The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

“Not really,” Geneva said. “But if it helps you to think so, then you go right ahead.”

“Very diplomatic,” Sean commented as he came up behind them.

“It helps when dealing with you stuffy Brits.”

“Stuffy?” Brayden hopped off the bed with about as much energy as he’d displayed earlier. “We aren’t stuffy!”

Nigel tugged on her hand, pulling her toward the bathroom. “She’s just jerking your chain, Bray.”

“I knew that,” Brayden said, slightly abashed.

“Hold on a sec,” Sean said as he ran on ahead. Geneva wondered why, but only briefly because watching a naked man run was much too distracting, Sean more so than most.

As Nigel and Rhys led her into the shower, Sean was waiting with a bar of soap in his hand. “I got this for you a while back,” he said, removing the wrapper. “Wouldn’t want you to smell like one of us.”

Geneva leaned toward his outstretched hand and inhaled deeply. “Roses. My favorite. How did you know?”

He smiled. “I pay attention.”

“We
all
pay attention,” Rhys said. “Things you’ve mentioned that you like. Things we’ve seen you buying when we’ve run into you while you’re out shopping.” His nonchalant shrug wasn’t quite enough to cover his underlying nervousness.

“We haven’t been stalking you, so please don’t think that,” Nigel said quickly. He pointed toward the corner of the bedroom. “It began with that armoire. We salvaged it from a house we were restoring. The owner didn’t want it, and then Brayden said he thought you would like it.”

“It was missing a leg and the doors were falling off, but we repaired and refinished it.” Sean now seemed as uncomfortable as the others. “After that, it got to be sort of a…a hobby.”

“Hobby?”

Rhys swallowed with apparent difficulty and gestured toward a pedestal sink that stood at the end of the double vanity. “Nigel saw a sink he thought you would like, so he installed it. The mirror above it came from another project. I thought you’d like it, so I made the cabinet to go with it.” He shrugged again. “We’ve all contributed.”

Curious, Geneva crossed the threshold into the bathroom and went over to the sink. Shaped like a shell, it was furnished with a cup and a matching soap dish, containing an unwrapped bar of the same rose-scented soap. Upon opening the cabinet, she discovered her favorite brands of various lotions, toothpaste, makeup—even a toothbrush—all in unopened packages. She blinked back tears. “You guys did all of this without even knowing I’d ever set foot in here?”

Rhys moved closer, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Like I said, Gen. We were all falling in love with you. This stuff just sort of…happened.”

“It was the only thing we had of you,” Brayden said. “We wanted more, but—”

“Did you pretend I was actually living here?”

Brayden shook his head, blushing. “No, we just pretended that you might someday.”

“We wanted to be ready for you,” Nigel added.

Geneva’s voice dropped to a faint whisper. “I had no idea.”

“It’s not like we kept it a secret,” Rhys said. “I thought we were being damned blatant about it, m’self.”

“I was too obtuse to see it. I mean, it’s not often a girl gets wooed by an entire quartet.”

“I know it’s a little odd, but that’s the way it is,” Rhys said. “We’re a package deal.”

“C’mon, Gen,” Brayden cajoled. “Let’s take a shower and go to bed. You’ll love sleeping with all of us. I just know you will.”

Geneva chuckled. “How many of you snore?”

Brayden’s response was a puzzled frown.

“Uh-huh. Obviously you sleep too soundly to know. I’m a fairly light sleeper myself.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Nigel said. “We’ll make it work—somehow. Earplugs, white noise, whatever it takes.” His eyes pleaded with her. “Please give us a chance.”

“You can pick any spot in the bed you like,” Brayden said. “Though I really hope it’s next to me.

Sean grinned. “You’ll always have someone to wash your back.”

“We’ll rub your feet, too,” Brayden added, his enthusiasm returning. “Polish your toenails, put lotion on your back—all sorts of things. It’ll be great!” He snatched her hand and pulled her toward the shower. “You can wash our willies! Hadn’t thought of that ’til just now. What d’you say we get started?”

Moments later, Geneva was standing under the steaming spray with four hot, wet, aroused men. She had surely died and gone to heaven.

True to his word, Sean soaped up a bath pouf and scrubbed her back. Then he handed her a razor, pulled up the shower chair from over in the corner, sat down, and patted his knee. “Put your foot here, Gen.”

He lathered up her leg, paying particular attention to the back of her thigh where it tied into her butt, sending passionate pulses through her core. Geneva dutifully shaved her leg, but couldn’t stop thinking about washing Sean’s entire body using nothing but her own wet, soapy hands—delving into every nook and cranny and slathering suds all over his balls. He was absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes drifted over his well-muscled chest, smoky blue eyes, square jaw, and then on to that delectable, dripping dick…

* * * *

Nigel waited until she was finished shaving and then sidled up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist. She was soft and warm in his arms, and his cock slid between her butt cheeks as though it had a mind of its own. Perhaps it did. “Sean washed your back, now I’m gonna do your front. Give me the soap.” Lathering his hands, he circled her full breasts, his fingertips teasing the nipples to taut peaks. He nuzzled her neck, licking her smooth skin. This time, he was planning to get inside more than her mouth. “Toss me the lube, Bray.”

Brayden handed him the bottle, and Nigel squirted the slippery fluid all over his cock. He knew she still had Rhys’s cum in her ass, which would help—and he liked nothing better than plunging his rod into a creamy, cum-slick ass—but better to be safe than sorry. Her firm hole soon yielded to his probing, and she shuddered in his arms. His penetration complete, he groaned in ecstasy. “Oh, Gen. You feel so good and tight around my cock. Want another one in your pussy? We’ve got plenty.”

Sean took her hand and pulled her forward. “Got one right here, m’dear. Have a seat.”

Nigel let his cock slide out, knowing that the plunge back in would be even better. Taking her by the hips, he helped Geneva straddle Sean’s lap, sitting her down slowly on his stiff pole. Sean’s head fell back and his mouth dropped open with a soft, “Ahhh…”

Geneva moaned and reached forward, capturing Sean’s lips with a kiss. Her lovely buns beckoned, and Nigel widened his stance. Bending at the knees, he gripped his cock, directing it into her anus. Her tight muscles surrounded him as he slid past the hard length of Sean’s cock, sending ripples of intense pleasure flowing through his groin. His balls hung low, sweeping over Sean’s nuts as he plunged deeply into Geneva.

As he fucked her, Geneva’s body seemed to melt, and she broke off the kiss to rest her head on Sean’s shoulder. Sean gazed up at him with love in his eyes as Nigel leaned down to take Geneva’s place. Thrusting past his parted lips, Nigel plumbed the depths of Sean’s mouth, his tongue mimicking the motion of his penis.

Brayden came in from the right, draping his arms around Nigel and Sean’s shoulders, his cock and balls covered with foaming liquid soap. “Give my willy a wash, Gen?”

“Mmmhmm…” Her hand slid down Sean’s arm, seeking Brayden’s massive cock. When she found it, her hand gliding over his skin, Sean worked it with her, his big hand cupping Brayden’s balls.

Sean turned away from Nigel’s kiss. “Spread your legs, Bray.”

A moment later, Brayden was gasping and bucking in Geneva’s hand. “Oh,
fuck…
He’s gone and stuck his thumb in my butt.”

Rhys came in from the left. “Do me, too, luv.”

Nigel knew from experience that Rhys wouldn’t last long in Sean’s powerful right hand, and combined with Geneva’s gentle strokes, his blissful expression told the tale of his ecstasy. Hearing the other men’s groans and sighs always been a turn-on for Nigel, but the addition of Geneva’s whimpers had his mind awash with greedy, passionate lust. He licked Geneva’s neck while undulating his hips against her bottom, driving in hard until he came, flooding her ass with cum.

Geneva stiffened, letting out an almost inhuman cry as she slid sideways. Brayden’s head lolled back on his shoulders, his mouth hanging open, clearly on the verge of losing all control.

“In my face, Bray,” Geneva pleaded breathlessly. “Come in my face.”

Nigel glanced down just in time to see Brayden fire off a round that must’ve hit her right in the mouth, and she squirmed against his groin, making sounds Nigel had never heard before. Sean lost it then, his pelvic thrusts lifting his butt up off the chair as he rammed into Geneva and dislodged Nigel’s softening cock. Rhys was frantic now. Seizing her shoulders, he turned her toward him to press his cockhead against her tits, bathing them with cream. Geneva moaned helplessly as Sean encircled her with his muscular arms, and Nigel climaxed again, but this time, there was nothing left to ejaculate, and his balls went into a spasm that had him writhing on the floor.

Chapter 6

Sean wasn’t as good with words as Rhys, but right now, he felt like spouting lyrical poetry. Geneva was sitting on his prick, covered with cum, some of Nigel’s probably dripping onto the tile floor beneath her. Tilting her face up with a hand beneath her chin, he gazed into her sex-glazed eyes and kissed her. She tasted like Brayden and smelled like roses, but her succulent lips were pure Geneva. There had to be a poem in there somewhere. Or a song.

He broke the kiss as hot water cascaded down his back. Brayden had taken down the detachable showerhead and was hosing them off. “That was fuckin’ fabulous! I’m gonna sleep for a month!”

“Oh, no you won’t,” Rhys said. “It’s Sunday. Remember?”

“Blimey, I forgot what day it was! Scones!”

Geneva’s puzzled expression made Sean laugh. “Bray always makes scones for us on Sunday mornings. The rest of the time we have laver bread.”

“After I gather up the eggs, o’course,” said Brayden. “Me chickens must be fed first thing!” He licked his lips. “Then we can have fried eggs, scrambled eggs with cheese, poached eggs… Mmm…”

“Don’t forget the sausages, cockles, and scones,” Rhys added.

Geneva was giggling now, a delightful sensation considering Sean’s cock was still buried inside her.

“He really loves eggs,” Sean explained. “Would eat nothing else if we let him.”

“He can eat all the eggs he likes,” Geneva said. “Just as long as you don’t make me eat laver bread. I know it’s very healthy, but I haven’t quite developed the taste for it yet.”

“And you the descendant of a Welshman!” Rhys mocked. “Sacrilege!”

Geneva shook her head. “Sorry, can’t be helped. Just can’t do seaweed. You guys can have all you want.”

Nigel spoke up from the floor. “I dunno. Bray does a good job of it. Mixed with enough oatmeal and fried in bacon fat, it’s damn good. You’ll get used to it.”

“Eat enough of it and you’ll live for freakin’ ever,” Brayden declared. “Me great-granddad has it with every meal, and he’s ninety-seven. Never sick a day in his life.”

Geneva sighed. “Okay, I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.” She glanced down at her chest. “Thought you guys were going to de-spunk me.”

“No worries.” Brayden stretched the showerhead closer, aiming the spray at Geneva’s breasts. “See? It washes right off.”

Sean didn’t want to wash her off him. He wanted her in his lap, her silky pussy caressing his cock for the rest of the night. Too bad that wasn’t possible…

Nigel took down another showerhead. “Lean back, Gen, and we’ll wash your hair.”

Sean was okay with that, especially since no one was suggesting that she stand up yet. Arching her neck, she let her head drop back as Nigel rinsed her hair. Rhys stepped in with a bottle of shampoo and began working up a lather, massaging her scalp with his fingertips. Sean gazed at her upturned face, her exquisite neck, her expression of utter contentment. Oh, yes, he could
definitely
get used to this.

* * * *

Geneva felt like Meryl Streep in
Out of Africa
, only better. She’d always considered having Robert Redford wash her hair while camping out on the African plains to be the ultimate fantasy, but this eclipsed even that. She’d never even imagined feeling so warm, so cherished, so
loved.
She wanted to return the favor—and she would eventually—but right now, she would enjoy this moment to its fullest. She was falling asleep where she sat until Sean shifted her and stood, letting her slide down his body. Rhys and Nigel washed and rinsed between her legs while Brayden worked on Sean. Someone—she had no idea who—went and got towels, cocooning her in their soft, dry warmth before Sean carried her out of the bathroom and sat her down in another chair. Nigel blow-dried her hair. Brayden brought her a toothbrush and a glass of water. She had to go to the potty by herself, but once she’d finished, Rhys scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Four pairs of hands smoothed rose-scented lotion over her entire body, and then four warm bodies climbed under the blankets with her.