Disorder in the House [How the West Was Done 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  Levi looked guilty. “You saw me and Garrett.”

  She forced herself to look him in the eye. She didn’t want to scare him off. “Yes. Kissing.”

  Levi slowly inhaled and exhaled. “Look. I can explain. We were both very carried away by the activities at Vancouver House the other night. I hope you don’t think we’re just a couple of randy dogs—”

  “But I like randy dogs!” Liberty cried then clapped a hand over her mouth in shame. But it was true. “I mean, I like it when you two are randy dogs. Don’t apologize, Levi.” Softly she added, “It was very stimulating, what I saw.”

  Levi came even closer to her, taking her chin between his fingers. “I don’t want you to be confused. It’s you who I love.” His glittering, radiant eyes could never tell anything but the truth. “I’ve been in love with you since—well, since before we met, according to Paddy. It’s clear that our destinies have merged. I want to protect you, Liberty. I’m not leaving your side until we figure out what that warning was about the water.”

  “But you need to find Shady and Moses.”

  “I’ll find Shady once this dangerous matter is resolved. Why isn’t Zeke with you?” He smiled, and Liberty absolutely melted. “I’m happy you’re alone, but I asked that clown to keep an eye on you. Do I need to request Marshal Tempest assign you a bodyguard?”

  Liberty had never felt more feminine than at this moment. Levi’s stately face regarded her with concern and love. His enigmatic half- smile dissolved any fears she may have had. “No,” she assured him, touching his tattoo. How she wanted to ask him what it meant, this snake coiled around a cross. “Neil has his hands full with more important things. I assure you, we have a very good bathtub at Vancouver House, so I don’t need to bathe in any rivers.”

  And she backed him into one of the chairs. He sat with a curious look that became soft and aroused once she straddled him, planting a slipper on either side of him, and sat on top of him. Just as they had been in the train, before someone’s boot and the train’s arrival had wrenched her from his embrace—forever, she had feared.

  Now she placed both hands on his shoulders. “The eighth, I think.”

  “Eighth what?”

  “The eighth day of the month. In those instructions Garrett was reading from. Well, I read them all, of course.” She touched her nose to his and whispered, “I even copied them down.”

  “Well.” Levi’s eyes traveled over her face with affection. “I must help you with your studies. So pray tell. What does the eighth involve?”

  Liberty recited from memory. “‘On the eighth day, he should put his lips on her breasts while joining the two and put his face between them and rub them.’” She left out the “until she ejaculates” part. She still didn’t believe that was possible.

  Levi smiled mysteriously. When he pressed his face to her bosom, a shudder ran the length of her spine. She arched her back, pressing her bosom into Levi’s warm, stately face. Liberty didn’t know what “while joining the two” meant, but Levi obviously had a very accurate idea.

  Rather gently, he pulled down the neckline of her gown while lapping like a kitten at the cleft between her breasts. Her breasts popped free, and he showed admirable restraint in merely fondling them while lapping between them. A shivering, buzzing sensation filled her inner cunt, moistening the entire channel so she could plant her pussy directly over his erection and hump.

  How sensual it was, clutching his rich mane of hair to her naked breast! His pointed nose was buried between her breasts—breasts that were perfect, she now knew for a fact. Full, round, and set perkily high, she was sure they compared favorably to any other tits Levi had ever suckled. He lifted them, one cupped in each hand, nuzzling the cleavage between them. Every time his tongue snaked out to lick her chest, Liberty gasped and wormed around on his erection. Again, she had found the slit in her drawers, and her naked pussy was plastered directly over his stiff penis. She giggled to wonder what his laundress thought of his stained clothing.

  Levi uttered muffled sounds as he moved his fingers to her nipples. Liberty held her breath, waiting for him to pinch down, and when he did, her pussy fluttered, as it allegedly did during the accumulation of blood leading up to paroxysm. The entire channel clenched as though wishing to suck his beautiful cock inside it. But it was impossible to reach climax without direct stimulation of the clitoris, Liberty knew. Or at least, that’s what the women at the convention had rumored.

  When he moved his mouth to replace his fingers on a nipple, Liberty clutched his skull and leaned into him. Yes, his nibbling and tonguing sent erotic surges down her spine and into her uterus, making it tremble and shiver. She knew this was the anticipation of paroxysm, but the climax itself was unknown to her. Could these sages from India possibly be right? Could she possibly “lose herself in waves of pulsation” merely by Levi nipping at her breasts? Liberty very much wanted to find out, for it seemed she was on that track right now.

  But Levi stood then. He held her up by her ass as she reflexively locked her ankles around the small of his back. He carried her like a sack of potatoes, setting her down lightly on the tabletop. He had the wonderfully disheveled look of a randy dog, and it made her feel thoroughly feminine to know she had caused that look in him.

  “You’re skipping the step!” she protested. “The eighth day!”

  Suavely, he said, “I was thinking of moving along to the next step.”

  She thought he intended to fuck her and worried she hadn’t brought her family-limitation pessary, a mixture of acacia gum she had obtained from a Chinese pharmacist in town. Although he stood tall between her outspread thighs, his erection bulging enticingly, he soon dropped to his knees, burrowing his head beneath her skirts.

  Liberty instantly tensed to have a man’s head in such an intimate spot. She considered herself a modern suffragist, revolutionary even in her pursuit of the women’s vote, and she had heard of such things. But she’d never experienced it herself.

  When he softly bit the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, though, she relaxed a bit. His silken locks snaking against her thigh caused her pussy to flutter in anticipation, and she realized this was perhaps another way of bringing her to “the height of pleasure,” as the book said. Levi lifted her skirts and gathered them about her hips, and she felt his breath against the tip of her clitoris.

  Son of a gun. Her entire inner pussy clenched, as though mimicking the spasms of orgasm she had heard about. She lay flat on her back like a patient on a table, panic-stricken with fear at what this paroxysm might do to her. Or, worse yet—what if she didn’t even reach the dreaded yet desired paroxysm?

  These fears were all out the window in the next instant, when Levi dove into the slit in her drawers, delving the exquisite tip of his nose into her cunt. The talented fingers of one hand diddled at her clitoris as his fat tongue laved her labia. She gasped so loudly she was sure it could’ve been heard at the Bucket of Blood. She dug her fingernails into his poor shoulders and lifted her hips off the table. Shoving his shoulders under her hips to raise her, Levi’s twiddling fingers sent a flood of fluid into her pelvis.

  She gasped and uttered strangled animal sounds, feeling the expansion of sensation in her pussy. His fingers slickly toyed with her enlarged clitoris. “Levi!” she cried urgently, not understanding what she really wanted.

  But he seemed to know, for he moved his face up to suck on her clitoris.

  That was when she reached the crest, as the manuscript described. All the pent-up fluid in her pelvis simply crashed, like a dam breaking. Wave after ecstatic wave rolled down her inner passageway, a veritable flood of delirious passion that even had her chest and fingers tingling. Her torso heaved and bucked as she clutched his shoulders. Her pussy felt as though it would rupture if the waves got any stronger—and how could they, without sending her into a delirium of nerves?

  Levi sped up his lapping at her clitoris. She bucked like a steer being branded and cried, “No!” Yet she wanted it
! Why was she crying “no”? Yet she wanted it to end! If he continued like this, something inside her would simply break. The disorder of this female hysteria would simply be the death of her!

  Thankfully, he seemed to know when to slow down. From the loud lapping sounds, Liberty imagined she had flooded his face with her juices. Embarrassed, terrified, and thoroughly enraptured, she feebly pushed his shoulders away.

  “Ah,” she said weakly, trying to raise herself on her elbows. “You moved right ahead to the seventeenth.”

  Levi still slurped slow, languid licks to her clitoris. She jumped with the buzzing sensations that shot up her abdomen and giggled.

  Her breath caught in her throat when she perched on the edge of the table. Garrett was down on his knees behind Levi. His face was buried in the bare cleft of Levi’s ass, and he was lapping away, too.

  Chapter Eleven

  Garrett could not bear it anymore, watching his partner’s head buried beneath Liberty’s skirts.

  Of course, initially he had watched intently. His cock was already stiff as a board after Levi had accepted his kiss. It had only inflamed him more to realize that Liberty had been watching them necking. If she were disgusted with their behavior, Levi would have to make up his mind how he chose to proceed.

  Garrett didn’t discover Liberty’s reaction, though, because Levi had run inside the house once they realized the jig was up, leaving Garrett standing there with a stiff prick and nothing to do but saw lumber. He became more and more riled the more he sawed, and eventually he came in the back door to discover this.

  Levi with his head bobbing up and down between Liberty’s thighs.

  Although Garrett fervently wished it was his head between those creamy thighs, he just watched. He couldn’t be jealous if they had agreed to attempt to share Liberty’s charms—if she were agreeable. So at first he merely stood, shivering with anticipation as he watched Levi expertly guide the woman to climax.

  Garrett had known enough female climaxes in his time. His beloved Sadie had climaxed with such force, and so often, most of their furniture was in disrepair. But this was a new era, with a new randy vixen. Levi clearly knew what he was doing, lapping away like that. And Garrett could tell that it was all very new to Liberty, as liberated from social restrictions as she claimed to be.

  When it became obvious that Levi was skillfully guiding her up the climactic slope, Garrett could bear it no more. Why did he have to watch and not participate? He strode across the room and positioned himself on his knees behind Levi. Levi didn’t miss a beat with his licking as Garrett unbuckled his gun belt, dropping it heavily to the floor with a clatter. Without ceremony, Garrett yanked the pants down to Levi’s knees and grabbed ahold of the jutting cock.

  He frigged his friend vigorously, reveling in the feel of his own slippery chest against the naked skin of Levi’s athletic back. Liberty was flung back on the tabletop, flat on her back, and Garrett could just see her bared breasts jiggling with Levi’s lapping at her cunt. Garrett pressed his distended erection against Levi’s ass as he frigged, but soon it wasn’t enough. The whole scene displayed before him, Levi’s tempting, shapely white ass waggling with the excitement of having his cock stimulated, it was all too much for Garrett.

  And he got down on his elbows, too, to lap away at Levi’s swaying balls.

  Garrett wiggled his erection against the wooden floorboards, it made him so randy to have Levi’s balls in his mouth. He snorted with the excitement of tasting the tangy, full balls. He slurped an entire testicle into his mouth, wondering if he was distracting Levi from his task at hand. He petted the stiff erection, pleased to find it nearly as large as his own.

  Five years ago? One week ago? No one could have predicted that Garrett O’Rourke would be getting such pleasure out of licking another man’s balls. But this was Levi. It was different. And when a surge of love rushed through Garrett, he flipped over beneath Levi. Facing the underside of the abused table, he sucked that plump erection right into his mouth.

  Levi moaned, and his hand came down to caress Garrett’s head to his crotch. Garrett was filled with devilment, knowing he not only suckled at his partner’s penis but also distracted Levi from his other task. Garrett inhaled the long, fat cock, swirling his tongue around the taut cockhead with delight, squiggling patterns on the underside of it, feeling the bulging vein there twitch and pulse.

  To Levi’s credit, he was relentless in his pursuit of his task. Garrett even felt by the lengthening and tightening of the prick in his mouth, by the choking sounds the woman made above him on the table, that Levi was about to bring her to crisis. Garrett was flooded with such admiration for his partner, that he could remain focused while on the receiving end of such energetic slurping, that he renewed his efforts around the twitching cock.

  Liberty went silent as her orgasm ebbed, and by the time Garrett saw her feet dangling above him, Levi detached himself from her. Levi hunched over Garrett now, kneading his scalp as he encouraged him to suck. Liberty’s flushed, surprised face appeared upside-down above Garrett, and just the idea of her watching him stoked him to greater heights.

  She said something like, “I should be the one doing that, Levi.”

  And Levi answered, “It’s okay. He owes me.”

  Garrett would have smiled if his mouth wasn’t stuffed full of cock. He pumped his neck and shoulders and sucked harder, pleased to feel the cock lengthen even more in his mouth.

  Garrett knew from his vast past experience when Levi was about to explode. His fingers stilled against Garrett’s skull, he inhaled tiny gasping sounds, and sure enough, Levi blasted Garrett’s mouth full of hot, salty jism. Spurt after spurt flooded his mouth until he was forced to swallow a giant gulp that filled the room with bawdy noise. Garrett slapped a hand to the bare ass to urge the cock farther down his throat until he nearly choked on the mass, his throat muscles clamping down around the hot prick.

  Levi, being experienced at this as well, obviously knew when he should withdraw, should stop strangling his partner with his massive beef. He detached with a sucking sound, and Garrett collapsed on the floor. Levi had enough energy to drag himself to the chair, where he sat like a puppet, completely played out.

  “Hey,” Liberty observed, chipper. “Garrett, you moved right ahead to the thirtieth of the month in the instruction manual.”

  “No,” mumbled Levi. “We’re saving the thirtieth for later.”

  Garrett raised himself on an elbow. It was amusing to see Levi like that, his cock swaying in the breeze like a rubber hose, halfway to his knees. He looked at Liberty to gauge her reaction. She smiled pertly at him, so he assumed things were all right with her.

  “Would you like me to be properly shaved?”

  Garrett was stunned. At first, he didn’t know what she referred to. Levi was evidently more well-versed in things, for it was he who replied, “‘Cleaned, properly shaved, and washed’?”

  “Yes, that’s it,” said Liberty.

  Garrett remembered the part Liberty had read aloud from The Pleasure of Woman manuscript. They often seemed to refer to their women as “bald.” “You’d like that?” he asked the woman, surprised.

  She shrugged. She hadn’t bothered stuffing her tits back in her bodice, and they joggled enticingly. Garrett’s mouth actually watered from wanting to taste them, too. “Sure, why not?”

  Hopping off the table, she busied herself at her new schoolmarm’s desk, her back to them. “I read the entire manuscript. The part that wasn’t written in some ancient Persian language, that is. There are actually recipes in here. There’s one for hair removal.”

  Garrett and Levi shared stunned looks of intrigue. Turning to face them, Liberty brandished a piece of paper. “‘Mix sandalwood and put in a cup of water with lime juice. Shake this mixture and then put on the hair. The hair will disappear and there will be a lovely scent.’”

  With raised eyebrows, Levi asked, “Where shall we get sandalwood? And in what form do you mix it, if it’s
a wood?”

  “I know where to get it,” Liberty and Garrett both said, nearly at the same time. They laughed at each other.

  Garrett allowed Liberty to go first. “There’s a Chinese pharmacist here in town, a C. Chang. I obtained earlier some…” She became modest then. Strange for a woman whose breasts were still bared to the view of two men!

  “Go on,” Levi urged. “What did you obtain?”

  Liberty moved to clothe a breast in her chemise now. “Some feminine herbs. Good for female disorders. But I’m sure he’s got some sandalwood.”

  Garrett stood uncertainly, cinching his erection under his gun belt. “I’m sure he’s got it in oil form or maybe paste. It’s a fascinating shop, Levi. All sorts of dead, dehydrated critters hanging from the rafters.”

  Levi shrugged. “All right. Let’s go find some sandalwood. But let’s make sure not to use cold water to bathe her.”

  * * * *

  Levi’s chest was fit to bust with pride as they turned the corner onto First Street, where C. Chang’s shop was located. They had asked Liberty if she wanted to be seen in public escorted by them, and Garrett had offered to stay behind and work on making furniture.

  But she had insisted they both accompany her. “I’ve nothing to be ashamed of. I’m being escorted by the Indian agent from the fort and an army private. What’s wrong with that?”

  No one could find anything wrong with that, so they’d set out, Liberty taking a lacey parasol to shield herself from the hot spring sun.

  “Townspeople can kiss my ass if they don’t like me walking with you,” Liberty now said as they turned the corner. She walked between the two men, Levi taking ahold of her elbow, Garrett allowing her to hold her parasol.