Finding Satisfaction [Satisfaction, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  “Are you okay?” Murphy’s voice was worried.

  “I’m fine. More than fine, really.” Jess tried to reassure him. “That was just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Thank you for letting me share it.”

  She tiptoed up to kiss him, but it wasn’t enough, so she reached up and pulled his head down. He tried to take control of the kiss, but she immediately pulled back.

  “First things first. Murphy the dog and then dinner. I am starving.”

  “Murphy will be fine. He’s with Ren who’ll show him the dog door. They’ll be able to come and go at will. In the meantime, come up to the house and let me make you dinner.”

  “You don’t have to cook for me. We can call for pizza or something. Or maybe I can make a run to the diner.”

  “Not on your life. I may not look like it, but I am a gourmet chef.”

  “Really?”

  “No. I hate cooking.” He grinned. “But my mom made sure I knew how to feed myself and they do say that the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach!” Jess smiled as she misquoted. She followed Murphy into the house, pausing only to freshen up in the downstairs bathroom he indicated, before heading through the spacious living room and into the huge eat-in kitchen.

  “You like?”

  “I like!”

  “This is basically the original farmhouse on steroids. The stone fireplace is original, but this kitchen was actually the original great room that was kitchen, dining room, and living room all in one. My parents expanded and I’ve put my own touches on the place, but you won’t get to see those until we head upstairs.”

  “Oh, really?” Jess felt her stomach do flip-flops at the thought of what he might be hinting at.

  “Yup. But first things first. I was planning on grilling some steaks, but if you want chicken or pork, I have that, too,” he stated as he washed his hands thoroughly.

  “No, steaks are fine.”

  “Great. I’ve had two marinating all day. I’ve got the potatoes and veggies ready to go. I’m just going to set the steaks on the grill and do the salad. Then I’m going to take a shower and you can set the table and keep an eye on our food.”

  Jess watched Murphy navigate the kitchen with the practiced movements of someone who’d done this before. It was nice to see a man who wasn’t helpless or pretending to be helpless in the kitchen just because there was a woman around.

  When everything was cooking nicely, he gave her a peck on the cheek, pointed her to the sideboard with the plates and cutlery, and then headed upstairs.

  * * * *

  Murphy entered the master bedroom, moving quickly to keep from throwing Jess down on the table and fucking her brains out. Closing the door behind him, he half hoped she’d followed him so they could have shower sex like her and Cole, but another part of him wanted their first time to be unique.

  He showered in record time and then returned to the bedroom, changing into his good jeans. Hell, he was a cowboy. That was as dressy as he got. He considered footwear. That was more challenging. On one hand, he wanted to impress her with his fancy footwear, but on the other hand, boots could be challenging to remove and he didn’t want to kill the mood.

  He decided to go barefoot but to put on one of his nicest Western shirts, black silk with mother-of-pearl buttons and the fancy stitching. He’d leave it open, though, to continue the casual barefoot theme.

  Murphy looked in the mirror and frowned, returning to the bedroom to shave. He didn’t want to irritate her delicate skin when he ate her pussy. Then he retrieved a box of condoms from the drawer on the left. He took out a handful and placed them in the night table on the left of the bed and then some more in the night table on the right.

  He looked around. The bed was made with fresh sheets. He thought of setting out some candles and making things really romantic. He’d bought a bunch in town, thinking they might set a nice mood, but now he was torn. If he lit them, they’d burn down before they finished eating, and if he didn’t light them, it might kill the mood if he stopped to light them. He sighed and arranged a few artistically, he hoped, on the dresser and the window ledge. That would have to do.

  He took one last look in the mirror. He was almost forty. There were silver streaks at his temples that some women had told him looked distinguished. He just thought they made him look old, but hopefully Jess liked them.

  He walked to the door and then hesitated. Maybe he should beat one out so he’d last longer when they made love. He should probably have done that during his shower. On the other hand, it wasn’t like they were coming right back upstairs. They had to eat first and then digest their food. Beating one off would be a waste he reasoned and walked out of the room decisively.

  He found himself practically running down the stairs in his enthusiasm to see Jess again. He stopped abruptly at the kitchen door to drink in the sight of her laughing down at the two dogs, making them sit up and beg for a treat.

  Hell, if she smiled at him that way, he’d sit up and beg, too.

  Some Dom he was. They hadn’t even fucked and she could probably lead him around by the balls, and he’d be happy to let her. His hand still itched to feel her rounded ass as he put his mark on it, turned it a delightful shade of pink, but for now, he was more concerned with getting her into his bed. She was just passing through Satisfaction on her way to her brother’s, and he and Cole had decided to do everything they could to make her stay. She was a writer. She could write here as well as anywhere, couldn’t she? And with the two of them working, she wouldn’t have to worry about getting up at four a.m. and schlepping food around. Instead, she could spend her days at the ranch writing to her heart’s content and getting her brains fucked out by the two of them at night.

  It had seemed like an excellent plan when they had discussed it, but it had been a fantasy of a woman that they barely knew. Now she was here at his house, standing in his kitchen playing with his dog, and the scene looked just right. Even her damned dog looked right at home. He walked in, and the woman and the two dogs turned to look at him. It was four-legged Murphy who moved first, coming over to greet the other Murphy. Why did the dog have to have the same name as him? It had been a good icebreaker, but now it just got confusing.

  “Murphy, do you have a middle name?” Clearly, Jess had been thinking along the same lines.

  “Sorry. Murphy Smith is all I’ve got.”

  “I guess I’m going to have to start calling you Smith then, because I’m not renaming my dog.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He smiled and walked over to her, taking her in his arms. “You can call me anything you want to, sugar, including hey you.” Then he leaned down to kiss her, his cock straining in his jeans. He pressed his torso against her, making sure she felt his desire.

  “Well, Murphy Smith, why don’t you check on the steaks while I serve the salad? And I hope you don’t mind, but I saw the wine you had chilling, and I’ve opened it to let it breathe. I’ll pour us both a glass, if you like.”

  Murphy liked very much. He adjusted his pants as he went out to the grill. He had a feeling that it was going to be a very good night.

  * * * *

  An hour later, they were lounging on pillows on the rug in the living room in front of a roaring fire while they sipped wine and ate a dessert of fresh berries and cream. Murphy was half sitting, half lying against the pillows, and Jess was lying on her side, looking at him nibbling on a strawberry. He watched as a drop of cream dripped down the side of her mouth, and as she raised a hand to brush it away, he couldn’t help himself.

  “Stop!” He practically shouted at her. Smooth, Smith. Very smooth!

  “Excuse me?” Her tone was amused. Luckily Jess seemed to be in tune with him. He leaned forward, watching as she stuck her tongue out and to the side, wiggling it.

  “But, Smith. I can’t reach it with my tongue. How am I ever going to get this cream off my cheek?”

  The minx. She’d done it deliberately. He leaned forward, onto his knees.

/>   “Allow me.” Leaning down, he placed his face beside hers, reached out with his tongue, and licked the cream off her cheek. Then he settled back on his heels, his breath starting to come heavier. He was almost lightheaded, so much of his blood flow being concentrated in his cock. He wanted her so bad, but the mood was so mellow. He didn’t want to rush her and scare her off, but he desperately wanted to sink into her body and claim her.

  “Thank you, kind sir!” She smiled and used the remains of the berry to scoop up another huge dollop of cream, which didn’t even make it anywhere near her mouth, instead dropping down her chest and sliding lower, into her cleavage. “Oops!”

  She lay back. “Sir, I think I need your help again.” Tugging down the neckline of her tank top, she looked at him and fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. “If you please?”

  “Oh, I please.”

  Murphy felt like he practically went airborne as he launched himself at her, burying his face in her cleavage, licking and sucking up every vestige of the cream. He buried his face between her luscious breasts, his mouth moving in the space between the two round globes while his hands came up, sliding under the edge of her top until he was gripping her breasts through her bra.

  His mouth moved restlessly across her top, stopping to nuzzle her erect nipples through the layers of fabric. Frustrated, he looked up at her, holding her gaze as he grasped the hem of her tank and lifted it up and off her so that she was only wearing her bra. Now he could push those pesky cups aside and get to her puckered nipples, suckling one and then the other while his hands moved lower, undoing the waistband of her jeans and pushing them down and off so that she was laying in front of the fire clad only in her bra and panties. He knelt again, looking down at her, ready to come in his pants. She was beautiful. Perfect.

  “You’re overdressed.”

  He started as she surged to her knees to grip the edges of his shirt, pushing them down over his shoulders and then tossing the shirt to one side. Then she reached for his belt buckle, but he had to force himself to push her hands away.

  “Not yet.”

  “But I want to touch you.”

  “And I want you to touch me, but the second you do, I’m going to go off like a rocket. Since I’d like our first time to be a bit more memorable for you, you’ll have to let me take charge of this. Once I’ve made you come a few times, then I’ll take my pants off and fuck you fast the first time. And then I’ll do it again slower. And maybe a third time after I carry you up to my bed. And then again during the night. And then…”

  And then he had to stop talking because Jess was kissing him hard on the mouth. He laughed and kissed her back. He and Cole were going to have to have a little talk with her about how this Dom and sub business was supposed to work, but for now, he wanted her and she wanted him, and then he stopped thinking at all.

  Chapter 10

  Jess writhed under Murphy’s mouth. He was using his fingers and tongue to drive her crazy. He’d told her to hold onto the legs of the heavy carved coffee table. No, he’d ordered her, but she was happy to oblige as he licked and sucked and fingered her pussy. That man’s tongue should be bronzed or something. He’d used it to lick every square inch of the skin between her pussy lips, carefully avoiding her clit. Then he licked his way down almost to her bottom hole and then headed back up again until he was circling her pussy with his tongue. She moaned in frustration as he tormented her, pushing his tongue inside her only fractionally more with each circle.

  And then he pulled out again and she was going to protest when she felt one large finger pushing in. Yes! But then it was out again and she wanted to weep. She could feel his warm breath on her clit. She flexed her hips and could feel his breath again as he laughed before pressing two fingers inside her, pushing them deep, their way eased by the copious amounts of cream her body was producing. Hell, there would probably be a damp spot on the rug by the time they were done.

  The stretch felt good. His fingers were large and firm and, oh, god, now there was a third one, and now all three fingers were moving in and out, in and out. She laid her head back and just let herself feel. That lasted only a minute as she felt his mouth close on her clit and suck. Hard.

  She screamed as she felt her climax slam through her out of nowhere. There had been no warning, no advance notice. One second she was enjoying the twin sensations of his fingers and his mouth, and the next she was bucking hard, her pussy clamping down on his fingers.

  He curled those fingers forward, scraping lightly against that precious bundle of nerves at the front of her pussy, her G-spot. At the same time as he bit down lightly on her clit and she could feel her eyes roll back in her head as a second, even more powerful climax slammed through her as she screamed with pleasure.

  As if he’d gotten the signal he’d been waiting for, Murphy surged up her body, having undone his pants and donned a condom without her noticing, and pushed his rampant cock inside her pussy, until he was buried to the hilt and she could feel the edge of his zipper against her bottom.

  He stayed still for a second, as if trying to control his own ragged breathing. Then he picked up her legs, placing her feet on his shoulders. He adjusted his hips so he was inside her even more deeply, if that was possible, and her tender clit was pressed against his rough pubic hair.

  Gripping her hips firmly, he started moving. He wasn’t gentle as he drove towards his own orgasm. As he’d warned her, it didn’t take long before his latex-covered cock was twitching inside her as he held himself deep and shot load after load into the condom, triggering yet another climax in Jess. This one almost seemed to move through her in slow motion, in wave after wave of pleasure so powerful it was almost painful, especially since she’d already come twice.

  When he was finished, he reluctantly pulled out of her, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash before pulling his pants all the way off and returning to cuddle Jess and found himself quickly dropping off to sleep.

  * * * *

  Murphy wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he woke back up, but the fire had burned down to just a few glowing embers and he could see the two dogs curled up together beside it. Who wasn’t nearby was Jess. He sat up abruptly, startling the dogs, when he realized that she wasn’t in his arms where she’d so recently been.

  Had she left?

  He stood up and listened. He could hear her voice coming from the kitchen. Not bothering with his pants, Murphy moved swiftly and silently until he was close enough to hear what she was saying.

  “…it’s not going to happen, Lance. Get it through your head. It’s all over. You’ve lost.”

  “What the—” Murphy charged into the kitchen as he could hear the angry response from the phone.

  “I’m going to kill you, you bitch!”

  He grabbed the phone from her. “Fuck off, asshole!”

  “Who the hell are you?”

  “I’m the son of a bitch that’s going to kick your ass if you come within fifty miles of my woman!”

  “Give it up, cowboy. Bang her as much as you want. She’s a great lay. But sooner or later I’m going to find her, and then she’s a dead wom—”

  Murphy threw the phone to the ground, effectively cutting off the tirade as it shattered into several pieces.

  He looked over at Jess who was shaking as she moved toward the wreckage of the phone and then stomped it into even smaller pieces before turning back to him, tears in her eyes. He pulled her to him, his need to comfort her all he could think about, at least until her shaking stopped. He sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and pulled her onto his lap. They were both naked, which was not the generally accepted mode of comforting someone who has just gotten a death threat, but he didn’t want to lose the moment by stopping to get dressed.

  Eventually, her shaking stopped and she tried to get off his lap. He held tight, and she settled for pulling back and looking up at him.

  “I’ll go now.”

  “No.”

  “I have
to. That’s my crazy ex. He’s closing in.”

  “He threatened your life! Let me call the sheriff.”

  “He’s exaggerating. He’s just trying to make my life miserable to get back at me for dumping me. Damn. It’s only a matter of time until he finds me.”

  “How?”

  He watched her thinking hard and waited. Finally, he saw her face start to clear as she’d made some sort of decision. He wasn’t sure, though, just what she’d decided.

  He made his own decision, standing up with her in his arms.

  “It’s after midnight. We’re going upstairs to bed, and in the morning, I’m going to call Cole and we are going to talk.”

  “Murphy…”

  “No more talking. He cut her off because he didn’t think he’d like what she had to say. In the morning, he and Cole would present a united front, and together they’d figure out how to protect her and get her out of whatever kind of jam she was in. “You are going to accept our help. We’ll figure this out. Together.”

  He stood with her in his arms, waiting to see if she’d argue or struggle, but she just lay quietly, which bothered him more than if she’d protested.

  Striding quickly, he carried her up to his bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. Then he slid between her legs, bracing himself on his forearms, leaned down, and kissed her softly, deeply, and he hoped, with promise.

  He kept kissing her until he felt her body start to relax, and when he reached between her legs to test her readiness, he found that she was wet for him. Donning another condom, he slid inside her, moving slowly and gently, drawing things out as long as he could until he felt her writhing under him, trying to make him speed up and give her the friction she needed, but instead, he did something she didn’t expect. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

  Chapter 11

  Jess sat up abruptly, driving Murphy’s huge cock even more deeply inside her. She looked down at him, waiting, but he just smiled in the shadows and placed his hands on her hips, waiting. Tentatively, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders, and lifted her hips up before settling them back down again. The drag of his cock inside her pussy felt good, so she did it again. And again.