Lily's Secrets [Elk Creek 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (18 page)

Gasping, he rested his forehead against hers. “I want to be inside you when I…I need to be inside you…”

Dakota caressed her ass, sliding his hand up and around to her hip before moving back down to tease her wet folds, a not-so-subtle reminder of his presence. He licked the outer shell of her ear. “We both need to be inside you,” he whispered, concurring with Wyatt.

Poised between them, feeling wholly woman and desired, Lily nodded. Her knees probably would have given out had she not already been on them and if her two men weren’t supporting her between them.

Wyatt guided her down on her back as Dakota removed his hand from her pussy.

Lily turned on her side to face Wyatt as he lay beside her. Dakota wordlessly settled in behind her, reaching for her pussy again.

“I don’t want this to hurt you. I need more of your juices.”

She certainly had enough to spare, her cream dripping down the insides of her thighs she was so aroused, and his words and nearness aroused her even more.

Even though everything they’d been doing since Dakota’s arrival more than a week ago had been leading up to this, the idea of him entering her anus while Wyatt entered her pussy seemed slightly preposterous and beyond shameful. Lily, however, no longer cared how things seemed. She just needed them inside her. She needed to be filled.

She silently nodded and Dakota put three fingers inside her, collecting what he required before removing his hand.

Lily listened as he rubbed her pussy juices on his cock before he braced a hand against her hip and drew closer.

She glanced at Wyatt, his stillness more disturbing than any fit of jealousy he had exhibited these last several days—disturbing and touching. She reached up a hand to cup his face. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“I love you, Lilybelle.” He took his cock in hand and guided it to her opening, looking not at her but at Dakota over her shoulder.

Wyatt teased her moist folds, stroking with the head of his cock, mingling his pre-ejaculate juices with hers for one long moment before he nodded and thrust his hips.

From the back, Lily felt Dakota do the same, breaching her rosette and pushing past the first ring of anal muscles as Wyatt easily slid deep into her pussy.

She gasped at the double penetration, wrapping her arms around Wyatt and digging her nails into his back.

“Almost there,
naw tane
,” Dakota murmured, gently kissing her shoulder and tightening his grip on her hip before he plunged deeper.

Lily screamed at the fiery instant of pain, holding Wyatt tight as she adjusted to Dakota’s length and girth, as she became accustomed to being filled by two men.

Once she got past the shock, the sensation wasn’t bad at all. When Wyatt and Dakota began to move together inside her, the pleasure completely erased the pain.

Lily tested the fit, meeting each man’s thrusts with her own, matching their rhythm until they all three were moving on the bed as one. She tightened her inner muscles on each inward stroke, making both men groan and shudder against her. She reveled in her feminine power, reveled in the wonder of being taken and owned.

Wyatt circled his hips and ground against her, reaching a hand between where they were joined and flicking her distended clitoris with his thumb.

The contact lit a fire in her pussy and Lily bore down harder on his cock.

“That’s it, darlin’. Milk me until there’s nothing left.” Wyatt pressed and rubbed her swollen kernel of flesh until she thought she would go up in flames from the inside out.

Lily whimpered as she bucked her hips between Wyatt and Dakota. She flung one leg over Wyatt’s hip to draw him closer, reaching behind her to grip Dakota’s thigh. His muscles flexed against her fingers and she clutched tight, scoring his flesh when he pierced her.

She saw stars, panting as Wyatt’s and Dakota’s dueling proclamations and foreign murmurings spurred her right over the edge of no return.

“Oh…Oh, Wyatt! Dakota!”

Were they not so isolated in their home, Lily might have worried about disturbing someone nearby with her screaming, but she was just too exhausted and sated to worry about anything.

Lily lay between Wyatt and Dakota, catching her breath as perspiration dried on her skin.

She finally came around to herself a moment later to find Wyatt gently kissing her face, throat, and collarbone. Dakota satisfied himself with nibbling her earlobe and shoulder. They were both still seated inside her and Lily didn’t want them to pull out, not yet, maybe not ever.

She did not want to lose them.

“I should go rustle us up some supper.”

“Not yet. We can wait.” Wyatt glanced at Dakota over Lily’s shoulder and got no argument from the other man.

“We can’t just stay in bed like this all day,” Lily protested.

“Speak for yourself,” Wyatt said and circled his hips against her for emphasis.

Lily giggled and smacked his ass.

The noise of the contact shocked him more than the sting of her hand. In fact, Wyatt enjoyed the sting as much as he enjoyed being inside her. He had never seen Lily so playful before either, not even way back when they first got married.

“Well, maybe you two aren’t hungry after our…tryst, but I am starving.”

He supposed he could go for something to eat, especially since he had thrown up last night what little he’d managed to eat during the day. Not only could he eat, he probably needed to get something in him. He didn’t like feeling weak and at the mercy of anyone, not even his wife, especially not his wife.

Wyatt got up to let Lily slide out of the bed, enjoying the view of her rounded hips and long, shapely legs as she walked across the room to retrieve and don her robe.

He glanced at Dakota and caught him looking, too, but couldn’t muster a lick of indignation at the other man for watching his wife with as much obvious hunger and enjoyment as Wyatt had.

Lily paused at the threshold of the door and glanced over her shoulder at them. “You boys joining me for some vittles?”

“We’ll be down directly,” Wyatt said. He needed a few minutes alone with Dakota.

Lily stared at him for a long moment as if she didn’t totally trust the two of them alone together without her to play referee. He supposed he didn’t blame her.

Finally, though, she nodded her head and left the room.

As soon as she was gone, Wyatt bent to retrieve his long johns, slowly pulling them on and buttoning them as he watched Dakota slip back into his borrowed clothes. Like Wyatt, he took his time, probably not shy about being full- or half-naked in the presence of another male. Hell, didn’t most of his menfolk run around half-naked anyway?

Out on the range Wyatt had regularly eaten, slept, and bathed in the company of other men, so Wyatt wasn’t too shy about being naked or half-dressed in the room with another man either. None of these facts stopped him from feeling at a disadvantage standing in front of Dakota in just his underwear, so he hunted up a pair of trousers and pulled them on.

“You wish to talk.” Dakota folded his arms over his chest as if he had waited for Wyatt to get good and comfortable in some clothes before he decided to speak.

He hated to admit it, but he admired the Indian’s forthright way, always had.

Now that they were alone, though, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he wanted and needed to say to Dakota. Certainly they needed to talk about what had just happened between them all, maybe lay some ground rules for future…trysts, as Lily had put it.

A little late for that, isn’t it? The horse is out of the barn now!

“Hand me that there bottle.” Wyatt impatiently motioned to Thayne’s concoction sitting on the bedside table, needing something to do besides fret about real or imagined trysts.

Dakota picked up the bottle and tossed it to him.

Wyatt grabbed it from the air and looked at the liquid inside. He couldn’t tell much about its makeup through the brown bottle. Giving up, he finally unscrewed the top and lifted the lip of the bottle to his nose, taking a whiff. “Smells like banana.”

“Thayne said it is one of the main ingredients and would help you with any dehydration and headaches. He also said that you should drink plenty of fluids.”

Wyatt frowned. Banana wasn’t the only ingredient in that there bottle, but he’d give it a go if it was supposed to be such an all-fired cure-all. He tipped the bottle up to his head and took a big gulp. The liquid was cool and went down smooth. He tasted other things that he couldn’t quite put a name to, but overall it wasn’t too bad. Wyatt drained the bottle in short order, wiping the back of one hand over his mouth with a flourish while he set the bottle back on the bedside table with the other.

He glanced across the room to see Dakota smiling indulgently.

“Feeling better?”

“At least I’m still above snakes. Although I’m sure it’s not all due to Thayne’s concoction.”

Dakota nodded. “The love of a good woman can do wonders.”

Did he think Lily’s love could keep them all together, that they could just be one happy family now without any backlash or that everyone would approve of their relationship?

Wyatt didn’t consider himself a sophisticate by any means and wasn’t privy to the sort of ménage a trois situations that might have been acceptable in the larger, more cosmopolitan cities of the world outside of Elk Creek. Though he wasn’t real big on most people’s opinion of him except Lily’s, he now found himself wondering what the good townspeople—the people he had grown up with and known most of his life—would think of him sharing not just his home, but his wife and their bed with not just another man but an Indian. He could only imagine the hushed tones and stares from his neighbors.

Yet, he had been enduring the latter two for years now, along with the pity that had been reserved for the poor widower before Lily’s return. Something told him none of those people, the ones who would speak badly of Dakota or disapprove of his relationship with Lily and Wyatt, were his and Lily’s real friends. None of them, except for maybe Thayne and Cade, knew Dakota or could understand what he meant to Wyatt and Lily.

He had a fair idea what Dakota and Lily meant to each other. From the beginning they seemed to share a secret relationship that went beyond Christian charity and gratitude, though Wyatt didn’t know all the whys and hows of it.

Wyatt just wasn’t sure what Dakota meant to
him
, especially now after he had shared his Lilybelle with the other man. He knew for certain he was at sea when it came to putting a name to exactly what the three of them all were to each other. Sure he and Lily were husband and wife, and they loved each other. What did that make Dakota, though? He wasn’t a spouse, but he was much more than a third wheel.

Wyatt didn’t want to think it, much less say it, but the fact was Dakota was Lily’s lover. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Once again he wondered what that made Dakota to
him
. The man certainly wasn’t his
lover
, but there were some strong emotions there for the Indian that Wyatt couldn’t put a name to, actually didn’t
want
to put a name to.

A week ago he would have said his emotions fell somewhere between anger, hostility, and just general ill will. Now, however, he didn’t know what he felt when it came to Dakota or what Dakota felt when it came to him.

Wyatt guessed he had called a truce, but wasn’t sure if it was just for Lily’s sake or his own.

“What is it exactly you think we’re doing here, Dakota?” he finally blurted.

“You and I?”

“All of us. All three of us.”

Dakota lowered and shook his head. “I do not know.”

Wyatt gaped. Well tarnation, if the logical and serene Dakota Cooper was bewildered and flustered then what hope did a mere mortal and hotheaded man like Wyatt have of unraveling this mess?

He supposed they’d have to consult with Lily. She seemed to have more of a handle on these matters of the heart than Wyatt and Dakota could ever hope to. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted.

She had gotten Wyatt and Dakota together inside her after all.

* * * *

Lily put the finishing touches on the evening meal of beef stew and biscuits with several minutes to spare for herself before she expected the men to arrive downstairs.

She knew she had taken a chance leaving them alone, hoping they didn’t come to blows, but she had to trust that their feelings for her would override their enmity for each other eventually. They were grown men, after all, and had been at peace long enough to work in harmony to please her.

Not to mention she’d seen the look in Wyatt’s eyes when he’d said they’d be down directly. His tone had brooked no argument and Lily knew to try would have been a waste of her and their time.

She listened for any commotion from upstairs now and was relieved when she didn’t hear anything untoward. Since she still had a moment of freedom to herself, Lily decided to retrieve from the cupboard where she had stored it the bag Maia had brought her earlier. She took the items out of the bag, one by one, smiling at some and frowning in confusion at others until she read the accompanying handwritten note enclosed.

Lily felt the heat rising to her cheeks before finally replacing all the items and then the bag back to its hiding place, hoping for the opportunity and eager to put every article to use soon.

Since coming down from the bedroom, however, she felt overcome by a sudden pall.

Upstairs in her marriage bed but thirty minutes ago, she had been living her wildest, outrageous fantasies with two men focused on catering to her desires. Downstairs, however, reality was beginning to settle in.

Lily wondered how Wyatt and Dakota would behave with each other now that they had shared such a momentous occasion with her. Obviously, they had called a truce, probably more for her sake than anything and at least long enough to fulfill her needs and theirs. The question was how long would their cease-fire last.