Second Chances (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Dace Everan

  Kendal washed her front with sand-filled hands. Jariko worked her back in the same manner. The grains of sand massaged her skin. Their strong hands soothed. Jariko held her close, giving Kendal free rein to rub her feet. She whimpered. Her head lolled back as she succumbed to the bliss they were conjuring in her.

  Jariko peeked at Kendal, a mischievous look gleaming in his eyes. He gave a nod and both pushed down on Magan, laughter roaring out of both men as she flailed wildly.

  Magan came up sputtering. Both had playful looks on their faces and laughter in their eyes. She glared. “Where’s my gun! I swear I’ll shoot you both for that.” She gasped, sizing them up.

  She hooked her leg behind Jariko’s and pushed hard. He tumbled back with a splash, a roar tearing from his mouth. Kendal burst out in laughter. Magan took advantage of his moment of distraction and shoved him back. Both came up sputtering, Magan already heading out of the water.

  Jariko wiped his face, his gaze on her naked backside, a smile coming to his face. Kendal finally noticed the butterfly. “Oh, wanna kiss it,” he mumbled, rushing after her.

  Jariko smirked, his heart light as he followed. He lay down on the blanket as Kendal grabbed Mag around the waist, lifting her and settling her straddling Jariko.

  Her breath huffed from her as she planted her hands on Jariko’s muscled chest, eyes locking with his. She licked her lips. Shit, she shouldn’t do this. “Dane could show up,” she mumbled.

  Kendal kissed her ass. “So…think she would turn her back or watch?” he asked, his hands skimming the length of her back. He wanted to touch every inch of her. Then do it again…with his tongue and then his dick! He moaned. Tongue licking her ass, down her crease, dipping in her pussy.

  Magan shivered, eyes widening.

  Jariko smiled. He liked the view at this end, too. He watched her eyes go to half-mast then shoot wide open and her jaw fall open with a breathy moan from Kendal’s ministrations. His eyes lit when Kendal licked his dick. “Magan, Kendal,” he ordered.

  Mag swallowed, her throat parched. That was where Kendal’s wonderful tongue had disappeared to. She jerked when his tongue caressed her asshole.

  Chapter Eight

  Jariko cupped Magan’s face and pulled her close. His lips caressed hers in the softest whisper and her body eased against his. He deepened his kiss and demanded her taste with a teeth-bashing, tongue-thrusting kiss. Soon he had her panting, her hands tangled in his hair and her chest heaving.

  Kendal groaned, he had so much to enjoy here. He gripped Jariko’s thick shaft, squeezing. His tongue laved Magan’s ass, finger circling her beautiful blush-pink, puckered star. Ah, fuck, he loved that star. His teeth bit into her soft, round ass cheek and he grinned at the yelp escaping her.

  Jariko laughed as she reared around, a look of utter disbelief on her beautiful face. She looked mighty pissed off. Jariko chuckled and plucked her nipple in between his teeth, distracting her from chastising Kendal for his playfulness.

  Kendal sighed. “I want to watch you fuck her,” he moaned, grabbing his pants and digging out his rubbers. He slid one on Jariko, giving his sac a squeeze. He lifted Magan’s hips, directing them to rub against Jariko’s thick tip. Her delicate pussy lips, her cream, thick and musky, coated Jariko. Kendal licked it up, watching as Magan’s beautiful cunt swallowed up Jariko’s thick dick. Kendal growled at the erotic sight of Jariko’s dick spreading Magan’s glistening cunt. Kendal groped Magan’s ass as she settled inch by inch.

  Both Magan and Jariko sighed in contentment.

  Kendal urged Magan’s hips up and down and he slipped his thumb in her ass. Shit, Jariko was right, someone had played, and played well. His ears hummed as she panted, soft, heavy breaths escaping her. He leaned close, nibbling the back of her neck. “May I, Magan?” he pleaded.

  Magan nodded. She wasn’t sure what the fuck he was asking. He was already doing so much.

  Jariko replaced Kendal’s hands momentarily, and Magan shifted, sitting astride Jariko. Kendal groaned. Fuck, he loved it when they did that…well, when he was under them. Oh fuck, he loved this, right here right now. He eased into her tight asshole, face clenching. “Ah shit…” he grumbled, balls tightening. He wouldn’t last long. Nothing like Jariko last night. Fuck, he could feel Jariko’s length.

  Jariko released her hips, handing them back to Kendal.

  Magan screeched with an abrupt, unexpected orgasm as Kendal pulled her back against his chest, lifting her up and down on Jariko. “Oh fuck!” she mumbled, reaching back and grasping Kendal’s short hair. Her womb constricted and her pussy had the most drenching spasm of its entire life.

  She bounced like a fish out of water and screamed, teeth clamping down on Kendal’s bicep. Hot, heavy breath ripped from her. Her hands pulled his hair. Kendal clutched her close so they moved together, long strokes to Jariko’s dick. He lifted Mag just so she stroked the upper part of Jariko’s dick.

  Jariko groaned. “Fuck, man…tight, Magan,” he rasped, grasping her legs.

  Jariko sat up, hugging her around the waist. Her arms wound around him and he lifted her as Kendal rammed her from behind. All three panted together. Their life force seeped into each other.

  Magan clenched her eyes closed as yet another life-altering orgasm ripped through her. Her toes curled and her whole body stiffened as she fought for breath. “Oh fuckfuckfuck!” Her head bashed into Jariko’s shoulder and she slumped, both men jerking steadily into her, and roars of lust filled the air as they joined her.

  Mag lay squished between the two when she heard the telltale hum of the quad. “Ah shit! Get off, Kendal!” she ordered, angst rearing through her.

  Kendal eased from her, all three scrambling for their clothes. Mag struggled to get her shorts on, eyes darting for her top. Her eyes widened. Where the hell was her top? Dread ripped through her, nerves frayed, and shit, her daughter was going to catch her!

  Jariko plucked Magan’s top from the trees, quick to help her into the halter.

  She cleared her throat, glancing around. Everything looked normal. She plopped down, cringing, oh tender ass and pussy. She dug into the basket, handing each a sandwich and bringing out the rest of the contents neatly, placing them in the middle of their triangle.

  Jariko sat to one side of her, reclined as though nothing had happened, and Kendal sat, hands trembling. His eyes darted to her guiltily.

  Jariko caught the look. “Oh shit, you didn’t lose?”

  Kendal shook his head. “No…I just…so fast?” he murmured.

  Mag looked at the two. Were they talking about the whole act itself? Because if they were, she was pretty sure they had nothing to worry about.

  Jariko leaned close, lips brushing her naked shoulder. “When we ease out, we shouldn’t be rushed,” he murmured.

  Her cheeks flamed. She shook her head. “Fine,” she mumbled, taking a bite of her sandwich. She urged her heart to slow its pounding pace and watched as her daughter made her way to them through the trees.

  Dane looked at the three sitting on the blanket. Satan’s hair dripped wet, and the douche looked guilty of something. She frowned, settling behind her mom, hugging her close. “I talked to Tavis…him and Klea will be here for supper.” Her gaze darted to the two men. “Are Satan and douche joining you for that, too?” she asked snidely.

  Mag raised a brow. “Didn’t realize I raised a harpy,” she murmured. Kendal smirked. She used his word, and shit if his heart didn’t flip-flop.

  Dane slumped. “Sorry.” She looked at the two. “My name’s Dane…what’s your name, Satan?” she asked innocently.

  Jariko smiled. “Lucifer,” he offered, holding out a hand.

  Mag snorted. He was an asshole, not helping the situation at all. “Dane, Satan is Jariko and Blondie is Kendal,” she offered, taking another bite and chewing slowly, wondering what thoughts could be possibly going through her daughter’s mind.

  Dane stared at Jariko. The guy made her uneasy, so big and mean-looking. Surely her moth
er didn’t like this guy? She shook his hand then shook Kendal’s. “You look oddly familiar,” she murmured, head cocking. She was sure she had seen him somewhere.

  Jariko chuckled. “I hear he’s an excellent dancer. You ever been to the ballet?” he asked casually.

  Dane’s eyes widened and her cheeks turned a bright red. He was Ken Doll at Sixty Ninth, that club she frequented! She swallowed. “No…don’t have time for ballets,” she mumbled. Shit, she’d seen this man’s junk! Oh and the junk he had she would love to ride…hard!

  Mag felt the instant attraction her daughter had for Kendal. She glanced at Kendal. Did he like, or would he like Dane more? He was staring right at her. Her lips curled into a smile. That answered her silly question. That man had only eyes for her, not her daughter. Dane undid her mother’s hair, pulling her fingers through. Mag flinched at the sharp pull. “Was that all, Dane? Did you take out some steaks from the freezer?” she asked, pulling out the bottle of wine. Maybe a little sip would calm her frayed nerves and calm her friggin’ body the hell down. She was sure if she moved just the slightest she would be shivering with delightful aftershocks.

  Dane shook her head, braiding her mom’s hair. “Nope, need to know how much to take out,” she reminded her. Mag glanced at Jariko then Kendal. She hoped they didn’t try to join for supper. Dane sighed. “Fine, I’ll pull out extra steaks for them.” She glared at the two. “You eat meat don’t you? You did give my mom her purse back?” she grumbled.

  Jariko smirked. “Yes, she got it,” he murmured.

  Kendal nodded. “Steak is good. Your mom owes us a meal after doing the fence,” he supplied, hoping Magan wouldn’t send them away.

  Mag inhaled a shaky breath. Why was she letting this happen? She should usher the two on their merry way and not ever think about them again. Her pussy clenched in protest. As did her tender ass. She was in deep trouble here.

  Dane let out a dry laugh, standing. “Great. See you three in a bit,” she replied happily and strolled away.

  Mag rolled her eyes, plopping back when she heard the quad start. She wondered if her daughter would be so kind as to take pinky back and unload for her. Shit, her daughter had to know she was doing nasty things with these two.

  Jariko caressed her bare tummy. “You’re ashamed of all this?” he asked.

  Mag looked at him. “All this is wrong…I have kids! You—” She looked right at Kendal. “How old are you?” she uttered.

  Kendal sighed. “Twenty-eight,” he mumbled. Mag slumped in relief. She was definitely not old enough to be his mother. She looked at Jariko. “And you! How old are you, and why the hell do you do stuff like this? This whole hooking up with two total strangers! Are you some weirdo who’s going to kill us later?” she asked suspiciously.

  Jariko chuckled. “Older than you and no…no intentions of killing you or Kendal,” he offered. His finger circled her navel.

  Mag snorted, looking at Kendal. “How old is he?” she demanded.

  Kendal shrugged. “Does it really matter?” he asked.

  Mag clenched her teeth. He had a point. No, it didn’t matter. Her heart was gone and these two beautiful devils stole it from her. Shit, even she had to admit that. She had awoken this morning wishing they were there with her. Had gone to bed wishing they were there. She had never felt so alone…well, except that first year after Tom died. But that was different. This was different!

  Jariko caressed her navel. She looked at him. He offered a friendly smile. “You need to admit something’s happening here,” he replied knowingly.

  Mag nodded. “Yeah, I’m gonna feed you a meal and send you on your way,” she replied.

  Kendal straightened out, laying across the blanket like a languid cat…a really big cat. He lay on her, well between her legs. Chin coming to rest on her mound. Mag rose onto her elbows, looking down at him.

  He offered one of those melt-your-heart smiles. “You’re going to send us away forever?” he whined, his voice deep and husky. Jariko shot him a bewildered look that eased into a compassionate gaze. Screw this! If Mag turned them away he would keep Kendal forever and they could have each other. Magan looked at Jariko. A breakthrough struck her. Jariko really like Kendal…She licked her lips, and Kendal’s smile grew. He slid up her body, spreading her legs further, caging her to the ground, thick muscled arms on either side of her. “You have to keep us…” His finger followed along her jaw. “We wouldn’t be whole without you,” he murmured. Kendal looked at Jariko. “It’s true and you know that,” he whispered.

  Jariko lifted Mag’s torso, laying her back in his lap, hands massaging her shoulders. “He’s right, Magan…We all met last night for a reason,” he hummed.

  Kendal smiled, leaning up, lips brushing Jariko’s. Jariko returned the kiss, his grasp on Magan’s shoulders tightening as Kendal begged for more.

  Magan watched in awe as they kissed. Jariko’s hands never strayed from her shoulders. Kendal ground his hips against her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat at the friction from the seam of her jean shorts rubbing her delicate folds. Her hands strayed and explored the muscled plains of Kendal’s torso. Kendal lowered, mouth latching onto her neck.

  Jariko’s tongue swept into her mouth, and he swallowed the moan trying to escape her. Her hands deserted Kendal and delved into Jariko’s thick black hair, pulling him closer. His mouth engulfed hers, and his teeth banged hers as he kissed her hungrily.

  Kendal growled, teeth nipping her neck. He slid the halter from her breasts, his hand palming one breast while his mouth devoured the other.

  Mag writhed between the two of them. Her daughter was right. These two were going to drag her straight to hell. Jariko would, and the cute one on his arm would help with what he couldn’t do. She gave into their potent kisses, their compelling touches. Her body screamed out for more. Her mind wanted more…needed more.

  Kendal lowered further, undoing her shorts, tugging them low over her hips. Jariko palmed her breast, mouth whispering soft kisses along her neck. Thumb and finger pinched her aching nipples.

  Kendal slapped her hip, and she automatically lifted and allowed him to lower her shorts. Kendal’s breath caught. Shit, a pussy with hair, he wasn’t sure the last time he saw one of these. He glanced at Jariko, smiling. “A lost race found,” he declared. Jariko smiled. Oh thank fuck, another bush lover.

  Kendal ripped her shorts from her. His face buried into the center of her legs, inhaling deeply. His tongue swept the length of her slit.

  Magan moaned, trembling. Already she could feel the tidal wave sweep through her. She tightened her grip on Jariko’s hair.

  Kendal lapped up her cream with a moan, suckled at her clit, and finger-fucked her with a daring three fingers, pounding her. Jariko held her legs wide open for Kendal. He hummed in delight as she wailed and wriggled, begging for more.

  Magan writhed under the assault. Mouth breaking from Jariko’s, her body trembled, rocking against Kendal’s face. His tongue was a silent predator seeking out its prey. She panted heavily. Kendal’s name tore from her throat as he stroked her clit, teasing her engorged nub precisely. Jariko’s name close to follow as he teased her tits. His teeth biting her neck, his tongue licking, offering the sharp sting relief.

  She curled up, huffing heavily as an explosion of tremors ripped up her then right back down to Kendal. She screamed, first Kendal’s name then Jariko’s, falling back into Jariko’s lap, eyes fluttering closed. Her last thought before she fell deeply into sleep was, Shit…too old to even have another go ’round.

  Chapter Nine

  Tavis stared at the two playboys at his mother’s table. Klea giggled for the hundredth time and he stiffened. His eyes darted to his sister. She had mentioned mom having a few guests, but two men? Two totally different men! One older and one younger, what the hell was his mother doing? Did she double-book a supper date? And crap she looked happy, really happy. He had not seen her look this content in a long time. He chewed his lower lip. “So, Jariko…what i
s it you do now?” he asked, as they had already been informed of his service. Tavis guessed the man had to be forty-five?

  Jariko took a sip of wine. “Architecture…I’m working on that new mall going up in the city,” he offered.

  Klea squealed. “Oh God, I can’t wait till that place opens. I hear you’re copying the big one with all the rides and the huge water park. Plus all the shopping!” A dreamy look entered her eyes as she rested her head on Tavis’s shoulder, hugging his arm.

  This kid of Mag’s was big, and damn, he probably could take Kendal, Jariko thought, smiling and nodding. “Yes, it’s little sister to that one. The water park won’t be as big, but it will be something. You are a smaller city, so not so many bigwig retail outlets, but it will offer a little more than what you’ve got,” he murmured.

  Kendal scoffed. “Sure, bigwigs take all the little companies’ business away,” he replied dryly.

  Jariko’s eyes darted to him, eyebrows raised. “You have issues?” he asked, surprised Kendal would object to a new mall being put in. He didn’t look like the type to actually have an opinion on anything remotely businesslike.

  Kendal scoffed. “You have no idea. How will it affect the smaller businesses?” he inquired.

  Jariko shrugged. “I just build them, kid.”

  Dane snorted. “See, Satan.”

  Mag shot her a look, as did Tavis. “Stop being a big baby, Dane. You’re the one who’s been preaching,” Tavis reminded her, tensing. He had an idea of what was happening here. His mom liked these two dudes. They obviously liked her, and he was no idiot. Men had relations. Shit, his best friend was gay! He clasped Klea’s hand under the table, not sure if he could handle the knowledge that his mother was banging these two men.

  Klea caressed his shoulder, feeling her love’s unsureness of the situation.