Divine Charity [Divine Creek Ranch 18] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “Bastard!” she cried, struggling hard, squirming around on his cock with her slippery cunt until his balls ached with the fierce need to spurt.

  He laid his palm against her ass with one slap that resounded through the forest. His brothers chuckled as his action only seemed to arouse her further and made her struggles even stronger, inspiring him to lay his palm upon the other lush cheek.

  She looked up at him with flashing eyes and surprised him when she grabbed handfuls of his hair and smashed her lips to his. The pain of her hold on his hair only served to further enslave him to her wiles. She was their perfect match.

  Ransome met his eyes as he finished preparing her rear opening and crowded in behind her, looking down as he fit his cock to her asshole and gripped her hip with the other.

  She stiffened in his hold as she released his lips and she looked up at him, vulnerability tempering the heat that had so recently flashed in them before her eyelids fluttered closed. Her cunt grew tight…crowded, as she took his brother’s cockhead inside her. Reaching up and back, she sank her fingers into Ransome’s messy braid again, but didn’t pull at him. She licked her lower lip and whimpered but didn’t fight as her ass was invaded. Tightening his grip on her, he held her up against him as she went weak, willingly taking what was given to her, judging by her moans.

  “Yes,” she whispered, as his brother grasped her other hip and thrust more deeply.

  Their eyes met over her shoulder and he could tell by the way his brother’s eyes rolled back that he was nearly ready to burst from the pleasure. “Woman, you are surely built to pleasure a man,” he muttered in approval as he rocked back and forth within her sweet cunt.

  His other brother ran his fingers through her wild, golden curls, drawing her attention to him, standing right beside the three of them, wanting his pleasure as well. She looked up at him, seeming to make a connection as she stared into his eyes and reached out to clasp her hand with his.

  Standing tall and proud, Val gazed down at her and stroked his thumb along her jaw, commanding her to open as he brought his cock close to her lips. She licked her lips and opened her mouth to take his brother’s cock but halted when Justin put a finger to her chin.

  “Woman, bite my brother and you will suffer.”

  She turned her gaze to him, the fire tempered by another emotion, and then looked up at his brother. “Never. Come to me.”

  Eagerly, she took his brother’s swelling cock into her mouth, moaning as she licked him and wet him with her tongue. His brother growled and softly cursed as she took as much of his length as she could, her cheeks hollowing with every backstroke as she sucked him. Judging by the sounds he made, she was as talented as she was generous.

  The four of them united, they moved as one, taking what they needed, feeding a voracious hunger that spun the knot of tension the joining of all their bodies created ever tighter.

  “Gods!” his brother cried out from behind her. “I won’t last much longer!”

  “Yes!” His other brother growled and his movements became tighter as he thrust into her mouth.

  Her only vocal response was a whimper but her body spoke loudly, her sinuous movements growing more pronounced, more violent as she rocked back and forth between them.

  Fisting her hair in his hands, his brother finally howled as he gave in to her sucking and came within her mouth. Watching her swallow his brother’s seed even as she fucked him, paying attention to all, and yet fucking each with all her strength and will, was his final undoing.

  As he thrust deep over and over, his release gathered inside his balls. Like an inferno, it finally rushed from him, his seed erupting from his granite-hard shaft in fiery waves that drew a loud groan from his throat.

  She released his brother’s cock from her mouth and let her head fall back. With an exultant cry, she came one final time.

  Wrapping his arms around her from behind, his brother’s hold was at once strong, claiming her, and tender as he cupped one of her pale breasts in his hand. He thrust home one last time and pressed his forehead against her shoulder as a mortal-sounding groan filled the air around them.

  She would’ve collapsed between them if they hadn’t been holding her up. The nighttime breeze cooled the moisture on his skin and he stroked her arms as she shivered. “You own me, woman.”

  His brothers murmured loving words to her as they caressed her and brushed her hair from her face.

  Catching his breath, he lifted her chin and waited until she opened those loving blue eyes, smiling as he saw the misting of tears in them. He’d done right by her. All three of them had. It was there in her gaze. It was there in the pleasant ache in his chest. “Woman, I love you more than words can say.”

  The smile—that knowing, self-assured smile he had grown to adore crossed her lips and she murmured, “I will gladly be your slave forever, do anything you want me to do. Please don’t leave me.”

  “Never,” the three of them affirmed.

  “Speaking for all three of us, woman, we claim you for our very own, forevermore.”

  Her smile widened and she rested her head against his chest and let them take over.

  Moments later, wrapped in the soft hide to keep her warm, Justin lifted her into his arms. Val and Ransome gathered their clothing, which was scattered across the small clearing. He carried her silently, letting the vestiges of his role-playing mindset whisper away on the cool breeze, leaving in its place a strong cohesive bond between the four of them.

  It was one thing to love and adore her. It was another entirely for their spirits to mesh in one of the most important aspects of their lives as lovers. This bond, this love of playing and pretending. The last pieces of the puzzle clicked firmly into place.

  Almost twenty-three years ago he’d justified claiming her on his own with the belief that he couldn’t share, allowing himself to be blinded by pride because the painful truth was that he wouldn’t share. Because of her patience and his brothers’—because they really were brothers—forgiveness, he could move forward with the three of them together. United and equal in their love for her.

  Epilogue

  Early July…

  Standing on the deck of the lakeside cabin, surrounded by the friends and family she loved, Charity listened with tears in her eyes as Justin spoke the vows he’d composed for the binding ceremony. Ethan stood before them conducting the ceremony, the first of its kind in Divine which affirmed their wedding vows while at the same time binding Val and Ransome to them.

  Her heart thumped with love that seemed to fill her chest and spread outward as he kneeled before her and spoke with his heart in his eyes.

  “With all my heart, I accept and welcome Valentine Teller and Ransome Cross as equal members into our union. Charity, I share your heart with them, sure in the knowledge that your love has multiplied, more than fulfilling us, rather than dividing between us.”

  The water rippled in soft waves against the piers of the deck as Val kneeled before her, speaking simple vows to love, honor, protect, trust, and be faithful to her. Tears threatened as Val slid the slim, diamond-studded ring next to her wedding band and then wrapped his arms around her hips.

  Sliding her fingertips around his nape, beneath the fall of his black silky hair, she leaned down as he gazed up at her with love in his eyes, and she kissed him long and tender.

  Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, she didn’t know how she’d continue without breaking down and blubbering, but she managed somehow as Ransome took his cousin’s place down on one knee before her.

  “I’ve loved you most of my life, Charity, and I gladly bind my heart to yours, promising to love you, cherish you, be there for you in good times and in bad, for the rest of my days and beyond.” He paused for a moment before speaking what his eyes were also saying. “I love you with all my heart.”

  He took the other wedding band from Justin and slid it up against the one Val had put on her finger and then wrapped his arms around her and stayed there, the
two of them just breathing for several seconds before he rose to his feet.

  Finally, Val and Ransome stood before her and she took the first ring that Grace held out to her. With words of love and commitment that came from her heart, she slipped Val’s wedding band on his left ring finger and then gently lifted his hand to her cheek and nuzzled it, glorying in the fact that he now wore the tangible proof that he was joined to her. She took the second ring and slipped it on Ransome’s finger with words meant just for him, and then caressed his hand against her cheek as well. She could hear the sniffles of many of the guests all around her and chuckled as Grace passed a handkerchief to her with tears in her own eyes.

  Rose Marie chose that moment to chime in, providing comic relief with her chirping voice. “Why’s everyone cryin’?”

  The four of them took a moment to join in an embrace, each of the men kissing her before Ethan formally declared they were bound, husbands and wife, and then presented them to the assemblage.

  Amidst cheers and applause, Beau and Justine broke from the congregation and were happily welcomed into their midst.

  “Congratulations, Mom! Dads!” Justine said with tears in her eyes as she hugged them all individually while Beau exchanged hugs as well. “I’m so happy for you! I hope someday I’m as lucky as you are, Mom.”

  Charity chuckled and kissed Justine’s cheek, and whispered to her, “I hope you are too, sweetie, but more than anything, I wish you all the happiness your heart desires.” She raised her eyes and noticed Noah standing right behind her, his eyes shuttered as though cloaking his reaction to Justine’s happy declaration. A memory of the same expression on a slightly younger Justin’s face flashed in her mind.

  Only the two of them could chart their course, their future, either together or separately. As much as she wanted to tell him that life had a way of working things out, she didn’t, knowing that sometimes experience was the best teacher.

  She laid a gentle hand on Noah’s forearm and she kissed his cheek and hugged him as he congratulated her. “Noah, thank you for taking a break from your summer trip to come back for the binding with Beau.”

  He ducked his head and nodded as he glanced at Justine. “I wouldn’t have missed it, ma’am—I mean Charity. Sorry.”

  She leaned closer and said, “It’s all right, hon. I think Justine was happy you came back, too.”

  He nodded and she delighted in the way the blush in his tanned cheeks deepened. “I’ve missed her.”

  “So your next stop after this summer is the University of Alaska, huh?” Justin said as he joined them and shook Noah’s hand. “You ever settle on a major?”

  Noah nodded firmly. “Native studies. I’ll be studying and working abroad every summer.”

  “Oh, but I hope you’ll still come home to visit every now and then,” Charity said, noting the way Justine averted her eyes.

  “I will. My family made me promise and even though career opportunities may mean a lot of travel, Divine will always be where my heart is,” he said as he clasped his fingers with Justine’s.

  “Good,” Charity said, as her men tried to get her attention. Beau and Justine headed off with Noah, joining the rest of the guests as they crowded around her. It was obvious the young men had spent most of their time outside, judging by their deeper tans and their hair, which was sun-streaked and had grown out some on both.

  Justin kissed her and said, “The girls have everything ready inside.”

  They led her into the expansive living room and a blush came to her cheeks as she remembered racing through the room a month and a half before, being chased by three lusty Vikings. The thought made heat race through her torso and settle in her pelvis. The men had already replaced the ruined petticoat and bra and had even managed to replace the corset strings so she could play with them in the outfit another time.

  All of the furniture had been moved out of the way and the rugs had been removed from the hardwood floor.

  Grace, who was very heavily pregnant, moved into the center of the living room and beckoned Charity to her as the other girls surrounded her.

  After thanking everyone who had been hands on with putting the binding ceremony and reception together, Grace said, “Several years ago, you helped to put together my wedding and reception, an altogether different kind of affair since we were in mixed company with many guests who wouldn’t understand why we would join in a ménage.” She paused as she put her hand on the side of her belly and took in a deep breath. “Sorry. Slugger here wants in on the action, I guess.”

  “It’s the sweet sound of your voice, darlin’,” Jack said as he joined her and slipped an arm around her waist.

  Grace blushed and caressed his cheek before she continued. “Anyway, we pretended for our guests that it was Jack and I, until the last ‘mainstream’ guest, for lack of a better term, had left. This affair is totally different. Because of the baby, I couldn’t do the legwork on this event. I have all of you to thank for putting everything together. But, sis, I do have something special planned for you.”

  She gave a thumbs-up to Ethan, who was in the corner with Dave the DJ, and then said, “I did some research with your men and your first three dances are for Ransome, Val, and Justin, in that order. Everyone feel free to join them, no need to stay on the sidelines watching.”

  The guests clapped as Charity stepped forward into the circle of Ransome’s arms as “My Kind of Crazy” by Brantley Gilbert began to play for them.

  “The first song we ever slow-danced to?” she asked as he leaned down and kissed her.

  Ransome shrugged. “Yeah. I remember watching you at the Dancing Pony that night and thinking it was time for me to suck it up and go for it. Grace asked us what song was important to us and this seemed like the best one, although I was tempted to request the first song I ever saw you dance to.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, way back when we were in high school. Remember?”

  With big eyes she said, “Oh! I remember. Wow. Really?”

  “God, yes.” Ransome growled as he kissed her neck. “You and I had been arguing about who was better, Nirvana or Alice in Chains. Someone put on ‘Come As You Are’ and you started to dance. I decided right then that my favorite group was Nirvana.”

  Charity giggled and said, “Liked that, did you?”

  “I did, angel. You were dancing in front of the stereo, turning it up louder, refusing to argue with me anymore, and I had a hard-on that didn’t go away for hours.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Good thing there was a throw pillow on the couch. I was afraid you’d notice, or that the other guys would point it out.”

  “Wait,” Charity said, pausing in the dance for just a second. “I remember that evening. Um, whoa…” She blushed at the memory.

  “What?”

  “Good thing there were enough throw pillows to go around,” she finally said. “Wow. Total blonde moment. I thought it was odd that y’all all stopped arguing with me about it.”

  He kissed her nose. “You really had no idea?”

  “No, I really didn’t. Damn, I was a tease, wasn’t I?”

  The fact that she hadn’t understood what was happening at the time made her blush.

  “Not intentionally, but I’ll let you make it up to me later tonight,” he murmured as he moved in a turn with her.

  The last chorus of the song faded and Ransome kissed her before releasing her into Val’s arms as “Who I Am With You” by Chris Young began to play.

  Charity giggled and said, “Okay, confess. You and Ransome were afraid to shock Grace with your song choices, weren’t you?”

  He laughed with her and said, “Despite the fact that your sister is in a ménage and has been for some time, I still see her as being your innocent kid sister somehow. I really do like this song, though. It was my sentimental choice.”

  “What was the song you really consider our song?”

  He looked down and she watc
hed as a slow, sexy grin crossed his lips. “Gotta be ‘Come As You Are’ by Nirvana. What?” he asked as she wrapped her arms around him and started giggling.

  “We really were meant to be together, weren’t we?”

  “You know it, baby,” he replied, his eyes taking on that sexy, sleepy quality she loved so much.

  “You all look so handsome tonight.”

  He grinned as she stroked the lapels on his black suit jacket. The three of them were wearing black suits that fit their muscular bodies wonderfully. “Your sister pointed us in the right direction when we asked her about your dress. I’m glad you decided to really go for it.”

  “You are?” she asked, smiling as she recalled the way their eyes had all bulged when she’d made her entry on the back deck, clad in an ecru lace strapless wedding gown. The mermaid cut had been Justine’s suggestion. She would’ve gone for just a basic cocktail-length dress but all of the girls had nay-sayed her, pushing her to actually try on wedding dresses even though she didn’t want to go overboard. They’d had good instincts.

  “Of course. You look beautiful. And I can’t wait to take it off of you later,” he murmured while nuzzling her cheek. His arms felt wonderful around her and they swayed close together until the song came to an end. He lifted his head and looked off to the side. “I think someone is waiting impatiently for his turn.”

  “Oh,” she whispered as the next song began and a wave of gooseflesh swept over her. Val kissed her forehead and gently turned her toward Justin, who waited with open arms and a tender gaze. She sniffled and tears filled her eyes as Michael Bolton’s “Said I Loved You…But I Lied” began to play.

  “Baby…” he whispered as he peered down at her and swiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Should I have picked something less…”

  She shook her head firmly as she looked up at him and kissed him. “No. Never.”