Dead Moon Rising [The American Heroes Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Macy Largo

  “Wow! That’s…weird and amazing, all at the same time. Someone have too much time on their hands?”

  “It’s a major attraction around here.” Even street lamps lining the quiet thoroughfare bore corn motifs.

  They went inside, and he paid the small admission fee. They spent over an hour there. By the time they finished, even though he was limping and heavily relying on his cane and holding on to her arm for support, she suspected he’d had an even better time than she did.

  “Thanks for humoring me,” he said.

  “What?”

  “For bringing you here.” They sat on a bench in the shade of another building and watched tourists taking pictures of the Corn Palace.

  “I figured you wanted to take my mind off this morning.”

  He laced his fingers through hers. “I did.” He turned to look at her, squeezing her hand. “But I wanted some time to ourselves.”

  “You have me all to yourself all day usually.”

  “I want you all to myself when we’re not working.” His eyes traveled her face, focusing on her gaze. “I meant just chilling out. You deserve a day off.”

  She took the risk to tease back. “You just want to seduce me.”

  “I would have thought our kisses this morning were more than enough proof of that.”

  Okay, he had her there. They damn sure were.

  He leaned in and brushed a kiss across her lips.

  “You sure you want to risk that,” she quietly asked.

  He frowned. “What?”

  “What if people talk? Seeing you with me instead of Del?”

  “People couldn’t care less. They’d talk a hell of a lot more if they saw me kiss Del in public, and that would be people who’ve known us for years.” He touched her chin. “We’re willing to risk it if you’re willing to take a chance on us.”

  “What happens in a few weeks?”

  He shrugged. “You got a hot date waiting for you in Miami? Some Cuban stud keeping a bed warm for you?”

  She laughed. “No.”

  His gaze never wavered. “You’ve already felt a much deeper fear than wondering if tongues will wag. I’ll be honest, right now my greatest fear is that you’ll walk out of our lives and we won’t have a chance to see how good it could be between the three of us.”

  For once, the fear that had simmered below the surface the past few days totally dissolved and disappeared, replaced by lust. “Then why don’t you take me home?”

  He smiled. “That’s my girl.”

  Her ex had been her third sexual partner, and none of the three men she’d slept with ever filled her with the desperate, thick, liquid-hot need John’s words conjured within her.

  * * * *

  John fought the urge to floor it and race home. No sooner had they walked through the front door and John slammed it closed behind them when he grabbed Sarah and pulled her to him, kissing her breathless. He dropped his cane to the floor so he could wrap both arms around her.

  “I’m going to fill your head with happy thoughts,” he rumbled against the base of her throat as he slowly backed her down the hall toward his bedroom. “I’m going to love every last ounce of fear right out of that pretty, sweet head of yours. And then when Del gets home this evening, he’s going to take over where I left off and you’ll be begging us for mercy.”

  She nearly melted in his arms with a soft, passionate gasp.

  He left the bedroom door standing open behind them and pulled her down to the bed, where he rolled on top of her. His cock, thick and throbbing, strained against the denim of his jeans. He kissed her, his tongue demanding and receiving access to her mouth. She tasted like coffee and honey and smelled damned good. Burrowing one hand in her silky black hair, he fought for control as she gave back as good as he gave her. Her fingers tightened on his arms, digging through the fabric of his shirt. He finally sat up, yanked it off, and stretched out over her again.

  “I want to feel your hands on me,” he said.

  Passion raised a flush in her cheeks as she grabbed his head and pulled him back down to her for another kiss. His hips rocked against hers, only fabric between his engorged shaft and the inviting juncture of her thighs. She hooked one leg around his and made a soft, mewling sound as she set the rhythm.

  He rose up to look into her eyes. “You want me, baby? You want me, you have to want both of us,” he hoarsely said. Okay, maybe a mean trick to get her hot and horny and spring this on her, but honestly, lust had taken over and made him forget they needed to talk about this first.

  She nodded. “Yeah. I want both of you.”

  “I don’t mean turns, either. We want you in our bed with us.”

  More pink colored her cheeks, and she nodded. “Yeah. Are you sure he’s okay with this? I’m still trying to wrap my head around that.”

  He grinned and kissed her again. “Yeah, babe, he’s okay with this. Believe me.” Hell, he could spend all day kissing her, sucking on her eager tongue, until her lips grew pink and plump from where he nipped at them. He sat up again and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head as she raised her arms to help him. Then he unfastened the front clasp on her bra and his cock throbbed again.

  He leaned forward, taking one pink, taut nipple between his lips and sucking, drawing a long and low moan from her. The motion of her hips against him increased as her urgency built.

  “You like that, baby?” he asked.

  “Yeah!”

  He switched to her other nipple, sucking the sweet cherry into his mouth and driving her close to insane with need from the sounds of her breathless cries. “Just think, two men to fill your nights.”

  “Please don’t stop!”

  “Oh, I’m not going to—”

  His phone, clipped to his belt, rang.

  He grabbed it, preparing to launch it out of the bedroom and down the hall when he looked at the caller ID and saw it was Del.

  He sat up and grinned. “Hello, handsome.”

  “Did she like the truck?”

  He shoved away that thought. “We’ll talk about that later,” he said. “Right now, guess what I’m doing.”

  She squeaked in shock and started to reach for her shirt, but he pinned her wrist to the bed with his free hand. He could tell from her reaction that they’d have to convince her they were both okay with this arrangement.

  “What?”

  “Take a wild guess.”

  “I don’t know. Something geeky and boring?”

  “No.” He leaned in and loudly slurped on her left nipple, taking all the fight out of her and making her moan. “I’m making hot love to a gorgeous woman.”

  He heard Del’s sharp intake of breath. “Holy fuck! Starting without me again?”

  He sucked her right nipple, loudly, making her moan again. “Don’t worry. By the time you get home, she’ll be ready for you again. I’ll make sure of it.” He licked her flesh in the gentle valley between her breasts. “She’ll be wet and hot and ready for you to slide that gorgeous cock into.”

  Her hands threaded through his hair, holding him to her and trying to nudge him back to her breast. He resisted her urging.

  “Jesus! Do you have any idea how fucking hard I am right now?”

  “I hope you’re hard. Because I’m going to have our girl ready for the fucking of her life when you get home. How else is she supposed to take that huge tool of yours?” He glanced up to her face. Eyes closed, lower lip caught under her teeth, skin flushed. Okay, so Del wasn’t that much larger than him, but the filthy talk had amped both her passion and Del’s. Del would walk in the door stripping, and he hoped he’d have her ready to tackle him.

  He couldn’t wait to see the two of them together.

  Del’s voice had dropped to a hoarse whisper. “I’m liable to whip it out right here and stroke off.”

  “Don’t you fucking dare. You better come home hot and horny and ready to fuck.”

  Sarah moaned.

  “You lousy shi
t,” Del groaned over the phone. “You’re a goddamned sadist. I’m getting a massive case of blue balls.”

  “You’re gonna be my good boy though, aren’t you?” John teased. “You’ll get home and forgive me when you see how hot she is.”

  “Yeah, I’ll be—” John heard the squawk of Del’s radio in the background. His voice immediately changed, serious. “Hold on.”

  John couldn’t make out the chatter, but when Del returned to the line, his voice was back to all business. “Dammit, I have to roll on a MVA with injuries. Love you, and have fun.”

  A multi-vehicle accident would keep Del busy until the end of his shift, most likely, depending on how serious the injuries and if anyone died. “Stay safe, buddy. Love you.”

  He ended the call, silenced the phone, then dropped it to the floor next to the bed. “Where were we?”

  She put a hand to his chest when he tried to lean in again. “What happened?”

  He frowned. “What?”

  “Your whole body language changed. What happened?”

  He smiled. “He had to roll. Got a call on an accident.”

  “Is he okay?”

  “Yeah.” He kissed her again. “That’s one of the risks of life with a cop. Telephonio sexus interruptus.”

  She giggled, then laughed as she draped her hands over his shoulders. “I can’t believe this. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and find this was a really damn good dream.”

  He nuzzled the hollow at the base of her throat. “No dream, baby.” He gently nipped her. “I think we both fell hard for you the moment we met you.”

  “Is this going to cause a problem for Del? With work?”

  “No. Why?”

  “I’m like a witness or something, right? To the murder?”

  “You are a witness.”

  “Isn’t that witness tampering?”

  He laughed and sat up. Obviously he wasn’t getting laid until he reassured her. “That’s something totally different. Besides, Del’s not the lead investigator on the case, even though he was the responding officer.” He leaned in, but she put up a hand again to stay him.

  “Seriously, though, if they catch this guy—”

  “When.”

  “When they catch this guy, his attorney won’t use this against the investigation?”

  John sat up. “No. You weren’t involved with us when you gave your initial statement. Besides, there’s no law against you living here. It’s none of their business if we’re sleeping together or not. I’m not telling them. Are you?”

  She smiled. “No.”

  “Okay then.” He kissed her, nibbling on her lower lip. “Then let’s put the thinking aside and get back to the hot sex.”

  * * * *

  She was happy to take that suggestion as his lips worked their way down her body. She was never wild and crazy, but who wouldn’t want the chance to indulge in a fantasy with two hot guys? “Dammit! I don’t have any protection!” She almost wanted to cry at the thought of stopping.

  He nuzzled her tummy, his tongue flicking her navel. “Handled, babe. I bought some.” He glanced up at her, his sweet, caramel-colored eyes almost black with passion. “You looking for excuses to back out?”

  Relieved, she grinned and shook her head. “Nope. I just didn’t want to get to the big moment and be less than satisfied.”

  He laughed, his breath warm and moist against her flesh as he worked to unfasten her pants. “No chance of that. We know how to satisfy a woman. In multiple ways. And multiple times.” His tongue trailed down her skin as he slowly tugged her slacks and panties off. “We will give you every damn reason in the world to want to stay right here.”

  She loved how soft his hair felt as she ran her fingers through it. Arching her hips, John stripped her pants and underwear off her. He gently pushed her thighs apart.

  “All right, baby. Prepare to be persuaded.” He lowered his lips to her mound, where his tongue sought out her swollen clit.

  Sarah gasped at the sensation, like blue bolts of electricity slicing through her soul. He took his time, teasing and torturing her, bringing her to the brink time and again without release until she begged him.

  “Please! I need you!”

  His tongue snaked inside her pussy, and her pleas dissolved into wordless, passionate moans as her entire cunt throbbed, her womb clenching from the power of the desire coursing through her body.

  Just when she thought she would lose her mind, he sat up and smirked. “Not yet, baby. We’ve got all afternoon until he gets home. I want you on a high simmer.”

  She shook her head. “No! Please, make me come! Don’t leave me like this!”

  He climbed out of bed and removed his jeans. Her mouth watered at the sight of his thick, rigid cock, dark and engorged, rising from a nest of curly hair. “Oh, sweetie, I’m going to make you come. I just want to make sure you completely understand how much we want you.” He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom pouch before returning to kneel between her legs.

  He slipped a hand between her thighs, two fingers effortlessly sliding inside her hot, wet channel. “Look at that,” he softly said, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Look what I did to you.”

  She tried to reach for his cock, but he caught her hand, kissed her fingers, then put it back on the bed. “No. This is me taking care of you.”

  Squirming beneath him, she tried to entice him to return his lips to her clit, but he wouldn’t be rushed. Even when she ground against his hand he wouldn’t let her get enough traction against him to get herself off.

  “Want to hear one of my fantasies?” he said.

  She nodded, still humping his fingers, which he kept annoyingly still.

  He leaned in and circled one nipple with his tongue before tugging on it with his lips. “I want to watch him driving that sweet cock of his deep inside you while your head is between my legs and sucking my cock.”

  She threw her head back and moaned at that image, cramping waves of desire nearly incapacitating her.

  “To see you on your hands and knees, so I can sit up and bury my fingers in your soft hair, those beautiful lips of yours wrapped around my dick, filling you up from both ends.”

  He switched to her other nipple, each pull of his lips only intensifying the need within her. When she tried to squirm against his hand again, he pressed his body into hers, pinning her to the bed and forcing her to remain still.

  “Or maybe I’ll have you climb on top of me, sixty-nine, so I can lick every last bit of sweet juices from your pussy while he fucks you.”

  “Please fuck me!” Desperation had stolen what little control she thought she had.

  “Oh, baby, what’s the matter?”

  “Please! Please make me come!”

  He laughed, a low, sexy sound. “Does my sweet baby need me to give her some relief?”

  “Please!”

  He sat up and gently caught her chin, tipping her face toward him. “Look at me, Sarah.”

  She forced her eyes open through sheer force of will.

  “You’re ours, do you understand? No more talk of moving out and leaving. We want you to live with us, be with us. We’ll never stop you from leaving if you’re not happy, but we want you to stay. All we ask is that you trust us.”

  Could it be that easy? She nodded. “Yes!”

  A handsome smile curled his lips. He leaned in and kissed her and she tasted faint traces of her own sex on him. “That’s my good girl.” He grabbed the condom pouch and ripped it open with his teeth. She nearly cried with relief at that.

  He rolled it onto his cock and grabbed her thighs as he positioned himself at her entrance. “You ready to be mine?”

  She nodded. His thick shaft slowly pierced her, spreading her, bigger and thicker than any man she’d been with. Nerve endings lit up like an electric grid as he touched places inside her never before stroked.

  “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so tight!” He took his time, not letting her take him deeper before
he was ready, sliding inside her so slow and sensually she thought she might climax just from that.

  When he was buried to the hilt he held still and stroked her thighs. “I could spend all day fucking you, sweetheart.” He finally took a stroke, stoking fires inside her, holding still once he fully sheathed his cock within her again.

  “Please, fuck me!” she begged. She’d never climaxed just from intercourse, but she knew his cock would do it. If he’d just. Fucking. Move!

  He smiled. “What’s wrong, baby? Something the matter?”

  “Please!” So desperate for more of him, she felt close to tears. “Don’t leave me hanging!” Her clit throbbed, begging for the feel of his cock gliding across her flesh.

  “Oh, all right. If you can’t wait.” He started a slow, sensuous grind, not nearly as hard as she wanted, and she rocked her hips with him.

  Then came the first release, like a bottle of soda uncapped. She let out a cry, and he laughed again. “There’s a little one. I feel your pussy grabbing me.” Then he picked up the pace, the force of his strokes, holding her suspended in passion and driving her higher.

  “Look at me, baby.” She focused on his eyes, those sweet, deep, caramel eyes burning into her. “I want a big one. I want you to give it to me.”

  Every thrust hit a deliciously sensitive spot inside her as his pelvis rubbed her clit, a two-for-one that had her hovering, ready to fall into the brink, nearly terrified because she suspected this one would be harder than any other she’d ever felt before.

  “Quit being scared, baby,” he softly coaxed. “I want you to feel it for me the way you’ve never felt it before.”

  She shattered apart, unable to keep her eyes open as she felt her pussy muscles clamp down on him, trying to hold on to him as white-hot passion filled her past the bursting point.

  “That’s my good girl!” He fucked her even harder, drawing it out, sending her to places she never dreamed, better than any orgasm she’d ever had until he finally exploded inside her. “I’m coming!”

  One more hard thrust, and he held still before she pulled him down on top of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, afraid he’d leave her, even as she felt her channel still vibrating with the last echoes of her own release.