Lumberjack Weekend [Divine Creek Ranch 21] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  Josh squeezed her hand gently and grumped, “Probably too late to rethink going upstairs to get my robe, huh?”

  Lucas snorted. “Yeah, a hare too late for that, Josh. You okay, dimples?” he added as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

  His question distracted her from the woman lying on a nearby divan, wearing nothing but a G-string. “Um…” Rather than covering her pussy, the front of the G-string was a piece of jewelry, which held her lips open, so her clit was revealed, and slid into her entrance, holding it open…just a tad. Enough to see she was very wet as she spoke with the man at her side while he held her ankle at chest level and stroked her inner thigh with his fingertips.

  “Dimples?” Lucas asked, probably scanning the vicinity for what she was gazing at as the woman’s companion stroked her swollen clit. “Oh. Wow.”

  I am such a pervert! We just walked in, and I’m getting hot and bothered watching strangers. Well, the woman wasn’t exactly a stranger. It was the shy, voluptuous brunette from Friday evening who’d been in the company of the good-looking man with the silver at his temples. Although her cheeks were rosy, her bashfulness seemed to have abated as one of the man’s acquaintances joined them on a nearby divan, to observe and converse with them. She kept her eyes on her man the entire time.

  Vowing to take a lesson from the brunette, Violet turned her attention to her huntsmen. “I’m all yours, gentlemen. Although, after this morning, I’m not up to being chased braless again.”

  Lucas burst into laughter and hugged her to him. His expression sobered as he drew back, and she saw why as she looked over her shoulder. The four men, who had all been dressed as lumberjacks before, were now dressed as huntsmen, same as Josh and Lucas. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the similarity, although she didn’t object.

  The leader of the group gazed at her, appreciation in his eyes, and said, “My name is Gabriel. The four of us would like to join you for the evening—the three of you, that is, if you’re willing.” He looked directly at Violet as he said the last.

  “Well,” Violet whispered as she turned to Josh and Lucas. “What do you think?”

  Lucas came close and stroked her cheek. “Why don’t we get comfortable in one of the gathering areas?” he said, indicating the groups of overstuffed chairs, ottomans, and divans, which were interspersed around the room to encourage intimacy while leaving little hidden from passersby and observers.

  Josh nodded when she made eye contact with him. Foremost, she asked herself if she wanted them there. They hadn’t overstepped the boundaries earlier in the morning. As a matter of fact, they’d added to the experience.

  Turning to Gabriel, she nodded but stopped him with an upheld hand, “To negotiate. Okay?”

  Gabriel nodded, as did the others. “Of course.”

  The wait staff had begun delivering hors d’oeuvres to the seating areas, as well as ice buckets stocked with various beverages and wine. She looked at the divan, not anxious to sit down on the bunny tail when her ass was already tender from earlier in the day. Lucas grinned, seeing her predicament, and drew her into his lap, seating her sideways. But doing so also exposed her ass to public view from certain angles. A member of the mansion staff offered her a tray of chocolate truffles as she got settled.

  Choosing one, she thanked him, and he nodded as he offered the tray to the others. The handmade milk chocolate treat melted on her tongue, and she stifled a small moan, wishing she could have another but knowing she might as well tack it right onto her thighs. She held up her hand when he grinned and offered the platter to her again. Lucas took a small plate from the servant and looked at her appraisingly before choosing a few more of the decadent treats.

  “What? One was enough,” she said as he held it up to her while the other men seated themselves.

  “He wants to treat you, baby girl,” Josh said. “Part of this weekend was about indulging yourself a little.”

  Violet looked at each of the four men in turn. “Well, I think it’s safe to say you know a lot more about me than I know about you.” Her cheeks flushed hot as she recalled how hot it’d made her to know they were watching her while she participated in her first true ménage, in the double penetration sense of the word. “What are your names?”

  “I’m Carter,” said the blond, bearded man sitting beside Gabriel.

  “I’m Roland,” said the next man in the group, a brawny man with large hands and dark brown crew cut. He looked as though he had a military background.

  “I’m Greg,” said the last of the men, his bright blue eyes twinkling as he ogled her naked, painted breasts and the curves of her gray and white painted torso. His black hair fell over his forehead, and he grinned as he flicked it away. Clearly the trickster in the group. Confirmation came when she glanced up and saw Lucas squint at him, as if giving him a nonverbal warning to behave.

  “I don’t mind if you sit with us, Gabriel, Carter, Roland, and Greg,” she said, practicing their names as she eyed each of them, hoping she didn’t forget or get them mixed up. “But you should know up front I’m not having sex with any of you, especially not…butt sex.”

  It sounded as if Josh was trying to hold back his laughter, but she was quickly distracted when Gabriel held up a hand.

  “We didn’t expect that. As a matter of fact, we thought perhaps if your group looked like it was full, so to speak, you wouldn’t be approached by any of the others.”

  Violet tilted her head. “Why do you care?” She cringed and added, “That didn’t come out the way I meant it. I appreciate that you care, but why?”

  Gabriel sighed and looked at his friends.

  Carter nodded and then tilted his head back at her. “Tell her.”

  Gabriel leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “This morning, when Joseph approached us about helping out with a chase and capture fantasy, we were willing to get involved. After all, it’s not only our fantasies we get off on, and it seemed like the kind of thing we’d enjoy. And…it was. You were totally into it, not like some of the…”

  “What?” she asked, curious about his disgusted frown.

  “Let’s just say some women’s ideas of fantasy fulfillment are having the men in their lives at their beck and call without any reciprocation. They don’t even attempt to get into the moment or to play the part.”

  “Your fantasies didn’t pan out?”

  Each man gave his own nonverbal response, some a shake of the head, others a noncommittal shrug of disappointment. Only Carter nodded, but then his brow knit. Had he discovered fantasy wasn’t always what it was like in his head? She hated the thought of leaving a hedonistic weekend like this disappointed, even though she barely knew these men.

  “And how do I fit into your weekend?”

  Gabriel grinned. “You were the best part, even though our roles were nonsexual—”

  Greg held up a hand to interrupt. “Although we’re flexible, and we can take this to a totally sexual level if you say the word.”

  “Greg,” Gabriel said with amused impatience in his voice.

  “Just sayin’,” Greg replied with a grin directed at her.

  Carter and Roland rolled their eyes, but their gazes told her they felt much the same way.

  Gabriel sighed before continuing. “Now that you’ve heard from the horn dog in the crew, maybe I can finish what I was saying. We know this is the first time you’ve ever done anything like this—”

  Josh said, “So you admit you were eavesdropping on our conversation with Joseph?”

  Gabriel was quick to reply. “We were already on our way to ask about tonight, of him and of the two of you as well. Relax, Josh. If you’d let me finish, you’d know we only want to be here so she’s comfortable—

  “Because obviously she’s comfortable with us around,” Greg interjected with devilry in his blue eyes.

  Violet snorted, unable to hide her amusement and enjoyment of his irrepressible personality.

  Gabriel shook his h
ead in disgust. “Keep talking, smartass, and they’ll make us leave. Anyway, as I was saying, Violet, we know this is the first time you’ve ever been around a group like the one we’re a part of. We also overheard and, frankly, figured out this morning that you’d never tried double penetration before.”

  “I guess I acted like a total neophyte,” she murmured, her cheeks catching fire and spreading to her throat, imagining how awkward she must’ve seemed.

  Gabriel shook his head. “Not at all. It was…You were…”

  “Hot?” Greg quipped, dodging Carter’s attempt to pop him on the back of the head. “Incendiary? Sexy? It’s a good thing we found those little woodland nymphs Joseph had promised us earlier after your scene. Otherwise, I’d still be in the shower spanking the monkey. What?” he said without a trace of defensiveness when Roland gave him a look of disgust.

  Gabriel pretended Greg hadn’t interrupted again and said, “A lot has happened for you—”

  “To you—” Greg quipped, nodding as he tugged at his jeans to get more comfortable.

  “Shut up!” everyone said at once to Greg, who threw up his arms around his head, laughing, and Violet couldn’t help but join him, feeling grateful he’d provided a little bit of comic relief to a tense moment. He winked at her as if he knew what she was thinking.

  “You were willing to share your first ménage with us, Violet, and we just wanted to spend more time with you this evening. No strings attached.”

  Reality tried to crowd in at the particular phrase. No strings attached. And none between her and Josh and Lucas either. That was what they’d agreed to. She’d go back to work on Monday, and so would they. And these guys? It was likely she’d never see them again.

  Reality could wait until Monday morning, she thought, shoving those thoughts back and focusing on Josh and Lucas, and the men sitting across from her. “What do you get out of this?”

  Greg chuckled, although there wasn’t any amusement in his eyes. “A reminder that sometimes making someone else’s fantasy come true is its own reward, even when what we had planned for ourselves goes sour.”

  “That sounds sad,” she said, wishing to comfort them. “You can stay, if you don’t mind that you’re not getting any action—at least not from me.” She turned to Lucas. “Is that okay?”

  “Of course.”

  “Josh?”

  “Sure. As long as they understand your boundaries, and ours.”

  Josh and Lucas spent the beginning of the evening taking turns feeding her with their fingers while chatting with the four men. Violet tried to wrap her mind around why they would rather spend time with her, off limits as she was, rather than partaking of the attention of the single women in attendance.

  Lucas whispered in her ear, “I think they have crushes on you, baby. It’s got to be a hard comedown to find out your fantasy doesn’t measure up to the real thing, and they got to see the real thing this morning.”

  Heat filled her cheeks, and she glanced at the four of them to find they were all smiling at her.

  The haunting strains of soft music drew their attention, and the lights dimmed as three women drifted into the room clad in veils, followed by three men. The women’s bare bodies were visible beneath the veils, and when they moved closer, it became clear the men were clad only in nude-colored loincloths.

  She blinked and looked back at her men, and Josh caught her staring at him.

  He grinned. “Enjoy the show, baby girl. Looks like you’re off the hook for the moment.”

  She leaned closer to him and whispered, “About Gabriel and his friends…”

  “Yes?”

  “I don’t know what to do with them.”

  He smiled at her, seeming unsurprised. “Lucas is right. It sounds to me like their weekend didn’t work out the way they wanted it to, and they realized what was missing when they watched us. I’m not enjoying the way they eat you up with their eyes but I believe them when they say they don’t expect anything sexual from you.”

  “So…what you’re saying is…what? I should play with them?”

  She had both their attention with the question, and Lucas glanced at Josh before he said, “This is your fantasy weekend. They helped bring our fantasy to life, and I, for one, don’t mind if you reciprocate—a little.”

  She grinned and pecked his cheek. “Aw, was your fantasy coming true this morning, too?”

  Josh’s chest rumbled, and he looked directly at her. “In a big way, baby girl. Never doubt it. We loved taking care of you, and I think they must feel the same sort of fulfillment. You don’t have to worry about us becoming jealous if you want to be sweet to them. Just realize they’re probably half in love with you.”

  She drew back from him, frowning, looked between him and Lucas, who nodded in confirmation, and said, “I’m not sure I know what to do.” Her heart pounded, both with anxiety and arousal. The truth was that she wanted to play a little, but the last thing she wanted was to hurt one of those men.

  Josh sighed and stroked her cheek. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but see yourself as they see you, and as we see you. You’re a sweet little forest creature. Are you in need of affection?”

  She thought about that for a second. Did she? At the beginning of the week, she’d felt starved for affection, but now? She was wallowing in a surfeit of it. She shook her head, her cheeks warming as she smiled at them, feeling the flirtatious bunny returning to the forefront.

  Josh grinned and then gave her a kiss. “I didn’t think so. You’d like to give affection, wouldn’t you?”

  She glanced back at the others and caught the longing shining in Greg’s eyes as he gazed at her, ignoring the dancers. Turning back to Josh, she nodded. Lucas was chewing on his lip, and she placed her hand on his knee. “This is not a deal breaker. If you’d be more comfortable if it’s only the three of us the rest of the time in here, I understand completely. The last thing I want is to ruin our weekend.”

  Josh shook his head and then gestured to the men. They leaned forward with so much eagerness she wondered if they’d heard the conversation. “You’re in luck. Our shy but affectionate forest bunny is feeling generous and wants to show her appreciation.”

  Their smiles were hesitant, but they were there. As a group, they nodded and Gabriel said, “We’ll behave like gentlemen.”

  For once, Greg kept his trap shut.

  Josh paused, as if contemplating his next step, and an evil little glint entered his eyes before he addressed them. “You may touch her, but no kissing her mouth, and her little pussy and ass belong to us alone. Touch an off-limits area, and the fantasy ends. Are we understood?”

  Gabriel nodded, and the others followed suit, ignoring the dancers as they wove around the room, their sinuous movements to the instrumental music weaving a spell of sensuality among the participants.

  Violet caught a glimpse of Joseph as Lucas helped her to rise from his lap and Gabriel held out a hand to her, inviting her into his lap. Her pussy throbbed with arousal, but not for Gabriel and the others. She anticipated what it would be like when she returned to Josh and Lucas’s arms. The sheets were liable to catch fire. This was so unlike her, so hedonistic, and although part of her feared the outcome, Gabriel’s eyes communicated his understanding. His hand was gentle as she placed hers in it, and he smiled up at her.

  “May I hold you, little bunny?” he asked, the fingers of his other hand twitching where they rested on his knee.

  She glanced back at her men, who were having a quiet conversation with Joseph while keeping their eyes on her, and then nodded at Gabriel, smiling. He sat back, allowing her to control the moment. Cognizant of her tail and the butt plug, she climbed gingerly onto his lap, appreciating his help as she positioned herself across his lap. He let out a happy sound as she relaxed. Squirming to get comfortable, she froze when she felt the thick, stiff ridge at his groin.

  “Oh. Sorry,” she whispered, feeling bad for him. There was no way she was helping him out, but she
didn’t like feeling as though she was teasing him, either.

  “You don’t worry about that, little bunny. Just get comfy.”

  Biting her lip, she glanced up and caught the other men watching her avidly, and she smiled at them as she snuggled against Gabriel’s chest. He smelled nice. Nothing like her men, but not unpleasant. Because of his part in making her morning so hot and enjoyable, she felt inclined to please him, so she cuddled to him and then gave him a squeeze and a soft purring sound.

  “You feel incredible, Violet.”

  “I do?”

  “Your body is so soft and warm.”

  “I’m not too heavy?” She worried she might be smashing his cock under her weight.

  “God no,” he growled. “You’re a perfect, solid armful, sweetheart. We’re making the others jealous. Look at them.”

  She did as he asked and was surprised by the range of emotions she saw in Carter’s, Roland’s, and Greg’s eyes. Lust, of course, but also tenderness and even envy. She determined right then to lavish them all with attention and then to let them go on to whatever diversions they could find and spend the rest of the evening showering her men with every bit of the love burning in her heart.

  Love? Whoa. She smiled to herself. Yeah.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lucas watched Violet as she moved a little hesitantly to Gabriel. She kept glancing back and checking on him and Josh, and he knew that was because she cared about their feelings. He imagined her mind was churning with all kinds of thoughts and emotions. He appreciated her concern for their feelings, but he agreed with Josh. This was her fantasy, and the last thing he wanted was for her to walk away from the weekend feeling unfulfilled. Like Josh, he was doing everything he could to protect their chances with her once they were back in Divine.

  Joseph squatted down beside the divan where Lucas sat, dressed immaculately as usual in a dark suit. “I see Violet decided to shed a little of her shyness.” At their nods, he continued. “They’re all good men. Otherwise I never would’ve asked for their assistance this morning.”