Rainier, Heather - Maya's Triple Dare [Divine Creek Ranch 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Divine Creek Ranch 6
Maya’s Triple Dare
Kendall has adored Maya from afar for years, but he is done being her “go-to guy.” He’s always been her confidant and her husband’s best friend. Now widowed, Maya is through with living life in half-measures and regrets never asking both men for what she wanted.
A posthumous letter reveals Maya's husband knew she loved Kendall and challenges her to follow her heart. During a visit to Kendall and his brothers' ranch in Divine, Maya finds that her heart still longs for a ménage. Attraction blooms between Maya and his brothers: intuitive, dominant Boone and quiet, somber Richard.
Maya is determined to not repeat the mistakes of the past, even if it costs her the censure of the Divine Community. Does she dare to build a life with all three handsome cowboys? Can Kendall, Boone and Richard protect her when danger from her hometown knocks on their door?
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 100,942 words
MAYA’S TRIPLE DARE
Divine Creek Ranch 6
Heather Rainier
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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MAYA’S TRIPLE DARE
Copyright © 2011 by Heather Rainier
E-book ISBN: 1-61034-647-5
First E-book Publication: July 2011
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DEDICATION
To my husband. Thank you for giving me my wings and encouraging me to soar.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks to my tireless cheerleaders: Jennifer, Christi and Tonya.
My thanks to Kris Cook’s Chatters Group and the Righteous Perverts. They are all completely, utterly naughty and totally supportive and I appreciate them all.
Thanks also to Sophie Oak for reaching out when I needed a friend. Our friendship means the world to me.
Special thanks to Diana, Caroline, Elisa, Erin, Lena and the talented staff of Siren Publishing for making the Divine Creek Ranch Collection beautiful, for encouraging me and for wanting more. You have my sincerest gratitude.
MAYA’S TRIPLE DARE
Divine Creek Ranch 6
HEATHER RAINIER
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
Maya sighed heavily as she dropped her car keys and the stack of envelopes on the marble kitchen countertop and walked into the living room. Using the remote, she turned on the stereo, which was set to play at a low volume on a country and western station.
She glanced at the pile of mail, knowing what was in it. Besides the usual correspondence, there was also a letter from her attorney. That typically meant only one thing, another letter from her late husband. She looked around the spacious living room, lit by the late afternoon sun, and felt small in the big house.
Maya slipped out of her high heels and sat on the couch, tucking her feet beneath her. She was relieved that the meeting with her financial planner was done. The one thing she didn’t have to worry about was how she was managing financially. Morgan had left her with a comfortable investment income. She’d been putting off some decisions, unsure of what direction her life should take now.
Up to that point she’d followed Morgan’s suggestion to pursue her dreams, which included graduating from The University of Texas with a Bachelor of Science in Nursing degree. She’d also taken and passed the Examination for Registered Nurses.
She had begun the process in a fog after his death, by rote and faith, pursuing the completion of her educational goals as a means to survive the early months of widowhood. She was done with that chapter of her life, and it was time to set off into uncharted waters on her own. She felt like her boat was stalled in the water.
Her phone chirped. Glancing at the screen, she saw the text from Frank Reeves and closed her eyes. What had she been thinking when she’d agreed to that date with her deceased husband’s business partner?
When he’d suggested it would be good for her to begin socializing again, she had agreed. She hadn’t realized that he would ask her out every weekend. Out of sheer boredom she’d gone out with him a few times.
Lately, Frank had been pressing her for affection she didn’t feel toward him. That situation was something else she had to make a decision about, especially after his behavior the night before.
She looked at the screen again.
“Will you call me? We need to talk.”
“No, you want to talk. You want me to listen and be your Barbie doll and nod my head,” she said to her phone as though she were talking to him. “Jerk.”
She glanced at the thick stack of mail and looked away. She could see the corner of the thick, cream-colored envelope from her attorney’s office. She wanted to reach f
or it, but she also dreaded it.
Instead, she applied her finger to the touch screen on her phone and scrolled through her contacts. She smiled and heaved a shaky sigh when his handsome face popped up on the screen and she touched the “call” icon. Talking to Kendall always helped, and she felt comforted at the thought of hearing his voice.
She could trust this man. She pictured him in her mind and smiled at the thought of broad, muscular shoulders, powerful arms, and a tight butt that was droolworthy. He had eyes that were always lit with a mischievous twinkle and a flirtatious smile that probably had the girls in Divine hot on his heels.
“Hello, babydoll.”
The same delightful shiver always zipped up her spine at the sweet sound of his affectionate, rugged voice. Sometimes she heard his voice or saw his face in her dreams, and she wondered what Kendall would think if he knew the role he’d taken on in her dreams of late.
“Kendall. How are you?”
“I’m good. We’re just sitting at home, cooling off and having a beer.”
Boone and Richard must be there with him, as well. She smiled at her memories of them. Boone, with his body art, tall, muscular physique, and dark brown eyes. And Richard, the gentle, quiet giant with pale eyes that made her heart flutter. The three brothers were all drop-dead gorgeous in very different ways. She might’ve been a married woman in the years they’d all been friends, but that didn’t mean she’d been blind.
Lately, Boone and Richard had even shown up in a few dreams, as well as fantasies. She supposed that might be part of the reason why a man like Frank Reeves, with his slightly superior, aging, preppy-jock mentality had held no appeal for her. She could care less about whether he drove a Jag or owned a boat.
It would’ve impressed her more if he’d gotten a decent haircut and stopped trying to hide his bald spot. There was something attractive about a man who didn’t try to hide things that were a normal part of aging. But then again, Frank also dressed in the same preppy fashions as he probably had when he was in high school, so growing up was obviously an issue.
“How are Boone and Richard doing?”
“They just got home, too. We’re fixing to eat. What are you up to?”
“I just got home. I wanted to…” …tell you I need you.
Kendall waited for a few seconds and then spoke up, his voice laced with concern. “You okay, babydoll?”
Just tell him. Say the words. I need you.
She couldn’t do it. Kendall and his brothers were struggling, trying to get their ranch up and running. They were entrenched in life in Divine, and she was in San Marcos. If she told him that, she knew he’d drop everything and be there inside of three hours. That wasn’t fair to him or his brothers, who were still working full-time at that other ranch. Suck it up, sister. You have decisions to make.
She wouldn’t bother him with her job decisions because she knew it was simply a choice of where to start looking. She’d just tell Kendall about what was going on with Frank. He’d help her see the big picture, and she’d move on. Talking to him could provide a jumpstart of sorts. She’d always been able to rely on him.
* * * *
Kendall Warner sat down with his ice-cold beer and propped his boots up on the coffee table. It had been a long, hot day, but all that was forgotten as he held the cell phone to his ear. He welcomed the sound of Maya Daire’s sexy, whispery voice even though it inspired a hardening erection he couldn’t expect her to do anything about. He didn’t welcome the words he knew were coming.
Don’t say it, babydoll.
“You’re my ‘go-to’ guy, Kendall. I know I can trust you to tell me what I should do.”
If I did, you’d be living here with us. You’d be lying in our bed right now while I made love to you and my brothers watched, waiting their turn.
He pictured her like that and suppressed a groan. He could see her clearly, her long, golden-blonde hair spread across his pillows, her beautiful, curvaceous body naked and resplendent on the sheets. Her blue eyes glittered with desire as she reached for him. His cock punched at his fly, demanding action.
Kendall glanced at his older brother, Boone, who watched him with a knowing look on his face. It was Kendall’s younger brother Richard’s turn to cook supper, and he’d been banging around in the kitchen until Kendall’s phone rang. The kitchen was now quiet, since he’d told them it was Maya calling. In the last couple of months, both his brothers had developed a greater interest in these calls.
“Is everything all right, Maya?” Kendall prepared to have his heart ripped out.
She was calling him for advice about dating again. Or she was calling to tell him she was dating someone new. He was glad she had returned to the land of the living or at least partly living. It had been a year since her husband Morgan’s death, and as a young widow, Maya was trying hard to get back in the swing of things.
“Frank Reeves has been asking for more than just a date. I went out with him last night, and when he brought me home he wanted to stay over.”
The thought of her loving someone new made his chest burn.
“How do you feel about that?” Kendall asked through gritted teeth, trying to sound normal as the Neanderthal inside him beat his chest ineffectually.
Frank Reeves was an aging jock with a superiority complex who had been Morgan’s business partner. Kendall had never liked him, and it didn’t sit well with him that Maya had gone out with the asshole.
Boone propped his boots up on the coffee table and stretched loudly. In answer to Kendall’s question to her, he muttered, “Feel like kicking your pussy ass, Kendall, that’s how I feel.”
Kendall saluted Boone with his middle finger.
It had been Kendall’s intent to give Maya time to mourn before sharing how he’d always felt about her. When had he gotten himself into this role as her love-life advisor?
About eight years ago, when I became a fucking pushover where my best friend’s wife was concerned.
He thought back to the times she’d called on him as her “go-to” guy. He’d given the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty advice on every subject relating to the human male, with Morgan reaping all the benefits.
He’d had a hand in selecting lingerie colors and styles. She’d e-mailed him with a picture of herself shot from the rear. Along with the picture was the question, “Do these jeans make my ass look enormous?” He had no idea why she thought her sweet little derriere was enormous. It was perfection. He’d e-mailed her back an appropriate reply.
His all-time favorite as the “go-to” guy was her asking him if guys really cared whether a girl swallowed cum after a blow job or not.
Maya had even talked to him about feeling ready to start a family. He’d imagined her beautiful body ripe with his child. He should’ve felt guilty for that, or jealous of Morgan, but that hadn’t been the case at all. He would’ve been happy for both of them if she’d gotten pregnant. Jealousy had never entered the picture, and Morgan had never acted threatened by Maya’s continued closeness to Kendall since becoming friends in college.
Then Morgan had been killed in a freak auto accident. Kendall’s role as “go-to” guy had taken on a different quality as she’d mourned. Over the last couple of months their conversations had concerned her getting involved socially again. It was right about that time that Boone and Richard had begun taking a more focused interest in her.
“I don’t want him like that. I think Frank’s…okay, and he was supportive after Morgan’s accident, but I have the impression he’s becoming impatient. He didn’t leave happy last night.” Her silken voice held a note of hesitancy. “If he pulls that again I think I’m done with him. I was actually a little scared when he left so angrily.”
Her words and her tone got Kendall’s attention. “You’re scared of him? If that’s the case, you need to stop seeing him now. Don’t give him the opportunity to hurt you. I’ve never liked the smarmy bastard, but I was glad you were feeling up to dating again. If the guy scares you, cut
him loose.”
He’d just lied to her. If Kendall had been in the area, Frank Reeves never would’ve had a chance at dating her. Kendall noticed Boone’s demeanor had changed, and the kitchen had grown quiet again.
“I didn’t mean to get you all riled up.”
“If Reeves is scaring you, I want to do more than get riled up.” He wanted to get in the truck and go get her.
“Maybe I’m making too big of a deal out of it. He did stop when I asked him to—”
“Stop what? What did he do?” Kendall saw red and sensed it when Richard came to stand behind the couch to listen and Boone sat up at attention.
“Kendall, calm down. It was no big deal. He was trying to get my top undone. Feeling me up. You know.”
“Anyone who dates you should treat you like a lady, Maya. Do you need me to come teach the bastard a lesson?” Please say yes.
She was silent for a moment, and then said, “That’s him on call-waiting right now. I’ll let it go to voice mail. No, I don’t need you to come teach him a lesson, I need—” He thought he heard a hitch in her breathing.
Say me. Please say you need me.
“Maya?” He could picture her sitting in her living room all alone, looking like she needed his arms wrapped around her.
“Never mind. Listen, don’t mind me. I’m not going to see Frank anymore. I’ll call him back and tell him we’re through. It’s just hard, Kendall. It was a year ago yesterday. I–I have…regrets, and it’s making me oversensitive. I’ll be fine.” She sounded anything but fine. Forlorn was more like it.