Penn, Jenny - Chasing Lacie [Sea Island Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  “Oh, yes!” Lacie cried, strung out on the blissful delight of being ridden by both her mates but needing something more. “Together, give it to me. Together.”

  Lacie screamed as her body splintered into a million tiny fireballs as Chance and Davis gave in to her command, fucking her in unison with hard, brutal strokes. The small shards of piercing flames collapsed into each other, growing into a bonfire of delight as her body began to tense, anticipating the second, more powerful explosion to come.

  They all began to pick up speed, Davis’s thrusts becoming faster, more demanding as he fucked into her clenching cunt. Chance matched his savagery, his hand coming up to play with her breasts, rolling, pinching, and pulling her nipples until Lacie bucked wildly under the pleasure of their administrations.

  Everything blurred. She could no longer distinguish one sensation from another until her whole world exploded. Lacie screamed as the furious spasms ripped through her taut body. Pleasure crashed over her in mind-numbing waves, taking her so far out of her body that her world crumpled.

  She was vaguely aware of her mates’ shouts of fulfillment deepening her screams of release as they both shot hot jets of semen into her. Lost in a world defined only by searing ecstasy, she collapsed into sobs. Her two lovers joined her in the bliss of ecstasy a moment later, and Lacie felt herself being flooded with the proof of their releases.

  Collapsing in a sweaty heap, Lacie lost track of time once again. Feeling as lifeless as a plastic doll and definitely not stronger than one, she didn’t even have the strength to sigh. Neither did she have the room.

  With Chance’s weight crushing her into Davis’s unforgiving hardness, Lacie barely had space to gasp for the breath she so desperately needed. If somebody didn’t move soon, she might very well expire right there.

  Lacie should be so lucky to die this happy. Of course, she’d be luckier to live to see another round. As if sensing her dilemma, Chance roused above her. Lifting up, he made her groan as his cock dragged over the still shuddering walls of her ass. With a pop, he slid free.

  Finally, Lacie could draw in enough air to start slowing her racing heart. Taking that sigh she’d been fighting for, Lacie let her eyes drift closed and curled deeper into Davis’s secure hold. With the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her ear, she gave over to the peace invading her body.

  That lasted a whole second before the world literally started to float away. With a startled squeak, she wrapped her hands around Chance’s neck as he pulled her free of Davis’s hold. The little squeal turned into a groan as the cock keeping her cunt warm and satisfied slipped free, leaving her aching and empty again.

  “I was comfortable, you know?” She grumbled, twining her arms around Chance’s neck as he pulled her onto her back.

  “You were getting ready to pass out,” Chance corrected her, using his weight to keep her pinned to the mattress. “And we haven’t even gotten started.”

  Lacie stared up at him, wishing she could just give into the moment but some part of her needed him to understand.

  “It doesn’t matter you know. All the punishment in the world won’t change the fact that I won’t be left behind while you two go risk your lives to keep me safe.”

  That declaration wiped the satisfaction from Chance’s gaze and brought a scowl to his features. “And how about being left tied up and caged? Do you want it to come to that?”

  She didn’t but would force him to those extremes if she had to. “We die together or we live together. Whatever the future holds, it holds it for us.”

  “Spoken like a true mate, honey.” Davis curled into her other side, his smile wide and content. “But there isn’t going to be any dying, only living and loving.”

  “You can promise me that?”

  “We can,” Chance vowed. “I can promise you that by the end of two weeks our men will have caught Carver and eliminated the threat, but you have to promise to stay here with us, underground, until they do.”

  “And then?” Lacie held her breath, not wanting to spend the rest of her life in captivity.

  “Then?” Davis’s features scrunched up in a comical look of concentration before relaxing with a sudden revelation. “How about a honeymoon?”

  Lacie laughed at his hopeful look. “So you’re going to lock me up in a hotel room on some tropical island next?”

  “No need, baby. We can do it just about anywhere.”

  Lacie’s grin dimmed as the sincerity of that statement sank in. “Don’t push it, Chance.”

  “Okay, then how about we just go home and live happily ever after? Does that work for you, honey?”

  It most certainly did. While Lacie might wish that the happily ever after didn’t have to wait, she’d stick in it with Davis and Chance as long as it took to get there.

  Epilogue

  “Are those the beads your daughter likes?”

  Shelly Lynn’s head snapped up as that question washed over her. Deep and husky, it felt like a caress and matched the molten pools of chocolate she found gazing down at her. Her breath catching in the back of her throat, Shelly stared back up at him in blind wonderment.

  “My daughter loves this stuff, got so many beads I’m not sure if I can find anything she doesn’t already have.”

  He turned to glare at the racks of bags containing an endless selection of multicolored beads. Amazingly enough, he was just as gorgeous in profile. All the hard, purely masculine angles made him look like some Grecian god. And he was talking to her.

  “Oh, man.” Even his chuckles felt like an erotic invitation. Casting an eye at her basket, he shook his head. “It looks like your girl has an even worse addiction.”

  “What?” Blinking down at the bags of beads she’d been loading into her overstuffed buggy, Shelly tried to catch up on the conversation before she made herself look like a complete idiot. A part of her figured that had already started to happen.

  “Your daughter,” he provided helpfully. “She’s really into the craft thing, huh?”

  “Oh, no. No.” Shelly shook her head, responding instinctively to the first part of his comment. “This isn’t for my kids. I don’t have kids. I work at the youth center. Well, that’s just for the summer. I’m helping out, but I actually have a job. I’m a teacher. I teach first grade.”

  And she could babble like a moron. Shelly kept telling herself to shut up, but the words stumbled out all on their own. Each one fed the spiraling sense that she really was making a complete ass out of herself.

  This was exactly why Shelly didn’t date, because she’d never grown up enough to talk to an attractive man without acting like a besotted school girl. Surely the man now had to realize she’d developed a major interest in him and should be slowly backing away.

  Only he didn’t. Instead he smiled, sharing a warmth that helped calm Shelly’s frazzled nerves. “Teacher, huh? I can see that.”

  “It’s the hair.” That thought just popped right out of her mouth, making her blush burn hotter. It was probably a lot more than that, but he had the graciousness not to point that out.

  “Nah. It’s the sweetness.”

  That was a compliment. Shelly stared up at him, unable to fathom how to respond with her mind preoccupied analyzing that comment.

  “It’s nice, you know,” he continued on, probably because she was staring mutely up at him like a twit. “To know Sarah will be in a school where teachers so obviously care.”

  “Sarah?”

  “My daughter.”

  Daughter, he’d said daughter, which implied having a wife. Shelly really had lost her mind. Time to stop fantasizing about things that never would be, pull her dignity out of the gutter, and start acting like a teacher talking to a parent. Taking a deep breath to fortify her defenses, Shelly plastered on her best fake smile.

  “Oh, well. I don’t think Sarah will be going to my school. I work up north in Oaktown. I just came to Danville to buy supplies.” It didn’t all come out sounding as smooth and sophisticated a
s Shelly would have liked, but at least she’d managed to stop before inappropriately running on.

  “Oaktown?” He scowled slightly. “I think that’s on my route. You said a youth center? That might be good for Sarah, give her a chance to meet some new friends and have some fun.”

  He cast a second, pointed glance at her buggy. “And it looks like you guys have fun. She could do with some of that. It’s hard, you know, for a girl to grow up without a mother.”

  “Oh.” Shelly bit her lip, unsure of what to say about that bit of news. “Well, we do have a lot of fun. Lots of crafts and games, trips to the pool and the bowling alley. Some of the ranchers even let us take tours, and the kids get to see and pet all the animals. Well, not the bulls because that would be dangerous.”

  She was treading very close to babbling, so Shelly just stopped right there despite all the other things she wanted to tell him.

  “It does sound great. I bet Sarah would really love to see the animals...and I wouldn’t mind getting to see you again.”

  Shelly’s heart fluttered at the shy glance he gave her. The hint of hopeful anticipation in his voice made her feel strangely confident, giving her the ability to respond like a normal person would. “You could if you wanted to, but wouldn’t that be a long drive?”

  “It’s never too far a drive to find happiness.”

  “I guess not.” That line might be sappy, but it didn’t stop her from warming beneath it. Feeling it was time to make a bold move, she extended her hand. “I’m Shelly, Shelly Lynn.”

  “It’s nice to meet you Shelly.” He took her fingers in his warm grip and she about melted. “I’m TJ Carver.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I live near Charleston, SC with my two biggies, my dogs. I have had a slightly unconventional life. Moving almost every three years, I’ve had a range of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the world’s largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I’ve always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one.

  Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, and as a latchkey kid, I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.

  I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old fashion kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.

  I’ve worked on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the ‘anything goes’ mentality and letting my imagination run wild.

  I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.

  Also by Jenny Penn

  Ménage Amour: Deception

  Ménage Everlasting: Jamie’s Revenge

  Ménage Everlasting: Tanners’ Angel

  Ménage Everlasting: Kansas Heat

  Ménage Amour: Cattleman’s Club 1: Patton’s Way

  Ménage Everlasting: Cattleman’s Club 2: Hailey’s Game

  Ménage Everlasting: Cattleman’s Club 3: Rachel’s Seduction

  Ménage Amour: Tasty Treats, Volume 1: Rachel’s Seduction

  Ménage Amour: Tasty Treats, Volume 3: Claiming Kristen

  Ménage Amour: The Cowboys’ Curse 1: Sweet Dreams

  Siren Classic: Sea Island Wolves 1: Mating Claire

  Ménage Amour: Sea Island Wolves 2: Taming Samantha

  Ménage Everlasting: Sea Island Wolves 3: Claiming Kristen

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