Hot, Wild & Crazy [Loving in Silver 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lynn Stark

  Sean walked around the car and opened the passenger door. Maggie got in after giving him a smile warm enough to heat him through. If he hadn’t already been dreaming about the woman since she had re-entered their lives, he was completely hooked now. Glancing at the other two men, he saw they were both wearing bemused expressions on their faces.

  Yep, they were all committed to wanting Maggie Phillips in their lives. Now they just had to keep from screwing up before they proved they were the men for her.

  Ethan rode in the back with Sean. They held hands. It was the only way Sean could keep the other man from groping him during the entire trip to town. He loved Ethan’s playfulness. Out of the three of them, E had the gentlest personality. He was all about love. Sex came second for him. He wanted the hugs, the kisses, the cuddles before anything else and Sean and Max were more than happy to keep him supplied with what he needed.

  Max and Sean were more alike. While they didn’t hold out with one another now, there had been a time when they had a lot more trouble expressing what they were feeling. When they had first gotten together, it had been all about sex, sex, and more sex. But wasn’t that how all teenagers were? After they had burned through the first lust-filled months, they had begun learning how to express what they were feeling, because everything else left them hollow. Once they began learning about one another’s true needs, they had never looked back, building on what they had.

  Now they wanted to add Maggie to their relationship. They would have to learn about one another, too. It was a date, for now. If it worked out, then they would go for another. As far as Sean was concerned, there was no hurry. They had to learn if a permanent future was what the four of them wanted.

  The valet’s eyes boggled as they pulled up to the curb in the classic luxury car. They knew him. He was a farm kid. He operated machinery ten times the size of the Cadillac. Sean had no worries that he would be able to park the long car. Max tossed him the keys as the doorman opened the door for Maggie. They were there to watch her pivot and swing her legs out. Those sexy shoes hit the sidewalk as Max extended a hand, helping their Cinderella. Sean offered his arm and she took it. Ethan walked on her other side, while Max followed. Sean could only wonder which of them had the best position. She was touching him, but Max definitely had the best view of her lovely, heart-shaped ass.

  After checking their hats, and peeking in the mirror for hat hair, they paused at the entranceway to the luxurious dining room. Albert, the maître d, sniffed diffidently. Sean knew the man was a real prick, but he had actually mellowed some since getting married.

  “Stuff it, Albert,” Maggie whispered sharply. “You grew up around here, just like we did, with cow shit dried on your boots and blisters on your hands. Now, please show us to our table.”

  “I’m sorry, Miss Maggie. It’s been one of those days. I didn’t mean to take it out on you and your gentlemen friends.”

  “Forgiven.” She gave him a bright, heart-stopping smile before he led them to the best table in the room, center front so they could look out onto the charming square with lighted trees and gazebo. The table was covered in white linen. There were four place settings. White and gold plates were stacked. Folded gold napkins were beside each place. Crystal stemware sparkled in the light from the three candles in the center of the table. There was a bucket of champagne nearby. “Oh, this is perfect.” Sean held her chair. Max and Ethan remained standing until Sean reached his own chair.

  Albert poured the champagne, and then left them as their waiter approached. Sean looked around after they ordered an appetizer. They had eaten here a few times, but somehow the place seemed more luxuriant than those previous occasions, which it probably wasn’t. It was a fancy place, a place where millionaires and billionaires often ate three meals a day. For other people, the residents of Silver, it was a place for a special event. Now, he thought everything sparkled more. There was a glow around their table. Maggie’s creamy skin glowed, too. As his gaze swept over her, he began to understand Max’s obsession with her freckles. They were very pretty, scattered over her skin like flowers in a meadow.

  Maggie’s laughter broke Sean’s obvious trance. Blinking, he focused his attention on his partners and their date. Ethan had obviously told Maggie a joke. He had some good ones and he was very good at telling them. It was not a gift neither he nor Max had. Now, give the two of them a karaoke machine and they were life of the party. Yeah, right. Sean chuckled softly to himself as he made more of an effort to make every moment of the evening a success.

  “I’m having such a lovely time,” Maggie told them as they finished their steaks. “We should do this every night.”

  Was she nuts? Or serious? Sean wondered. He glanced worriedly at Max and Ethan. They both had that deer in the headlights look. Fancy tables and dressing in their best suits, even if they were three years old, was one thing. Doing it even once a month would be the equal to having a tooth pulled. Then Maggie was giggling and they all realized that she was teasing them. Now they were gullible goobers.

  Sean hadn’t really known what to expect, taking Maggie out to supper, getting to know her. They had known her for years, but really only knew the basics. They wouldn’t learn everything in one evening. Neither would she. She would have to learn that they weren’t just pretty men in outdated suits. They had minds, too, to go with their wickedly hot bodies. They also had varied interests and responsibilities, keeping their lives filled with activities.

  “So, what do you guys do for fun?” Maggie asked them, her gaze moving expectantly as she looked at each of them.

  “We go hiking a couple times a month,” Sean told her, smiling. “We camp occasionally and go whitewater rafting.”

  “We help coach high school football,” Max told her.

  “I make birdhouses I sell in one of the shops here in town,” Ethan added. “We do lots of stuff. We’re yard dart champions.”

  Maggie laughed. “Really? A little dangerous, don’t you think?”

  “Only if you’re drunk. Or if your pants fell down and you’re pulling them up.”

  It only got better from there. Their laughter was heard throughout the room. Their first in depth encounter was going very well. The food was terrific, the company even better. Sean couldn’t remember the last time he had such a good time. Being with Maggie was easy and relaxing and a hell of a lot of fun.

  Sean really believed that Maggie could be the one for them. One look at his partners and he saw that they were equally captivated by her.

  Chapter Five

  If she could have gotten away with it, Maggie would have done cartwheels through the luxurious dining room. The evening with Sean, Max, and Ethan was all but perfect. They even lingered over dessert and coffee, a sure sign that they weren’t bored or eager to get out of the suits they were wearing.

  The suits were a big turn on. They were perfectly tailored to each body. Suit porn for sure. If she ever painted their portrait, one would definitely have the three men wearing suits. Just a glance at any of them had her pussy sending her wild, crazy messages. She didn’t want the evening to be over, but could see that Albert was getting anxious. She knew Bambi had stepped in to get them a table and she knew she would have to buy her friend something special as a way to thank her.

  “This has been lovely,” Maggie told them. “But I suppose we should give up the table.”

  Ethan got up and moved behind her to help with her chair. She picked up the small red clutch and led the way out. She paused on the sidewalk once they were outside.

  “Why don’t we walk around the park?” Max asked, offering his arm.

  There were dozens of people walking toward the green, heading for the gazebo where the band had set up and was beginning to warm up in preparation for the evening’s entertainment. During warmer months they played once a week. It was a popular event and it wouldn’t be long before every inch of grass would be covered by blankets. Though Maggie had no desire to sit on the grass in the designer dress she had f
orced her penny-pinching self to purchase for the date, she wanted to hear the band play. She nodded and then crossed the brick-lined street and stepped back up on the sidewalk. Just as they began their stroll a violin began to play softly, the music so sweet, so compelling, she could feel tears sting her eyes.

  They moved so slowly it took nearly half an hour to make the full circuit around the perimeter of the crowded green. They stopped often to just listen to the changes in the sound of the music in different places. Kisses were stolen by the men, thrilling Maggie, when they would walk into the shadows. Firm, warm lips covered hers. Strong, lean hands held her close. It was the beginning of a dream. The night was becoming incredibly romantic, something she hadn’t guessed the men were capable of. She had certainly underestimated them. It was a pleasant surprise.

  Every instinct Maggie had told her that she could have a good future with these three men. Yet, because she had three little loves depending on her to do the best for them, she had to be certain to take this new relationship slow. She had to be sure she learned as much about them as she could, because her children’s health and happiness was dependent upon her making the right choices. The men had to get to know her, too, as well as her children. It was a package deal. Though all three men came from large families, it wasn’t a guarantee that they wanted a ready-made family.

  By the time they reached the hotel, the car was there waiting for them. Sean tipped the valet and the doorman before they left. Maggie settled into the front seat, her heart beginning to beat a little faster. Anticipation was building. It wasn’t a quick ride back to her house. There would be enough time for a little hanky-panky. She chuckled over the old-fashioned term for fooling around, which was probably equally outdated.

  Maggie wanted to take her time getting to know them. She wasn’t about to miss out on an opportunity to satisfy one or two needs she had ignored for over four years. Though she had told them differently when they first broached the subject of asking her out, she felt she had known them long enough to break her own rules.

  As Max drove out of town Maggie squirmed against the seat. Even if things didn’t work out, though she truly hoped they did, they had everything she needed to scratch an itch. She wondered how shocked they would be if she stripped out of her clothing and climbed over into the back seat. The thought made her skin flush and a chuckle slipped out.

  Before her nerve left her completely, she unbuckled the seatbelt, kicked off her shoes, and then turned in the seat until she was on her knees facing the back. Since there was no longer a reason to keep her hair in order, she had asked Max to put the top down. The wind whipped around her as she began crawling over the seat, laughing openly as Max swore. Moonlight bathed them, so she was able to see the men. Sean grinned and reached for her, his hands under her arms steadying her as she made her way over the seat. It only took a yank on her dress to pull it up enough that it wouldn’t rip as she straddled his powerfully muscled thighs. Their pelvises met, as did her chest and his face.

  Sean pressed his face in her cleavage and inhaled before he tilted his head back and grinned at her again. She could feel the press of his cock between her legs, pressing against her throbbing pussy.

  Maggie wiggled back, giving Sean enough room to open his zipper. Ethan reached up to slide his hand behind her neck, pulling her over so he could kiss her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, delving deep, teasing her tongue into dancing playfully with his.

  “You’re not wearing underwear,” Sean said with something akin to awe in his deep voice. His hand slipped between them, finding her heat, the tips of his fingers stroking the swollen edges of her labia before delving between. When Sean stroked her clit Maggie nearly fell off his lap. She moaned, following it up moments later with a giggle. “Someone’s primed. E, give me a condom.”

  It wasn’t romantic, just crazy exciting. Maggie’s body was taut, on the very edge of the kind of orgasm she hadn’t had in years. Oh yeah, she was looking forward to this. She waited with a certain amount of impatience as Sean rolled the condom down the length of his cock, her fingers curling into his shoulders.

  Before getting into the car the men had removed their jackets. There was only a single layer of fabric between her hands and Sean’s broad shoulders. She could feel the muscle and the warmth of his skin. The man was in shape and she could imagine spending hours just exploring his body.

  One of Sean’s large hands was on her hip while the other was guiding the head of his cock to the opening to her throbbing pussy. Maggie’s eyes slid shut, her head falling back, as she lowered onto the long, thick shaft. It was a very tight fit and a moan of raw pleasure escaped her throat as she was stretched and filled.

  “Oh fuck, baby, you’re so tight around my cock,” Sean told her, groaning when her pussy clenched around him. “Ride me. Hard.”

  Maggie was about to do just that when she heard her phone ring. Her eyes snapped open and she stared in disbelief at Sean. The moonlight showed Sean’s surprise. Ethan handed her the small purse and she grinned and shook her head as she took her phone out and checked it. It was a message from Bambi, her best friend. Lilac cabin, she read. Oh, wow. She knew exactly what her friend meant by that brief message. Her hand shook as she tucked the phone back into the purse.

  “Everything okay?” Max asked from the front.

  “Yes. Do you know where the flower cottages are?” There were a dozen small cabins built around a lake. They were named after flowers or trees, but were referred to simply as the flower cottages by the locals. They were upscale and normally leased out for the summer by wealthy visitors to the area. Obviously one was available for their use. She was going to owe her friend. When Max said he knew where they were, she relaxed. “If you have time, go to the lilac cabin.”

  “Why wouldn’t we have time?” Ethan asked, moving close to slide his hand under the back of her dress, his fingers stroking the mound of her ass.

  Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Maggie tried to calm her racing pulse. Her mind was beginning to spin with anticipated pleasures to come.

  His callused fingers and palm rasped over her skin, causing her to shiver with pleasure, pushing her closer to that precipice where wonder, shock, and ecstasy combined into magic.

  “I didn’t know if your carriage would turn into a pumpkin at midnight.” She grinned at Sean as she rose up on her knees until only the head of his cock remained inside her, and then slowly lowered herself, driving them both mad with growing lust. She could hear his breathing become ragged, even above the sound of the wind.

  Max’s laughter could be heard from the front seat. He had slowed the car so he could turn it around. “I know exactly where it is. Five minutes and we’ll be there.”

  Both Maggie and Sean moaned when Max straightened out the car and accelerated. The powerful motor threw them together, smashing her breasts between them. Sean wrapped his fingers around her hips and began thrusting upward. Her fingers curled over his shoulders, gripping him tightly as she began countering every thrust, driving his cock deeper into the slick channel of her pussy.

  Each thrust drove Maggie closer to the edge. Her orgasm was close, but that was no surprise. Arching her back, she shifted the position of her pelvis, rocking now, stroking her clitoris against the base of Sean’s cock. Trembling, she whimpered and began rocking harder. Rocking and grinding, rocking and grinding, until she thought she would burst into flame from the friction. Ethan’s hand exploring the curves of her ass added to the heat rising in her body.

  A gasp against Sean’s lips and she was crying out, her body shuddering violently as her orgasm swept over her. Heat and the most delicious shivers rippled over her skin. A moment later he was following her, the length of his cock swelling and throbbing. She could feel it as it was echoed by the powerful pulses within her own body.

  Strong arms wrapped around Maggie, pulling her closer. Sean pressed his face against her shoulder. Their hearts pounded and their breathing was still rapid. They took a moment to enjoy th
e lingering sparks of pleasure and to regain their sensibility. It wasn’t an easy task. Especially since it was the best sex she had ever experienced. She only hoped there was more where that came from. With three totally hot men, she believed the odds were in her favor.

  The car stopped beside a large cabin. Maggie and Sean separated carefully, grinning at one another like idiots in the moonlight and the warm light pouring from the cabin’s windows. Losing her balance, she tumbled into Ethan’s lap. Another set of strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. He nuzzled the damp skin of her neck, licking her from shoulder to behind her ear.

  “Mmm, tasty,” he murmured huskily. Ethan’s hand cupped her breast, squeezing it lightly through layers of fabric. Her rigid nipple pressed against them, allowing him to grasp and pinch it enough to set her pussy to throbbing once again. Then his hand traveled down over her stomach and between her legs where the hem of her dress was still riding high. “Do you taste as good down here, I wonder?” He nipped her earlobe and she trembled with anticipation. He pushed fingers into her and she spread herself wider, fully aware that all three men could now witness her wantonness. “Let’s go inside. I want to bury my face in your pussy.”

  It was Max who extricated Maggie from Sean and Ethan’s lustful clutches. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She fell against his chest, wrapped tightly against it by yet another pair of powerful arms. Lord, she felt so delicate compared to their size and their brawn.

  “Put the top and the windows up,” Max told them as he carried her toward the front door of Lilac cabin. When they reached it she pushed on the lever handle and pushed. He carried her inside. “Now, I get to discover if your pussy tastes as sweet as your mouth.”

  Maggie didn’t have time to look around the luxurious cabin. Not that she wanted to do so. That was something she could do later. All she had on her mind at the moment was the same thing the three men were thinking about. Hot, wild, and crazy sex. The mind-blowing kind. She was solely focused on wringing as much pleasure out of the next two hours as she could. It would make up for the dry spell she had been living. Well, it would leave her less parched sexually. It would take some time to satisfy the lusty she-beast she had living inside her body.