Operation Ginger Avenger [Divine Creek Ranch 24] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “This shower is gonna be fast, okay?” she asked. “I’m interested in fooling around, but not in this slippery bathtub.” By herself, she could manage to maintain her footing. With him in there, she was liable to land on her ass.

  “Sounds like a good plan. Let me soap you up, though, okay? I want to play for a minute with these gorgeous breasts.”

  “If you must,” she said teasingly. “But what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

  Cocking his head, he gazed down at her and leaned down to kiss her lips. “Look at you, being all brave.”

  “Troy said almost those very words to me last night. It was so good, Tank. Both of you make me feel like I can handle anything.”

  Her pussy ached, and she trembled with heightened need as he gazed at her, the heat and hunger obvious in his hazel eyes. His cock grew even larger. She lathered up quickly, and then, without looking up at him, she took his cock in her hands. So hot, and hard enough it must’ve ached fiercely, the same way her pussy did. A thrill rippled up her spine as she imagined taking him inside her. Wetter by the second, she moaned quietly when he cupped one breast and trailed the fingers of his other hand down her front to her pussy. A soft growl emitted from his throat when his fingers encountered all the slick heat between her swollen lips.

  “I want you so much, darlin’. I need you,” he whispered as he backed her against the cool tile wall. His hands were everywhere all at once, and she gasped when he gripped her ass cheek with his other hand and slid his fingers to her asshole. Encompassed so intimately between his seductive fingers, she clenched but didn’t deny him when his stroking grew more insistent at both openings and he took her mouth in a deep kiss. His arms were gentle but firm as he embraced her, and her soapy breasts slid against him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight.

  He caught her just as her feet started to slide between his widespread ones. “You weren’t lying about this tub being slippery. Let’s get you rinsed off and out of here before we both wind up on the floor.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, ready to get out anyway.

  * * * *

  Tank wrapped her in a bath towel and pressed the one he’d gotten out for himself to her flushed cheek to catch stray drops of water.

  His dick was hard as granite and throbbing with his heartbeat. Anxious to get the show on the road didn’t describe how he felt adequately enough, but he watched her eyes and the tiny rapid pulse at her throat.

  The difference between anxious and fearful and flushed and excited was a small one, and possible to overlook. He wanted to be certain she hadn’t changed her mind. And then she turned those beautiful solemn eyes up to him.

  “I’m with you, Tank. I promise. I’m ready for this. And I’ll let you know if that changes for any reason.”

  Troy opened the bathroom door and grinned at them when he spotted them. “Hey, I have the bed turned down and thought Jess might like it if I lit some candles. Everything is ready in there, and it won’t take me but a couple of minutes to shower. You look beautiful,” he murmured as he leaned in to give Jess a kiss.

  Tank’s dick throbbed at the sight, and he groaned—not with jealousy but with need. The transition to sharing a woman hadn’t been without moments where he’d have liked Jessica all to himself, but he was sure that they could be happy sharing her.

  “Want us to wait?” she asked breathlessly when he released her and turned the shower back on.

  Troy chuckled, glanced at Tank’s bobbing dick, and said, “Don’t wait on me. I won’t be that long anyway. And Tank looks ready to get started now.”

  Tank’s dick verified the sentiment with a painful surge, and he nodded, easing Jessica into the bedroom.

  A slight hint of vanilla now tinged the air, and she gave a soft hum as she allowed him to take the towel from her. He tossed them to Troy and left the door to the bathroom open, signaling that he could watch if he wanted to. Tank planned to do what he’d wanted since that morning.

  He guided Jessica to the foot of the bed and whispered, “Climb onto the bed and show me your pussy.”

  A soft gasp was the only hint at her reaction, but she didn’t hesitate more than a second. She climbed up and looked over her shoulder at him, uncertainty in her eyes.

  “Woman, you have the sweetest-shaped ass I’ve ever seen. Just the right size to hold on to with both hands. Now show me all of you.”

  After a moment, she faced the headboard again and leaned forward to balance on her hands and knees. Slowly, she parted her knees and gripped handfuls of the comforter as she arched her back.

  A soft expletive sounded from the other room, and Tank grinned, knowing that Troy was enjoying the sight just as much as he was.

  Her pussy was swollen, slick with her arousal and the same rosy red flush as he’d seen in her cheeks and her lips earlier. He’d touched her that morning, brought her to a sweet orgasm, and now he wanted to touch and to taste her.

  Leaning down, he slid his tongue across her opening, loving the taste of her tangy juices. Her cunt was warm, and he licked her again, sliding the tip of his tongue between her lips and then over the swollen nub of her clit. Her arms nearly collapsed, pitching her slightly forward, a stifled, breathy moan filling the room.

  “Did you like that, Jess?”

  “Yes, oh more please,” she whispered. The shower shut off in the other room.

  A sort of lustful haze descended on him as he pressed deeper, grabbing hold of her hips to steady her, and licked and sucked at her swollen labia and teased her clit until he felt her nails on his arm and his shoulder.

  Alarmed he’d scared her, he was surprised when she pulled at him and said, “I need more, Tank. Please.”

  He followed her onto the bed, crawling over her as she reached the pillows and turned to her back. The light went off in the bathroom, and a whiff of fresh-scented soap heralded Troy’s arrival a moment before he joined them on the bed, still half-damp from the shower. Tank grinned. “In a hurry?”

  Troy gave a short affirming growl. “I wanted to watch…and help.” His eyes glittered with lust, and there was no mistaking the erection he sported. He opened the night table drawer and removed a small jar and unscrewed the lid.

  The sweet fragrance of coconut mingled with the vanilla scent of the candles, and Jessica said, “Where did that come from?”

  “I bought it,” Troy said as he scooped out a tiny bit. “I was worried you might be sore after last night.”

  “Sore?” Tank said as he narrowed his eyes at him and then glanced at her pussy. He hadn’t thought of that. She might not be ready, even though all outward signs showed she was aroused.

  “We made love more than once or twice,” Jessica said and then surprised them both by giggling. “Will you put it on me, Troy?”

  Jessica moaned when Troy stroked the little dollop of oil over her clit. It liquefied instantly, and she panted as Troy rubbed her clit for good measure. “Oh, that feels so good.” Tank took a little and groaned as he eased it over his rigid shaft.

  “You like having two men pay attention to you?” Troy asked, his husky voice betraying his own need, even as he eased back from the two of them and stroked the oil remaining on his fingers onto his own cock.

  “I think I do.” She turned all her attention on Tank and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he settled his knees between her thighs, spreading them wider. “I want you, Tank. Right now.”

  Her hips were lush and warm in his hands as he grasped her and lifted her a little, aligning her little cunt with the head of his shaft. The first soft, slick touch of her nearly undid him as the head parted her lips. His hips thrust in an almost involuntary motion, as if his body was on autopilot. He held back that instinct, though, wanting to take his time to make sure he didn’t hurt her and because he wanted to watch his dick slide slow into her tight, slippery depths. This wasn’t a moment to rush. That’d come soon but not yet.

  She arched her back, but he held her in place,
shivers rippling up and down his spine when he felt the way she tightened on his cock with her movements. Heaven.

  “You’re so big,” she moaned. “Go slow, okay?”

  “Don’t worry, baby.” Tank looked to Troy. “Rub her clit with more oil. I want her to feel good.”

  “I do, I do, I promise,” she murmured. “You’re just so big. It’s amazing. Want you so much,” she said as she went limp on the pillow and closed her eyes as she arched against him. She was so beautiful like that. She took his breath away.

  Troy scooped a tiny bit more from the open jar and breathed out slow as he brushed it against her clit and then began a slow circular motion with a couple of fingers.

  Jessica tensed, and Tank groaned as the oil and her own juices coated his cock, and she arched to try to take more of him. “That’s so good, Troy. Oh, Tank, don’t stop.”

  He didn’t think he could at that point as the last tenuous hold on his libido slipped and he thrust, gently at first, watching as she took several more inches of his cock, and then deeper and deeper until he was seated so deeply inside her all he could do was thrust, over and over, reveling in her quiet moans and her soft unintelligible words. He’d managed to stay upright as he took her, maybe subconsciously wanting his best friend to watch as he claimed her, as well. He pulled almost all the way out and then slid deep. The sensation was the ultimate pleasure and torture all at once, and he did it again, growling as the animal side of his nature took over, watching his length slide deep over and over. Her pussy was hot and liquid, tight and silky as he pumped harder, and he leaned forward, bracing himself so he could kiss her and watch her lovely face.

  Troy removed his hand and continued stroking his cock as she whispered encouragement to Tank, lifting her thighs and changing the angle of her pelvis, tightening her grip on his surging cock.

  Troy said, “You are so beautiful, Jess, all of you. Your pussy is so gorgeous, taking his cock. You’re making me so hard watching the two of you go at it. How does Tank feel?”

  “So big. So much! And oh so good!” He changed the angle of his thrusts, and she gasped. “Oh, yes! More just like that. I’m going to come, Tank. More! Don’t stop!”

  She held on tight and rocked her hips, tightening her grip on him with the rocking motion of her hips. He’d never had anything so sublimely pleasurable in his entire life as this beautiful, giving woman.

  “Yes! I’m coming,” she whispered, tightening her arms around his neck until she was practically strangling him. His woman tightened her legs and fucked him for all he was worth, her glorious cunt clenching as she rode him until his control finally burst and hot streams of his seed pulsed into her sweet depths.

  At the last millisecond, he stifled his triumphant shout into a pitiful sounding grunt as he came. His head feeling like it was about to explode. “Fuck,” he growled, his hands shaking as he gripped her tightly as his head collapsed onto her shoulder.

  When enough blood returned to his brain to reboot it, he lifted his head. “Are you okay?”

  Her wide smile was radiant, and she nodded as she stroked his hot cheek. “Yeah, I’m all right. Better than all right. Was it good?”

  “Hell yes,” he groaned, making only a halfhearted attempt to move. His arms were braced so he wasn’t smashing her, but he doubted his ability to stand up. Finally, worried that he was crushing her with the rest of him, he reluctantly pulled away, immediately missing the silky warmth of her skin and the sweet, still pulsing depths of her pussy. All he could manage was to roll to the side, but he quickly regained his faculties when he watched as she leaned over to kiss him and then reached for Troy.

  The girl had stamina when she made her mind up about something, that was for certain.

  “Baby…” Troy whispered halfheartedly, obviously wanting her, judging by the state of his dick, but also cautious about how much she could handle.

  “I’m yours, too, aren’t I, Troy? Then that means you’re mine. And I want you.” She turned her gaze to Tank. “Isn’t that right? You’re mine, too?”

  “All yours, Jess. However you want us.”

  “I don’t think I could handle a threesome tonight. That’s going to take some preparation, I understand. But if you’re mine, then I want this, together.”

  Tank raised a brow at Troy. “What the lady wants…”

  “The lady gets,” Troy finished for him. He smoothed a bit more of the oil on his erection and smiled when she spread her legs wide, making it easy for Tank to see as Troy’s cock rubbed against her lips and teased her clit.

  Troy’s voice was deep and husky as he teased her slowly and said, “I’m looking forward to playing with your sweet little asshole, darlin’, getting you ready for us to take you at the same time. You’ll really let us do that?”

  “Yes. Oh, yes.” She arched her back and flexed her hips, teasing the head of Troy’s cock until he couldn’t take it anymore and slid deep with the first thrust.

  “Yesss,” he murmured. “You feel so good, darlin’. So silky and sweet. I love your little pussy.”

  “My pussy loves you, too, cowboy. Both of you,” she added, reaching out a hand to Tank, drawing him a little closer so he could see better.

  Troy cupped her full breasts and squeezed them gently as he thrust, giving her every inch of his length over and over until Tank felt an answering tingle in his formerly comatose soldier. But this was Troy’s moment, and he wanted him to have it without distraction, so he watched.

  Her pussy grew slicker, and the sounds their bodies made as they pounded together was hypnotic, the rhythm growing erratic. Troy reached down and rubbed her clit while he continued fucking her until Jessica moaned, nodded, and whispered, “More, harder, just like that, please!”

  “Yes, come, baby,” Troy growled, giving it to her just the way she asked for it until her back bowed and her body pumped against his as she panted, stifling her cries of ecstasy that were no less beautiful because they were nearly silent. Even in her passion, she cared about others.

  Her panting ratcheted up a notch as Troy continued, letting loose with unrestrained lust until he held her hips tightly to him and groaned deeply.

  “Yes.”

  She lay limp under him, her breasts a beautiful pearlescent sheen in the candlelight as she caught her breath, a rosy flush tracing over her chest and throat.

  Troy crouched over her, panting, head bowed, his face relaxed in completion. “So good.”

  “Mmm,” she intoned as she reached up to stroke his cheek, the sound of a day’s growth of whiskers rasping in her palm. “You make me feel so good. Like everything is going to be all right.”

  Troy lifted his head and tried to smile. “We’ll take care of you, darlin’, and do our best to make sure of it.”

  After a minute, the three of them curled up in the bed together. Thankfully, they fit on it together. Although, he could see the appeal of having one of those great big custom beds that the Garner brothers had made for several of their friends. He’d have to look into that soon.

  For now, they drifted, finally free to hold her in the night and chase her demons away for her.

  Chapter Twenty

  It rained the following day and stayed overcast with a hint of a fall nip in the air. Instead of going swimming in the chilly creek, Jessica offered to take Bella to visit Grace and the baby since they’d come home the day after Calliope was born. Grace had assured her that they were welcome and that Rose Marie would be happy to have a friend over to play with. Grace had also hinted at a surprise visitor that Bella would be excited to see.

  Tank and Troy had continued with the watchdog routine, having just dropped them off at the ranch house and continued down the drive to pay the men of the Divine Creek Ranch a visit.

  Jessica giggled, keeping her hand on her little girl’s shoulders as she practically pranced in place at the Warner’s front door.

  “Can I ring it?”

  “Yes,” Jessica said, pointing to the doorbell. “But just once�
��Bella,” she groused when Bella gleefully pushed the button three times in a row.

  The little girl gave her a big-eyed look that reminded Jessica of Tank. “What? It’s whatcha do at a friend’s house, right?”

  “Not when there’s an itty-bitty baby asleep and a tired mama hoping it stays that way.”

  The door swung open, and they were greeted by the gleeful smile of a sweet elderly friend. “Grandma Kate!”

  Bella squealed loud enough to rattle the windows and raised her arms to be picked up. “Gwamma Kate! It’s Gwamma Kate! Gwamma Kate is here with us!”

  Kate Benedict’s shoulders shook, and her amused chuckle was echoed by several others inside as she lifted Bella into her arms. “Well now, are you my Bella-girl? I’m not so sure since the last time I saw her she was this big!” She held her thumb and index fingers close together, and Bella giggled gleefully.

  “I grew up! I’m your Bella-girl!”

  “You sure did grow up and grew prettier, too, just like your mama. How are you, darlin’?” Kate said as she reached the other arm out to encompass Jessica.

  “Wonderful,” Jessica said, surprised when emotion clogged her throat. “Just…perfect.”

  Kate pulled back with expectation in her gaze. “I like the sound of that.” The wise woman took one look in her misty eyes, smiled, and gently wrapped her in another hug, all while holding on to squirmy Bella. “I want to hear all about it, but first…you, Miss Bella, are getting entirely too big for this old woman to hold on to.”

  “You’re not old, Gwamma Kate, you’re undweemable!”

  Grandma Kate giggled, an entirely girlish sound coming from the venerable lady. “Undweemable? Is that even a word?”

  “Undweemable! Am I dweeming?” Bella said, putting her hands on her cheeks and feigning surprise.

  Grace giggled from the living room and said, “There’s no drama at all in that girl.”