Her Colorado Wishes [Spirit, Colorado 3] Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting

by Peyton Elizabeth

  “No, I’m not going with you. Like I said, it was nice catching up with you, but there will never be anything more between us than friendship.”

  Hannah zipped up her jacket and reached for her gloves. Before she could slip one on, Wyatt reached over and took a hold of her hand. The warmth of his skin shocked her, and she immediately whipped her head up to see him staring at her with such intensity, she stopped breathing. Every nerve in her body awakened.

  “We are having dinner, Hannah,” Wyatt informed her very matter-of-factly. “If you want to leave after dinner and hearing what we have to say, then by all means, we will make sure you arrive home safely. But we are going to the ranch.”

  Chapter Five

  Hannah gritted her teeth as she waited for Wyatt and Austin. She was sitting in the living room by the fire, hearing them in the kitchen cleaning up the remnants of their dinner. Upon following them to the ranch, Hannah had been surprised at how many renovations had been done to the old Victorian house. After giving her a brief tour, they headed out to the barn where the local veterinarian had arrived to look at their mare. Within thirty minutes, they had returned, after seeing the vet off, and reheated their dinner. Much to her surprise, they kept the conversation light, not going anywhere near the topic of a relationship or that night at the bonfire.

  Getting to know them was almost torturous. She really thought that given the chance, she would see them differently and not how she viewed them when she was young. Unfortunately, they not only lived up to her fantasies, the reality of what good men they were crushed her spirit. She would never be able to share her life with them like she’d always dreamed, helping them with their endeavors. She had known this before, but it had really hit home tonight.

  She found that they gave at least twenty percent of their ranch earnings back to the town. In the summer, they ran a kid’s camp for free, giving the boys and girls something to do with their time. Wyatt claimed it kept them out of trouble and gave their parents a break. Austin laughed at that, saying that the girls were more rambunctious than the boys. Seeing them light up on the subject of children only confirmed what she already knew. They wanted children of their own to spoil. She wasn’t the woman that could give them what they wanted.

  She looked up to see Austin enter the room with two steaming mugs of coffee, the aroma filling the air. He walked to the couch, where she was sitting, and handed her the warm ceramic. She carefully took it from his hands, making sure their fingers did not touch. If Austin noticed, he didn’t say anything.

  “You said you take your coffee black, but if you want sugar or cream, we have some in the kitchen,” Austin offered, settling down on the couch beside her.

  “Black is fine. It’s how I got through the twelve-hour shifts at the hospital in Boulder,” Hannah explained, starting to feel a little nervous at the mundane conversation.

  Wyatt walked into the room then, although he went to stand next to the fireplace. He didn’t have a cup of coffee like they did, which cranked up her anxiety level even more. He leaned one arm up against the mantel. The light from the fire flickered off of his face, setting a scene she didn’t want to be in. The crackling and popping sounds coming from the fire created an intimate backdrop. The soft noises seemed to be warning her of what was to come.

  “Do you like being a nurse?”

  “Can we please just stop this?” Hannah stood up, leaning down to place her mug on the coffee table. She couldn’t take this anymore. “You’re making this out to be a date, when it is anything but. The truth of the matter is, I don’t want to date you. According to the good citizens of Spirit, you aren’t lacking for any female companionship. Hell, we didn’t even date in high school, so it’s not like we are rekindling some long-lost love. Just because I had some sort of schoolgirl crush on you fourteen years ago, means nothing today. You can’t stand there and say that you want a future with me. You don’t really even know me anymore.”

  Hannah sucked in some much-needed oxygen, but before she could continue, Wyatt quietly spoke. “Are you done?”

  A shiver of anticipation traveled through her. That simple question seemed ominous, as if he, too, had finally reached the end of his patience. “Yes, I am. I think it’s time I went home.”

  Before Hannah could move from where she was, Austin grabbed her hand. He placed his mug beside hers before he stood up. His fingers released hers to travel up her arm, finally coming to rest against her face. It took all of her strength not to lean into his palm and close her eyes. She was hanging on by a thread, and he was about to cut the string.

  “We want you. We wanted you then and we want you now,” Austin murmured, seeming to watch for any reaction she might give. “No games, no running, no lies. Fourteen years means nothing in the scheme of things. When something is right, it’s just right.”

  Hannah really tried to pull away, knowing he was going to lean in and kiss her. She really did try but couldn’t make her body respond to what her mind was telling it to. Her body only responded to what Austin wanted, and that was to claim her. When his lips melded to hers, all thought fled from Hannah’s mind. All she could do was feel. The warmth of his mouth settled over hers, and she instinctively opened to receive his tongue. His moistness had a domino effect, because the minute his tongue reached out to hers, her pussy wept. Her body responded to him like no other, her skin craving his touch. Suddenly, her white cardigan sweater was an unwanted barrier.

  Wyatt pressed his body against her back. For some reason, being between them gave her a security she had never felt before. It was as if the world couldn’t reach her in their embrace. Hannah felt Wyatt brush a kiss against her neck. Her body responded, and she arched her back so that her buttocks touched the front of his groin. The outline of his dick fit perfectly against the seam of her denim.

  “Let us make love to you,” Wyatt whispered, using one hand to pull her hair off of her neck. “Let us show you how we feel.”

  Austin had yet to release Hannah from their kiss. She knew there was a reason this was a bad idea, but for the life of her, she couldn’t get her brain to work. Wyatt’s left hand came up to cup her breast, kneading the mound through her clothes. She wanted them off. She wanted to be naked and feel his hands on her skin.

  Go for it. If you don’t, you’ll always wonder what it would have been like. She tore her mouth from Austin’s, wanting to convey her willingness.

  “Show me. Make love to me.”

  * * * *

  Wyatt hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until Hannah answered. He didn’t think he’d ever wanted anything more in his life than to make love to this woman. Seeing her again, seeing her beauty and her poise, and remembering the feelings she evoked from years ago, brought it all to the forefront. He more than wanted her—he needed her.

  Slowly, afraid she would change her mind, Wyatt went to work on the buttons of her sweater. Once he had them undone, he made quick work of revealing the rest of her. He and Austin didn’t stop until she was standing in front of them naked. Seeing her long, dark hair fall to the middle of her back, and the way her back curved in such a sensual way, made his dick harder than before. It throbbed to the beat of his heart. The rest of her was just icing on the cake. Her ass was perfectly round, with a cute dimple right above her crack. The back of her legs teased his sight, making him want to see the front of her.

  Indicating to Austin that he wanted to change places, he and his brother slowly walked around her until they had switched positions. His mouth watered at the sight of her breasts. They were like perfect melons, with her areolas a pretty pink, and her nipples hardened into pebbles begging to be sucked. He looked lower, taking in her abdomen and the way her belly button dipped in, as if waiting for his tongue. Her pussy was bare, making him want to fall to his knees in worship. She was flawless.

  “You are so beautiful,” Wyatt murmured.

  He saw her shudder in what he hoped was anticipation. Without using his hands, he leaned forward and placed h
is open mouth right over her nipple. The gasp that came from her lips was all he needed to hear to know they affected her as much as she did them. Her skin was warm and tasted sweet. He drew the beaded pebble to the roof of his mouth, sucking on it hard, wanting to give her that small bite of pain.

  “Oh!”

  Wyatt felt Hannah’s hands come up and grip his shoulders. Her fingers dug into his skin, but for all he cared, she could gouge him with her nails. Knowing he was bringing her pleasure went straight to his cock, the throbbing so intense, he’d never known anything like it.

  “Do you like what he’s doing, baby doll?”

  Hannah moaned her agreement. As much as Wyatt liked to play with her nipples, he wanted to taste her pussy more. Sinking to his knees, like he’d wanted to from the first glimpse of her bare mound, Wyatt finally allowed himself to touch her. It was as if he’d finally found heaven. The warmth of her skin soaked into his hands.

  “That’s not good enough,” Austin said. Wyatt knew he was referring to her moans. They preferred to hear their women say aloud that they pleased her, but it would have greater meaning if it came from Hannah’s lips. There was something about hearing a woman admit to such carnal pleasure and knowing they were the ones to bring her release. “Say you like what Wyatt’s doing.”

  “Oh, God.”

  “No, just Wyatt, baby doll,” Austin murmured.

  Wyatt placed both hands on her pussy, separating her folds. She was so swollen from need that her labia looked as if it was a blooming flower, with her clit being the center of such a beautiful entity. He could look at her all evening, but that wouldn’t complete their goal for tonight. This night was about loving her. He would indulge himself some other time, up at the cabin, when he had her tied to the bed. The cabin, not their house, was for their indulgences. They never brought anyone to their home, wanting to wait until they found their future wife. Hannah was their soul mate. Taking his tongue, he started at her folds and licked upward until he reached her clit. He took it in between his lips like her nipple and sucked hard.

  “Yes! I love what Wyatt’s doing!”

  Wyatt looked up just in time to see Hannah squeeze her eyes shut and throw her head back. Austin had wrapped his arms around her from behind, both of his palms cupping her breasts. His fingers manipulated her nipples, alternating between rolling them, pinching them, and pulling them.

  “Tell us what you like,” Austin ordered.

  “I like my clit being sucked,” Hannah cried out. “Please, do something.”

  “Wyatt’s doing it, baby doll. You just have to enjoy.”

  Wyatt released the engorged set of nerves, pleased to see it poking its head out, begging for more. Her cream was starting to run down her inner thigh, and Wyatt lapped it up. Releasing the right side of her folds, Wyatt brought his hand down so that his palm was facing up. Slowly, he inserted his finger in her pussy, loving the way she immediately clamped down with her muscles.

  “Wyatt—”

  Hannah’s voice broke off when he used the pad of his middle finger to rub up against her sweet spot. Her inner thighs started to tremble, and Wyatt knew she was close to her release. Not wanting her to climax quite yet, Wyatt pulled out and started to fuck her with two fingers. He was careful to avoid the spongy tissue that would send her over the edge.

  “More,” Hannah demanded.

  Wyatt felt her legs give a little. Austin wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her up against his body. Hannah was thrusting her hips in time with his fingers, while her head was still thrown back and resting on Austin’s shoulder.

  “What do you need more of, Hannah?” Austin asked, his voice strained with need.

  “Wyatt’s fingers,” Hannah pleaded.

  “And what do you want him to do with his fingers?”

  “Fuck me. Wyatt, please fuck me with your fingers.”

  “That’s right, baby doll. Tell us what you want.”

  “Fuck me, Wyatt, please!”

  Wyatt pressed against her sweet spot and started to stroke in a rhythm that would give Hannah what she wanted. Within seconds, her pussy clenched. Hannah screamed as the orgasm crashed over her, her cream drenching his hand. Wyatt, again, used his tongue to drink up what she gave him.

  When he knew her body could take no more, Wyatt slowly removed his fingers. Brushing light kisses over her skin as he rose, he wondered if his dick would ever be the same. There had to be a permanent mark in his cock from the zipper of his jeans. Finally, when he was standing, he waited until she opened her eyes before he licked his fingers clean. Her green eyes were glazed with passion and satisfaction. He wondered what they would look like when she realized they weren’t going to make love to her tonight.

  Chapter Six

  Hannah walked up to Casey and slammed the large, blue vibrator down on the counter. Casey smirked, but was wise enough not to say a word. Since she’d been back in town, Hannah had been meeting up with Casey, Selena, and Lana once a week over at Fannie’s Old Time Saloon. She loved getting together with them and catching up on their lives. Hannah had gotten to know the toy-store owner back when Casey had stayed with her aunt over a summer. Another woman, Ellie, had joined their group recently. She was in town to help market the Silver Lodge and the girls were getting the feeling that she was falling for Josh and Rex. Hannah liked Ellie and her English ways. Hopefully, Ellie will have better luck with men than she was having. Casey rang up the purchase while Hannah couldn’t help her mind from drifting back to last week.

  They were such assholes, she thought, handing over her credit card. Hannah couldn’t believe she had allowed them to undress her, touch her, and bring her off. And then, they had the audacity to say that was all they were going to do that night. Once she had recovered from the most amazing orgasm of her life, Hannah had informed them that that was all they were ever going to do to her—that night or ever.

  “So, I hear you went to dinner with Wyatt and Austin last week,” Casey said, ringing up the purchase.

  So much for thinking Casey wouldn’t mention anything. The entire town had been buzzing since the three of them had dinner at the Spirit Café. Even her patients never failed to mention it in passing, while Shep and Darla kept sharing looks and winks that irked her to no end. Her father had arrived back home a couple days ago, and although he hadn’t said anything to her, she knew that he was aware of her outing with the Cahill brothers.

  “It was dinner, Casey, nothing else,” Hannah said, lying through her teeth.

  “And the flowers? I heard they are being delivered daily.”

  She’d heard right. Every day, a different vase of flowers would arrive with a note. There was one line on the card, but the words made her see red. Do you want more? was scrawled in a masculine handwriting, which made her think they drove into town each morning. Hannah bit her tongue before she could ask Casey, knowing she would have the answer, but what good would it do for her to know?

  Did she want more? Hell yes, she wanted more. That orgasm was like being in an ice cream store where they give you a sample in a cup, but then tell a person they can’t have the full cone. Her release only caused her to be sexually frustrated, which was why she was here buying a new vibrator. The back of the package said it was curved to hit the G-spot. Maybe that would take care of her itch.

  “This is Spirit, Hannah. You and I both know there is nothing that is kept secret in this town. You had a crush on those boys when you were in high school, and everyone knows they have waited for you to return. I don’t know why you are torturing them—just put them out of their misery already.”

  Casey returned her card, and she shoved it in her wallet, before placing the leather case back in her purse. Casey was right—Spirit was a small town, and even though the rumor mill was prevalent, the people meant well. Fortunately, they didn’t know her dilemma, and Hannah wasn’t about to share something so personal as the fact that she couldn’t have children.

  “Fourteen years ago, everyone had school crush
es on someone. That doesn’t mean those people end up with each other. Besides, Wyatt and Austin certainly haven’t been celibate, have they? They have their fair share of women that entertain them. They don’t need me.”

  “Of course they haven’t been celibate, but since six months ago when those boys heard you were coming back to town, they haven’t been with anyone since,” Casey informed her.

  Hannah was able to keep her surprise to a minimum. Although she was taken aback by that piece of news, it still didn’t change the fact that she couldn’t give them what they ultimately wanted. Hannah took the bag that Casey had put her purchase in.

  “It’s just not in the cards, Casey,” Hannah informed her, hearing the bell jingle above the door. “I’m not right for them and vice versa.”

  “That’s not what you said when you were naked between us.”

  Hannah gasped, while Casey burst out laughing. Excusing herself to the back room, Casey left and Hannah turned to see Wyatt and Austin standing in the shop’s doorway. The united front they presented brought back the feelings they had evoked that night. Wyatt was wearing a brown cowboy hat but had tipped it up enough so that she could see his brown eyes. Wyatt was staring at her as if he, too, was remembering when he was on his knees in front of her. Her pussy tingled, wanting to feel his lips again. Austin’s hair was wet on the ends from the flurries that had obviously melted when they landed on his head. He melted her, too, although she needed to pretend otherwise. It wouldn’t do for them to think they actually stood a chance with her.

  “If I remember correctly, I said I wanted you to fuck me,” Hannah declared, finally coming to her senses. “You two declined. You had your chance, and now it’s time to get back to real life.”