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

by Peyton Elizabeth

  “You are what’s important,” Wyatt said, opening the driver’s-side door. “The ranch will be fine. That’s why we have ranch hands. They can earn their money for once.”

  Austin opened his door and slid out, motioning for her to do the same. If she wasn’t so tired, Hannah might have tried to argue with them. At least, that’s what she told herself was the reason she was giving in. It wasn’t because she wanted to spend another night in their arms.

  Hannah let Austin help her down from the truck. The three of them fell into stride, walking up the steps to the front door. She closed her eyes at the longing she felt to do this all the time, and the silence reminded her that there would be no children’s laughter filling an evening playing in the snow. There would be no little footprints following theirs up the steps and into the house.

  “Why the sad face? Sam is going to live another thirty plus years, baby doll.”

  Hannah gave a small smile to Austin. “I’m just tired.”

  Wyatt finally managed to unlock the door. “Why don’t you go on upstairs and take a hot bubble bath? Soak your muscles and then we’ll be up to massage you.”

  “You don’t have to—”

  “We know we don’t have to. But we want to.”

  Hannah knew from his tone that Wyatt wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She walked upstairs and did exactly what he instructed. He filled the tub and doused it with a handful of bath salts. While she waited for him to finish, her pussy immediately became wet with the thought of pleasing him. She craved their approval and really didn’t understand where the need came from. Hannah wasn’t going to worry about it though, as she stepped into the white porcelain and sunk low into the hot water. She was going to enjoy the night, especially knowing that her father was going to be all right.

  Sam Warren was everything to her. He was a mother, father, confidante, friend—the list could go on, but her dad was all things rolled into one. Hannah couldn’t contemplate what she would do if she were to lose him. The relief she had felt when the doctor had told her the stent procedure went well was astronomical. She hadn’t meant to fall apart in front of Wyatt and Austin. Hannah had wanted to maintain a strong front but, in the end, sought comfort in their arms. She didn’t regret it either.

  Hannah made the decision that she would tell them about her inability to have children. They deserved to know. It wasn’t right to make them think she didn’t want to be with them over something silly that happened fourteen years ago. They could still maintain their friendship. Wyatt and Austin meant the world to her, and she wanted to be a part of their lives. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be in the capacity she’d always dreamed of.

  “Ready for that massage?”

  Hannah looked up, seeing Wyatt pop his head around the bathroom door. He must have been outside, checking on the horses, because the ends of his hair were curled from where the flurries must have landed. He looked like a little boy, waiting to open his Christmas present. She laughed at him when he wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Yes, very ready,” Hannah replied.

  She let him enter the bathroom and help dry her off. He wouldn’t allow her to wear the towel, even going so far as to coil it around and snap it on her ass. She liked this lighthearted side he was showing. She walked naked into his bedroom, seeing candles lit everywhere and Austin lying naked in the middle of the bed.

  Her eyes went directly to his cock. He was long and hard, with a drop of pre-cum glistening in the candlelight. His hand was gripping his shaft firmly, moving up and down as he watched her come toward the bed. She made her eyes leave that magnificent sight, knowing she should take in the rest of him. His chest was contoured, with perfect-sized nipples. Light-brown hair covered his chest, but not enough to distract from his beauty. His abdomen was outlined, with his muscles curved in all the right places and one in particular pointing toward his cock. She followed the trail and bypassed his package, wanting to take in his well-developed legs. They were long, looking lean and powerful. His masculinity made her pussy weep.

  Hannah crawled onto the bed and went to lean forward, wanting to take a taste of what he was offering. Unfortunately, they had other plans and Austin moved to the side.

  “On your stomach, baby doll.”

  “But I’d rather—”

  “I know what you want to do,” Austin said, smiling. “I can see it in your eyes. Trust me, there will be plenty of time for that. Right now, you’ve had a really long day and we want to give you a massage.”

  Before Hannah could protest, Austin had her on her stomach with her arms and legs spread wide. She couldn’t help but moan in pleasure when Austin started on her hands and Wyatt took her feet. They must each have had a bottle of oil, because she felt it being poured all over her body. She wasn’t sure how long they kneaded her tender muscles, but she was putty in their hands by the time they reached her torso. Austin was still rubbing her lower back when Wyatt applied more oil to her crack. She was too relaxed to move and let him have his way.

  Wyatt started with her cheeks, his thumbs stroking across her buttocks in a deep, thorough motion. With each swipe, Wyatt came closer to the inner skin, eventually separating each cheek. It was then that she realized Austin had taken his hands from her hips. He poured more oil, so that it landed directly on her anus. She couldn’t help the puckering reflex it caused and gave another little groan. When Wyatt’s thumb massaged the lube into the puckered ring, Hannah held her breath.

  Her body was primed, waiting for them to claim her. She didn’t want a plug or some plastic device. She wanted them. Finally, Wyatt pushed his thumb through, causing her to cry out. She fisted her fingers into the sheets, knowing they would want her to remain still. Hannah thought that since she had the plug in last night, she would be used to having something inserted back there, but that wasn’t the case. The slight burn made her grit her teeth.

  “No clenching, Hannah. Let me have full access.”

  The words that spilled from his mouth were so dominating, she couldn’t help but obey. She willed her body to relax, letting him have the admittance he wanted. She was rewarded with intense pleasure as he used the oil to stretch her muscle. His thumb suddenly wasn’t enough. She started to wiggle around, indicating she wanted something more.

  “You know what to do,” Wyatt reminded her, delivering a sharp slap to her ass. The quick sting morphed into warmth, making her squirm even more. “What do you want?”

  “Hmmm, I want more,” Hannah whimpered. “I want your fingers in my ass.”

  “That’s my girl,” Wyatt said, approval lacing his tone. “Always ask us for what you want. We will never deny you.”

  “Unless that’s what we want to do,” Austin said, leaning down and delivering kisses along her shoulder.

  Her fists still had a hold of the sheets. She buried her face as well, closing her eyes tight as Wyatt gave her what she wanted. He withdrew his thumb slowly, making her feel every inch that pulled out of her. What would it feel like to have his cock in her ass? He used two fingers, working them gradually inside of her until they were fully seated. Wyatt then scissored them, widening her even further.

  “Wyatt, please, just take me there.”

  “With what?”

  “Ahh! With your cock. Take my ass with your cock!” Hannah practically screamed it. She never would have imagined herself as the type of person to say crude things, but they didn’t seem that way when it was said in passion. If anything, it seemed to heighten her arousal.

  “With pleasure.”

  Within seconds, Wyatt had sheathed himself with a condom and hauled her to her knees. Austin arranged himself to where his head was directly beneath her breasts. She looked down to see them dangling, her left nipple near his lips. He smiled up at her as he opened his mouth and placed it directly over her areola. The hot moisture against her cool skin was startling. She drew in a quick breath, loving the sensations washing over her body. It amazed her that something as small as his kiss on her nipple cou
ld create such an immense reaction.

  Wyatt placed the tip of his cock at her back entrance, averting her focus to those newfound nerves. Would it hurt? Or would the steely softness feel different than hard, unforgiving plastic? She found her answer the second he tried to push past her sphincter.

  “Wait!”

  “Push back against me, just like you did with the plug,” Wyatt instructed her.

  “It hurts,” Hannah admitted, biting her lip.

  “Help him, baby doll,” Austin murmured against her skin. “Push out like we taught you.”

  Going against what her body was instinctively doing, which was clenching her muscles, Hannah forced herself to relax. Wyatt waited patiently while he stroked his thumbs across her hips. She was finally able to push back against him, moaning when her action spurred his admittance. Little by little, Hannah felt him slide into her. The burning intensified the deeper he got, but once his cock was fully seated, the pain blossomed into something else entirely. Suddenly, his stillness was maddening. She needed to move.

  Austin bit down on her nipple. She gasped, bucking against Wyatt, who let out a groan. The more Austin manipulated her nipples, the less she could stay still. Needing more friction, Hannah tried to thrust against Wyatt’s cock.

  “Let me work against you. Just hold still and let me take care of everything,” Wyatt said, tightening his fingers on her hips.

  “How about I help you, baby doll?” Austin said, releasing her nipple from his mouth. The air touched it, making it ache to have his tongue lick it again. “I’ll give you a clit massage, while Wyatt takes care of that ass.”

  Clit massage? Before she could ask him what he meant, Austin placed his thumb and index finger on either side of her enlarged button. Distending it, he rubbed his fingers together. Nothing could have prevented Hannah from moving then. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, so fast and so hard, she couldn’t breathe. Her ass clamped down on Wyatt’s cock. He was thrusting in and out of her, but her hold on him was so tight, it slowed down his assault.

  Hannah tried to tell Austin that he needed to release her clit because it had become too sensitive to be touched, but she couldn’t get the words out. Instead, he pinched harder and rubbed faster, carrying her right into another release that was just as strong as the first. Wyatt lost his rhythm, indicating his impending climax. She barely heard his shout of release over the blood rushing in her ears.

  Hannah collapsed against Austin, glad that he had caught her. She snuggled into his chest, rubbing her nose against his neck. She was finally able to inhale and took a minute to savor his scent—fresh with a hint of citrus. She was coated with a fine sheen of sweat, but Austin didn’t seem to mind.

  “Bring your hips over mine, baby doll,” Austin instructed. “I need to be inside of you.”

  Hannah wasn’t going to tell him no, because she wanted to feel his cock inside of her, too, but there was no way she would be able to have another orgasm after that. Shifting her legs, Hannah straddled him and moaned when his cock lay snuggled in her folds. Austin had covered himself with a condom and, with how wet she was, had no problem slipping right inside of her. With his length, the tip of his cock bumped against her cervix. It wasn’t painful, only made her more aware that he filled her in a way that made her relish his size.

  “Bring your knees up and lie flat against me.”

  She did as he asked, realizing that put her in a more exposed position. She didn’t mind. Wyatt got up off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Hannah smiled as she watched his ass sway as he walked. What a nice view he provided.

  Austin tilted his hips, sinking further in if that was even possible. Pulling out, he then set up a cadence to which she astonishingly started to react. Her pussy creamed, and her clit swelled with blood. At this angle, every time Austin plunged inside of her, the bundle of nerves rubbed against his skin with the perfect pressure to build her orgasm. Hannah placed her hands on either side of his head and pushed herself up.

  “Didn’t I tell you to lie flat against me?”

  Hannah smiled down at him, loving the smirk that showed itself on his sexy lips. Whiskers darkened his face while his hair was in disarray. The ends curled just a bit, giving him a rakish appearance. Her heart fluttered at the tenderness she saw in his brown eyes.

  “You’re not moving fast enough,” Hannah whispered, leaning down and brushing her lips across his. “So that means I have to take over.”

  Austin laughed and, in the blink of an eye, flipped her over. “How’s this?”

  Hannah moaned her acceptance, loving the pace he was setting. In and out, over and over, he drove into her with everything he had. It felt so right, so perfect, Hannah could do nothing but take what he gave her. Within a minute, he had her coming again, screaming his name. Austin threw his head back, joining her in her ultimate release.

  Austin was holding himself up, she knew, so that his weight didn’t crush her. But Hannah didn’t care and tried to pull him down on top of her. He leaned in and kissed her neck, making her giggle as his rough whiskers raked against her skin.

  “Let me get cleaned up,” Austin said, lifting his head. “Then we can hold you and get some much-needed sleep.”

  Hannah was suddenly drained and snuggled deeper into the covers as Austin pulled out of her. With the long massage, the hot sex, and then the suggestion of sleep—they knew exactly what she needed. As Hannah went to turn on her side, she felt Austin stiffen against her. Opening one eye, she peeked up at him.

  “What’s wrong?” Hannah asked.

  “Everything okay?” Wyatt questioned, as he walked back into the room.

  Wyatt must have heard her ask that same question to Austin, who was looking at her in shock. Hannah followed his line of vision, wondering what had him so upset. When she realized what had caused his reaction, Hannah didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

  “Hannah, the condom broke.”

  “It’s okay,” Hannah said, grabbing a hold of the sheet. She brought it over her breasts, feeling the need to cover herself. This wasn’t exactly how she wanted to break the news to them. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

  “Are you on the pill?” Wyatt asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “No.” Hannah moved herself into a sitting position as Austin grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, using it to clean off the broken condom. Should she just blurt it out? No, she needed just a little more time. “But you don’t need to worry.”

  Both men gave her a confused stare. Austin rolled up the tissue and placed it on the table without taking his eyes from her. Neither of them said a word, patiently waiting for her to continue. Hannah pulled the sheet up higher, giving her something to do. She took the edge of the sheet between her fingers, laying it flat against her skin. The seconds ticked by.

  “Hannah.” She jumped, startled when Wyatt spoke. Looking up, she noticed they were still in the same position. Wyatt was sitting sideways on the bed, while Austin was toward the middle, leaning on his arm. “You need to explain to us what you mean.”

  Hannah took a deep breath. This was it. The moment where four words would change what was between them. There would be pity in their eyes, sad smiles on their faces, and false words of encouragement falling from their lips. But she had made the decision earlier to tell them the truth. It was pointless for them to carry on like this when she knew they would want to move on to a woman who could give them what they truly wanted—a family.

  “I can’t have children.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “This is why you didn’t want to get involved with us,” Austin said, standing up and walking over to the dresser. He needed to give himself something to do for just a brief moment. Yes, she shocked him, but he wasn’t going to allow her to use this as an excuse for them not to be together. He shoved his legs into the denim, leaving the button undone, and came back to sit on the other side of the bed. “Do you think that’s what matters to us—your ability to have children?”
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br />   “Isn’t it?” Hannah asked. “Look, even fourteen years ago you knew you wanted a family. I saw the look in your eyes when you were describing the summer camp you give to the kids from town. I can’t give you what you want.”

  “What we want is you,” Austin informed her, leaning forward to brush a strand of hair away from her cheek. He wanted to touch her and reassure her that her inability to get pregnant wasn’t the be-all, end-all.

  “And what about a year from now? Or two years from now when you want to start a family?” Hannah pulled away from his touch. “Why waste those years with someone who can’t provide you with children?”

  “I don’t think being with the person we’re meant to be with is wasting time. It’s building a relationship that will last for decades.”

  Hannah shook her head. “You’re trying to sugarcoat the issue. It will become a problem.”

  Austin didn’t want to trivialize what she was feeling, but in his mind, this meant little in the scheme of things. When the time came and they wanted children, there were a lot of options out there. They just needed to get her to see that.

  “Wyatt, explain to her why this doesn’t matter,” Austin ordered, waiting for his brother to help him out.

  They were a team in this, but so far, Wyatt hadn’t said a word. Looking over, he saw that Wyatt was staring at Hannah intently. Austin started to get a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. Wyatt wouldn’t screw this up, would he?

  “How do you know you can’t have children?”

  Shit. Wyatt was rubbing the back of his neck. Austin didn’t like the way he was looking at Hannah, and she was sure to take it as a sign that she was right. She would think it did matter to them, when it didn’t. At least, it didn’t matter to him. And it shouldn’t count for Wyatt either.

  “Does it really matter?” Hannah asked, sadness lacing her voice. Austin saw her look around for her clothes, which he was now grateful were in the bathroom so they’d have more time to talk this over.