The Sextet - Sharing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

every dream I have of you.”

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Anna tried to reply, but the image of Devon’s penis moving close

to her lips and the longing to taste his hard, hot flesh was so powerful

in her mind that she could only give a slight nod accompanied by

another sigh.

A soft laugh rumbled in Devon’s throat. “You may be speechless

at the moment, my love, but I promise I’ll make you cry out over and

over again with ecstasy.”

Lowering his head, he drew both of her nipples into his mouth

again, laving his tongue from one tightened and excited tip to the

other. He suckled hard, nipped each stiff and upright peak, and

laughed when her throaty moans became hungry cries. “Yes, that’s it,

my darlin’, oh yes, yes. It’s wonderful to know that you still love it when I suck and make love to your pretty little pink titties like this?”

“Oh, yes, Devon, I do, I love it, I really do,” she answered, her

voice breathy, and barely louder than a whisper. “My cunny feels as

though it’s on fire, it is throbbing so much now. Please…touch

it…touch me…see how wet I am…please…it’s been so long since…”

“Remember, Anna,” he softly admonished. “Patience.”

“Closer,” she pleaded. “Closer. Please…I need to feel…”

“Shhh. Shhh, love.” He silenced her pleas with another kiss.

As he continued to fondle her nipples, tweaking and rolling them

between his thumb and fingers, Devon plundered her mouth again and

caressed her tongue; drawing it into his mouth and making her nearly

lose control of her sanity.

Devon wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his

body. Moving his hands down over her ribs, her waist, and her hips,

he quickly drew up the skirts of her riding habit, exposing her

pantaloons. Separating the fabric, he cupped her bared buttocks and

slowly lifted her off her feet, raising her up against him, inch by inch.

Impatient and desperate with need, Anna wrapped her legs around

his hips. She tightened her hold about his neck and slowly pulled

herself higher, seeking the hard ridge of his cock. It was as if her body was making all the decisions on its own.

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“Is this what you’re looking for?” Devon asked, lifting her up

another couple of inches.

He drove his hips forward, and immediately Anna felt what she

desperately wanted. She felt the hardness and the heat she desperately

craved, and she felt what she desperately needed. “Oh, yes, yes,” she

breathed as his erection pressed against her pussy. “Please,

Devon…oh, God, yes!” Tipping her hips forward, she began to slowly

ride the steel-hard length of his cock, causing the cotton fabric of her

pantaloons to rub between the wet and delicate folds of her cunny,

and delightfully massage the swollen, sensitive button of flesh at the

top.

Tipping her head back, Anna closed her eyes. Needful moans

slipped from her throat with each breath, punctuating her words as the

pace of her thrusts increased. “Please…more…now…please

more…now…I want you…inside…”

In the next instant, Anna’s world turned topsy-turvy and came

crashing down around her. A bucket of water poured over her head

couldn’t have doused her desire any quicker, and the coldest day in

winter couldn’t have turned the heat between her thighs to ice any

faster.

“Welcome home, Anna, darlin’,” Connor O’Donnell whispered in

her ear just before he kissed her cheek. “Is my brother bothering you,

my love?”

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Anna shrieked.

Quickly pulling her arms from around Devon’s neck, she pushed

against his shoulders. “Dev, put me down,” she begged, trying to keep

her voice at a whisper. She pushed Devon’s shoulder again. “How

long has Connor been here? Please, you have got to put me down

now! I’m so embarrassed.”

Devon chuckled, but he didn’t release her. Instead, his grip

tightened.

Why won’t he do as I ask?
Looking down, she suddenly realized

that if he did, Connor would see she was half naked.
If he hasn’t

noticed already
. “No, wait…no, Devon, wait…not yet. Wait just a

moment.”

Desperate to cover herself, Anna tugged at her chemise, trying to

pull it up over her breasts or at least cover her nipples. Suddenly, the

fabric ripped. The sound of the delicate batiste garment tearing was

the last thing she’d wanted to hear.
Oh, no, no! What can I do now?

With only one option left, Anna frantically seized both sides of her

jacket and pulled them together. After fumbling with the buttons for

what seemed like hours, she finally succeeded in closing a few in a

haphazard fashion. She breathed a soft sigh.
At least some semblance

of modesty has been spared.
“Devon, now you can put me down.”

“But, sweetlin’, if I did, I’d lose the delightful cozy nook that my

cock is so happy to have become reacquainted with,” Devon

whispered, nudging his hard penis against her mound three or four

times, as if to accent his argument.

Stifling a whimper, Anna buried her face against Devon’s neck

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and tried to ignore the traitorous waves of desire that coursed through

her body. She quickly cast a glance over her shoulder at Connor.
How
can I feel this blatant hunger for Devon with Connor standing just a

few feet away and watching us? Have I become as shameless as an

alley cat?

Looking back at Devon, she was puzzled to find an unexpected

wide smile on his face.
What is happening? I don’t understand.

Nothing was making any sense at all.
Why isn’t Devon surprised to
see Connor? Why doesn’t he tell him to leave? What are they both up

to?

No answers were needed for any of her questions because in an

instant, reality struck like a blinding bolt of lightning and stole her

breath away.
Oh, my God, they know, they both know. They know that

I’ve…that…that they have both been my lovers. This whole scene has

been planned.
Gasping for air, Anna fought the burden of her guilt and the tears that threatened to spill. What
am I going to do? What
can I do?

Desperate to put an end to the awkward situation, she pushed

against Devon’s chest, squirmed again and again in his arms, and

made another plea. “Dev, please, I beg you. Let go of me.”

“Patience, my love.” Devon chuckled then kissed her cheek. “My

cock is just like a smoothbore field cannon, my love. With all of your

wiggling and rubbing, it’s all primed—and ready to explode.” Giving

her another quick kiss, he looked over her shoulder at Connor. “It

seems as though you’ve found Anna and me in a little…uh…private

‘welcome home’ moment.” He raised his shoulders in a slight shrug.

“I discover that I have a little problem, and I think there are two

choices I can make. So tell me, brother, which one should I choose?

Should I liberate our sweet Anna or let my cannon fire at will?”

Surely Devon can’t be serious!
Not believing that she’d heard his words correctly, Anna held her breath and waited for Connor’s

answer.
Suddenly, a wild rush of tingles raced down her spine as Connor stepped up behind her. He gently began pulling the hairpins

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out of her chignon, moved her long hair aside, and kissed the back of

her neck. The delightful shivers continued as his tongue traced a

gentle sweep across her skin, moving higher to circle the rim of her

ear, scorching her skin everywhere it touched.

“I’m really surprised you’re asking for
my
advice, Dev,” Connor

replied to his brother’s question while lightly tugging at Anna’s

earlobe with his teeth. His hands slid down her arms, and he began to

gently rub the sides of her breasts. “You’re a cursed cad, Dev. You

stole my saddled horse and left me to tack up yours before I could

ride over to
Belle Rêve
to welcome our Anna home.”

“Blast it to Hades, Connor,” Devon rebutted. “If I’d taken the time

to saddle my own gelding, you know damned well you would’ve been

here before me—Anna would be in
your
arms, and I’d be standing

there where you are.” Shifting his stance a little, Devon laughed. “But

you should be used to it by now, twin. I’ve been about fifteen minutes

ahead of you since the day we were born.”

“Another underhanded, Mississippi river rat trick of yours,”

Connor countered, lowering his hands again until he touched and

caressed the bare skin of Anna’s exposed bottom, his fingers

smoothing over her flesh, and stroking the cleft between her buttock

cheeks until they reached the apex of her legs. “I still believe you

deliberately pushed me to the back of our mother’s womb to make

sure
you
were Papa’s firstborn son and heir.”

“Enough! Enough! Stop it!” Irritation and rising desire drove

Anna to snap at them both. “Do you two have to argue about the order

of your births, now, at this moment?” She tempered her voice to a

softer pitch, then looked over her shoulder at Connor, trying to ignore

his fingers that were now lightly caressing and tantalizing the moist

lips of her pussy. “Connor, please, if…if Devon won’t put me down,

will you help me?”

“My darling Anna, don’t fret, you know I’ll always be here to

help you,” Connor said, his breath hot on her skin as his fingers

continued to create their magic, toying with her, slipping in and out of

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her cunny. Kissing her neck, he slowly withdrew his hand, then

settled his left arm under her bottom.

Disappointed to lose Connor’s touch on her pussy, Anna couldn’t

stifle the moan that slipped from her throat.

“Don’t worry, love.” Connor pressed closer and whispered in her

ear. “My cock will be pleasuring you soon enough.” He nuzzled her

neck. “And, if Dev is able to walk with that piece of hard wood he’s

got in his breeches, he’s going to go and unsaddle your pretty mare,

put her in a stall, and get her some water and hay. That should take

him close to some of the fifteen minutes that he owes me. While he’s

doing that, it will be my turn to welcome you home like a true

Southern gentleman should. Then the three of us will have a much-

needed and long-awaited talk. There are a few things that need to be

cleared up—then who knows what else might happen?

Anna’s pulse quickened.
It doesn’t take a mentalist to know that I

probably won’t enjoy the topic of our talk, but I do owe them both an
apology and an explanation.
Another unsettling thought quickly

followed the first and filled her head.
What did Connor mean—what

else might happen?

Before she could find an answer, Connor encircled her waist with

his right arm, lifted her out of Devon’s grip, and set her gently on her

feet. Grateful to once again be standing on her own, Anna

straightened her clothes, tried to calm her emotions and rein in her

desire as she watched Devon lead Seriffa away. Noting how his steps

were being hindered by his stiff cock that was pushing out the front of

his breeches like a tent pole, she couldn’t stifle her giggles.

“It seems that Devon has really risen to the happy occasion of

your homecoming.” Connor laughed and then glanced down at his

own crotch. “But then, as you can see, just looking at you does the

same damn thing to me.”

Suddenly, confusion and chaos began to whirl around in Anna’s

head, the unruly beating of her heart keeping pace.
I don’t understand
what is happening. If they really know that I’ve made love with them

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both, why aren’t they angry with me? This is becoming an illogical

dream with two men with two beautiful cocks that are hard and

wanting…me. What should I do?

Running away and leaving Natchez again was not the answer. But

was facing whatever reprimands or questions the brothers had in mind

going to be any easier? The decision was quickly taken away as

Connor turned her around to face him.

He lifted his hand and traced the curves and hollows of her face

and along the arc of her mouth with the tips of his fingers. “I must tell you that I’m a little disappointed, Miss BonDurant. Where are your

manners? Did you leave them all in Paris?” He slowly shook his head

and settled his lips in a rakish smile. “Tsk, tsk, my lovely Anna, when

the prince rescues the damsel in distress, I do believe that a ‘thank

you’ is at least the proper thing to say. I’d even welcome a ‘
merci

beaucoup, ma cher,
’ but wouldn’t it be so much more pleasant if the
merci beaucoup
was accompanied by one or two of your sweet

kisses?”

A soft cry left Anna’s lips as he pulled her into his arms.

“Anna, my beautiful, beautiful Anna. I’ve ached for you for every