Gold Lust [Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  Will drew her back into his arms and she burrowed into his warmth. She tensed when she heard pounding footsteps but Will wouldn’t let her draw away.

  “It’s okay, honey. It’s Chet, Kent, and Walker.”

  “Okay.” Lacy sighed, closed her eyes, and fainted.

  * * * *

  “Fuck!” Chet stumbled when he saw Lacy. Her face was bruised and swollen, her wrists were bleeding, and she had blood on the front of her shirt. “Walker, get some water, whiskey, and my spare shirt from my saddlebags.”

  Chet hurried after Will as his friend carried Lacy back into the cave. Will knelt and then sat on the ground and carefully positioned their wife so her head was resting on his thigh. Chet reached out and brushed the hair back from her face, being careful not to touch her bruised and swelling jaw.

  When Walker came, entering with a canteen full of water and his saddlebags, he sighed with relief. The needed to treat the cuts on Lacy’s wrists so they wouldn’t get infected. He took the spare shirt Walker handed him and tore it into long strips. Walker knelt next to him and they started cleaning their wife up.

  Kent came into the cave just as Chet poured whiskey into the wounds and he hurried to help Will hold her down when she reared up and cried out. Chet’s eyes burned with unshed tears and she gasped and tears spilled down her cheeks, but she was alive and she would heal eventually. If they’d lost her, he didn’t think he could have survived the long lonely years ahead without her.

  “Does she need stitches?” Will asked in a tight voice.

  “No.” Lacy tried to tug her arms away, but Kent and Walker held her firmly.

  “Some of the cuts are pretty deep,” Chet said.

  “They’re not very long, though.” Lacy sat up with Will’s help and looked at her wrists. “I don’t think thread is needed. Just bind them up.”

  Chet didn’t want to upset her, so he nodded and started to wrap them with pieces from his shirt. He would change the dressing every day to make sure infection didn’t set in. They hadn’t gotten her back only to lose her to pestilence and fever.

  “Did you get the stockmen to take care of Strutt and his gang?” Chet asked.

  “Yeah, they were going to haul Gill, his brother, and his cousin’s bodies to the police in Ballarat. Blue said he’d collect the reward and bring it back.”

  Chet nodded as he tied off the bandage, then he wet another piece of shirt and gently washed Lacy’s face. “Are you well enough to travel?”

  “Yes. I just want to go home.”

  Chet helped Lacy to her feet and when she wobbled, swept her up into his arms, out of the cave and toward the horses.

  The fear and anxiety he’d been feeling from the moment he remembered where he’d seen Curly and Hitch, to when he realised Lacy had been taken, began to dissipate. Now that their contract to the police had been fulfilled, he and his friends were going to concentrate on their farm and spending time with their wife.

  He’d had enough of chasing after bushrangers to last him a lifetime and since they’d all accrued quite a bit of money from the wool and meat from their sheep as well as the rewards they’d been collecting over the last five or so years, he had plans to spend some of that cash to make Lacy’s life more comfortable. One thing he wanted to do was add a bathing room, with pipes for water and a large tub. Hopefully between the four of them and some help from his hired stockmen, it wouldn’t take them too long.

  He pushed his thoughts aside when Lacy snuggled up to him and sighed. When he looked down he saw that her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep and even. He loved her so much, he couldn’t wait to see her rounded out with their child, and hoped she would conceive soon.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Four weeks later

  Lacy squealed when Chet lunged for her and took off running. She was laughing so hard she could barely see or breathe. Chet had been washing the dust off of his arms and chest in the trough near the shearing shed and she couldn’t resist the temptation.

  She’d hurried up behind him, and as he ducked his head, she shoved him in the back. He’d ended up falling into the trough face-first and his feet had come up off of the ground. When he’d managed to get out he’d pinned her with a wicked stare and she’d taken off running.

  She could still hear Will, Kent, and Walker laughing their heads off and if she wasn’t mistaken Blue was, too. She’d never been so carefree and knew it was because of her four husbands. None of them had told her they loved her, but she didn’t need to hear the words to know that they did. It was loud and clear every time they touched her, made love to her, and even when they ordered her about, because she knew they were only trying to protect her and keep her from getting hurt.

  It was only mid-afternoon, but after a quiet word with Blue when no one else was about, she organised for her husbands to take the rest of the day off. She needed some alone time with her men because she planned to tell them she loved them and she also had a surprise for them.

  She shrieked when Chet caught up to her and without missing a beat, he snagged her around the waist and lifted her over his shoulder. His hand slapped her butt before smoothing over the seat of her pants.

  “You are in big trouble, Mrs. Harland.”

  God, I hope so.

  “Will, Kent, Walker, help me.” She used her hands to push up and look toward her other husbands and smiled when she saw they weren’t far behind.

  Chet carried her into the house, heading straight for their bedroom. She still only slept with two of her guys each night and didn’t always make love with them all at once but she relished each minute spent with them.

  She clutched at Chet’s arms as he lowered her to her feet and the blood rushed from her head.

  “Get those clothes off, Lacy.”

  She giggled when water dripped from the end of his nose and backed away when he glared at her. But she could see the laughter in his eyes and was sure he knew she’d commandeered him into doing what she wanted.

  She looked at Will, Kent, and Walker when they entered the room before meeting Chet’s hungry eyes.

  “I have something I need to tell you all,” she said quickly when Chet took a step toward her.

  “Sure, love, just let me get a towel,” Chet said as he wiped a hand over his wet face before winking at her.

  Lacy moved to the end of the bed and sat down. No matter how hard she tried to, she couldn’t stop smiling and wondered if her husbands knew what she was going to say, since they were smiling back.

  Chet entered the room sans shirt as he rubbed the towel over his hair. He knelt at her feet and took one of her hands in his. Kent shoved Walker aside and sat on one side of her just as Will sat on the other. Walker sat cross-legged on the floor near her feet.

  “What’s up, love?”

  Lacy took a deep breath, and after meeting each of her men’s gazes, she swallowed. “I just want you all to know how happy I am. If you hadn’t saved me from those bushrangers who stopped the stagecoach, I may well be dead.”

  “It was our pleasure, sweetheart.” Kent kissed her on the cheek.

  “I need you to know that…” Lacy tugged her hand from Chet’s and palmed his cheek. “I love you, Chet Harland.”

  “I know, Lacy. I love you, too.”

  Lacy blinked back the moisture welling in her eyes and shifted her gaze to Walker. She reached out to him and curled her fingers around his hand when he clasped hers. “I love you, Walker Doyle.”

  “I love you, too, darlin.” Walker got up onto his knees and kissed her lingeringly on the lips, before he drew back.

  Lacy turned and looked at Kent. “I love you, Kent Grady.”

  “I love you, Lacy Harland.”

  Before Lacy could turn to face Will, he clasped her waist, lifted her, and plonked her in his lap. He nudged her chin up and slammed his mouth onto hers, kissing her carnally until they were both breathless. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “I love you, Will Lesley.”

 
“I love you, honey.”

  Chet tugged on her ponytail to get her attention. “Was that what you needed to tell us, love?”

  “Some of it,” she answered.

  “You’d better hurry up and say the rest,” Chet said as he began to push his pants down. “You won’t be doing anything but moaning in the next few seconds.”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  Chet froze. His pants were down around his ankles and he’d bent over to take his boots off. She glanced at Will to find him staring at her with so much love in his gaze she couldn’t contain her tears.

  Walker was on his hands and knees on the floor, staring at her as if she suddenly had grown another head and Kent’s mouth was opening and closing like he was a fish out of water.

  Chet straightened up, and although she knew she should meet his eyes, she couldn’t drag them away from his hard cock. There was a drop of clear fluid in the small slit and the head was a dark purplish colour.

  As she reached out to touch him he grabbed her hand and she finally met his gaze.

  “Are you sure?” he asked in a raspy voice.

  “Yes.”

  Her four men whooped and hollered with joy. Chet scooped her up off the bed and went to spin her around, but he stumbled since he’d obviously forgotten his pants were still around his ankles and as he fell toward the bed, he twisted so that he landed on it with her on top of him.

  “Just what I had in mind,” he whispered and smiled at her. That smile was so full of love and happiness she couldn’t help but smile back. “Strip her, mates.”

  She had no idea how they removed all of her clothes since Chet still kept hold of her but sighed with desire and delight when her warm skin met Chet’s cool flesh. And then he rolled until she was lying on her back on the bed and he was kissing her rapaciously. Their tongues rubbed along and tangled with each other’s and she moaned when he broke the kiss.

  He nibbled down her body and she opened her eyes when more hands caressed her skin. Kent and Will climbed up beside her and Walker crawled onto the bottom of the bed.

  Kent and Will leaned over and took one of her nipples into their mouths at the same time. She moaned and writhed as her desire began to build. Her legs were spread open and then she was crying out as Walker began to lick her cunny.

  “I love tasting you, darlin’,” Walker said, barely lifting his face from her pussy before he flicked his tongue over her nub.

  She keened in the back of her throat when Chet pressed two fingers up into her and began to slide them in and out of her cunny. The tension grew and just as she was right on the edge of release they drew back.

  Lacy groaned with frustration but then she was moaning as Walker began to push his cock into her.

  When he was all the way in, he rolled them both over and she hurried to get into position on her knees straddling his hips. She looked back over her shoulder and met Chet’s gaze when he kissed her on the back.

  “Are you ready for me, love?”

  “Yes,” Lacy nodded. “Hurry. I need you.”

  Chet took the butter crock from Kent when he came back into the room. Lacy blinked because she hadn’t even noticed when he’d left. She mewled when he rubbed slippery fingers over her anus and pushed back against him when he breached her arse.

  “So nice and tight,” he rasped. “You’re going to feel so good gripping my cock.”

  Lacy inhaled deeply when she felt his hard cock press against her rear hole and as he penetrated her, she bore down. He slid in easily and after wiping his hand on the towel he threw it aside and gripped her hips.

  Chet withdrew to the tip and as he stroked back inside Walker drew from her cunny. Lacy whimpered, digging her fingers into Walker’s skin, and began to rock in time to their pumping hips.

  The heat inside of her grew, her internal walls rippled, and her body trembled. She moaned when Walker reached up and pinched her nipples and began to roll her pelvis in time to the thrusting rhythm. The joyous friction gliding along her anal and cunny walls grew hotter and her muscles began to gather.

  Walker released one of her nipples, caressed his hand down her body to the top of her mound, and began to thrum a finger over her clit.

  Her breathing grew ragged and white lights flashed before her eyes. And then she was screaming.

  She shook and shivered, her muscles clamping and releasing around the two cocks gliding in and out of her pussy and arse. Cream dripped from her cunny and she shivered as nirvana raced through her nerves and over her skin.

  Chet pounded into her twice more with a yell and then he trembled as he climaxed, his cock jerking inside her anus heightening the effects of her own orgasm. Walker’s fingers dug into her ribs as he drove in deep, growling as his penis twitched as he, too, reached his peak.

  Lacy flopped down onto Walker’s chest, still breathing heavily but with a big satiated smile on her face. “That was amazing,” she said around gasps for air.

  “Yeah, it was.” Walker kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, squeezing her.

  “Love you, Lacy.” Chet wheezed against her shoulder blade and then chuckled.

  “I love you, too.” Lacy rubbed her cheek against Walker’s pectoral muscle. “I love all my husbands.”

  “Good thing, honey, because we plan to show you just how much we love you for the rest of the afternoon and long into the night,” Will said as he shoved Chet aside, causing her to moan when Chet’s cock slid out of her arse.

  Will lifted her off of Walker and then turned her to face him. She barely got to blink before he was kissing her voraciously.

  Lacy looped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and kissed him back just as hungrily.

  She gasped when Kent caressed over her butt cheeks and then she was being held up between them. A moan escaped her mouth when she was lowered onto Will’s hard cock and she mewled when Kent penetrated her arse.

  And then they were both moving inside of her at the same time. There was no slow build up or counter-thrusting. Will and Kent hammered into her fast, hard, and deep. The climb up the slope was quick and before she knew it she was right on the precipice.

  “Come, Lacy. Now!” Kent commanded and to her surprise she obeyed.

  She cried out as rapture charged over her body from the top of her head to the tips of her curling toes.

  Wave after wave of molten gold raced through her, making her pussy and arse contract and undulate in a fast cycle of euphoria. Their shouts of completion joining hers.

  Lacy had never imagined finding love or the men of her dreams in adversity, but was glad that she tried to find her deceased brother. She was still grieving the death of her father and brother and even though she would always miss them she found a love so profound with her four men, she was sometimes overwhelmed.

  Maybe those bushrangers holding up the stagecoach had been ordained in the heavens. Even though she’d been scared out of her mind, she wouldn’t have changed a thing because she may never have met her husbands and that would have been a travesty.

  But it was her brother’s lust for gold which had brought her to her men and even though he was no longer alive, maybe he had something to do with her finding so much joy. She prayed that her father and brother were happy, and smiled when she imagined them both looking down at her from the heavens with smiles on their faces.

  Epilogue

  Eight months later

  Lacy grunted as pain wracked through her womb, into her back and over her stomach, and sweat dripped from her brow. For the last ten hours she’d been labouring to bring her baby into the world and she was exhausted.

  “You can do it, love. I can see the head.” Chet met her eyes when he looked up from between her legs.

  Walker was supporting her body as he sat behind her and Kent and Will held her legs up and apart.

  “Two more big pushes should do it, Lacy.”

  “Take a deep breath, darlin’,” Walker whispered in her ear and breathed
in deeply when she did.

  “Good girl,” Kent crooned and rubbed her thigh.

  “When the next contraction hits, push as hard as you can,” Will encouraged.

  Lacy felt her womb tightening and although she tried to hold it in the relentless pain was nearly unbearable.

  “Okay, love. Push! Hard!” Chet ordered.

  Lacy bore down, a guttural keening noise erupting from deep down in her chest and out of her mouth. Her pussy burned so bad she wanted to stop pushing but she kept right on going.

  “We have a head,” Chet whispered and looked up to her with tears running down his face. “One more push and you can hold our baby in your arms.”

  Lacy moaned but gritted her teeth as another contraction started and then she pushed with all her might. She screamed loud and long and then she gasped for air when she felt their baby slip from her body.

  She waited for the cry and began to panic when she didn’t hear a sound. Her heart clutched with fear and dread and then she looked down to see Chet clearing the baby’s mouth. When he removed his finger, a soft wail echoed in the air.

  “He’s so perfect, love,” Chet rasped as he gently placed their son onto her stomach.

  Lacy checked her baby over, making sure he had ten fingers and toes before she looked at his angry red face. She hardly took any notice of the afterbirth being expelled from her body or when Chet cleaned her up. She only had eyes for the miracle in her arms.

  When his cheek nudged her breast and his mouth began rooting for her nipple she laughed and then placed him so he could suckle.

  “Thank you,” she whispered as she met each of her men’s eyes. “Thank you for loving me and giving me such a precious gift.”

  “We should be thanking you, sweetheart,” Kent said in a hoarse voice as he stroked a finger down their son’s soft cheek.

  “Have you picked a name out, Lacy?” Will asked.

  “Craig Andrew. After my brother and father.”