Brokenhearted Beauty [Divine Creek Ranch 19] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  He took a deep breath and moved his arms up across her hips and then lifted his hands to cup her breasts. He rubbed against her nipples in slow, deliberate strokes until she thought she would go mad from the stimulation. Her pussy grew hotter and he slipped and slid with greater ease with each passing second.

  “I love your breasts. Love being inside your luscious body, feeling you accepting all of me, like you were made for me.”

  Her gulp sounded loud in the quiet, dim room. “James, the sweet things you say…”

  Finally he clasped his fingers over hers and lifted her hand so the candles on the edge of the tub illuminated her palm. With a gentle fingertip, he stroked the row of faint pink crescent-shaped scars that marred her palm.

  He kissed them and then slid their clasped hands down her abdomen to her pussy. He caressed her clit, which felt very swollen, with one finger and whispered, “Touch yourself for me, honey. Show me how you get yourself off.”

  A wave of heat seemed to rise from her torso and her pussy as he guided her fingers at first, until she established her own erotic rhythm, rubbing up and own and squeezing her clit between two fingers. He released her fingers for a few seconds and reached out to lift the lid from a decorative ceramic container in the corner by the tub.

  “What’s in there?” she whispered.

  “Don’t stop stroking yourself, honey. We bought you some waterproof toys for your tub.”

  “Baby…”

  “No worries tonight, honey,” he soothed as he showed her the fingertip vibrator, sliding it on his finger after he wet the silicon loop that would keep it secure. A simple press of a button turned it on.

  She gasped as he slid their fingers together again and the vibe made contact with her lips and then slid up to her clit. She tensed and arched, tightening her pussy muscles as she thrust back against him. He obliged her by increasing his thrusts slightly, impressing her with his reserve of self-control while she felt ready to go off like a rocket.

  “Oh, baby,” she whimpered. “I needed you so much.”

  She arched her back and he assisted her by wrapping his other arm around her hips and anchoring her as she thrust against him while he continued strumming her clit with the vibe and her own fingers. Her hands trembled as she held on to him, breathing in his compelling masculine scent.

  She wanted to never be parted from him, for him to keep her wrapped in his strong arms. The day, her worries, and her future all receded from her mind as they made love to each other with slow gentle movements, the water lapping all around them. Like a terraced landscape, her arousal grew step, by slow step, with James always in control of the rhythm, her tension rising and receding, only to rise impossibly higher.

  “So tight. So sweet. Do you want to come?”

  “Oh, so much, baby. Make me come.”

  He tightened his arm, pinning her to him as he increased the pressure on the vibrator just a bit and fucked her in firmer strokes. Her panting grew louder and echoed in the bathroom. He nudged her head to the side and dragged his teeth over the tender juncture of her shoulder and throat. She moaned, anticipating the sensation of his love bite, and cried out when it came. He growled in her ear and her cunt rippled and clenched as she came undone, rubbing her clit and arching against him with every wave.

  As it receded, he released her shoulder and slowed his thrusting and she looked up at him. “Did you come?”

  “I didn’t. I’m hanging on by sheer force of will. I want you on the bed. I think we forgot something, though.” The apologetic look in his eyes gave her pause.

  “This was my fault. I can’t very well be angry when I asked for it. Reason deserts me when I’m with you. Either of you.”

  “I realized it while I was teasing your clit with the vibe,” he said as he lifted her from his cock and helped her stand. “I didn’t want to stop you. You looked so beautiful. But, honey, I’m in serious need.”

  * * * *

  James smiled as she nodded and held on to him tightly as he helped her from the slippery tub. His cock felt so hard it could probably shatter concrete. She must’ve guessed how urgent his need was because she barely dried off and dropped the bath towel as she reached for him.

  He swung her up into his arms and they didn’t make it any farther than the custom-sized bed in what he was beginning to think of as their bedroom. She didn’t complain as she crawled up to the pillows and looked back at him with a seductive smile as she knelt and fluffed them. His cock bobbed as she teasingly displayed her rounded backside and her slick, pink pussy as she arranged them into a comfortable nest while he retrieved a condom from the bedside table.

  “Comfy?” He growled as she reclined into them and he prowled over to her.

  She cast her gaze down to his cock and licked her lips. “Can I lick you?”

  “Not right now. I want back inside your sweet cunt when I come.” He kneeled and sat back on his heels as he made a show of rolling the condom onto his thick shaft, groaning as the sensation pushed him closer to the edge. She lay there looking like a naughty little angel, her eyes sparkling and her body flushed with arousal. He touched her thighs which were pressed together and said, “Show me your pussy, honey. Later, I’m going to lick you until you come again but right now I want to see you.”

  Her breath caught in her throat and her nipples tightened into little rosy nubs as she slid her hands down her torso to the tops of her thighs and then she slid her heels back on the comforter parting her knees, giving him only a teasing glimpse at first but then spreading them wide as he crawled over her on the bed. He spread his legs wide and braced on his knees as he draped her thighs over his, and nudged her glistening pussy lips with the head. She shuddered and her hot, translucent juices pooled in her swollen opening. He prayed for a second that he hadn’t further compounded her predicament by fucking her without the condom for those few blissful minutes.

  Tilting his head back, he groaned as he gritted his teeth at the hot slick feel of her against the most sensitive part of him. He grasped his shaft at the base to keep from coming just from that simple touch.

  Leah arched and tightened her legs around his, urging him silently. He rubbed his shaft against her swollen, pink clit and gritted his teeth as he pushed forward, parting her slippery lips and entering her engulfing tightness.

  “So soft,” he whispered, thrusting again, going deeper, unable to take his eyes off of the sight of her delicate flesh stretching to take him as she moaned and moved against him.

  He flexed his hips as he held her open and thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her hot sweetness. Control shredded but he kept his eyes glued to where they were joined and reached up to gently stroke her clit as he fucked her with restraint like he’d never known before.

  She panted as she reached up and cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. “Oh, James. It’s coming, don’t stop. I feel it. Don’t stop!”

  He kept going as long as he could, stretching out the moment to increase her pleasure until she cried out and her pussy gripped his cock and milked him with each tortured stroke. Control vanished and he lowered his torso to hers, a soft sound coming from his throat or hers, he wasn’t sure. He fucked her with everything he had, sliding every rock-hard inch in and out until the orgasm stuck like a lightning bolt, erupting from deep within him with such intensity that he roared in ecstasy. He continued thrusting as the climax consumed him, hearing her cry out as she came again.

  She shuddered beneath him, squeezing him with her tiny aftershocks. Her eyes were closed and her rosy lips were parted slightly as she tried to catch her breath. He realized he’d gripped her damp, brunette locks in his hand and hoped he hadn’t hurt her by pulling her hair. Her ivory skin glowed like pale satin in the candlelight and he leaned down to kiss her shoulder.

  When she opened her eyes, they seemed to glow as she gazed up at him. Aware that he must be heavy on top of her, he held her close to him and rolled to his back, eliciting a gasp from her and then a soft giggle as she l
aid her head against his chest.

  “Your heart is pounding.”

  “You make me wild for you, woman,” he said as he stroked her rounded buttocks with both hands. “Think Vincent heard us?”

  She giggle-snorted. “I think Divine heard us.”

  She didn’t sound sleepy so he slowly pulled his cock from her pussy and slid her to the bed. “I want to show you something I found.”

  “Sure.”

  First, he disposed of the condom and after washing up, he got the rest of the strawberries and whipped cream from the bathroom and set them on the bed. He located what he wanted her to see from the drawer in the bedside table and turned on the reading lamp.

  She went to him as he reclined on the piled-up pillows and cuddled up in his arms, pulling the sheet and blanket with her. He balanced the bowls on his stomach and dipped another for her. He liked that she opened for him without hesitation and took what he offered her without making any comments about the cream being fattening. He enjoyed feeding her and taking care of her and the glow in her eyes told him he was making points in that assumption.

  “What is it?” she asked as she peered curiously at the small bound book.

  “We found it when we went through Patterson’s things a couple of months ago.” She inched closer so she could look on as he turned to the handwriting on the first page. He tilted the book and she could see there in Patterson’s boxy, masculine handwriting was the simple dedication, For Leah.

  She put her fingertips to her mouth and he saw her eyes become glossy with tears. He turned to the first entry and her voice was shaky as she whispered, “Read it to me?”

  “Her eyes dance with happiness and she doesn’t know

  I see the loneliness there like a beacon that matches my own

  She tempts me with a smile and denies what she needs

  One of her kisses would enslave my soul and she doesn’t know

  Her little feet tread the ground every day and I want to follow

  Constantly in motion, touching lives, especially mine,

  She makes everything better just by breathing, by being

  But she can’t see what she needs and who needs her

  Won’t accept the men that judge her by her heart

  And not by the toil of her precious little hands

  Little walking talking contradiction

  How do I get through to you?”

  James gathered the pages and leafed them rapidly against his thumb, showing her each page was filled with verse. “I had no idea he was writing poetry until we found this.”

  “Patterson was a poet?”

  “I haven’t read but the first few. It was too soon when we found it. It made me angry when I read them so I stopped. By the time I felt ready to read them, I’d also decided that I wanted you to read them with me. The few I’ve read at the front might make you blush, and others will make you cry. They date back to three years ago.”

  “That long ago? He—”

  James nodded. “He loved you, honey. We love you.”

  “Has Vincent read them?”

  “No. He said he’s not ready and may never be. He didn’t mind if I shared them with you, though.”

  She turned red-rimmed eyes up to him and then said, “Read some more?”

  “Sure.”

  I sat beside you tonight, lonesome dove of mine

  It’s not the way I wanted it but it was what you could give

  I don’t know what it is about you that makes me strong

  Strong enough to keep myself from breaking your boundaries

  But one of these days lonesome dove I’m going to take you in my arms

  I’ll show you the loving heart that beats just for you

  And you’ll realize the time we lost is now time we need to make up

  I watched your eyes as you watched the screen and I saw your features change

  I saw the passion you keep hidden because you’re so afraid

  And although I think it’s crazy, you believe you can’t measure up

  To the love three men feel for you, you think you’ll never be enough

  And I keep believing if I stretch out my hand and coax you long enough

  You might let me hold you and show you my love

  You’ll trust me and no longer be lonesome, my dove.

  She didn’t say a word, and he was sure if he looked down, he’d see tears in her eyes, but he could hear her labored breathing and feel the heat of her cheek increasing, where it was pressed against his chest.

  “I remember the night he was referring to in that one. I wish I’d given in.”

  He kissed the top of her head and said, “How about one to make you giggle? I think you might like it.”

  “Sure.”

  You sassed me today, you fiery little angel, and told me to go to hell.

  Can’t remember what I said that pissed you off and maybe it’s just as well

  You turned your back and walked away like you thought we were done

  You don’t know I stood there watching, knowing you’re the only one

  I love that angry little wiggle as I watch you walk away

  Gotta whistle at those dangerous curves even if there’s hell to pay

  And I dream of the day when you don’t retreat and you get on my case

  When I’ve pushed all your buttons and you get in my face

  You set my heart on fire when you get those sparks inside your eyes

  But fiery little angel I’m just getting started, I know you’re the prize

  “That one could be a song, it has such a nice rhythm and rhyme to it,” she said, swiping across her cheeks and giggling a little bit. “He told me I was acting prissy and I told him to go to hell. It really bothered me that he thought of me that way.”

  “Going out on a limb here, honey, but I think what he remembered more was the sight of your ass sashaying away. And you are a little prissy,” he added with a chuckle as he set the book and the bowls aside and rolled, taking her with him.

  “Am not,” she murmured over a yawn and then shivered.

  “Are, too. Are you chilled?” He pulled up the covers, and she huddled against his body, entwining their limbs, and sighed happily.

  “Not anymore. I like to be warm when I sleep.”

  “That’s welcome news,” he murmured, holding her to him tightly. “But count on being awakened during the night if you like snuggling up like this, sexy woman.”

  “I’ve never seen myself as much of a femme fatale.” Her voice was soft against his chest but he heard the insecurity in it. She needed more.

  “Honey, that’s because you’re not. What you have is much more subtle and much more precious because you don’t show that side to everyone. All the ‘femme fatales’ I’ve ever known have been trouble for the men in their lives and often wind up making them miserable. I think you’re so focused on work and whatever is next on your agenda you don’t let yourself play very easily. But when we’re alone, you get this look in your eyes and you…I don’t claim to read your mind or anything, but you get this look in your eyes that tells me you want to be held, and when I do, you snuggle up to me like a kitten, pressing your nose right here,” he said, brushing his fingers against his sternum.

  She gave him the very look he was referring to. “That’s exactly how I feel with you. I feel tiny and protected, and just so you know, you smell really good in that spot. Very sexy.”

  James laughed and said, “Then we have that in common. Vincent has even mentioned it. I think if he could sleep with his nose buried in your cleavage he’d be a happy camper.”

  She shook with laughter and then yawned again. “Do you think he’s sleeping?”

  “He was in the shower when I brought the strawberries in the bathroom earlier. He may be sound asleep by now.”

  “He had a very long day.”

  She wiggled against him, getting even closer and sighed happily. Her lips brushed against his chest in a light kiss.

 
Stroking her hair, he whispered, “I love you, honey. Whatever happens, that will remain true.”

  “I love you.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “I was about to come wake you two,” Vincent said in greeting when Leah and James came out of the bedroom. She’d showered thoroughly and James had promised her that he couldn’t smell skunk on her anymore at all. She still thought he was just being nice but she’d let him off the hook.

  “Coffee mugs?” she asked as she walked into the kitchen and caught sight of the full coffeepot.

  Vincent pulled open a cabinet for her and then encircled her in his arms as she chose one. He was bare-chested and smelled sexy and clean from his shower as she pressed her nose and lips to his chest and asked, “Did you sleep well?”

  “I did. I think I was dreaming even before my head hit the pillow. I had some weird dreams at first but then I was dead to the world.”

  “Weird dreams?”

  Vincent snorted, “Yeah, I dreamed a cat was being exorcised in the house.”

  She nipped his beefy chest with her teeth as James burst into laughter and she laughed along with them, despite her very hot cheeks. “You’re awful!”

  While she poured her coffee, Vincent lifted a golden-brown, fragrant waffle from the waffle maker, slid it onto a plate, and handed it to her with a kiss. He held on to the plate for a second and whispered, “I’m teasing a little, but the sound of you reaching your peak over and over last night was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, doll.”

  Just like that, a knot formed in her heart and she wanted to wrap herself around him right there in the kitchen. Part of her whispered that he should still be in the doghouse—a little—but she wanted him close anyway.

  He traced her lips with his fingers as he watched her with bedroom eyes and she felt the growing bulge at his groin. Guilt came on the heels of desire because she knew she couldn’t stay. “You make me feel weak and strong at the same time, Vincent.”

  “Good. I’m just returning the favor then. Eat your waffle before it gets cold. There’s scrambled eggs and syrup on the breakfast bar already. You smell sexy.”