Tangled in Divine [Divine Creek Ranch 14] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “Huh? So I changed a couple of flat tires. Big deal.”

  “Changed tires barehanded in the snow and ice.” He pointed at the bandages he’d helped apply that afternoon. “Patched broken linkage with baling wire on the side of the road.”

  She gasped and looked at Chris accusingly. He lifted his hands, chuckled, and said, “I didn’t say a word. Angel tattled on you.”

  “Shit.”

  “I checked it out too,” Julián growled. “You had to crawl under your truck to make that repair. I’m picturing you lying in the icy, dirty gravel on the side of the road.”

  Gwen made a noise of disgust. “Would you rather that I stood there wringing my hands until the Chupacabra came and ate me?”

  “Not funny, Chiquita.” He patted his lap, a glimmer of amusement warring with the concern in his eyes. “I love a self-sufficient woman but you put yourself in too much danger. I promised you a spanking and I’m more than ready to deliver it.”

  She glanced at his groin and could tell that was absolutely true. He looked nearly as excited as she felt. Taking care of herself was a fact of life, but the little flame inside of her that responded to this protective side of his nature flared a little brighter.

  She gazed up at Chris, and his sexy smile sent another wave of lust sizzling straight to her pussy. He slid his hands along her sides, and tugged her skimpy blue lace panties down her hips until they were bunched with her jeans between her knees above her boots. They really did have her hobbled and at their mercy, and there was no place she wanted to be more.

  Chris tilted his head at Julián, indicating that she should go to him. She hesitated long enough for Julián to grab her and upend her over his lap. Her breath left her in a rush and her hair cascaded over her head and pooled around his black python cowboy boots.

  She tried to right herself but he held her in place with a hand on her lower back, growling, “Now that’s a fucking beautiful sight, love.” He squeezed and massaged her derriere, alternating between both cheeks, manipulating and warming her flesh with his touch.

  A broad, hot hand stroked her ass cheek, cupping her as the fingers strayed into the cleft of her ass. Chris. It had to be, judging by the sound of approval she heard him make. She rubbed against him and moaned as her drenched pussy lips slid together and then parted with her movements.

  “Holy fuck.” Definitely Chris.

  Whap!

  “Ow! Oh!” She cried out as the stinging slap morphed into tingling heat that spread over her butt cheek. Her clit throbbed with need against Julián’s thigh as she rubbed her mound against him.

  Whap!

  “Oh!” Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting and make the heat spread and grow on the other cheek, centering in her aching pussy.

  Julián massaged her ass cheeks, holding the heat in.

  Whap!

  “Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her excitement growing by the second. She could feel her cream smearing between her thighs as it leaked from her with each movement.

  Whap!

  “Oh!” The sound that came from her throat didn’t even sound like her. It sounded needy, sensual, and willing to beg.

  Whap!

  “Yes!”

  More than two hands rubbed her stinging behind. She screamed when a thick finger slid between her cunt lips, feeling hot and so forceful, and pumped in and out rapidly for several strokes. She arched her back as the scream in her throat built to ear-shattering proportions, one more stroke—and then withdrew.

  Whap!

  “Oh God! Harder! More!” she wailed as she bucked and arched, wanting the finger or the pops back, harder and fast enough to push her over the edge and make her lose her mind.

  For several seconds all was quiet except for their heavy breathing and then—

  Whap! Whap! Whap! Hands slid up the backs of her thighs as the pops landed harder and harder.

  Whap!

  More pops rained down on her tingling ass and the orgasm detonated as two thick fingers thrust into her clenching cunt, unleashing a scream from her that would probably leave her hoarse. Her body writhed beyond her control, her pussy rhythmically pulsing and gripping until she finally went limp against Julián.

  She felt a body shift at her side and then Chris was touching her, pulling her hair aside and helping her to rise up. Her face felt red-hot from being facedown and from exertion.

  She panted as the two of them helped her sit up, and Chris, who was kneeling beside her, caught her as she toppled sideways against him like a limp noodle.

  Julián looked down at her, lust and approval glittering in his eyes. Chris cradled her, an appreciative sound coming from deep in his chest as he cupped her generous breasts and strummed her peaked nipples with his thumbs. Her nipples were ultrasensitive and she gasped as aftershocks in her cunt coincided with each stroke of his thumb.

  Her head fell back against Chris’s chest as she panted. She bit her lip as he tenderly squeezed her in his arms. She felt precious. This was like no one-night stand anywhere in the history of the world. So much tenderness disarmed her and made her crave more.

  My heart is doomed and there isn’t a damned thing I can do about it.

  She gazed up at Julián and smiled wordlessly.

  The devilish grin on Julián’s face made her heart palpitate as he leaned toward her and kissed her. He’d just paddled her ass soundly but his kiss was like a sweet, soothing balm. “Let’s get those boots and jeans off and we’ll see to aftercare for your hot pink ass.”

  Chris cuddled her into a little ball, rose, and carried her to his bed. She giggled as he dumped her onto it and let them pin her, tummy down, as they removed her boots and the rest of her clothing.

  “Damn, you’re sexy, sweetheart,” Julián growled before he sat down beside her and stroked her sizzling hot booty.

  Her cunt throbbed and she squirmed wantonly as Chris’s hands joined in, stroking up and down the backs of her thighs. The same hands that had been there earlier, before bringing her to that screaming orgasm. Her body throbbed, and despite the tremendous release she’d just had, she was already hungry for more. Much, much more.

  “Be right back,” Julián murmured, leaving the bed. Chris sat in the spot he vacated and Gwen rose up on her elbows so she could look into his eyes. Chris seemed more relaxed. He hadn’t tried to be cute or mouthy, and that encouraged her.

  “Will you take off your shirt so I can see your chest?” she asked, pulling on the edge that was tucked in his jeans.

  He pulled his belt buckle loose and slid it from the belt loops, before yanking the shirt from his jeans and unbuttoning it. He concentrated on watching her as she rolled to her side and stroked his thigh as more and more of his hard, muscular flesh was revealed. She gasped in surprise when she got a glimpse of dark ink across his hairy chest and on his biceps as he stretched out his shoulders to drag the shirt off of his arms.

  “You have tattoos,” she moaned happily. “And you’re so hairy.” The girls had been right. He had just the perfect amount to be really sexy.

  Chris looked down at himself and nodded, frowned for a second, and then looked at her. “Do you like that?”

  Gwen smiled, disbelieving that he could doubt it, and bit her lip as she palmed his bicep. The same bicep he’d flexed earlier that day and bragged about. He was such a puzzle.

  The tattoos were a matching tribal design on both biceps that swirled upward around his shoulder joints and then curved down into a series of bold arcs that met in the center of his breastbone. “Oh, baby, I like that a whole lot.”

  She teased his peaked nipple with one of her knuckles and smiled when he gasped and then groaned. He shifted on the bed and adjusted his cock to get more comfortable.

  “I want your cock inside me, Chris. All of it. Every big, thick inch. I want you.” She couldn’t believe it when she saw a trace of worry in his eyes. “Believe me, Chris. I want it so much I ache.”

  He laid his hand on her back and turned her so s
he was tummy down on the bed again as Julián rejoined them, now clad in only a pair of snug, black knit boxers. Damn, those things are sexy on him. And those legs. Damn.

  Chris stroked her spine as Julián opened the tube of cream in his hand and then stroked a dollop of the cold substance over one hot cheek. Julián growled with appreciation as he made a thorough job of working the cream into that cheek and then into the other.

  Chris finally murmured, “I want you to take Julián first, darlin’. I want you to be ready for me. How long has it been since you had sex?”

  Blushing, she replied, “A while, but—”

  Chris cut her off. “No buts. I want you ready and relaxed for me. I don’t want to take a chance on making you sore before he’s had a chance to enjoy your sweet little cunt. He’s been pretty patient with me and my bullshit tonight and I think I owe it to him too.”

  Julián didn’t argue as he finished rubbing the cream in her bottom and then flipped her over. “And I’m in the perfect mood to take him up on the offer,” he ground out, revealing that he’d removed the boxers before turning her. His tone was serious but she smiled at the light that shone in his eyes. Finally they’d have their moment.

  His long, rigid cock stood out from his body, deep red and crowned with a weeping, purplish head that seemed to throb and get bigger before her very eyes. Her pussy pulsed and leaked with need and lust.

  All she could manage to do was nod and whisper, “Okay.”

  Julián ripped open the condom wrapper and quickly cloaked his shaft, growling as she spread her thighs and let him catch her ankles and place her heels on his bare shoulders.

  He leaned forward, a feral smile on his lips, and the move spread her thighs wide. He looked down at her cunt and groaned as he took his cock in hand and rubbed it against her slippery opening.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet and hot,” he hissed and rolled his eyes as he pressed the head to her entrance and paused, pumping in minute strokes as he stretched her open, making her sting and tremble with each slow inch.

  Pulses echoed in her pussy and she gripped the tops of his thighs as his heat filled and stretched her. He’d taken charge, pinning her so thoroughly that all she could do was take his cock as her heart raced wildly.

  “Damn,” Chris whispered from his position beside her, drawing her attention to him.

  He glanced up at her almost guiltily. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to distract. Do you want me to leave?” He looked ready to do it if she said the word.

  She clenched Julián’s cock when he withdrew slightly and she moaned, “Don’t you d–dare leave.” Julián looked down at her and smiled devilishly and she giggled. “Either of you. Stay, Chris. Don’t you want to watch him fuck me?” Julián gave her a smile and a slight nod of approval.

  “Fuck yeah. I want to watch. Damn it, that’s—” He groaned softly as Julián flexed his hips and rolled his head back on his shoulders, clearly enjoying himself as he thrust deep and pulled out to the head and thrust again.

  Julián leaned farther forward, bringing her knees practically to her shoulders, and looked deep into her eyes, his dark gaze like a caress to her soul. “You were so worth the wait, baby. I love your hot little pussy.”

  He bared his teeth and groaned as he fucked her with long, rhythmic strokes, thrusting deep until she could feel his balls slap against her ass with each motion. The tension built inside her as he stretched her walls, stroking her nerve endings until she could barely hold on to her sanity.

  He braced his hand by her shoulder and reached down to finger her clit which felt twice its normal size, hard, and so overexcited that her whole body trembled with the need to come. He trapped the bundle of nerves between two fingers and stroked in a firm, circular motion that created such pressure in her cunt that it almost hurt.

  “Fuck!” he ground out as he pumped hard. “Squeezing me so fucking tight I can barely move!”

  His words and his animalistic tone sent her into orbit. She sobbed as the orgasm exploded deep inside her and spread outward in waves of molten ecstasy. She was barely conscious of Chris whispering something that sounded sexual and appreciative as she arched and writhed with Julián. He howled passionately, thrusting hard several more times as his cock pulsed and jerked inside her.

  She clung to him until the last wave had passed and she was flattened beneath his powerful body. He gently dislodged her heels from his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, bracing most of his weight on his elbows. He looked ready to fall into a stupor.

  As he caught his breath, Julián nuzzled her throat and pressed kisses to her jawline. His soft respirations tickled against her sensitized skin and she smiled as she stroked his back and his neck, sliding her fingers against the sweat-slicked, short hairs at the back of his head. He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.

  “You okay?”

  She let out a soft sigh, and smiled and nodded. “Perfect.” She reached toward Chris, needing for him to know he was included. He clasped his hand with hers and pressed his lips against her fingers. “Just perfect.”

  “Be right back.” Julián eased slowly from her, sounding reluctant, and crawled from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom across the hall to dispose of the condom. She lay in the position he’d left her in, perfectly satisfied to be seen that way.

  She smiled at his blissful groan as he returned, stretching his arms and shoulders as he walked back in the room, proud, naked, and sated. Satisfaction practically oozed from him as he crawled over to her and kissed her before turning his gaze to her pussy which still tingled.

  He caressed her slippery flesh and drew a gasp from her. Her abdomen tightened at the contact, and she moaned when he smiled and did it again, this time catching her clit with his fingertip. Not too much. Just enough to bring the edge back. The desire for more. Julián glanced at Chris and raised his chin with a mute invitation to take over. “She’s hot and slick. I think she wants more. Don’t you, baby?”

  Gwen stretched her arms over her head, her body vibrating with renewed tension as she reached for Chris. Julián backed off as Chris drew close, his callused fingertips stroking the underside of her breasts as he came alongside her. She shuddered blissfully as he used a light tickling touch to stroke down her abdomen, stopping just short of her mound before teasing back up and then returning.

  He pressed his lips to her damp forehead and whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you, darlin’. Are you sure?”

  She would feel this activity in the morning but she was ready for round two. Julián touched Chris’s shoulder to draw his attention and Gwen smiled when she realized he had a bottle of lube in his hand.

  She stroked Chris’s bicep and nodded. “I want you, Chris. I need you too.”

  Uncertainty still caused him to hesitate and she decided it was time to get vertical and take matters into her own hands. She was a cowgirl after all.

  Chapter Nine

  Chris eyed Gwen with curiosity as she turned and sat up then boldly pushed her lush, cushiony breasts against his upper body. She kissed him and pushed him onto his back, crawling over him in the process. Her soft, rosy-cheeked smile radiated contentment and he wanted to give her whatever she desired.

  Her long blonde hair framed her beautiful face as she leaned over him, stroking the tattoos on his shoulders and arms.

  “Are you worried about hurting me while you’re having your way with me?” she asked as she caressed his abdomen all the way down to the waist of his jeans.

  He couldn’t help but brace himself for rejection. It was a habit. “Yes. You haven’t seen me yet. You’re not concerned but you should be.”

  The devil was in her sexy smile as she said, “Well, we have lube to help with that while I have my wicked way with you.”

  His resolve went from weak to nonexistent as she stroked his cock through the denim and grinned with sexual intent as she reached for the button and undid it.

  He took a deep breath and pulled down the zipper, preparing to fr
ighten her as he lifted his ass and eased his jeans and boxers from his hips. His gaze was on his knees as he paused when her breath caught in her throat.

  “Holy hell,” she gasped. He gathered the waistband on his underwear and prepared to cover back up and looked at her in surprise when she stayed his hand.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting dressed.”

  “Oh. No. You’re. Not.” She licked her lips like she was eyeing dessert and whispered, “We’re going to need a lot of that lube.” Her hand trembled as she reached out to stroke him, and he had to grit his teeth to control his reaction, his release threatening at the heat and hunger he saw in her eyes.

  She wants me. She’s not pretending.

  Experience had taught him that women said they wanted a big cock when what they meant was they wanted a generous cock. In the past, when they took one look at him, more often than not, they declined, either frightened or threatened by his size.

  Meeting his gaze, she reached for his jeans and tugged, signaling that she wanted them off all the way. “Chris, I’m not gonna lie. You’ll need to be patient with me while I adjust to you. I may not be able to take you all tonight but I’m gonna enjoy trying, baby.” Her spirit showed in her eyes and he fell even harder for her.

  It’s going to hurt bad when she leaves. Damn it.

  He pushed the jeans off, thankful that he’d already removed his boots and socks before climbing on the bed, and sheathed his cock with a condom for her.

  Julián reclined nearby, watching them with acute interest while lazily stroking his semierect cock. Chris had wondered a time or two—or three—if it bothered their friends who were involved in ménages to be naked and aroused while around each other, and making love to their woman with the others in the room. He had his answer now. Didn’t bother him a bit. His main concern was pleasing Gwen and he knew that Julián felt the same way.