Rainier, Heather - Maya's Triple Dare [Divine Creek Ranch 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “A doctor’s hours can be rough.”

  “That’s one thing about Emma I admire. She manages her practice well and hasn’t let it completely take over her life. We even got her over for a barbeque recently. Nope, Juliana is the one in our group who tends to overwork. Miss Perfectionist. You’ll love her when you meet her this week.”

  “I’m looking forward to it. Will is precious. Are Jack, Ethan, and Adam planning on being in attendance at Rose Marie’s birth as well?”

  Grace grinned happily at the thought. “Yes. I asked them and they agreed. You should see them, Maya. I’ll come in and they’ll have ESPN on in the living room, drinking a beer and reading books on childbirth and baby care. Adam even picked one up for me on breastfeeding when I told them I wanted to nurse her.”

  Maya chuckled, got comfortable on the bed, and they talked for a bit. It turned out that Grace’s men wanted to do more than just be there. They planned to be birth coaches as well.

  Grace knew Adam was a little leery of the thought but swallowed his trepidation and was reading up on the subject of husband-coached childbirth as well. Ethan was focused on helping her with her relaxation exercises, and Jack was ready to play catcher when she was born.

  With no other contractions occurring, Maya agreed that she should not curtail her activity, but just be careful in her car, which was thankfully undamaged. She needed to enjoy every moment she had behind the wheel of her little blue baby before her men installed her in the tank-like blue Escalade that had been delivered to the ranch the day before.

  Adam had been concerned that as Rose Marie grew inside her she might become uncomfortable behind the wheel of her convertible BMW Z4. She’d tried to convince them otherwise, demonstrating that the seat moved back a reasonable distance and she would be fine, but they were hearing none of it.

  They wanted to cocoon her in the solid safety of a Cadillac for the rest of her pregnancy, and she hadn’t been able to convince them otherwise. Ethan reminded her that she would need it anyway for transporting the baby. She couldn’t argue with his reasoning, because her convertible was a two-seater. Infant car seats and two-seated vehicles did not mix well.

  “I agree with Ethan and the others that the Escalade would be safer if that incident on the road was directed at you personally. It’s fortunate you were on a straight section of road and could just roll off into the grass. What if it had happened on the bridge or an area that had no shoulder?”

  Remembering what had happened to Rachel at the bridge when she and Ace Webster had collided with two chasing deer, Grace knew Maya was right and agreed. She climbed carefully from the bed and gave her a tour of the bathroom, including the ridiculously enormous tub centered before the dual-sided fireplace that faced the bathroom and the bedroom.

  Knowing time was ticking down on Maya’s night with her men, Grace walked her down the stairs. Grace shook her head in amusement when her men jumped up and ran up the stairs to help her the moment she appeared on the landing. She was afraid they’d hurt themselves always jumping up to help her.

  “I just got off the phone with Hank Stinson,” Jack said, handing her a bottle of water.

  Grace looked into his eyes for a trace of concern about the Sheriff calling, but only saw amusement. “What was he calling about?”

  “He couldn’t get through on Kendall’s phone and asked if I’d pass a message on. I was just telling the guys about it. It appears that gal Brenda Sanderson came back through town.”

  Maya groaned as she stood beside Grace and asked, “What did she do? Was she making a big stink?”

  Jack chuckled and replied, “Well, the guys told me some of what transpired between the four of you and her down at the creek. She evidently stopped into the Dairy Queen to make good on her ‘town crier’ threat and was saying a lot of stuff about y’all.”

  Boone picked up the storyline. “Which is exactly what we expected her to do—head into town, stop a few places, and run her mouth off. If the Divine Morality group had been the ones she encountered it might have worked for her. She met up with a different crowd at the Dairy Queen, though.”

  Grace chuckled, having a feeling she knew who Brenda had encountered.

  “Was Joe there?”

  Jack nodded. “Oh yeah. Dad was there and so were Adam’s folks and Woody and Charlene Porter. Brenda actually struck up a conversation with the Porters, of all people. You can imagine how well-received her tale was.”

  Grace knew the Porters did not put up with gossips or any of the petty bullshit aimed at her and the other girls. The local justice of the peace had let it be known on several occasions how he felt about the ugliness and gossip that followed her and the rest of the girls.

  Jack continued. “So they let her join them and go on and on. She may be wily, but that girl isn’t terribly bright for not picking up on their reactions sooner. She even made mention of how poorly treated she was the last time she trolled through town, mentioning the Carlisles and Grace in particular.”

  Grace remembered with relish kicking that loud-mouthed tramp off her property two years before. The only way the moment could have been more satisfying was if Ethan and Adam had not stopped her from chucking that clay flowerpot through the back window of her dually pickup.

  Jack said, “She probably thought she had an audience who would be sympathetic to her ‘mistreatment’ at your hands, especially Boone for ‘manhandling’ her as she put it.”

  Maya growled softly. “I knew she would blow that out of proportion. He barely had his hand around her bony arm.”

  “She claimed he bruised her, dragging her to her car. Anyway, after she’d laid it on good and thick, Charlene proceeded to tell her what she thought of her, and then Adam’s mom took over. Next thing you know Woody is on the phone with Hank, who shows up and personally escorts the young lady out of town.”

  “I hope that’s the last we see of her,” Maya said.

  Grace shook her head pessimistically. “No, she’s like a bad penny. She’ll turn up again.”

  Maya joined her men, and Grace felt her heart thump with happiness for them as she watched how Kendall, Boone, and Richard orbited Maya in much the same way Jack, Ethan, and Adam did her. Those men had a good example in her husbands, and she prayed the same kind of happiness to come to Maya that she enjoyed. They said goodnight, and after they’d all hugged Grace they slipped out the back door.

  Tears overflowed her eyes as she watched them walk down the steps with Maya. Stupid, pregnant hormones. She turned to Jack and looked up into his aquamarine blue eyes and smiled as he brushed her tears away. Another wave of emotion made her heart pound in her chest as she recalled the moment she’d realized there was more than friendship between them. It had been the day of Jack’s mother’s funeral, when he’d stood with Ethan and Adam on his father’s front porch waiting to greet her. She’d known by the look in his eyes that their relationship would shift that day. Indeed it had, in ways she could never have imagined.

  “You okay, darlin’?”

  “I am, Jack.”

  Adam’s large, gentle hands stroked her shoulders in a stupor-inducing, massaging caress. She remembered looking up into Adam’s pale green eyes the first time. Her heart could have burst with all the love she’d known since that fateful day. She held back a sob and felt just about done in as Jack slid his arms around her.

  “Poor baby. So tired,” he whispered in her ear.

  Ethan caught her eye and murmured, “Bubble bath and bed for you?”

  She nodded and they helped her back up the stairs. She smiled to herself thinking how much her life had changed in the last two years.

  Surrounded by the loves of her life, she remembered a time when she’d been unhappy, abused, and unloved. The days of listening to Owen’s hurtful insults and suffering his miserable presence were a distant memory. Stroking her abdomen as their active baby girl moved within her, Grace’s heart felt like it was overflowing with joy. She hadn’t had a contraction in over an hour and
someone was making love to her, if she had anything to say about it.

  * * * *

  Maya read aloud to Kendall, Boone, and Richard from her erotic romance novel, Siren in the City, by Sophie Oak. Kendall was currently suckling on her bare toes, and who knew that would feel so freaking erotic? Boone was nibbling the supersensitive flesh beneath her belly button, and Richard was nuzzling her jawline and beneath her earlobe. Her body was a mass of tingling nerve endings.

  “He tugged her close, and his lips sealed over hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, devastating her with his dominance. He turned her in his arms, and she found herself straddling his lap, her wet pussy on display.

  “Who does this belong to?’ Jack’s arm was tightly around her waist, holding her up. The other hand slid in her juices, parting her labia. Everyone was watching, and Abby felt herself just cream. She felt Sam’s eyes on her. They were hot, and she could see the erection tenting his jeans. He smiled slightly at her, letting her know he was there with her always.

  “You,’ she breathed. ‘It belongs to you. You and Sam.’

  “Damn fucking straight it does.’”

  “Baby, I think you’re as inspired by that bedtime story as we are,” Boone said as he dragged a single finger through her drenched pussy. She whimpered as he teased her clenching opening, and Maya tilted her hips, trying to draw his slippery finger inside her. Boone chuckled and persisted in teasing her as she continued to read. With the increased heat of their caresses, she found that she kept losing her place.

  “Her head fell back against his shoulder as she gave over to him. This was what she’d missed, knowing that she could give him everything, and he would take care of her.

  “‘You come for me, Abigail Barnes. You come for me now.’

  “His knees spread her legs wide. She was completely on display—”

  Richard removed the book from her hand and laid it on the bedside table. “I’ll want more of that bedtime reading when we come home from our trip. Right now I want more of you, Maya.”

  “Greedy man,” Maya whispered as she reached for his broad, thickly muscled shoulders. His kiss sent a ball of heat shimmering though her torso, and she shuddered as Boone’s lips and tongue brushed in a torturously slow sweep through her bare slit. She felt the vibration of his deep groan against her clit and allowed her thighs to be pressed open to give him full access.

  Kendall released her toes and kissed his way up her arch and over her instep as he pressed her bent leg back against her abdomen. She relaxed under their caresses and sighed happily as he cupped her ass cheek and watched Boone feast on her pussy.

  “You’re so good to me,” Maya whispered as Boone stroked her pussy and gently lifted the slight hood on her clit to suckle the delicate nub it covered. She struggled to hold still for his attention and felt a whirlwind of heat surround her as her orgasm burst inside her, centering under his lips. Her cunt clenched and released rhythmically on his teasing fingertip, and her voice was lost somewhere between a pant and a groan as the orgasm ripped through her like a fireball.

  Boone kept it going, suckling relentlessly on her clit until she screamed for him with a second fiery eruption. He finally let her come down from it, and her arms fell limp to the bed beside her head.

  Lifting her ankles until her heels were resting on his shoulders, Boone thrust his sheathed cock home with one smooth stroke. With her legs up, he was able to go deep inside her and she felt every hard, throbbing inch of him as he thrust repeatedly.

  In a gravelly, intense voice he said, “I love watching you take my cock, baby. Love seeing your little pussy pressed open and wet for my fucking pleasure.” Boone emphasized his words by stroking her pussy and her clit. She was almost jealous she couldn’t see what he was gazing down at with such satisfaction. “Fuck. That is beautiful. Wet, pink, and beautiful.”

  Boone fucked her into another glorious orgasm as Richard and Kendall watched at her sides, stroking her and whispering naughty things in her ears but never interfering with Boone’s access. By the time they finished loving her that night she’d come three more times and then they stroked her all over with their callused hands until she practically purred.

  * * * *

  Boone said his good-byes to Maya, along with Richard, in bed the next morning. They had to be at the Rockin’ C Ranch earlier than normal and had not wanted her to get up just for that. They’d slipped quietly from the bed, leaving Maya curled up to Kendall. After showers they’d both come back into the bedroom fully dressed.

  Boone was once again grateful Maya preferred sleeping in the nude. She’d pushed the sheets down during the night, so her back side was exposed all the way down to the midpoint of the cleft of her ass. She was partially on her side with one knee raised, her arms curled under her. Her long, wavy blonde hair was strewn all around her shoulders, and he bent to press his nose to its fragrant disarray. As always, her scent stirred his cock to life. He thought he must be a masochist to do that but couldn’t resist her. Richard slid a single fingertip down the delicate curve of her spine, and she shivered slightly before drawing her arms up tighter.

  Richard smiled faintly at him, and Boone saw satisfaction in his brother’s eyes like never before. Maya put her heart, her soul, her everything into the love she showed her men.

  Boone pressed a kiss against her shoulder and watched as she turned her face toward him, and her eyelashes flickered a little. Gradually she opened her eyes and smiled at them. Boone thought a momentary sadness registered in them, and she murmured in a sleepy, husky voice, “I’m going to miss you.”

  She rolled over and stretched with a luxuriant yawn, and Boone’s cock went on full alert at the sexy sound. Glancing at Richard, Boone thought he might’ve felt the same way. She crawled on her knees to the end of the bed and let them envelop her in their arms one at a time. Her flesh was warm and tender under his rough hands, and he very much wanted to climb back into the bed with her. Boone kissed her and memorized the feel of her soft lips smooching his to replay later when they were on the road.

  Yeah, definitely a masochist.

  “Did you eat?” Maya asked as Richard released her after she hugged and kissed him, too.

  “Yes. We’ve got to go now. You should go back to sleep. It’s at least an hour before Kendall has to be up.”

  “Please be careful.”

  It was difficult for Boone to release her and walk away. He turned to her at the bedroom door as she knelt on the bed with the sheet twisted around her hips. Her hair was mussed and her lush breasts and curvy ass were in perfect profile. He knew he’d remember that moment for a lifetime.

  “I love you, Maya.”

  Richard echoed the sentiment.

  “I love you, too. Be safe.” Her winsome smile made Boone’s heart feel like it would burst from his chest.

  With great impatience for the trip to already be over, Boone smiled at her one last time and turned to walk down the hall. His boots felt like they were full of lead.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Richard grinned at Boone as they followed Chance and Clayton into the parking lot of the Oasis Café. Richard had noticed as they drove west on Interstate Ten that the closer they got to Fort Stockton the heavier Chance’s foot got on the gas pedal in front of them.

  Boone chuckled. “Someone’s in the mood for a greasy cheeseburger. Is this the place you were telling me about?”

  “Yep. Food’s not too bad, if you order something they have on hand.”

  They parked in the trailer parking area, climbed from the big pickup, and followed Chance and Clayton Carlisle, Gil James, and Jonah Kirby to the front door of the café. The café was bustling as they walked through the vestibule into the small building. Richard watched Chance as he looked around the establishment. When Chance smiled and seemed to relax a bit, Richard figured he’d found the one he was looking for.

  The pretty brunette waitress, who looked to be in her late twenties, appeared, clad in a drab tan waitress uniform. She
gave them all a friendly smile, but her dark brown eyes lit up when she noticed Chance.

  “Hello, again. How are you?” she asked as she led them to a table and placed the menus in front of them. She seemed surprised when Clayton took off his cowboy hat and smiled up at her as she handed him his menu.

  Clayton glanced at her nametag and said, “We’re fine, Lydia. How are you today?”

  Lydia grinned and said, “Great! What can I get you gentlemen to drink?”

  They placed their orders and Richard stifled his amusement when Chance made no secret of watching the shapely waitress walk away. Clayton rolled his eyes at his brother and made small talk with the other men.

  When she returned moments later with a laden tray she said, “You two are as identical as you can be.”

  Chance spoke up. “Yes, ma’am. This is my twin brother, Clayton. It was me and Richard here that you waited on a few weeks ago. I’m surprised you remembered us. It’s been a while.”

  “Only a few weeks. I always remember a friendly face.” She glanced out the front window where the trucks and cattle trailers were all lined up. “Hauling cattle again?”

  “Yeah,” Chance responded with a nod. “Making a run into Colorado.”

  She talked with them of mundane things for a minute before she was interrupted.

  “Lydia!”

  She turned her head and looked back at the window behind the counter. She nodded and waved. Turning back to them, she smiled and blushed in embarrassment. “I think my boss is a little hard of hearing. He doesn’t mean to be so loud. What can I get you gentlemen?”

  The excuse was made kindly, but Richard wasn’t completely convinced her boss’s rudeness was so benign. It sounded like the same man who had yelled at her the last time they’d been by.

  Today, she didn’t seem quite so stressed out, though they were just as busy as last time. Once again, there were only two waitresses working the entire diner. She was wearing better shoes and seemed more comfortable doing her job than last time, as well.