Espino, Stacey - Midlife Ménage [Ride 'em Hard 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Stacey Espino

  “I know where we can find her,” said Wade.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Wendy wouldn’t cry. She refused to break down when it wouldn’t do anyone any good. There was nothing left to do, nothing prayers could salvage. Her home, her legacy, the only thing that made her feel worthy was gone. The fire claimed everything she worked for.

  She sat on the only green grass in the county, staring at the gray stone in front of her. It was the first time she dared to visit the cemetery. It made her husband’s death too real, too permanent to see him represented by a stone marker. But it was time to say good-bye, to let go of the past and everything she thought defined her.

  Her children were adults, independent and moving on in life. They couldn’t make her prouder, and she knew it was her hard work and sacrifices that helped mold them into the people they were. That was an accomplishment. Once she got into contact with her daughters, she’d assure them she was fine. Kylie could live on campus and Christine would likely move in with her oldest daughter until she finished school. As for her she wasn’t so sure what the future held.

  Why did you leave me? It was so easy to imagine what could have been, but where had those fantasies ever gotten her? Death was final. Her husband wasn’t traveling the circuit. He wouldn’t show up at her door one day and apologize for his lengthy absence. Wendy had already been through the gamut of emotions—grief, depression, anger, desperation, fear, and finally numbness.

  It wasn’t until the past month that she knew what if felt like to truly be happy, to look to the future with optimism. She’d literally just lost the shirt off her back. There was no home to return to, no bed to climb into at night. None of that mattered though. She’d come here, to the one place she’d avoided, to say her final good-bye. The fire may have been arson, but everything happened for a reason in her opinion. It forced her to move on, to start fresh. Sometimes fire destroyed, but it could also bring new life. She saw herself as a young sapling emerging from the ash after a forest fire. There were only two things missing. And by the sounds of the footsteps, they’d found her.

  “How’d you know where to find me?” she asked.

  “You told the chief you were visiting your husband. We all know that ain’t true.” She didn’t turn around to see Wade, but his deep voice scared away her fears.

  “It’s true. This is his grave. I came to say good-bye. It’s been a long time coming.”

  Jackson and Wade squatted down on either side of her.

  “Did you see the house?” she asked.

  Wade nodded. “It’s gone, darlin’. All of it.”

  She took a deep breath. “Amazing how fast the fire took everything. In a matter of hours it claimed decades of memories.”

  “We’ll make new ones,” said Jackson.

  Wendy slowly got to her feet and brushed the dirt and grass off the oversized long johns she wore. When she noticed what she was wearing, she laughed out loud, the sound a mix of humor and hysterics. Between her nerves, dramatic events of the day, and unconditional love of her men—she felt out of sorts. What she needed was a long, long nap. It would be nice to wake up and have all the wrinkles in her life ironed out, but she’d settle for a few small pleasures.

  She leaned against Wade and closed her eyes. “Where’s home?” she whispered.

  “Brick, mortar, and wood can be torn down and destroyed. Your home is wherever I am, baby doll. If I had to sleep out under the stars, it would still be home if you were beside me.” He held her hand over his heart as he spoke.

  Her emotional barriers were disintegrating. She turned and looked at the gravestone one last time, knowing she had to let go for good. Then she gazed into Jackson’s blue eyes. He was a lot like her now. No set address, no roots. Together, the three of them could really make something beautiful. She had nothing to her name now, but these hot, sexy cowboys were still here, still wanted her in their lives.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “For what?” asked Wade.

  “For not leaving. For loving me.”

  Both men held her, creating a cocoon of warmth and protection around her. For the first time she was going to allow herself to be weak, to let her men be strong for her. She cried. All the pain, despair, and helplessness she’d felt over the years came out in a great rush of emotional release.

  * * * *

  Two weeks later and life was starting to show some semblance of normalcy around the Laweson Ranch. The cattle branding was well underway, with Jackson helping to lead Wade’s crew of seasonal workers.

  “You seen Wendy today?” Wade called out across the holding paddock.

  “She was in the hayloft earlier. Haven’t seen her in over an hour.”

  Some days Wade worried about his woman. He knew she needed time to become accustomed to living under a new roof and all the related changes. But at least he had her. It had been torturous wanting something so desperately, for so long, and not being able to attain it. Having Wendy underfoot day in day out was an actual dream come true. From the first time in the morning when her lips were swollen and hair in disarray, to the evenings watching the stars and reflecting on childhood dreams—he savored every moment being with her.

  They’d been branding all day and the sun was now lowering on the distant horizon. The problems Wendy had on her farm were finally paying a visit to the Laweson Ranch. Even with all the expensive irrigation equipment in the world, it meant nothing when the land went this long without rain. A deep rolling thunder rumbled in the heavens. Wade looked up, holding on to the split rail for balance. “Will you look at that, Jackson…”

  Dark clouds were rolling in quickly from the north like a blanket slowly being pulled over their town from above.

  “It couldn’t be,” said Jackson. “I think I forgot what a cloud looked like.”

  As the darkness spread, Wade felt the first sprinkling of drops on his forearm, a warning for what was to come. Another menacing boom of thunder echoed above.

  “I’m checking the barn for Wendy.” The smell of rain hung heavy in the air now, the cattle in a ruckus. Any minute and it would come down strong, reclaiming the land, ending the severe drought that cost farmers plenty of heartache and financial hardship.

  By the time they reached the large barn, the drops of water were big, making patterns on the parched drive. Wade climbed the narrow wooden staircase to the second level where he kept extra feed and tack. Sure enough, he found his sweet girl. She was in the hammock, gently swinging, looking out the open bay doors of the loft.

  “We’re gonna finally get some rain, love. Looks like some prayers are finally being answered.”

  She was so quiet, he thought she hadn’t heard him or chose to ignore him. Then she spoke. “I prayed for a lot of things over the years. Even learned to distance myself from God because I thought he ignored me. Now I understand. He answered my prayers the way they needed to be answered. It wasn’t necessarily the easiest way, but it left the biggest impression on me.” She used her dangling foot to give the hammock a little push, continuing her rhythmic swinging. “I love falling asleep to rain storms. They’re so violent, so full of passion.” She gazed hypnotically at the clouds rolling in.

  Wade knelt close to her head. “You’re absolutely right, baby girl. God gave me the patience to wait nearly two decades before you gave me the time of day.”

  She mock scowled at him. “You were impossible and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

  “It worked, didn’t it?” He stopped the rocking of the hammock, mesmerized by Wendy’s strength and beauty. She’d been quiet and reflective since the fire, but she had started showing signs of life recently. When she scoffed, a smile tilting her lips, he knew she’d be back to her old self soon. Time had the power to heal all wounds.

  Jackson stood by her side, his legs blocking her from moving. “I missed your smile, Wendy. I know you have the right to pout as long as you want, but don’t forget about me, darlin’.”

  “That’s why I told y
ou not to mess with a younger man. They’re controlled by their cocks. I’m telling you, Jackson has been nagging me daily, wondering when you’ll be well enough for lovin’.”

  “He’s just a young stud in need of release. It’s part of why I love him. Just like I love you for being able to keep control.”

  Wade tilted her head to face him. “You said the ‘l’ word.” She never mentioned love. Wendy cared about them, worried about them, but never loved them. They declared their feelings frequently, but their words were never returned in full. He accepted that, but didn’t crave her full devotion any less.

  * * * *

  Had she really gone all this time without declaring her love for Wade and Jackson? Were words even necessary, were they enough to reflect the adoration she felt for each man? Love was just a word, but what she felt for them was way more. She owed her life to them. They’d given her the second chance she never expected to receive, protected her, coddled her, made her feel young and beautiful.

  “Maybe I’m better at showing how I feel…” She tried to make her voice sound seductive, but it just came out as needy. Two weeks without sex was just as difficult for her as it was for the men, maybe more so. She had to look at both of them wandering around the house half naked, secretly watch Jackson jerking off at night when he thought she was sleeping, and practically feel the sexual tension spark and sizzle in the house during the evenings. It was time to connect again, on every level.

  “That sounds good to me.” Jackson took the bait, his eyes already at half mast. Wendy loved having a young, muscled cowboy ready to fuck twenty-four-seven. She was in the prime of her sexual life and could match his libido most days. Wade was a tease, so controlled that he could hold off his own pleasure to torment her with a skilled finger, tongue, or cock.

  “You know I’d never say no to you, darlin’.” She knew Wade was aching for her to verbally commit to him. They lived together, worked side by side, and devoted all their energy to their new ménage relationship. But Wade wanted what she hadn’t been able to give…until now. She was ready, had been ready for some time.

  Jackson tugged off his shirt and then knelt down on the opposite side of the hammock. He parted her legs, his fingers grazing her sensitive inner thighs. She was only wearing a loose pair of short cotton shorts and a tank top. Even with the summer soon coming to a close, the heat during the day was scorching. Now that the sun was setting, a comfortable breeze blew across them, cooling off the land. Soon the long-awaited rain would quench the sun-baked earth. The symphony of insects droned from the fields around them, her personal lullaby, except now she wanted to do anything but sleep.

  A crackle of thunder was punctuated with a streak of lightning across the darkened sky. The weather created a dreamy, paranormal atmosphere perfect for making love.

  When Jackson’s fingertips slipped under the loose opening of her shorts, gently grazing her pussy lips, she whimpered. She was so ready to be fucked. For two weeks she held back, believing she should be mourning the loss of her home, not lusting over her cowboys like she had been.

  “She’s wanting, Wade. Listen to her.”

  Wade covered her earlobe with his thick, soft lips. He was merciless, knowing exactly what turned her on and drove her mad with desire. His hot breath in her ear combined with his skilled tongue and suckling were as erotic as sex. They worked together, touching, tasting, creating dual sensations so she couldn’t even pinpoint where the pleasure originated.

  “She’s been depriving herself when there’s no need. Not when she has two cowboys at her beck and call.” Wade peppered her face with kisses, a loving shower of affection. It was time. No more living in the past. She’d said good-bye to her husband, and her home had burned to ash. Her children were grown, starting lives of their own. It was her time to shine, to live…to love.

  “Tell me what you want, Wendy. Anything at all.” Jackson impaled her pussy with two fingers, making her gasp. She had gone too long without sex. “Want me to suck your pretty little cunt?”

  She shook her head. Wendy felt like giving today. “I want your cock. I want to taste it.”

  Jackson began unbuckling his belt before she finished speaking. She could see the hard outline of his cock straining behind the denim and it excited her. Wendy still couldn’t understand why a young buck like Jackson wanted to settle down with an older woman like her, but she’d take it. She’d also make sure he didn’t regret it.

  “You’re not planning on biting me now are you?” He held out his erection, and she sat up in the wobbly hammock, eager to feel him between her tongue and palate. His cock was impressive, as was the rest of his fine body. She couldn’t look away, even felt her mouth salivate as she waited.

  “I want to make you feel good. You’ve both been patient with me and should be rewarded.” She looked Jackson in the eyes, holding his stare. “You’ve been a very good boy.” A big, brawny boy with a thick cock. And all hers. She loved his naughty streak, the fire dancing in his eyes.

  “Then I’ve been a very good boy, darlin’. Don’t torture me any longer.”

  She kissed Wade, slipping her tongue into his mouth as he supported her in an upright position. As she turned to take Jackson’s cock, he first slipped off her shirt and unfastened her sports bra. She no longer cared if her men saw her naked. They’d built her up so high, and there was no denying their desire for her.

  Wendy accepted Jackson’s cock when he fed it to her. He exhaled in a near growl when she sucked on the bulbous head, twirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh. Wade’s arms snaked around her, fondling her breasts, teasing the bundles of nerves. His hot breath at the back of her neck was erotic as hell when she had another man’s cock in her mouth. The sharing, the respect, the love—it was beyond satisfying. She never wanted it to end, and it never would. She’d made up her mind, committed mind, body, and soul to her new life with Wade and Jackson. Wendy was a loyal woman, and now that she’d opened her heart, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for them…or to them.

  “I need to fuck you, Wendy. Will you let me?” How could she say no to her rough-riding cowboy? She slipped away from his cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He lifted her around to face Wade and then straddled the hammock, bringing it into a narrow strip between his legs. She let her own legs dangle on either side of her. “Your shorts, baby.”

  Wade lifted her legs up in the air and pulled off the material. When she came back down she let her legs settle over Wade’s thighs, his cock nudging her stomach. “I’ll sit out this time,” said Jackson. There was no resentment in his voice. He even leaned down to kiss her.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “He doesn’t want to hurt you, sweet thing. You’ve had a lot of firsts lately.”

  “Don’t worry, I can wait.”

  “But I need you, Jackson. I love feeling so full I could burst.”

  His eyes took on a glint of something forbidden, a side to him rarely allowed out to play. He wouldn’t refuse her now.

  Wade lifted her up under her arms, his biceps bulging as he supported her weight. “Go on…Sit on my cock.”

  She impaled herself over his thick erection as he slowly lowered her back down. It stretched her, filled her with warmth. Wendy sighed contentedly. “That feels good. You’re both so big.” She wrapped her arms around Wade’s neck, and he eagerly crashed his mouth to hers, helping her rise and fall over his cock.

  Today she’d come hard and fast. Already heat travelled up her legs from her toes, and he’d only been inside her for a couple minutes.

  “If you’re gonna join, I wouldn’t wait,” said Wade. She knew he loved the extra snugness a second cock could add to his experience. Wendy couldn’t disagree. There were a multitude of erotic nerves in her ass she never knew existed. She loved when they’d caress her ass or finger her during sex, but being double-fucked took the prize.

  Jackson used the lube they kept in the hayloft, the soft spurting sound making her pussy moisten. The ba
rn was her favorite place to get kinky. The hammock jostled as he mounted her from behind. His weight settled in against her, skin to skin. This was what she needed, both halves to the whole. Their arms encircled her, touching, holding. Jackson’s rough stubble grazed her skin as he leaned his face on her shoulder to position his cock against her ass. The lube was cool against her puckered hole, but she knew his hard length would heat her up in a hurry.

  She sank onto the second dick. So full. Her eyes lolled back in her head. This position was exhilarating, allowing the men full penetration. The open loft doors gave her a full view of the ranch. If one of Wade’s employees happened to walk by below, they’d get an explicit show. It excited her, made her clit pulse stronger.

  They pounded into her, spurred by her enthusiasm. She felt like she was riding a stallion the way they all straddled the hammock, her legs hanging on either side. But instead of a horse and saddle, she had two cowboys with hard cocks to ride.

  Wade groaned, nipping her jaw, pressing into her as if he couldn’t get close enough. Jackson reached around and tugged at her clit, which was exactly what she needed to take her over the edge. She cried out when her body claimed the men, milking their erections until they joined her in release.

  They sagged against her when they were through, cutting off her air.

  “You’re not little boys. Give me some space before you steal all my air.” She squirmed between all those slick, golden muscles, their semiflaccid cocks still embedded in her body. It was heaven, her own personal heaven on earth. All the lonely years, and backbreaking labor were not in vain. Everything brought her to this day, helped her appreciate all her blessings, so she couldn’t complain. Maybe prayers did come true, just not on the timeline she anticipated.