Shay, Ashley - Sinful Pleasures [The American Heroes Collection: Arizona] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Ashley Shay

  “Are you sure you don’t want a big wedding, Jude? This thing with Genevieve…well, no one is going to judge you. If you want a wedding I’ll help you plan it. We can whip something together fast. It will be fun.”

  Jude smiled even though Tracey couldn’t see her. “We’ll save the big wedding for you, Trace. Marrying Dallas and Morgan is enough for me and the court house is fine.”

  “If that’s what you want,” Tracey answered in a voice filled with doubt.

  “Really. Truly. It’s what I want. With you there it will be the perfect day.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jude looked at the wedding band on her left hand. Made in a Celtic knot pattern, it had one gold and two platinum bands woven in an interlacing design. One strand could not be removed without destroying the others. She thought the interwoven design was an appropriate symbol of the love she felt for both Dallas and Morgan. Although the three of them had been lovers only a short time, she couldn’t imagine life without either one of them.

  Dallas, Jude, and Morgan were married at the court house. Tracey and Bishop stood with them as witnesses to the simple ceremony. After celebrating at a local restaurant, the three of them returned to the ranch. The men were taking care of the horses, and Jude decided to give them a little wedding gift of her own.

  Walking across the thick beige carpet to the nightstand on Dallas’s side of the bed, she removed the ponytail plug from the top drawer. Still packaged, she knew he had held on to it in the hope she would wear it for him. For a special occasion he’d once said. Jude thought her honeymoon was certainly a special occasion enough to warrant the toy.

  Tonight, Dallas would get his wish. Jude decided she would put on a show that he and Morgan weren’t likely to forget. Slipping into the bathroom, she inserted the plug, feeling the silky strands of mane brush against her hips in a sensual reminder she would soon be filled with more than a toy.

  Turning to look at her rear in the full-length mirror, she couldn’t help but be pleased with the effect. Her well-rounded hips were accented by the sassy tail that hung to the bottom of her cheeks. With a twist of her butt, she sent the fake ponytail into a flipping motion that would be sure to drive Dallas crazy.

  Wearing nothing more than the plug, Jude went into the bedroom, waiting until she heard the men returning from the barn. Judging how long it would take them to make it to the bedroom, she bent over the bed. Pulling the covers down, she made sure her ass was aimed toward the door as they came down the hall.

  “Oh, fucking damn!” Dallas gave a groan of appreciation. “Jude, baby, don’t you want your honeymoon fuck to last?”

  Jude shot him a playful look, swishing her tail back and forth. “You told me that happy fillies shake their tails. I just wanted you to know I’m happy.”

  Morgan laughed a little breathlessly. “Jude, darlin’, you are something else. C’mon and help me take a shower.” He gave her a seductive wink. “I’ll wash your tail for you.”

  “Dallas?”

  His eyes were riveted on her ass. “Yeah, a shower would be great.”

  Jude walked up to both men, reaching up to take the hat from Dallas’s head. She brushed up against him, feeling her sensitive nipples skim the front of his shirt as she tiptoed for a kiss. He held on to her long enough that she thought she might faint from oxygen deprivation before he reluctantly let her go. As he kissed her, his hand swept over her hips, fondling the thick strand of mane clinging to her sweat-damp cheeks.

  Turning to Morgan, she saw he had already set his hat aside. She moved to help him with his clothes. Her fingers dropped to his belt buckle, working the firefighter’s emblem loose so her hands could unfasten his jeans.

  Jude kissed him while her fingers lowered his zipper. She cupped him in her hand, feeling the weight of his balls and the smooth heat of silken skin stretched tightly over the steel of his erection.

  When she finished kissing him, Morgan balanced himself against the doorframe, kicking off his boots so he could free himself of the jeans he still wore. Dallas had already stripped bare, and his six-pack abs and tight ass distracted Jude for a moment.

  “Can we hurry,” she breathed. Would she ever get tired of looking at these two men? They were built like Greek statues, sculpted by hard work and exercise. The more she studied their bodies, the more urgently she wanted them to take her.

  Standing close between them, she breathed in the essence of maleness, a light, spicy tang of testosterone blended with the scent of hay, wood, and fresh sunshine. She thought about telling them to skip the shower, but the eager looks on their faces told her they were looking forward to some water sports.

  Morgan turned the shower to a hard spray, then stepped inside, pulling Jude along with him. He took the bottle of body soap from the edge of the whirlpool tub and lathered his hands with the citrusy-smelling liquid.

  Dallas stepped into the tub behind Jude, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her back so that Morgan could use his soap-slick hands to glide over her wet body.

  His hands felt heavenly as he smoothed her skin with firm massaging strokes, gliding across the tips of her nipples, down the curve of her waist, and into the patch of hair between her legs.

  Dallas pulled her back into his chest, and Jude could feel the crinkly tickle of his hair against her back. His hand was on the butt plug she wore, twisting it gently around and around, making her vaginal muscles clinch hopefully with every rotation.

  “I need to feel one of you in my pussy,” Jude said. She leaned her head back against Dallas’s shoulder, looking Morgan in the eye. “Are you ready for me, fireman?”

  Morgan shot her a hungry look before lifting her up in his muscular embrace. Jude wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his hips to keep from slipping out of his arms. She could feel his cock pushing at her, spreading her pussy lips.

  Holding tight, Morgan yanked downward hard, impaling her on his erection.

  Jude gasped at the forcible entry, taking a moment for her body to become accustomed to him. Then, with a sigh of pleasure, she began to bounce up and down on his cock, loving the feel of their wet bodies gliding effortlessly against the other.

  “I love you.” Morgan’s voice came out as a breathless whisper, while he pumped her up and down on his swollen shaft.

  “I love you, too,” Dallas said from close behind. His hands ran up her back and sides, and Jude felt him help lift her weight so Morgan could keep stroking her deeply without wearing out.

  After a few more strokes, Jude felt the plug being gently removed. She groaned in disappointment until she felt Dallas step up to her back and part her cheeks so he could slip his cock into her ass.

  The thick fullness of both men filled Jude with raw passion, and she abandoned herself to their whims, pushing as they shoved, thrusting as they withdrew from her, each dancing to the erotic rhythm of three hearts beating as one.

  Jude felt the imminent climax roar through her body. It came with a tumbling force that drew a cry of pleasure from her lips. “I love you both.” Her words were spoken in a breathless rush as she groaned, stiffening against the intense pleasure that consumed her. Involuntarily her inner muscles clamped hard around both cocks, and the men groaned with appreciation, emptying themselves into her within seconds of one another.

  “Jude, honey, you better put your legs down,” Morgan said. He still fought to catch his breath as she unlocked her legs from around his hips. Jude could feel Dallas slowly withdraw from her. He held on to her waist until she put her feet on the floor of the shower. When she was stable, she leaned against Morgan for support.

  Dallas reached around the two of them, shutting off the water. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

  “You’re ready to go again so soon?” Jude teased, running her fingernail down the center of his chest.

  “Give me a couple of minutes,” Dallas answered drawing her up for a leisurely kiss. He took a bath towel off the rack, wrapping
it around her with a wink.

  “A couple of minutes? Will it take you that long?” Morgan challenged. “Hell, I’m ready now.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  “Look, if you can’t handle it, why don’t you just watch next time.”

  Jude giggled at their mock insults. “That’s enough, boys. I need a few minutes to catch my breath, okay?”

  “We’ve got the rest of our lives, babe,” Dallas said.

  “I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend it with,” Morgan answered, looking at Jude and Dallas with a serious expression on his face.

  “Me neither, buddy.” Dallas said.

  Jude let the towel drop to the floor, drawing them both to her for a long group hug. Then, with a playful shove, she spun out of their arms, racing for the bed.

  “Last one under the covers has to make coffee in the morning.”

  THE END

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