Gold Lust [Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  Lacy looked down between her legs and then she walked back a bit on her knees until she was hovering over his rod. She placed her hands onto his chest and slowly lowered herself down.

  Kent clenched his teeth and tautened his muscles as her pussy enveloped the head of his cock. His instinct was to thrust up into her until he couldn’t go any further, but he didn’t want to hurt her so he held still. Plus, he wanted her to feel like she had some control in their lovemaking and hopefully her confidence as a beautiful, sexy woman would grow. He wanted her to be able to come to any of them whenever she wanted, whenever she had an ache to be relieved and whenever she needed to talk.

  He wanted her comfortable with them. He wanted them all to have an equal partnership, not a dictatorship like some men seemed to want to have over their women.

  His thoughts flew from his mind as she began to slide up and down his dick. She went slowly as if unsure of what she was doing was right. When he met her eyes her saw the frown of concentration on her face.

  Kent reached up and palmed her breasts, kneading and massaging the soft fleshy globes before he took her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and plucked at the hard peaks.

  She moaned and more juices coated his cock and then she pushed down again until he was inside of her as far as he could go, the tip of his rod touching the entrance to her womb.

  “Oh,” Lacy moaned. “You feel so good. You’re so big you stretch my insides.”

  “Is that a good thing, darlin’?” Walker asked as he moved up behind her.

  “Fuck yes!”

  Kent was so surprised to hear that word coming from her sexy mouth, he felt his own drop open. But he liked hearing her cuss, and his cock twitched, making them both moan.

  “Say it again,” Walker demanded in a growly voice as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

  “What?” Lacy gave Kent a puzzled look and he couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Fuck,” Walker said.

  Lacy frowned and he could see she was thinking back over what she’d said and when she realised she’d cursed her face turned pink and she lowered her eyes.

  “No, sweetheart. Don’t be embarrassed. We like hearing you say those words.”

  “You do?”

  “Shit yes,” Walker rasped. “It’s sexy as hell.”

  “Oh.”

  “Repeat after me,” Walker said. “Walker, I want you to fuck my arse with your hard cock.”

  Another gush of cream washed over Kent’s dick.

  “Walker…Iwantyouto…fuckmyarse…withyourhardcock.”

  “That’s real good, darlin’.” Walker licked and then nibbled on her neck, making her shiver and moan. “But this time say it so it’s clear.”

  “Walker. I want you to fuck my arse with your hard cock.”

  “Take a deep breath, Lacy,” Kent said when Walker remained silent. He watched his friend swallow and then he rolled his tongue around in his mouth as if he was trying to pry it from the roof.

  Walker took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if trying to get his hunger back under control, and then Lacy jolted and Kent knew he was penetrating her back entrance.

  “Breathe, sweetheart,” Kent ordered and was pleased when she exhaled and then inhaled again. “Good girl.”

  Lacy’s face lit up at his praise and he wondered if anyone had ever complimented her for doing a good job. He doubted it and made a note to ask her at some stage, but for now he wanted to love his woman.

  “Jesus, she’s tight.” Walker groaned. “How does it feel to be filled in both holes, darlin’? Do you like having a cock in your pussy and arse?”

  “Fuck yes,” Lacy yelled. “Do something.”

  Kent would have smiled if he’d been able to get his brain to connect with his body, but he couldn’t seem to think worth a damn. It felt heavenly to have her tight cunt squeezing him and coating him in her juices, but now it was time to give her as much pleasure as she could handle. He nodded to Walker and shifted his hands from her breast to her ribs and held her up slightly above him, and then he withdrew to the tip of his cock and surged back in. As he drove into her again, Walker retreated from her arse.

  With each thrust of their hips, Kent and Walker increased the pace, until their bodies were slapping against hers and their cocks were shuttling in and out of her pussy and arse.

  Kent watched her face the whole time they pleasured her and every nuance of her responses. She moaned and sighed, gasped and groaned. And then she found their rhythm and began to rock in sync with them.

  He’d never felt so connected to a woman before and through her he also felt more connected to his friends. Each time his dick shoved into her, his heart filled with a little more warmth and happiness until he was sure it was going to burst.

  It didn’t matter to him that he’d only known her for a couple of days. He’d known the instant he’d seen her that she was special. She filled a space in his heart he hadn’t even known was empty and completed him in ways no one else ever had. She was everything to him and he was going to make sure she realised that.

  “I can feel it,” Lacy panted, her fingernails digging into his chest.

  “Good,” Kent gasped.

  “Let it happen, darlin’,” Walker rasped as he pushed his cock deep into her arse. “Don’t fight it.”

  “No,” Lacy moaned.

  For a moment Kent wasn’t sure if she was trying to deny the orgasm she was careening toward, but when her head tilted back and she undulated her hips, he realised she was reaching for her pleasure.

  Her internal walls were rippling around his dick and the tingling heat at the base of his spine spread to his balls and cock. He looked at Walker and saw the tendons and muscles in his neck and shoulders bulging as if he was also trying to stave off his climax until Lacy reached her peak. His next words confirmed it.

  “Do it! Now!” Walker ordered in a deep, hoarse voice.

  Kent let go of her ribs, one hand moving to one of her breasts and the other to her cunt, and then he started rubbing her clit.

  “Fuck me!” Lacy yelled.

  Kent shoved his cock into her cunt at the same time Walker drove into her arse.

  Lacy cried out, “Kent! Walker!” Her internal walls clamped down hard. Her whole body quaked and quivered. Cream expelled from her pussy, covering his dick and dripping down from his balls. Fire roiled in his balls and then shot up his shaft and out the tip of his cock.

  He roared. “Lacy!”

  His body was so tight he thought he would snap in half. His cock twitched and jerked as cum shot out the tip in an orgasm so intense he saw stars. It was the longest peak he’d ever experienced and wasn’t sure he would survive it. His ears were ringing and he was only vaguely aware of Walker shouting Lacy’s name as he, too, climaxed.

  When Kent finally came back to the land of the living, it was to find Lacy slumped down over the top of him and Walker resting against her back. All three of them were still breathing heavily.

  “Fucking amazing.” Walker lifted up off of Lacy’s back and kissed her shoulder.

  “Mind-blowing,” Kent whispered. He looked down at Lacy to make sure she was okay and saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly parted in sleep. “We wore her out.”

  Walker eased his cock from Lacy’s arse and flopped onto the bed on his side. “When I can stand, I’ll go and get a bath ready for her.”

  “Yeah, good idea. She’s gonna be sore after all that loving.”

  Walker looked at him and then at Lacy. He had a surprised look on his face.

  “Do you?” Walker asked.

  “Do I what?”

  “Love her?”

  “Yes,” Kent replied immediately, not worrying about looking like a sap in front of his friend.

  “So do I.” Walker’s face softened as he looked at Lacy.

  “We all do,” Chet said as he and Will entered the room.

  Kent had been so intent on Lacy and her pleasure that he hadn’t even realised that
his other two mates had left the room.

  “Do you think she knows that?” Will asked.

  “I doubt it,” Kent answered.

  “Do you think she lo—likes us?” Walker asked, showing a vulnerable side Kent had never seen from him before.

  “She definitely has feelings for us,” Chet said.

  “How do you figure that?” Will met Chet’s gaze.

  “Do you really think a woman who has no feelings for the man or men who make love to her would react so passionately?” Chet sat on the side of the bed and lightly traced the arch of one of Lacy’s eyebrows.

  Kent had never seen Chet look at a woman the way he did his, their wife. His heart filled with hope. Hope that even if Lacy didn’t love him or his friends that she was at least beginning to care for them.

  Chet was right. No woman would respond the way Lacy had if her heart wasn’t engaged, even if it was just a little bit.

  He just hoped she didn’t take too long to fall completely head over heels in love with them the way he was with her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Curly crept away from the bedroom window and rubbed his hands together. The little whore was doing all four of the bosses. But what he found priceless was the fact they all loved her. He would have to ride out tonight and meet Strutt. His cousin would want to know about the bounty on his, his brother, and his cousins’ heads. Someone from the police had let it slip that his arsehole bosses were going to be out looking for all of them and it had finally made it back to the farm, but he wasn’t about to let that happen.

  If he could get word to Strutt, his leader cousin could make plans to turn the tables on them. Maybe taking their whore would be enough of a deterrent. Curly bit back the chuckle of glee as he hurried back to the shearing pen. He’d taken his morning break just at the right time. None of the other stockmen even looked at him when he grabbed a ewe and started cutting the wool from its stinky body. Curly had made sure no one had seen him skirt around the house toward the open bedroom window, and since the curtains had been drawn no one inside had noticed him either.

  He had great delight in knowing that he and Hitch were right under their noses. Strutt had ordered them to clean up and find work since he and his brother, Gil, were much too infamous to seek work. The last robbery hadn’t gone to plan and the gold was dwindling fast.

  William Strutt, or Bill as they called him, had told Hitch and Curly to shave off their beards, moustaches, and their hair. Curly had baulked at those orders at first, but when Bill had explained they needed money for supplies they agreed.

  Although Curly didn’t trust Bill or Gil, they’d spent too many years thieving together for him to give up now. He had hardly spent any of his cut and had it hidden a few miles outside of Ballarat, buried next to a large ghost gum and under a massive rock. No one would ever think he’d hidden gold and coins under such a big boulder because no one in their right mind would be able to move it. At least not on their own. Plus, his hiding spot was well away from the goldfields.

  No miner worth his salt was going to waste their time searching land where anyone with any experience would know gold wouldn’t be found there.

  He licked his lips as he imagined fucking that beautiful woman. But what had his cock standing to attention was the fact that he would be screwing the bosses over as well as their whore.

  As soon as Hitch fell asleep, he was heading out to see his cousin. There was no way he was taking his idiot younger brother with him, or telling him what he was about. Curly was sure Hector had been dropped on his head at birth, but of course he would never know for sure. His mother had died of consumption a year after birthing him and Curly had only been three years old.

  Their father had been a mean old drunk and had somehow shot himself while trying to clean his gun. Curly had been ten and Hitch had just turned seven. His old man’s brain had probably been pickled from too much rotgut. He hadn’t shed a single tear over his father’s death because he used him beat up on him nearly every night.

  Curly had immediately packed up what little they had, saddled the only horse in the lean-to, and ridden for three days straight to his aunt’s house. She’d been nearly almost as mean as their father but at least they’d had somewhere to sleep and food in their belly.

  Bill and Gil were a couple of years older than him, but when Bill had turned sixteen he decided he’d had enough of the old biddy. Thank God Curly had come upon him as he’d saddled his horse, otherwise he, Hitch, and Curly would have been left behind.

  The day all four of them had ridden away from that small shack had been the best day of his life. The next best day had been the day they had held up a stagecoach. None of them had looked back since.

  * * * *

  Lacy stretched as she came awake and groaned when her body ached and protested the movement. She’d never known a body could hurt in so many places. When she felt an arm tighten around her waist and a hand caress up and down her back, she realised that she was snuggled up with Kent, lying half on top of him.

  She lifted her head and met Kent’s hazel eyes. “Are you sore, sweetheart?”

  “A little tender.”

  “Would you like a bath?”

  “You have one?” Lacy sat up, pulling the sheet with her to cover her nakedness.

  “Why are you hiding from me, Lacy?”

  “Uh…I’m not used to…” She waved her hand in the air, not sure how to finish her sentence.

  “Being naked around anyone?” Kent asked.

  Lacy nodded.

  “You’d better get used to it quick, love,” Chet said as he strode into the room. “You’re going to be naked around us a lot.”

  Lacy nibbled on her lip but nodded her head. She knew he was right. She was their wife now and although she knew they wouldn’t pressure her to make love with them if she didn’t want to, she couldn’t see that happening anytime soon.

  She’d never known such pleasure even existed and was eager to experience it over and over again. Just not right now, because her pussy was feeling a little raw and her arse was tender.

  Kent tugged the covers away and gathered her into his arms and then he stood up, taking her with him. She knew she wasn’t very big but his strength amazed her and she loved seeing the way his muscles bulged in his upper arms and shoulders.

  When he carried her out of the room naked, Lacy began to worry. “Where are we going?”

  “I’m taking you to the kitchen, sweetheart. The tub is all ready and waiting for you.”

  “But what if someone sees me?”

  Chet’s voice carried to her from behind. “No one will see you, love. The curtains are drawn and none of the stockmen would dare come look into the house.”

  Lacy relaxed, and when Kent carried her through to the kitchen her eyes immediately went to the windows, which were covered. When she saw the large copper bathtub she wanted to clap her hands with delight. Her father hadn’t been able to afford such a luxury and they had to make do with a cut-down barrel, which was barely big enough for her to sit in, let alone her papa. He’d been nearly twice as big as she was, and although she’d never hung around when he’d bathed, she’d often heard him cursing as he tried to wash himself.

  Lacy had learned at a young age to wash each morning but sometimes it was hard to spend time standing naked in her room for her ablutions when it was so cold in the winter, but she hated not being clean.

  Kent leaned over the tub with her still in his arms. “Check the temperature of the water. I don’t want you getting burnt.”

  Lacy dipped her fingers and then her hand into it and found it was absolutely perfect. “It’s wonderful.”

  Kent nodded, and then slowly lowered her into the water. She sighed as the heat enveloped her aching muscles and scooted back until she was leaning against the side. When she stretched her legs out, she was amazed to find that she didn’t have to bend her knees. It was a perfect fit for her.

  She closed her eyes and didn’t bother opening them when
she heard footsteps heading her way.

  “Do you want me to scrub your back?” Will asked.

  “I volunteer to wash her hair,” Walker piped up.

  Lacy smiled. She loved all the attention and knew she had made the right decision when she agreed to marry Chet.

  * * * *

  Over the next week, Lacy and her men got into a routine. Two of them always stayed on the farm working along with their hired stockmen and two of them headed out in search of the bushrangers.

  Lacy was up each morning before her men to cook them breakfast and to bake so that whoever was leaving for the day would have food to take with them. She loved making sure they had full bellies to start the day on and also knowing they wouldn’t go hungry even away from home.

  She scratched her head where the threads had been and sighed as the small itch was appeased. Kent had taken her stitches out seven days after threading her skin together and although the wound had healed, it still aggravated her sometimes.

  After she cleaned up the dishes and tidied the house, she would go outside for some fresh air and tend to the vegetable garden she’d discovered. When she’d first seen the large veggie patch she wasn’t sure anything was growing in it besides weeds, but by the end of the day she realised it was full of food.

  She’d hurried back inside to get a basket and bucket and then she’d picked tomatoes, beans, peas, potatoes, and even a couple of pumpkins. She planned to preserve most of the goods but some she kept aside for the next few meals. And since she had to prepare and cook the vegetables so they wouldn’t spoil, she decided to do it today.

  Chet helped her take the last of the dishes to the sink and then he hugged her tight. “We should be back by sundown, but don’t go frettin’ if we aren’t. It probably just means that we’re getting close to finding those bastards.”

  “Okay.” Lacy sighed and hugged him back, then drew back so she could see his face. “Please be careful.”

  “We will, love.” Chet kissed her on the lips. “Don’t work too hard.”

  Kent lifted Lacy into the air and spun her around. She laughed and then clung to him when he lowered her back to her feet. “See you tonight, sweetheart.”