Jennifer Cole - A Delicious Taboo Two.

by Jennifer Cole

  The concern on Calen’s face thrilled her. When it came to her welfare, the four of them never ceased to amaze her. Although their hovering and doting overwhelmed her at times, Melanie knew they meant well. After revealing every horrific moment of her past with her lovers, the four had grown even more protective of her.

  “Calen?”

  “I’m really concerned with what happened a few minutes ago,” he told her. His hands released her shoulders and settled on her hips.

  Slipping her hands between their bodies, her fingers wandered south where she unbuttoned Calen’s shorts, pushed the zipper low, and pulled his stiff flesh free. With her left hand, she stroked his thick length, sliding the right hand back into his shorts to cup his balls.

  His quickening breath and gripping fingers told her his control was slipping. Mel knew Calen enjoyed it when she instigated their play, and despite the little dizzy spell she had, she intended to blow his mind.

  “I feel fine, lover.” She nibbled along his jawline while her hands continued to stroke him. “Feel me,” she whispered in his ear. Leaning back, Melanie offered her breasts to him.

  Unable to deny himself any longer, Calen’s tongue slipped between his lips, flicking at the tight nub of her right nipple. Tossing her head back, she groaned out her pleasure. His lips closed around the bud and he drew on her flesh. Thick calloused fingers dug into her backside as his mouth moved to her left breast. The deep suckling caused the muscles in her pussy to spasm in need.

  “Calen,” she moaned, watching his mouth and tongue on her breasts. “Take me.”

  Uttering a deep growl, which vibrated through Melanie, his grip on her vanished and Calen yanked his T-shirt over his head. With a half turn of his body, he spread the wet fabric out behind him. Gathering her in his arms, Calen stood and spun around to lay her on his discarded shirt. His breath was harsh and his chest heaved. Pulling away, he pushed his shorts down his slender hips. The thick fingers of his right hand slipped inside the crotch of her panties and with a sharp tug, ripped them apart.

  Melanie giggled, levering herself on her elbows.

  “Stop wearing these fucking things,” he growled, cupping her legs under her knees and pushing them wide.

  They both looked down and watched as their bodies became one. Calen’s thick length disappeared inside her in one smooth thrust.

  “Mmm, Calen,” she sighed, rubbing her sex against his pelvis.

  Together they watched as his hips pulled back, nearly withdrawing from her body completely.

  Her tight sheath sucked at his cock as his thrusts increased. The feel of her body milking his made it difficult to concentrate. Sliding his hand down the smooth skin of her thigh and over the soft swell of her belly, his fingers found the glistening bundle of nerves between her legs. The pad of his thumb pressed against her clit, bringing a sharp gasp from her full lips. With eyes closed, her head fell back as he increased his strokes. Calen loved the expressions of passion that played on Mel’s face when they made love.

  Calen very much enjoyed sharing Mel with Van and their two friends, but his time with her alone fulfilled a different emotional need.

  Once again his hands grabbed her knees, opening her up to him. Resting on her right elbow, Melanie’s left hand squeezed her breast. Slender fingers pulled at her puckered nipple before sliding over her belly and down to the juncture where their bodies were joined. Calen’s eyes followed the path her fingers took, unable to restrain a groan as her fingers began rubbing her clit. Lost in the feel of her body around his, Calen nearly missed her request. The piston action of his hips became forceful and Mel’s breasts bounced wildly with every thrust.

  “My ass, Calen,” she panted. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

  More than eager to honor her wish, Calen withdrew his throbbing shaft from her warm depths. Wetting his fingers in his mouth, he ran a finger from the tip of her clitoris, along her swollen lips to the puckered rosette below. Before pushing a finger inside, he took a moment to tease the sensitive flesh of her opening. Slowly, Calen worked three fingers inside her, stretching the tight ring for his claiming.

  Fisting his painfully throbbing cock in his other hand, his eyes savored the dreamy look in hers. “Is this what you need, baby?” he asked, smearing a drop of precum over the purple crown.

  A nod accompanied her whimper.

  “You want my fat cock deep in your ass?” Continuing to prepare her with his probing fingers, Calen drew pleasure from her writhing in front of him. “Tell me what you want, baby!”

  “I want your cock in my ass, Calen,” Melanie told him with a groan.

  Withdrawing his fingers and aligning his aching staff with Mel’s anus, he pressed forward until the throbbing head slipped inside. “Jesus,” he hissed as her ass swallowed every inch of him.

  Mel’s voice made him pause as he pulled his length back out. “Stop teasing me,” she growled.

  Calen’s control slipped beyond his reach as two of her long slender fingers disappeared inside her pussy. “Oh, Christ, Melanie.”

  “Harder.” Croaking out a plea she added, “Faster.”

  Caught up in the desire to bring the woman beneath him to culmination, he lost his rhythm and his strokes became desperate.

  “Oh, God, Calen. Don’t stop,” she begged, reaching up to pinch the peak of his right nipple.

  The feel of her tight velvet heat pulsing around him finished off Calen’s control. No longer able to hold back, with a holler Calen emptied himself into Mel’s ass. Collapsing atop her heaving bosom, Calen’s fingers tangled in the dark curls fanned on the deck around her.

  “Mmm,” she purred in his ear. “You were fantastic, lover.”

  Calen chuckled and rose up on his hands. “I love watching you come, baby.” His mouth found hers where he drank in her taste of completion. “You are so beautiful when you explode.”

  The latch on the gate clicked at the same moment the patio door slid open. Raising his head Calen spotted Van entering the backyard as Philip stepped onto the deck. The noticeable bulge straining in his lover’s shorts made him grin. The dark desire he read in Van’s eyes as he looked at Mel beneath him, brought renewed life to his softening cock.

  “I need a hand bringing in the bags,” Van said hoarsely, not taking his heated stare off Calen.

  “I’ll help you.” Philip’s voice was a raspy groan as he walked toward the gate. “Since I’m the only other one with my pants on.”

  Van grinned with wicked intent at Calen. Before leaving the yard to join Philip, he pointed at Calen. “When I’m finished bringing in groceries, your ass is mine,” he stated in a strong sultry tone.

  Waggling his brows, he looked back down at his woman. “Lucky me,” he said.

  “Come on, lover,” Mel whispered to him. “We’ve got to be at the Welland’s in a couple of hours.”

  She expelled a hiss as he pulled his cock from her body. Entwining his fingers with hers, Calen pulled Mel to a sitting position and kissed her with fervor.

  “I love you,” she said softly against his lips, before wiggling from his grasp to dive under the water.

  After shucking his sopping shorts, Calen joined her for a swim.

  * * * * *

  As Philip drove his pickup up the driveway of Jake’s parent’s home, they were greeted with a “Happy Anniversary” banner strung from one pillar to the other, spanning the length of the porch. Balloons and streamers added to the decorations.

  Despite the fact that Jake’s father Ted built homes for a living, his mother Marjorie had fallen in love some twenty years earlier with the old two-story farmhouse they lived in. After purchasing the home, Ted spent the next couple of years renovating the five-bedroom home to his wife’s precise specifications.

  Melanie loved visiting them and their home. She found great peace when she roamed the vast property, taking advantage of the serenity, which at one time had been foreign to her. The house sat nestled amongst a small wooded area where the sounds of birds and
wildlife were present and soothing.

  Here, as when she visited Calen’s mom, Helen, or Philip’s dad, Dallas, she was considered family. She enjoyed the ribbing, the teasing, and the tormenting from Jake’s two older brothers. Something else she’d experienced was true female friendship with Jake’s sisters-in-law and Calen’s older sister. Mel also cherished the closeness she felt with her two mothers-in-law, Marjorie Welland and Helen Maxwell. In her opinion, the two women were the epitome of what a mother should be.

  Something Melanie had always wished for she now had. Family. People she loved and who loved her back…unconditionally.

  Climbing out of the vehicle, the hollering from Jake’s five-year-old nephew filled the air. “They’re here, Grandma, they’re here!”

  A barrage of people poured from the house filling the wooden wraparound porch, while others emerged from the backyard. The welcome they received at that moment was the norm for anyone visiting the Welland homestead.

  “It’s about time,” Jake’s eldest brother, Derrick, said in a gruff, playful manner, taking bags from Melanie’s hands. “What the hell took you guys so long?”

  Melanie prayed the heat flooding her cheeks would go unnoticed. Luck wasn’t on her side when Jake’s second eldest brother, Adam, met her gaze.

  “Oh, man.” He chuckled. “I don’t know how the hell you put up with the four of them,” he teased, pulling Mel against him in an embrace. “Surprised you made it here at all.”

  “Back off, asshole,” Jake grinned, giving his brother a jab to the shoulder.

  Adam then turned his torment to his younger brother and gave a playful swat to Jake’s belly. “Yeah, what are you gonna do, Jakey, huh?”

  “Stop it the pair of you.” Adam’s wife, Gabrielle, insinuated herself between the two men, placing a light peck on Jake’s cheek. “Hey, hon,” she called over to Mel. Then with narrowed eyes, she asked, “You feeling okay?”

  Before Melanie could answer, the child in Dallas Weston’s arms launched herself at Melanie. She grunted, taking a step back as the child made contact, surprised she’d caught the flying little girl at all.

  “Aunt Mel!” four-year-old Krissy squealed. “What did you bring me? What did you bring me?”

  “Krissy!” Gaby chastised her daughter with a gentle, motherly voice. “What have I told you about asking for presents? Hmm? It’s not polite.”

  “Sorry, Mama.” Krissy dropped her head and sniffled.

  “It’s my fault, Gaby.” Mel jumped to the little girl’s defense. “I encourage it.” She smiled an apology. “I never come empty-handed.” She shrugged.

  Van plucked the little girl from Mel’s arms and tossed her up into the air, making her giggle. When he caught her again, he turned back to Melanie. “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Mel waved off his concern. “She just caught me off guard, that’s all.” Reaching into the box of the pickup, Mel pulled out two gift bags and turned her attention to the two children now hovering around her legs. “Now, you know I wouldn’t come to see you two without bringing you a little something.” She returned the big grins from Krissy and her older cousin, Noah.

  “You don’t have to bring us presents, Aunt Melanie,” Noah said with a serious expression on his face. “We love you just because you’re you.”

  “I love you, too,” Mel told him. “And I like buying you two presents. So here you go, Noah,” she said, handing him a bag with toy cars decorating it.

  From the bag, Noah pulled a box containing a remote controlled Lego 4X4. “Wow! This is really cool.” Throwing his arms around Mel’s neck he said, “Thanks, Aunt Mel.”

  “You’re welcome, Toad,” she said using the nickname she’d given him when they first met. “You can put that together with your uncles. And for you, Miss Krissy, here is something for you and me to do together.” Mel handed the patient, yet dancing, little girl a bag covered with the Disney Princesses.

  Krissy peered into the top of the bag, and looked up with a big grin. Her green eyes sparkled with excitement.

  “You going to tell us what’s in the bag, Kriss?” Calen asked with a tug on her blonde pigtail.

  “It’s full of coloring books and crayons and markers and two new Barbie dolls,” she giggled reaching for Melanie’s hand. “Come on, Aunt Mel,” Krissy said pulling her. “Let’s go play.”

  * * * * *

  Taking a break from the coloring marathon with Krissy, Mel wandered into the farmhouse to find Marjorie Welland in her kitchen.

  “Need some help?” Mel asked, pulling a knife from the butcher’s block on the countertop.

  Marge glanced up from the fruit she was chopping with a broad smile. “It’s your day, sweetheart, you don’t have to help me. Besides I’ll only be a few minutes.”

  “Nonsense,” Mel stated pulling a couple of sweet peppers from the bag beside the double sink. “I’d like to spend some time alone with you.”

  “I’d like that too, hon,” Marge replied with a squeeze to Mel’s shoulders. “You really are great with those two kids, you know.”

  “Well it’s easy,” Mel replied. “They’re great kids.”

  “Have you and the boys ever talked about…”

  “No!” Mel blurted with more sharpness than intended, nearly taking the end of her finger off with the knife in her hand. “I mean…no.” She stated it flatly, hoping that conversation was over.

  Jesus, the thought of her being a mother gave her chills. There was no way she had what it takes to be a mother -- not with her past, she’d told herself more than once.

  This was the first time any of the parents had broached the subject of children with her. She knew the Wellands were eager for more grandchildren, and Jake’s brothers didn’t appear to be in any kind of a hurry to expand their family units.

  Two years before Melanie and her lovers formed their union, Calen’s father had passed from a major heart attack. A month later, Calen’s sister Carla suffered a severe miscarriage and she’d been told she would never again conceive.

  Then there was the Westons. Melanie adored Dallas Weston. A big burly man with long red hair and bushy beard, he reminded her of a younger version of Santa. Philip’s calm nurturing disposition came straight from his father. She had yet to meet Philip’s brother, Burke, as he was serving an extended tour of duty in Iraq and would be away from home for another six months. The Army wasn’t just his career, it was his life, and for now he chose to remain single and had never had children.

  Although Marge and Ted were Noah and Krissy’s biological grandparents, Helen Maxwell and Dallas Weston were referred to as their “grandparents,” as well. It was an honor both Helen and Dallas took great pride in and neither passed up the opportunity to spoil the two children just as their kin did, if not more. Calen, Van, and Philip all carried the title of “uncle,” and Carla, the children’s “aunt.”

  Over the past two years, Mel had witnessed firsthand the immense love their fragmented family shared. It didn’t matter that her lovers had been the best of friends for years before she’d come into the picture; the extended group never displayed false pleasantries between themselves. Each and every person, whether they be Welland, Maxwell, Dansk, or Weston, were truly in love with everyone else. That’s not to say they didn’t have their differences. But if one was in need, the others were eager to lend their support, no matter what. If one had something wonderful to share, they all enjoyed their excitement. And when something bad happened, it affected each of them.

  This was a family.

  Her family.

  A family she was incredibly proud to be a part of.

  The two continued to make small talk about the weather, the kids, the men, the business, and then she felt it. Standing at Marge’s kitchen counter slicing fresh vegetables, Mel felt the unmistakable weight of the older woman’s stare. It carried the same balance as that of her son.

  Ignoring it as long as she could, she finally flashed a grin to the woman standing beside her. “Tha
nk you for throwing this party for us, Marge,” Mel said. “It still amazes me how open and supportive you and Ted…well, actually, all of you are where our relationship is concerned.”

  “Are you kidding?” Marge chuckled. “You’re the best thing to happen to those, those, what’s your pet name for them?”

  “Barbarians.” Mel giggled. For several moments she allowed her thoughts to wander, recalling the exact moment she dubbed Van, Calen, Jake, and Philip, “barbarians.”

  During the two weeks following their first weekend together, Mel had been left to her wandering thoughts regarding the men’s motives for inviting her to join them in the first place. For days she’d agonized over the emotions the quartet had stirred in her. The feelings of belonging, being loved, and accepted that they’d shown her were overwhelming, a little frightening, and she’d craved more. Knowing the four men could bring her more. Together they’d unleashed a sexual need in her that only they could control, a fire they alone could extinguish.

  The four men had been regulars at the Taboo Delights nightclub, making numerous appearances every week. However, over the course of those very long fourteen days, Melanie hadn’t seen them once. Their absence left her wondering just what kind of man, who claimed to love a woman, would treat her the way that they had. She decided then only a “barbarian” could be so callous, so cold as to use a woman he claimed to care so much about.

  The pet name stuck.

  “That’s it, barbarians.” Marge nodded her agreement. “And it suits them.”

  “Well, off the record, Marge, they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  The older woman grabbed Mel around the shoulders and spun her around to face her. Tucking a stray curl behind her right ear, she stood silently studying Mel, the concern in her expression heavy.

  “You look tired, sweetie. Are your nightmares back?”

  The concern in Jake’s mom’s voice brought tears to Mel’s eyes. Blinking back the burn as the liquid threatened to fall, she smiled with fondness at the woman she’d grown very close to. “I’m fine, Marge. Honestly.”

  “Are you working too much at the club?”