The Sweetest Dish [Sweet Serenity 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Mia Ashlinn

  Jared stiffened but did nothing otherwise. He didn’t speak or lift his head. He didn’t even move a muscle.

  While she got comfortable—as comfortable as she could—Randy took a seat at one of the rocking chairs in the corner of the room. Not a second later, Drew sat down in the other.

  “We love you,” Drew murmured. He leaned back in the chair before crossing his ankle over his other leg. “We don’t mind you wanting to protect us. It shows how much you love us. But not like this. Not when you have to give us half-truths and suffer through something of this magnitude alone.”

  Jared put the screws to her. “What if the tables were turned? Would you want us to hide things from you just so that you wouldn’t get upset? Would you want half-truths and sneaking around?” Finally glancing at her, he took her left hand in his. “You need to understand that this isn’t about whether or not you can have a baby. It’s about so much more. We don’t care that you might not be able to have our baby. Yes, it’s disappointing, but we have other options.”

  Jared’s kindness usually put her at ease. Not this time. Right now, his compassion brought up an intense wave of guilt. She’d fucked up royally. They’d done nothing wrong. But here Jared sat, practically consoling her. It was surreal.

  Drew dropped his foot to the floor. A thunk could be heard from the noise of his big work boot slamming into the floor. “What worries me is that you hid this from us, you suffered through something that obviously hurt you without us. What will happen next time? What if, God forbid, you get sick or hurt? What about when you’re stressed out over something? Are you going to come to us?” He rocked his chair back and forth, his nervous energy exuding from him. “Because I can’t handle not being there for you. I can’t stand the thought of not protecting you and taking care of you. When I married you, it was for better or for worse. Not for better or for worse—as long as it doesn’t upset me or stress me out.”

  “Yeah,” Randy agreed with his older brother, as usual. “The hard times will bond us together. Just like this fight will. We are a team, and you know what they say. There’s no I in team.”

  Randy’s joke didn’t go over well. His two brothers glowered, and she rolled her eyes.

  “I know that,” she snapped. “But I don’t want to hurt you. When are you going to get that through your thick skulls?”

  Drew got to his feet then joined her and Jared on the bed. He clasped her right hand in his left. “Don’t you think we’re hurting now? Don’t you think we have been? You’re a part of us, and we can feel your pain. It’s been worse for me to not know what was going on, to not have a clue how to help you. I honestly feel a bit relieved.”

  Relieved? He’s lost his mind. Squeezing Drew and Jared’s hands, she had to talk herself out of pretending to check his forehead for a fever and flinging a bitchy comment his way. “You’re relieved?” she eventually managed to utter.

  All three of her husbands nodded simultaneously.

  Shannon felt the urge to scream, but she didn’t. “You’re pissed and relieved. That makes no sense.”

  “Sure it does,” Randy retorted.

  Jared shook his head. “We know what’s wrong. We know how to help. That spells relief in my book.”

  “But–but–but we’re arguing with each other,” she reminded them. “We’re at a standstill. You want something. I want something. And neither of us can give what the other wants. How are we supposed to fix this?”

  “I don’t know how we fix it immediately,” Drew replied. “But we can do it over time. I think we expected you to change too much, too quickly. You need to protect us, and we need to let you.”

  Somehow, she thought Drew sounded too calm, too reasonable. There was a big ole but coming. A second later, he proved her right. “But you need to understand that means the little things. You can’t protect us from something of this magnitude. There are a lot of things we need to deal with together, and you have to let us. We’re big boys. We can handle it.”

  Closing her eyes, she sighed. “What if I can’t? I promised you just last year that I could do this. But the first time something big comes along, I go into Mama Bear mode.”

  “It takes time,” Drew told her. “That’s why I said that we rushed you more than we realized. We can’t expect you to just suddenly be someone you’re not. We can accept that, but you have to be willing to work on your compulsion to protect us. You have to open up to us, to share things with us. We have your heart, body, and soul. We want your trust.”

  “But I do trust you.”

  “In most things, you do,” Jared agreed. “But you don’t trust us to handle ourselves—what we feel and how we act.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Yes it is,” Randy said. “With time, you’ll learn to move past your mental block and trust us in that way. Just give us a chance, open up to us and talk to us. We can handle anything, as long as we have you.”

  God, I’m a lucky bitch. “And I can handle anything, as long as I have you three.”

  “Then show us,” Drew ordered, his voice turning sensual.

  “What?” she screeched. “We were just talking about sharing our worries and fears. Now you want to play sex games? That’s fucked up.” And damned if I don’t love it.

  Drew released her hand, inching his way up her thigh, over her abdomen and chest, before settling at her neck. Massaging the stress away, he whispered, “Surely you didn’t think you would get away with lying and deceiving us and not get punished.”

  “U–u–um,” she stammered as his hand strayed upward then knotted in her hair. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “It–t’s just that we were talking about something serious.”

  “I’m aware,” he purred into her ear. “But you promised to work on it. We agreed to give you space and help you when you need it. Now it’s time to move on to the more pleasurable activities.”

  Chapter 7

  Somehow I doubt this punishment is going to be pleasurable for me. Ah hell, who am I kidding? I’m going to love every second. They’ll have me writhing and moaning on this bed before I can say, “Fuck me—pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top.”

  Sitting on the soft mattress, Shannon turned to face Drew, but he stopped her. Wielding his fistful of her hair, he ruthlessly restricted her movements, and she gasped as an agonizing tingle tore through her scalp. Mercilessly, he tugged her head back, forcing her to make eye contact. “You said that you could handle anything as long as you have us.” He growled. “Prove it.”

  She shuddered, the convulsive tremble wracking her entire body. “I—”

  Randy disrupted her train of thought when he caused a dip in the mattress behind them as he joined her, Drew, and Jared. He crawled toward them, his movements continuously jostling the massive bed. But none of them said a word, their silence hanging in the highly charged air.

  Before she had time to suck in a breath, Randy was touching her, fitting himself against her back. Immediately, he drove his hands around her upper body and encircled her chest with his big, strong arms. He captured her aching breasts, cupping the undersides of her swollen mounds with his palms.

  Using the pads of his index fingers, Randy circled her areolas. He travelled inward at a tormenting pace. With each revolution, he amplified the pressure he exerted until an ache started at the tender tips and fanned outward. The dull, continuous pain drove her insane, causing her to arch her back and thrust her nipples into his touch. He chuckled. “You like that, baby doll?”

  Unable to form words, she hummed her response.

  “What about this?” Randy asked before grasping her nipples between his fingers and squeezing harshly.

  She screamed as pleasure careened through her rapidly and raced for her pussy. Of its own volition, her body bucked, but Randy and Drew stopped her.

  Drew hindered her cry, swallowing the piercing sound pouring from her lips with his mouth, as he kissed her senselessly. And Randy impeded her body by drawing her tighter to his.

/>   Jared clasped her fingers, steering her hand toward his awaiting mouth. He sprinkled delicate kisses on each finger, one after the other, meandering up and up. He proceeded over the back of her hand then coasted his humid mouth higher until he reached her shoulder. Pausing, he placed a kiss on the tip of her shoulder before continuing on to her neck where he bit into the curve then suckled on her flesh. His rough bite stole her breath, the sting of his teeth too much to bear, and she shivered.

  Drew’s mind-stealing kiss carried on. He drew it out, merging their mouths, fusing them as one. He freed her hair but didn’t let her go. Moving his hands to her face, he cupped her cheeks as he slanted his head to the side and deepened the kiss. Plundering inside, Drew mated their tongues, twining them together. As though in harmonious accord, she met him twist for twist, tangle for tangle, curl for curl.

  She writhed in the middle of the three men she’d married—one teasing her, one tormenting her, and one cherishing her. Like always. Then suddenly, they were gone, and she was all alone. Their hands disappeared as did their bodies.

  Blinking open the eyes she hadn’t even noticed she’d closed, Shannon scrambled around, looking for her men. She found them mere feet from her, and she breathed a sigh of relief—until she saw their expressions. Ruh-roh. My ass is going to hurt tomorrow.

  “Up,” Drew growled.

  And she listened readily. Hauling her ass off the bed, she stood in front of them. Unsure of what to do, she let her hands fall to the side, and she glued her feet to the floor.

  “Get naked,” Randy barked.

  Realizing that she’d upset them and knowing she should keep her mouth shut, Shannon still struggled to keep her ire under control. But she did—somehow.

  She unsnapped her jeans with trembling hands then slowly lowered the zipper before opening the gap and revealing her lack of panties to her husbands. All three men sucked in a hissing breath, and she grinned.

  Feeling powerful and sexy, she slid the coarse fabric over her hips. She bent down, taking the pants with her to the floor and stepping out of them. Without hesitation, she lifted up and pulled her shirt over her head. Throwing the shirt aside, she smiled sensually. “Next.”

  Ignoring her, Jared ordered, “Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

  His voice sounded sharp and severe, and she didn’t like it. But still, she behaved. She kept her mouth shut and did what he said. She climbed onto the bed then faced away from them before situating herself on all fours. Dropping her head forward, she stared at the colorful bedspread as she waited.

  She heard the sound of clothing rustling then hitting the floor. A second later, her men surrounded her on three sides. To her left, Randy crawled onto the bed. Meanwhile, Jared advanced on her from the right, and Drew came at her from behind.

  Randy enclosed his colossal cock in his hand. He fisted the shaft with what looked like a heavy hand and directed his cock toward her mouth. At the same time, he seized the back of her head with his open hand, guiding her mouth to him, as he led his cock to her.

  Shannon relaxed her jaw, opening wide for Randy. She stole a quick breath before he invaded. In an effortless glide, he breached her lips and buried his cock inside. The taste of his arousal, the flavor of his flesh washed over her tongue, and she moaned.

  Setting a languorous pace, Randy continually drifted in and out of her mouth, his smooth, seamless rhythm never faltering or changing. She sighed, her eyes drooping languidly then closing.

  The masculine musk of Randy’s lust drifted under her nose and enveloped her senses. Desperate for more of the intoxicating scent, she inhaled gently, taking her sweet time. A guttural groan ripped its way out of her chest as her clitoris twitched between her labia then pulsated to life. Blood flooded the tiny nubbin, pounding to the beat of her racing heart.

  Tensing her lips, Shannon clamped her mouth down on Randy’s engorged flesh and sucked voraciously, as though she could inhale the whole damn thing. I wish. She bobbed her head, savoring the feel of his satiny skin sliding surely and steadily between her parted lips.

  A swift and sudden blow to the ass caught her off guard. She screamed around the monster cock fucking her face. Inadvertently, she grazed Randy’s shaft with her teeth, but he didn’t seem to mind. He gritted his own teeth, grinding them together loud enough that she could hear, yet he never altered his sensuous stride.

  Cringing at the sound of teeth on teeth, Shannon focused on the heat Drew’s hand had left behind after connecting with her flesh. The warmth was pleasantly mild. Nothing compared to the temperature that was to come.

  Her ass set fire when Drew brought his giant hand down on her cheek again. This time though, there was no mercy in his strike. And there was no waiting before he struck again. He smacked her ass over and over again, the blows so close together she couldn’t tell one from the next. His diabolical hand blistered her ass, and she loved it.

  Her cunt throbbed desperately, yearning for something or someone to fill it. Moisture seeped from her slit, the sticky juices running down the side of her leg. She squirmed and tried to shift her legs closer together, but Drew wasn’t having that. He stopped midspank then disappeared, only to reappear seconds later with his face inches from her pussy.

  Drew blew a puff of humid air across her lips, the soft breeze whispering over her most sensitive flesh. She arched, but this time Randy was apparently prepared for it.

  Pulling out of her mouth, Randy continued to stroke his cock in long, languorous caresses. She watched his strong hand sliding the length of his dick, admiring the glint of her saliva coating his shaft, and he groaned. “Damn, baby doll. Stop looking at me like that.”

  Before she could ask, a velvety tongue sweeping from her mound to anus sent her thoughts scattering and her hormones soaring. She forgot everything—except the lust holding her captive. Drew’s tongue came around for a second round then a third. With each pass of his sultry tongue, she moaned. She groaned. Hell, she made noises she didn’t even know existed.

  “I think she likes that,” Jared remarked.

  Shannon jolted, feeling horrible. She’d forgotten Jared. In the heat of the moment, she’d become so distracted that all she thought of was the pleasure she felt. Selfish bitch.

  Obviously understanding how she felt, Jared touched her back. He ran his finger along her spine, skimming her flesh delicately. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, princess, because I’m about to enjoy you. We all are.”

  She shivered. “Enjoy me.”

  Without a word, Drew flipped her over onto her back and kissed her. The tang of her cream mixed with the flavor of his mouth enflamed her, and she boldly spread her legs for him. He clearly didn’t need to be asked twice. Grunting, he shoved his cock into her, spearing her in one feral thrust.

  Craving his closeness, Shannon twined her arms around Drew’s neck, holding onto him and refusing to let go, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She lifted her hips, meeting his downward plunges, and he slammed into her. Holding her still, he abraded her painfully engorged clitoris. He ground his pelvic bone into the sensitized nub—once, twice, three times. And she lost it.

  Shannon’s body burst with raw ecstasy, no build up or warning. It just exploded. Her orgasm attacked her suddenly, violently. She shook and screamed, her keening cry so loud her vocal chords ached under the strain.

  Rather than continuing his carnal assault, Drew quit moving. She protested, greedily craving more from him. And she got more—times three.

  Drew rolled onto his back, sprawling her on top of him. She grinned, knowingly, as she rocked her hips, undulating them in slow, deliberate waves. “I feel like going for a ride,” she sassed.

  Drew grimaced. “Then ride.”

  She did. She fucked him. She rose to her knees then sank down steadily, repeating the process so many times she lost count. Feeling his immense cock piercing her pussy, savoring the sensation of his wide shaft stretching her, it was too much, and she threw her head back, letting loose a w
ail.

  So close to orgasmic bliss, she pushed herself further. She fucked him harder. But just as she reached the pinnacle, Drew grabbed her hips, his fingers biting into her skin, and he held her still.

  Wanting to whine, she bit her tongue to keep herself from doing so. If she uttered her complaints, they would delay her orgasm—for God knew how long. And she did not want that.

  Behind her, she heard the pop of a lid then liquid squirting from a nearly empty bottle.

  “Looks like we need to replace that,” Randy commented as he moved in front of her. Dangling his cock a centimeter from her mouth, he gave her a devil-may-care grin. “Suck,” he growled.

  She did. Slackening her jaw, she granted him entry eagerly. She provocatively offered him her mouth. And he took her up on her invitation, face-fucking her roughly.

  Lost in Randy’s tumultuous thrusting, Shannon barely registered the cool liquid Jared poured down her crack. Everything was hazy, slightly distorted. She knew that he was preparing her ass, but she couldn’t center her mind on it—until she felt his cock probing her hole. Then everything became clear.

  Beneath her, Drew stilled entirely, obviously anticipating Jared’s infiltration. In front of her, Randy slowed the movement of his tunneling hips but didn’t stop. They apparently both waited on Jared, as did she.

  Breathing slowly through her nose, Shannon relaxed every muscle in her body. But her loose muscles didn’t remain that way long. When Jared sank half his shaft into her ass, the burn singed her, and she tensed.

  Continuing to draw in breaths, she focused on Randy’s face, on the love gleaming in his blue eyes. And quickly, she relaxed again.

  Jared used her softening to his advantage. He drove his steely shaft all the way into her, and she cried out as his balls hit her ass. He didn’t give her a chance to adjust. None of them did. They immediately began to bombard her with their massive cocks.