Espino, Stacey - Midlife Ménage [Ride 'em Hard 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

“Never again. I’m not going anywhere, baby doll.” Wade’s deep, gruff voice sent a wash of heat through her pussy. Could they sense her need? Did they realize she wore no panties beneath the thin dress?

“I’ve already told you I’m tired of traveling. I don’t want to die like my daddy, alone in the ring with a family sitting at home wishing he were there. This is
my
life, my choices, and I want to be with you.” Jackson melted her heart. He was so full of life, a mix of innocence and bad-boy appeal. She wanted to hold on to him and never let go, to care for him…love him. The word would feel foreign coming from her lips. It had been so long since she’d said it to a man. Had she even said it to her husband and truly meant it? She’d married so young that she wasn’t sure she knew what love was way back then.

Tears pricked at her eyes, but she fought the wave of emotion before it made a fool of her. Jackson lightly slipped the thin strap of her dress over her shoulder. Wade did the same on the other side until the material coiled at her waist, exposing her breasts. She fought the instinct to cover herself, knowing it was only a matter of time until they got her naked tonight.

“Look at those tits,” said Jackson. “Have you ever seen anything so sweet in your life? She tried to hide them from me earlier.”

“Wendy has a lot to learn.” Wade cupped the breast closest to him and squeezed slightly. Her nipples instantly pebbled from the contact. “Look at those pretty little pearls. Just begging to be sucked. I bet her pussy would be ripe and moist if you checked.”

Jackson smiled, a crooked tilt of his thick lips. “I’ll be checkin’.” He squatted down in front of her, his boots creaking as he moved. She braced herself as he coiled up the material to examine her level of arousal. “Good Lord the woman’s naked under her dress. She’s been waiting for us, I tell you. She wants to get double-fucked.”

“Is she wet?” asked Wade, bending down to kiss her nipple.

Wendy was thankful for the wall behind her when Jackson sank two fingers into her cunt. They slipped right in as if artificially lubricated. She’d never been so ready, so curious and excited for anything. He rose up to his feet, his back hunched over since his fingers were still inside her. She panted, feeling as if there wasn’t enough air in the whole province to quench her need to breathe.

“She’s hot and wet. I can feel her little pussy pulsing around my fingers.” He began to fuck her with those skilled digits. The thrusting of his arm seemed to excite the other man. The group mentality of the male beast unleashed at once. Wade covered her areola with his mouth, sucking and licking with just the precise amount of pressure to increase her arousal. She leaned heavily against the wall, giving into their ministrations.

Wade began to pepper kisses up her chest, her neck, her face. When he poised in front of her, his eyes dark and menacing with pent-up lust, she held her breath. He kissed her, a brutal domination of her mouth that surprised her. She joined him, exploring him with her tongue, picking up the trace taste of alcohol. This was what she wanted, to see Wade raw and untamed. He was always strong and unmovable. To watch him slip into a state where he was controlled by his desires was reward enough.

Jackson’s fingers slipped out, only to be replaced by his lively tongue. She broke the kiss to look down. He was back on his knees, between her legs. Each swipe of his tongue made her gasp. Her clit was so swollen and sensitized that the slightest pressure did wondrous things to her. Her body screamed, contracting and protesting, demanding she allow these men to fuck her, claim her, do anything they wanted as long as it was dirty and sexual. Her libido had taken over power.

“She likes having her pussy sucked, then,” said Wade.

“That she does. Help me out, will you?”

Why weren’t they fighting? If they each claimed to love her, why were they allowing another man, a virtual stranger, to share her body? Had they come to an agreement? Was this just about sex?

Jackson moved aside as Wade easily swept her weight up into his strong arms. She could feel all his hard muscles supporting her as he carried her to the sofa. He made her feel young, adored, not a worry in the world because he’d make everything better.

He sat on the sofa, bringing her down onto his lap. Wade kissed the side of her neck, both hands fondling her breasts.

“Perfect,” said Jackson. “Open her up for me. I’ll make her so wet she’ll be drowning in her own honey when I’m through.”

Wade didn’t hesitate to spread her thighs up and apart, his hands behind her knees. He watched over her shoulder as Jackson knelt in front of her and went to work licking and suckling. It felt a hundred times naughtier with the lights on and being able to watch everything he did. But she remembered that day in his room when he’d brought her to orgasm. That promise of release was only a breath away now, and her body knew it.

“You like that, Wendy?” asked Wade. She nodded, feeling strange answering him when he referred to the other man. But it was titillating. The exhibition, the mutual sharing, the erotic nature of their acts—it all compounded to make every cell a live wire. Her stomach fluttered and heat broke out all over her body like a fever that wouldn’t stop until it consumed her whole. She felt flush, her clit practically vibrating.
Any second, any second…

“Jackson… No more. I can’t take it,” she panted. The energy had grown to such high levels that it was too intense. As much as she enjoyed his mouth on her cunt, it was driving her mad. She’d spiral so close, but then a slight move would steal the buildup.

Wade spoke to Jackson, who appeared to thoroughly enjoy his time between her legs. “She’s had enough playing. Give it to her hard until she comes.” Wade tilted her face with his stubbled chin until their mouths met. He kissed her long and hard until Jackson tugged her clit the final time it needed to erupt. She came so hard and fast that Wade her to grab both thighs to keep her from inadvertently kicking Jackson in the head. She tossed her head back. “Oh God!” It was so good, wave after wave of pure bliss cascading through her system like a drug infused into her veins.

Jackson came up for air, a naughty smirk on his face. “She’s ready.”

Chapter Twelve

“Where’s your bedroom?” asked Wade. It had taken all his resolve to sit and watch and do nothing. He wanted a taste of Wendy’s pussy, to bury his face in soft folds and eat her until she came again and again. Her arousal perfumed the air, and her mewling sounds made his cock stiffer than a tree trunk. He was sure he had a perpetual hard-on ever since Wendy came down the stairs of his house in just a housecoat. Or had it been since he first saw her delicate beauty at the fall fair so many years ago?

Her body became rigid. She shook her head, her arms around his neck and legs across his lap. “I…I can’t.”

If she called it quits, he’d have blue balls all night. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her heat, show her what he was made of. Jackson already had his chance to give her sexual pleasure, and Wade craved that same intimate bond. If they were seriously going to try and have a relationship for three, they had to learn to share. “Are you scared? Is it too much to expect you to take both of us?”

“No. I want to, but not here. This was our house. It wouldn’t feel right to use my bedroom.”

Inwardly, he sighed in relief. She wasn’t rejecting him, just being pulled by her emotions, old loyalties she was used to keeping intact. But a widow had the right to move on. Any respectful mourning period had ended over a decade ago. Maybe the only way for her to move on would be to give up her ranch and move in with him. He had enough room. God knows he’d spent many a lonely night alone in the living room watching the flames lick the logs in the stone fireplace. He didn’t want to grow old and die alone. Wade had already questioned his sanity in waiting for his neighbor to admit she had feelings for him. He wouldn’t let any opportunity escape him now. It unfolded in his mind’s eye. Jackson would be like a protégé, a confidant. He could teach him the basics of running a cattle farm, and trust him to handle some of the immense responsibility around the ranch. Wendy could do as she pleased, but they’d both pleasure her, whether alone or together. It wouldn’t matter because they’d essentially be one, a family.

Could that actually work? Or would sins of the flesh crop up—greed, jealousy, hatred?

“We’ll go anywhere you want to go, darlin’. Just say the word.” He admired Wendy’s loyalty and honor. It made him sad to see her so conflicted. If he knew she’d find peace if he left now and never looked back, he would. But she was living in a fantasy that could never be reincarnated. She needed to know what it felt like to be unconditionally, irrevocably loved. Maybe one day she’d even trust him enough to return a bit of that love.

“I don’t want to be here at all. I just want to forget everything.”

“Baby, you’ll forget your own name once we start pleasuring you,” said Jackson. He was impulsive and full of energy, but unlike other drifters his age, he had a good heart. When he declared his love for Wendy, Wade could feel it as if the mere words carried a physical promise. It’s the main reason he wouldn’t demand Wendy eliminate him from their life. She deserved as much love as she could get.

He contemplated where they could take her. It wasn’t freezing outside, but still cool at this hour, even though the days were hotter than a barbecue pit. Then he thought of his own house. Could their lust last long enough to move to another location? Or would the trip cool off Wendy’s inhibitions? He decided whatever was meant to be would be if he just did what he instinctually thought was best. “We can go to my ranch. You said you liked it there.”

“I do like it.”

“Good. I’ll make us a nice fire and we can open a bottle of wine. I have a friend in Niagara who keeps my cellar well stocked in exchange for cowboy steaks year round.” His biggest concern was knowing he wouldn’t want to give her up once the night was through. He’d want to keep her, have her feminine presence fill his darkly masculine world day and night for the rest of his life. Wade knew Wendy had pride in her ranch, and boasted it had stayed in the family for three generations. But it was still just dirt and space. What mattered were the people in her life, those that cared about her. Wendy’s children were grown and leaving, no interest in farming. She had nothing to lose in moving to the Laweson Ranch, making it her full-time home.

She bit her lip, contemplating his offer for a night of double pleasure. “I’ll need a ride,” she finally said.

* * * *

Wendy wrapped herself in a patchwork throw, and then gathered up her things. She was actually agreeing to go through with this. After avoiding all men for years, she would give herself to two at once. It was a journey she had to take. Opening herself up to intimacy, new possibilities, had always been a challenge. Her heart knew that Wade and Jackson were the men for her, she just needed to convince her stubborn logic to agree with her heart.

The shroud of night hid their illicit escape to the Laweson Ranch. She swore if anyone caught her pulling up to the neighboring property, they’d know what she was up to. She sat between both men, sandwiched on the bench seat. They smelled delicious, and both men were visually tempting, built for hard labor. The fact she knew firsthand how skilled they were in pleasuring her body made her anticipation soar. Who would take her first? What new delights would they expose her to? Wendy had little experience in anything kinky. A new side to her had been awakened, one that wanted to explore her sexuality, to feel wanton and unbridled.

“Come on, let me carry you,” said Jackson after slipping out of the truck. The outside spotlights were on around Wade’s property, but shadows still dominated.

She allowed him to transport her to the house, feeling slight in his strong arms. Wade unlocked the door and held it open for them. Only a distant table lamp was on, giving the open concept room a subtle glow, warm and inviting. It created an intimacy that prepared her to continue where they’d left off with no delay.

“Let’s bring her upstairs,” said Wade. “I want her comfortable.” Right now she’d be content with the sofa, the counter, even the floor. She was so ready to feel a length of hard cock work her pussy that she could barely think straight. In such a short time she’d transformed from a straitlaced, middle-aged mother of four to a sex-hungry woman with little inhibitions. These men preformed some sort of magic on her that she was incapable of resisting. They were her saviors, each proving they’d do anything for her.

Jackson didn’t tire after carrying her up the flight of stairs. When she looked at his face, he had a barely disguised smile on his face. After catching her looking, he kissed her forehead.

“Nice room,” said Jackson as they entered what must be Wade’s bedroom. Everything was in navy blues and earthy-brown tones. A masculine retreat complete with a king-size bed. Jackson tossed her down, and she sprung up and down for a few seconds.

“Careful with her, now.” Wade scowled at her younger lover after flicking on a table lamp.