Needing More [Party on the Prairie 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Redrae Gunn

  “Fine,” Jenna said. “There’s really nothing wrong with wine before noon, is there?”

  “Think of it as eating really ripe grapes for brunch,” Joan said.

  Jenna laughed and watched her mom walk out the front door. She grabbed her laptop off of her desk and headed to the kitchen.

  * * * *

  Jenna woke to a pounding headache. She was curled in the corner of the couch. Jenna stood up and swayed slightly. She saw that her mother was sleeping on the bed in the guest room. Jenna went to the kitchen and swished some water around in her sticky mouth. She found the aspirin in the cabinet above the sink in the bathroom and relieved her pressurized bladder.

  Note to self, really ripe grapes for brunch equals splitting headache in the evening. Jenna stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked like those of the vampires in the last Twilight movie she had seen. Jenna searched the cabinet and found no bottle for red-eye relief. She was sure that her mother would have some but she wasn’t going to wake her mom just to try to hide a hangover.

  It was getting late and the men still weren’t back. Jenna groaned as she looked at the two empty bottles of wine on the counter. She was glad that she had started the roast simmering in the Crock-Pot before she and her mother had started their shopping therapy. She downed a bottle of water and waited for the aspirin to kick in.

  By the time the men arrived back home the sun was close to hitting the horizon. Jenna watched from the porch steps as they unloaded calf and mother from the trailer that Miles was hauling and secured the two animals in the corral.

  “That’s a relief,” Joan said.

  Jenna startled. She hadn’t heard her mom get up. She hadn’t seen her mom change clothes and she was surprised that the woman looked amazingly put together for someone who had been drunk before noon.

  “I’ve had much more experience with this than you have,” Joan said.

  Jenna realized that she was staring at her mom with her mouth hanging open. Jenna nodded her head and mumbled her thanks when her mother handed her the bottle of red-eye relief. She went to the bathroom and added the drops. She handed the bottle back to her mom just as the men came in the door.

  Jenna wasn’t even done hugging each one of them before her mother made the announcement.

  “We really must get going,” Joan’s shrill voice rang in Jenna’s ears. “We have to be in Vancouver in two days.”

  “I know, honey,” Evan said to Joan. “We’ll leave in ten minutes. Let me get cleaned up.”

  “You just got here,” Jenna said as she looked at her mother and then at her father. What had happened to the happy woman who had helped her in the garden? What had happened to the woman who had laughed with her as they drank wine for brunch and shopped? What had happened to her father’s balls? And why on earth did this woman have them in a vise grip?

  “We must be in Vancouver,” Joan repeated. “It’s a very important fundraiser.”

  “You can’t stay for supper?” Jace asked. He could smell the roast and it was probably ready to be served. He could also see Jenna’s disappointment and heart ache.

  Joan shook her head and Evan went into the bathroom.

  Jenna straightened her shoulders and pushed the numb feeling into her heart. It was better to be numb when they left than to cry and appear weak. She knew how her mother hated weakness and whiney women.

  Ten minutes later Jenna waved to the RV as it pulled out of the driveway. Jace and Tony stood on either side of her and waved as well. Joan nodded her head and then stared forward. Evan had waved at both of the men and then blew Jenna a kiss. She acted like she had caught it and then she blew a kiss back. Evan had smiled as he acted like he had caught her kiss and then they were gone.

  Jenna went into the house and to her room. She opened the right top drawer of her dresser and into it she tossed the little jewelry box that her mother had given her for her birthday. She slammed the drawer so hard that the mirror shook. She took a deep breath and sat on the bed with the large velvet box that her father had given her.

  Jenna opened the box and took out the note.

  My dearest Jenna,

  I love you with all of my heart. I am so proud of you and all of your accomplishments that sometimes I feel my chest will explode if it puffs out any further. My only birthday wish for you is to see you happy and content. This time I saw that. You are happy and you are content. You are wanted and you are needed. You are loved. Never doubt that.

  Of course I must apologize for your mother. I know what you think, but I hope that this time you did get to see, perhaps only a glimpse, but you saw the woman that I love. I will take care of her for the rest of my life and I hope someday you find someone, or those two special someones who you will also commit to for the rest of your life.

  Don’t bother with your mother’s gift. It’s what you expected. Someday though if you are hard up for cash you should melt all of that down and sell the gold nugget. I don’t recall if destroying a cross gets you a one-way ticket to hell or not and I have no desire to ask. Her sermons put me to sleep and you know I do the driving.

  Holding the door open for you, always,

  Dad

  Jenna looked into the velvet box through her tears and saw the stunning diamond and sapphire necklace that her father had purchased for her birthday. There were matching earrings and a tennis bracelet. The set was truly beautiful and she knew that her father had put thought into her gift. Her dad loved buying jewelry.

  Jenna pulled up on the velvety cardboard that held the jewelry in place and found the hidden gift she had been expecting. She unwrapped the item from the tissue paper and found another note.

  Some interesting pagans were handcrafting jewelry at one of the National Parks we were staying at. I didn’t care that they were pagans. I just saw this piece and had to get it for you. I guess that the sliver moons on either side of the full moon represent something about their religion. It’s maiden, mother, and crone. I don’t really care about all of that. I just saw it as a particularly beautiful piece.

  That is a moonstone in the middle and represents the full moon. The stones that represent the waxing and waning moon are made of flint. It’s put together so delicately and I thought it symbolized life, just not in the way that a religion can describe it. To me it represents you. You are the middle stone and the two halves of a whole that complete you are on either side of you.

  Find your full moon, honey, be complete and don’t ever let anyone tell you that you are wrong for needing more. We should all be so lucky to recognize that we need more out of life than just existing in our comfort zones. As always, I hold the door for you.

  Chapter 15

  Jenna held up the necklace. It was a beautiful piece. She placed it back into the hiding space and rolled over onto her bed. She pulled her knees tight against her chest with her arms and tried to keep her heart from breaking inside of her chest as she cried.

  Jace couldn’t stand it. He scooped Jenna into his arms and cradled her into his chest as he settled on her bed. He told her to cry as long as she wanted as Tony sat on the bed and read the notes that her father had written.

  Tony pulled open Jenna’s top right dresser drawer and found at least twenty unopened boxes that all looked the same. Then he found five that had been opened. He pulled out one of the boxes that had been opened and flipped up the lid. It was a golden cross on a golden chain. The box was pretty flimsy and the chain had tarnished. Definitely not the top quality like Jenna’s father had purchased for her.

  Tony pulled out the other four opened boxes and found that the gift inside was the same. Jenna’s mom had obviously purchased the jewelry in bulk. Twenty five cheap crosses on cheap chains in the same cheap boxes with the same cheap ribbons.

  When Tony offered his arms, Jace placed Jenna in them as they switched positions. Jace read the notes and looked at the boxes. He left the bedroom. He went into the kitchen and looked at the Crock-Pot. Jenna had cooked enough for all them, her parents i
ncluded. Jace grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked out the front door. Miles was sitting on the steps.

  “There’s enough roast in there for you to take leftovers home,” Jace said to Miles. Jace noticed that the man had downed one beer and had just opened a second one.

  “Evan told me to stick around when they left,” Miles said. “His wife is a piece of work. Evan said that Jenna wouldn’t want me to leave hungry and that she might need the company. I don’t see how my presence can be any help, though.”

  “Please stay,” Jace said as he sat next to Miles.

  “You know I can’t pass up that woman’s good cooking.” Miles smiled.

  Jace recognized the smile as a grimace. “What else did Evan tell you?”

  “Well he told me why Jenna’s mom is such a bitch to her,” Miles said as he gulped down his second beer. “He also told me that Jenna has no idea why and that he’d prefer it if Jenna never knew.”

  “Want another beer?” Jace asked.

  “Yes,” Miles answered. “But you have to swear not to tell her.”

  “Can’t do that,” Jace replied.

  “Evan is pretty embarrassed by it,” Miles said. “Joan is nuts. Futt bucking nuts. Plus, she is jealous.”

  Jace nodded his head and went inside to grab another beer for him and one for Miles. There was no way that Miles would betray Evan’s trust, but Miles was certainly offering the information in a subtle way so Jace could figure out why Joan was so rude and mean to her daughter.

  “I’m assuming,” Jace said as he came back outside and handed Miles the beer, “I’m assuming that Joan’s jealousy includes her daughter.”

  Miles nodded his head.

  “So if we were to assume that Joan was jealous that Evan loved Jenna, then we would be correct,” Jace said.

  Miles nodded his head.

  “But Evan loves Jenna as a daughter only.” Jace broached the taboo subject.

  Miles nodded his head vigorously.

  “So Joan doesn’t love her daughter because Evan loves their daughter in a daughter-father type of relationship,” Jace said.

  Miles nodded his head again.

  “That’s really twisted,” Jace said.

  Miles just nodded.

  “Is it just Joan assuming?” Jace asked. “Or is there more to the story?”

  Miles shrugged his shoulders.

  “Joan was probably abused by her own father,” Tony said as he joined the other two on the porch. “So when Joan sees Evan’s love for Jenna she thinks that it is twisted. She probably also wants to love Jenna but can’t because she is such a jealous freak. Joan sees Jenna as the competition for her husband’s love and not as the daughter who just loves her dad.”

  Miles nodded his head again.

  “Well, we obviously didn’t hear a word from you.” Tony smirked at Miles.

  “No, you did not.” Miles smiled back at him.

  The door opened and a red-eyed Jenna greeted Miles.

  “Miles, are you staying for supper?” Jenna whispered.

  “I would never pass up the offer of a home-cooked meal by a beautiful woman.” Miles smiled at Jenna. “Especially on her birthday.” Miles followed her into the house.

  “Good thing he’s as old as the bluffs or we would lose her to his sweet talk,” Tony said to Jace.

  “I don’t like it when she holds back her tears,” Jace said softly. “She wasn’t nearly done crying yet, but she insisted that she was finished. Just like Rock said, a crying woman is a happy woman. It helps them get all the garbage out. Jenna doesn’t take out the trash very often. I don’t want her attitude to start to stink.”

  “I haven’t given her a birthday spanking yet,” Tony said. “And she’s ready to take you.”

  “She’s upset and you want to make love to her?” Jace said. Sometimes Tony had a one-track mind.

  “No,” Tony said, scowling at his best friend. Jace could be so damn thick sometimes. “I want to get her to cry and then fuck her into her happy place. Then I want to make her come again when she’s coming down and finally I want to snuggle her between us on the couch as we watch an older beat ’em up movie where the chick wins the world.”

  Tony’s plan did sound like fun. Jace just didn’t get into the spanking thing, but he had to admit that when Tony’s dark man came out he knew exactly how far to push Jenna and exactly how far to go. He never exceeded that line. To get Jenna to her happy place always made Jace feel good. His need to protect was fulfilled when Jenna was a tiny vulnerable bundle in his arms.

  “Fine,” Jace said as he warmed up to the idea. “If she breaks down during supper we make her do it. If not it’ll be her choice.”

  “I don’t think so, buddy,” Tony said. “She needs this and we know we can give her what she needs. She needs this more than she needs to be left alone to brood and think.”

  * * * *

  “I don’t think I can,” Jenna whimpered. She was strung up in the swing that the men had mounted downstairs. Tony had given her plenty of wiggle room so that she could rise up on her knees if she needed to slow things down. Her arms were still chained to the bar overhead, but again Tony had left enough room so that she hadn’t felt overwhelmed.

  Tony gave Jenna a sharp look that made her protests stop. The open-handed smack that he delivered to her pussy made her shriek and groan as she lowered further onto Jace. Tony knew that she wanted this just as badly as he did. They’d never gotten to see each other when both him and Jace penetrated her. He wanted to see her. The dark man needed her anguish and pleasure all mixed together in one beautiful, sensual mess.

  Tony ran his hand between Jenna’s breasts. His tanned hands looked so dark in contrast to the pale skin that never saw the sun. A thin layer of mist from her efforts had already started to form between her silky white mounds. He knew that before the session was over her hair would be matted to her head and the sweet aroma of her arousal and sweat would combine, filling the entire room with the carnal scent.

  Tony motioned for Jace to lean back and then he smacked Jenna’s ass lightly. After two smacks the desired effect was achieved when she pushed back, searching for the next tap. Tony smirked as Jace’s breathing started to come faster. Jenna was pushing down on his lubed cock and it wasn’t going to be long before…

  Jace groaned and Tony watched Jenna closely. She was panting, straining, and squirming. It was obvious to Tony that Jenna was trying to figure out if the head of Jace’s penis was truly too much for her to take. Tony noticed a tiny drop of Jenna’s wetness roll down Jace’s nut sack. Obviously taking the head was turning her on. Of course it probably burned and hurt but she was also going to take it because she loved it, craved it, and needed it.

  “Tonyyyyy,” Jenna begged.

  Tony pulled on her nipples and Jenna arched her back, impaling herself further onto Jace’s cock. The look on Jace’s face was of wonder. Jace was staring at Jenna’s ass, just watching her sink further and further onto him. Tony flicked Jenna’s nipples again and waved his hand in front of Jace’s face. When he had Jace’s attention he pointed to the bottle of lube.

  Tony kissed Jenna and played with her clit. She was only about three inches down and it certainly wasn’t enough to send her to her happy place. He pulled his fingers back a little and sucked in the breathy moan that she made as she pushed further down on Jace, trying to follow his fingers with her clit.

  “Up here, baby,” Tony whispered in her ear as he rubbed the top of her mound. Jenna pulled up off of Jace only about an inch and then chased his fingers down as he lowered them. Tony repeated the motion. He alternated with smacks to her ass and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Jace, groaning loudly, finally pulled Tony from his torture of Jenna.

  “You got this, babe,” Tony crooned in Jenna’s ear. “You are such a good girl. Give Jace a couple of strokes and I’ll play with your pretty clit again.”

  Tony smiled wickedly as Jenna complied and Jace’s breath became ragged. Tony wanted to tell Jac
e that it wasn’t very easy to maintain control from that side but he didn’t want to ruin his friend’s first time. Tony told Jenna to stop and stay still when she had her ass pressed against Jace’s stomach. Then he fingered her pussy and played with her clit until she screamed out her orgasm all around Jace’s cock and his own fingers.

  “One more, baby,” Tony crooned. “Then I will be inside of you, too.”

  “I want you now,” Jenna cried. Tears started to run down her face and she blew a sweaty strand of hair out of her mouth.

  “No,” Tony said firmly. “You haven’t shown me how well you can ride.”

  Jenna sobbed and started going up and down on Jace’s cock. The burning had subsided but the feeling of being overwhelmed hadn’t. She continued to go up and down on Jace until her thigh muscles burned and the tears flowed freely. She was so close to her next orgasm. She wanted Tony inside of her. They were supposed to all come together.

  A stinging smack from Tony hit her pussy and Jenna screamed as the orgasm hit her so fast she couldn’t think. Her ass clenched around Jace, but her pussy hit nothing. Tony had pulled away. Jenna cried harder.

  “You are so mean,” Jenna sobbed to Tony.

  “Am I really?” Tony asked, searching Jenna’s face.

  Jenna shook her head.

  “Who is mean to you?” Tony asked as he fingered her clit, teasing it again until she started to ride Jace. From the strained look on Jace’s face he wasn’t going to last much longer, so Jenna needed to let it out.

  “No one,” Jenna whispered.

  Tony slapped each of Jenna’s breasts and she cried out, nearly letting go of the bar. “I’ll ask you again,” Tony said. “Who is mean to you?”

  “No one,” Jenna said as she clenched her teeth.

  Tony delivered three stinging smacks to each side of Jenna’s ass and she finally started to yell at her mom through her tears. As Jenna continued to confess to Tony and Jace all of the times that her mother had made her feel worthless Tony placed his hardened cock at Jenna’s slick entrance and inched forward. Her moan of delight made him smile, especially since her flowing tears were falling on his chest and rolling down his stomach.