Their Border Lands Freedom [Men of the Border Lands 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “I want you both inside of me. I want to enjoy both of you at the same time and feel our connection that way. Please, Wade. Don’t stop now.” Lyssa hoped he could see well enough in the moonlight to know she was serious.

  Turning her head back to Stanton she put all of her love and acceptance into the look she gave him. She didn’t want him to ever doubt that she wanted them both. It was the one fear she had about their relationship that one of them would begin to wonder if she cared about one of them more than the other. Lyssa vowed to do her best to prevent that worry from ever crossing their minds.

  “You heard her, man. Get busy,” Wade said with the sound of a smile in his voice.

  “Come on, Lyssa. Ride me. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock with that hot, wet cunt.” Stanton lifted her to her knees before wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft and lining it up with her soaked slit.

  Stanton teased her, sliding the crown of his cock back and forth in her juices instead of entering her right away. She wiggled her hips, trying to force him inside of her, but Wade gripped her waist from behind and kept her from succeeding.

  “Stanton. Please. I need you inside of me,” she hissed out. She didn’t want anyone else in the house to hear her.

  Instead of answering her, Stanton nodded at Wade and the other man let go of her, allowing her body to slide downward, taking his long, rigid dick inside of her body in one slow glide. He stretched her just right, sending tingles throughout her quivering pussy as she adjusted to him filling her. Her soft gasp sounded loud to her ears, but at that moment, she didn’t care. He felt so damn good inside of her.

  “Yes,” she hissed out.

  “Hell! So good.” Stanton’s voice sounded almost strangled.

  “Ride him, Lyss. I want to watch you fuck him,” Wade said from behind her.

  She didn’t need him to tell her twice. Lyssa slowly rose off of Stanton’s cock until only the crown remained inside her pussy. Then she dropped down, letting her weight and gravity take her fast. She and Stanton both groaned at the intense pleasure it created as she swallowed his shaft, squeezing her vaginal muscles around the length of him.

  “Holy hell, I’m not going to last very long if she keeps doing that, man,” Stanton said.

  The other man chuckled. “Yeah, I can tell. Your balls are already hugging your body.”

  Lyssa ignored them as she continued to ride Stanton, enjoying how good he felt each time she surrounded his entire cock with her pussy, his girth stretching her in delicious ways. When two hands stopped her seconds later, she whimpered and tried to break free of them. She didn’t want to stop. It felt too good.

  “Easy, Lyssa. We’ll take care of you. Bend over Stanton for me so I can play with your sweet ass. I love this ass, honey.” Wade gently pushed her down toward Stanton with one hand in the middle of her back.

  She didn’t resist. She shivered in anticipation of what was to come. Having both of her men buried inside of her far outweighed any discomfort she knew she might feel. They had become essential to her, and sealing their family together was far more important than allowing fear of the unknown to interfere with that.

  Wade massaged her ass cheeks with his big, callused hands. He was always grabbing the globes of her ass and making comments about how much he loved how soft she was there. She’d always been self-conscious about how large her butt was, but Wade made her feel good about it. His seeming fascination gave her more confidence and a stronger self-appreciation. She could love him for that alone. Where she’d never felt unconfident or unsure in her professional abilities, Lyssa had never been secure or comfortable where her body was concerned. She was a big woman despite her short stature of only five feet, three inches.

  Something slightly warm and slippery dripped at the top of her ass then slide slowly south toward her tiny rosette. Lyssa flinched then stiffened despite wanting the dual sex. It was just human nature to resist something entering her ass.

  “Relax, honey. We’ll take it slow and easy. You’re going to feel so damn good squeezing my cock, Lyss.” Wade swiped one finger through the gel substance and spread it all around her back hole.

  The touch of his finger against her puckered hole gave her goose bumps. Just his rubbing back and forth over it felt so good, it surprised her. She moaned. This would be good. Nothing that the three of them did together would ever be bad. She just had to remind herself not to tense up. That would make it painful, and she didn’t want there to be pain.

  Stanton ground his hips up against hers every time she reacted to Wade’s fingers brushing her dark entrance. She could tell he was having to work to keep from bucking under her. Just the small movement he gave now kept her pussy clenching at his cock. It was a maddening circle of sensation and reaction that she could tell made Wade’s job more difficult by his soft curses when she moved. He quickly put a stop to it when he landed a sharp tap to one ass cheek.

  “Be still, Lyssa. I don’t want to hurt you. The more you move around the greater the chance that I will.”

  “Hurry, Wade,” she whined out.

  He just chuckled and mumbled something about she didn’t really mean that because it would hurt if he skipped getting her ready. At that moment, Lyssa wasn’t sure if she cared if it hurt or not. She wanted them inside of her, together—now.

  A new sensation had her freezing once again. Wade was pressing into her back hole with a finger or his thumb. She wasn’t sure which because at that moment, all she registered was that it didn’t hurt. That surprised her as more of the digit entered her ass. He moved it in and out slowly before removing it altogether. She would have protested, but a new touch had her gasping. He’d added another finger this time.

  “God, you’re so tight, Lyss. I can’t wait to sink my cock into your sweet ass,” Wade said, his voice almost reverent when he spoke.

  “Damn, Wade. Much tighter down here and I’m going to lose it before you even get in good.” Stanton’s strained voice near her ear seemed too loud in the quiet of the lodge.

  “How are you doing, honey? Think you can take me now?” Wade asked her.

  “Yes. Please, Wade.”

  That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. More lube hit her ass before she felt the crown of his cock rubbing up and down in it. The next thing she felt was his thick dick pressing against her puckered anus. The pressure seemed almost too much for a moment then it lessened as the mushroom head slowly pushed through the first fist-tight ring. All three of them groaned deep in their throats.

  “Fuck!” Wade’s fingers gripped her hips in a tight hold as he pulled out slightly and sank back in a little deeper this time.

  It only took him two more thrusts before Wade’s entire dick sank balls deep inside of her. Between the two men, she felt as if she were choking on cock even though they were nowhere near her mouth. Her body began to tremble as both of them began to move inside of her. Stanton slid all the way inside of her as Wade pulled out. They switched directions and Wade filled her ass as Stanton retreated from her oversensitized cunt.

  “Sweet heaven, I’ve never felt anything like this before,” Stanton hissed out between clinched teeth.

  “Slow and easy, man. We don’t want to hurt her,” Wade rasped out.

  “No! Move. Please, Wade. More,” she whined. If they went any slower she’d go crazy.

  “Holy hell!” Stanton pumped inside of her as Wade tunneled his way through her back channel.

  To her relief, both men took her at her word and began to pound into her, taking her breath and awakening all of her senses to the point of being almost too much. In that moment, she knew that from the way her ass tingled and throbbed she could probably reach a climax with anal sex alone. They had her so turned on and primed for it that Lyssa knew her climax was going to kill her. Every fiber of her body was alert and on edge. Nothing had ever felt so intense, so important in her life.

  Wade’s hot breath at the back of her neck and Stanton’s blowing hard against her ear
gave her an even closer connection as the beginnings of the explosion edged through her body, tightening her nipples to the point of pain as her clit rasped roughly over Stanton’s pubic bone with each thrust of Wade’s cock in her ass. Heat seeped through her bloodstream until it felt like a boiling stream of lava, setting everything in its path aflame.

  The next thrust from one of the men was all it took and Lyssa’s body exploded into ecstasy so bright, so good it seemed sure to kill her. No one could take this kind of pleasure and live through it. Every muscle in her body seized in reaction, jerking both of her men right behind her. Their muffled shouts assuring her they were still with her. Her eyes were so tightly squeezed shut that she had no idea where she was anymore. Even knowing they hadn’t moved from the bed in the lodge, Lyssa would have sworn they’d been to the moon and stars.

  Lyssa realized that the orgasm had been so intense she hadn’t even been able to scream or cry out. There’d been no need for her to worry about the others hearing her after all. Now Wade and Stanton’s cries had probably been loud enough though. She listened for the sound of a baby’s cry, but all she could hear at the moment was her own heavy breathing and that of Wade and Stanton collapsed around her.

  “That was fucking amazing,” Wade whispered seconds later.

  “Ditto. Can’t breathe yet,” Stanton rasped out.

  “Move, Wade. I’m too heavy on him,” Lyssa said, pushing against the other man still half lying on her back.

  Wade clutched her waist and turned, easing all three of them on their sides so that they were no longer piled on top of each other. She couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped a moment later.

  “What’s so funny?” Stanton asked.

  “How did I manage to stay quiet and the two of you yell out like Tarzan?” she asked.

  “Sassy,” Wade said, lightly popping her on the outer thigh. “We did such a good job of taking care of you that you were speechless. That’s all.”

  “It was wonderful,” she admitted, snuggling up against Stanton’s back while shimmying her butt snuggly to Wade’s front.

  “Yes, it was, darling.” Stanton’s words held how sincere he was in them. “I love you, Lyssa.”

  He turned over to face her, the moonlight illuminating his handsome face as he stared at her. “I never thought I would ever care about someone as much as I had my wife again, but what I feel for you is different. It’s not more so much as bigger. I feel different with you, more alive as if I could take on the world. Thank you for giving that to me.”

  She didn’t know what to say to that so she didn’t say anything, choosing instead to bury her face against his neck and kiss him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Nearly a week later, Lyssa turned around inside the living room of her new home. They’d finally finished the cabin that would be theirs. There was one cabin between them and Destiny and her men. The cabin between them needed much more work and would be what they all worked on next. The lodge was not far at all from the cabins giving them the security of a larger building in case of emergencies.

  The cabins were all equipped with wood-burning stoves for cooking, but for now, they all took their meals in the main lodge while they still had gas. The men were working on a stone oven out front for when they had to resort to cooking that way. The huge fireplace was already equipped with the large iron tripod that would hold pots for cooking. The hearth of the fireplace was made of good solid fire rock that wouldn’t damage or crack when hot coals were placed on it. The fireboard and rug would keep the floors safe from falling embers and sparks.

  Though the idea of cooking like that sounded exciting to her, she knew from reading through the many books they had there that it wasn’t easy or fun, and it could be dangerous. Because of this, the women practiced on it once a week to be prepared for the loss of gas. Abe said it was a given they would eventually lose it. He hadn’t heard from the man he’d been paying to keep it going in a long time, which told him either the man had died or been killed. Without someone there to regulate where it went, they would eventually lose access.

  “What do you think?” Celina asked her. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

  “I love it! I can’t wait to get everything set up.” She walked into the kitchen area and smiled at the pump at the sink so they could pump their water when needed.

  Yes, it was all primitive, but it was clean and newish since it had all been recently redone. They’d even replaced the windows with double-hung wood that would help insulate against the weather. Abe and Russell had plans to outfit all of the cabins and the lodge with solar panels they could use to run electrical appliances and lights from. They also wanted to build a solar field that would store electricity for when they needed it during the winter.

  She couldn’t believe how different everything was going to be since they’d found their compound. Without them, they would probably have ended up settling somewhere alone and had to struggle to survive. Not that living there with the other two families wouldn’t be a struggle. It would be, but they wouldn’t be alone and would have support when they needed it.

  “Let’s work on the kitchen while the men are moving the rest of the supplies over,” Celina said.

  Destiny and McCall were babysitting while the rest of them helped with moving them in the newly finished cabin. After everything was done, they would all return to the lodge for dinner and to chat before returning to their cabin for bed. It was the dawn of a new life for them. Lyssa wanted to sing and dance with happiness.

  “Let’s work on the herbs tomorrow, Lyssa. I want to make sure they are all correctly labeled and saved correctly before winter kicks in. Maybe we can talk one of the guys to take us herb hunting, too,” Celina suggested.

  “That sounds like a good idea. I still have a few rows to review to make sure there isn’t anything dangerous saved,” she agreed.

  They chatted as they put away the dishes, pots, and pans they had accumulated on the journey to Montana. She was very grateful that they’d taken the time to pack it. The cast-iron cooking pots were going to be perfect. There weren’t any other types that would withstand constant exposure to unregulated flames like an open fire. Gas fires were much different from a wood stove or fireplace.

  She had just wiped down the counter top when Wade and Stanton walked into the small space. Lyssa couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face at the sight of them. Her men. She didn’t think she would ever get tired of thinking that.

  “How are you doing in here?” Stanton asked.

  “We’ve just finished. Have you unloaded everything now?” Lyssa walked over and wrapped her arms around the man, accepting a kiss before moving to Wade.

  “Yep. It’s all unloaded. We even put away all of the tools and stuff,” Stanton told her.

  “I like the lean-to shed the guys built at the back of the cabin to store any tools we might need. It’s got plenty of room and is sturdy enough to withstand the weather. Plus, with the angled design, snow shouldn’t pile up too easily or too high,” Wade said.

  “That reminds me,” Celina said. “We want to do a walk around the area tomorrow in search of any herbs that are still around that we might need this winter. I’m going to ask Abe if either he or one of the others can take us. You might want to tag along to get to know the area.”

  Wade nodded. “That’s a good idea. Plus, having more than one man is safer and offers another set of hands to hold stuff.”

  Stanton grinned at him. Lyssa liked how close they’d gotten in the last week. It was obvious that being around other ménage families put them at ease with their situation. She was glad. The longer they had continued feeling stressed about the situation, the greater pressure it placed on them as a family. Now they could get on with just being happy and surviving.

  “Wade! Stanton!” Russell’s voice alerted them that something was wrong.

  Both men instantly waved the women into the tiny hall where there were no windows. Lyssa hated having to hide away and not
be there to help the men. She and Celina leaned against the door trying to hear what was being said.

  “Everyone needs to get back to the lodge. We have a visitor and Abe said what he’s got to say is important,” Russell said.

  Lyssa and the other woman stepped out of the hall to look at Russell. The other man was obviously out of breath and agitated. Whatever it was didn’t bode well for the group. Why was something happening now that they finally had a place to settle down?

  “Who is it?” Celina asked as they all closed up the cabin and stepped out into the early afternoon sunlight.

  “Jonathan Atwater,” Russell said with a grimace.

  “He came all this way alone?” Celina asked.

  “Yeah. Come on. They’re waiting.” Russell held her hand as the five of them rushed through the trees to reach the lodge.

  Once inside, Lyssa followed Wade and Stanton over to one of the couches and sat down between them. The air inside was thick with both anticipation and dread. Whatever was going to be said wasn’t good.

  “Okay, we’re all here,” Abe said.

  Lyssa looked around and noticed that the children were all lying down for naps in the three playpens set up off to one side of the grouping of chairs and couches. She looked over to where Destiny sat next to Marty with McCall standing behind them. Then she turned her attention to the tall man standing in front of the fireplace. To her surprise, he was possibly even taller than Abe. His size didn’t stop there. The man was built like a bodybuilder with broad muscular shoulders and arms and a tapered waist that emphasized his plump ass and thick thighs. He had long black hair tied back in a braid and dark serious eyes.

  “Start from the beginning, Jonathan,” Abe encouraged the man.

  “There are five families who live fairly close together about two hundred miles east of here. We’ve been there for the last three and four years without a lot of trouble until recently. The wolves are bad, but we managed to keep them under control for the most part, but the black market gangs and so called lawmen are becoming more arrogant and cocky in the area. The families in there are divided on what to do about it. Some want to just kill them anytime they see one around the area. Some of us want to keep to ourselves and deal with trouble when it shows up, if it shows up. If we go out killing folks, someone innocent is going to die by mistake and we’ll become outlaws that everyone will want to take a potshot at,” Jonathan stopped and took a deep breath before continuing.