Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

The floodgate broke. Lacey whinnied like a goddamned horse. She wailed like an air raid siren! Her eyes were squeezed together as though she underwent extreme torture and her head thrashed from side to side, but Devin wouldn’t stop. He diddled away furiously like a racehorse in the final lap, going for the finish line. Lacey didn’t realize until much later her fingernails had probably broken the skin of his scalp, she was digging them in so horrifically.

It seemed a long time until the ecstatic spasms abated enough for her to force her eyes open, because she really wanted to see what the men were doing. Devin must’ve known that the tide was ebbing, too, for he backed off with his tongue. Each of his pants against her overly-sensitive clit made her gasp and twitch. Struggling to raise herself on her hands, Lacey knocked over a few books about wild sex positions in time to see Devin pumping his hips, his spine undulating beautifully like a trained seal. Chase struggled to gulp his lover’s semen. Unable to grip Devin’s hips, he had to bob his head like a toy to keep up with the ejaculate.

One of Devin’s hands kept Lacey’s pussy spread as he continued to lick, slower now. His other hand no longer thrashed Chase but lovingly cradled his head to his crotch as he fucked Chase’s mouth. It was a sight to behold. Lacey was so fixated on how beautifully the men’s bodies flowed together, she didn’t even think to look at her own jutting breasts above the shelf of the corset until Devin gave her clit one last lick and took her nipple into his mouth.

She gasped afresh, completely on fire, her chest flushed red with the power of her release. “Devin! Oh, God, no! Too much. Too much!” She shoved him away.

Down by the floor, Chase slurped loudly. If this was debauched or wrong, Lacey was all for it. Had Devin flooded Chase’s mouth with his seed, overcome with lust that he’d made her come so fast?

Devin must have seen her shining eyes watching him pump the last drops of his jism down Chase’s throat, for he smiled somewhat lazily at her. “This is how you learn, Lacey. You’re going to have to tolerate the sight of two men cocksucking. If it bothers you, this won’t work.”

Lacey rushed to reassure her new lover. She touched her finger to the tip of his beautiful aquiline nose with affection. “Of course it doesn’t bother me. It’s who you are. You love each other. It’s natural.”

Devin grinned. “It turns you on.”

Lacey could feel her face grow hot. “It turns me on,” she had to admit. If she hadn’t admitted it, they might never do it again in front of her.

“I knew we might have to mold you to our brand of passion,” Devin said lazily, “but I think we have a lot less work ahead of us than we imagined.” Devilishly, he swiped his tongue over her stiff nipple again but thankfully abided by her wishes. She could not take any more.

Devin looked down at his friend and bucked the mouth off. “You can get up now, buddy,” he allowed.

Lacey clambered to her feet and looked down at Chase, flat on his back now, licking his lips. “Ah,” said Chase, “I don’t need dinner tonight.”

“You’re a disgusting pig, do you know that?” Devin had settled back onto his heels. His cock, long, veined, and throbbing, hung boldly between his thighs, still at half-mast. Lacey’s mouth watered. She couldn’t wait for the day it was her turn to suck that beautiful tool. Devin looked at his friend with affection. “Maybe the lady here would like something to eat, has that ever occurred to you? Just because
you’re
full doesn’t mean we all are.”

“All right! Let’s go to dinner.” Chipper, Chase got to his knees and turned his back on Devin. “Let me go.
Please. Sir.
”

Lacey was fascinated by the power balance between the men. Devin got to his knees, too, and unsnapped the cuffs brusquely. She loved how unashamed Devin was with his body, his sexuality. He had thought nothing of plunging his prick into another man’s mouth while she watched. Now, as he uncuffed Chase and let his aching arms straighten out, Devin took the other man’s jaw in his palm, turned him to face him, and kissed him.

It wasn’t a chaste, dry kiss, either. The men’s jaws worked together as they tongued each other. Now that Chase’s hands were free, they roamed over Devin’s admirable chest, loving him, stroking him, pinching his nipples. Lacey’s mouth watered because she wished to do the same. Poor Chase’s erection filled the crotch of his jeans, but Devin didn’t even touch it. Chase subserviently squeezed the length of Devin’s half-erect cock in his fist, the mushroom head he’d just drained ballooning in his grip. Lacey was fascinated with the dynamics between the two men.

Devin pulled back first, slapping Chase loudly on the ass before getting to his feet. As he stuffed his cock back into his pants, Lacey said, “I’ll pay you for this corset, Chase. I’ve sort of…mussed it. I could see why you don’t let people try on harnesses or panties of course, but I seemed to have successfully mussed a damned corset.”

Devin took a handful of her hair and led her to a wall, eyeballing her entire form while he guided her. He pressed her back against the wall and leaned into her intently, one forearm against the wall on either side of her head. “Missy. Should I say ‘Mistress’ Lacey? One of the first rules of this ménage is do not apologize for anything you do.” He grinned. “Chase is the one who’s supposed to do that.”

“But I’m confused,” Lacey said quietly. “Don’t you want to watch me suck Chase? What else am I here for?”

Devin’s face clouded. He drew back a foot in order to point a stiff forefinger at her. “You are
not
here to suck Chase, that’s for damned sure. Get those ideas right out of your pretty head.”

“Suck…you?” she ventured.

His handsome face relaxed, and he plastered his half-nude body to hers again. The rubbing of his crisp chest hair against her nipples sent twinges of lust shooting down her abdomen. “Now you’re talking. But we have time. We’re in no rush. It’s taken us two years to find you”—he glanced up at a display of bullet vibrators—“well, it took me and Chase a year to find each other, so a year to find you. We’re in no rush.”

Lacey squirmed. “I’m just very…insecure. I don’t know why the two sexiest men in Hell’s Delight would bother wasting their time on an old divorcée like me.” To make her point, she covered her bared tits with her palms.

Devin took her wrist and removed the hand. “You’re not old, Lacey. What are you, twenty-eight?”

She may as well be honest. “Thirty-two.”

He shrugged. “And I’m a thirty-eight year old cowboy, Lacey. Cowboys die sooner, thanks to the rough lifestyle. I’m divorced, too. Before Selina I had a string of failed affairs as well as an ex-wife in Placerville. I’m a fifteen-time loser, Lacey.”

Lacey wondered. What could be so “wrong” with Devin? He was gorgeous, capable, smart. “I often wonder if I’ll wind up a fifteen-time loser, too,” she admitted. “I often wonder what was wrong with me. What caused Ben to prefer to stay out all night partying rather than be with me.”

“Maybe he hasn’t grown up yet. Maybe he just prefers the party lifestyle. Maybe he never should’ve married and promised to act like an adult. I know I never should have, back in the nineties. Back then I wasn’t capable of fulfilling any damned marriage vows.”

“And…now?”

Oh, did she love that grin. “Now? I haven’t betrayed Chase with so much as
glancing
at anyone else—with horny intent, of course.”

“Until me,” she reminded him.

“Yes. I admit I’ve been glancing at you with horny intent for a while now.” To punctuate this admission, Devin took such a nibbling bite from her clavicle her nipples were shamefully stiffened. She could not—or did not want to—hide them from his view. “Just call me a Kate Winslet fan. God, did I jack off after seeing her naked in
Titanic
.”

Insecurity welled in her breast now. “What if I don’t live up to your expectations? What if I do something…something non-Kate-Winslet-oriented?”

Devin chuckled. “Lacey, I know the comparison ends there. You’re your own person. You’re pretty, feminine, intelligent—”

“Voluptuous,” she reminded him. “Don’t forget voluptuous.”

“I would’ve said that, only last time I said that, you got mad at me. All right, then. Voluptuous. See, there you go again!”

She had pushed away from him. With hand on hip she went back to the corset display because she didn’t want to look him in the face. “Yeah, and I work in a hardware store that isn’t even owned by a relative of mine. It’s Cal’s father who owns it, not my father who vanished somewhere in the Philippines when I was seven. I had wanted to be a photojournalist. I even started off on this year-long trip to Africa, but I wound up missing stupid old fucking Ben so much, I came back after a month. So much for journalistic integrity. I threw away what could’ve been a lifelong career over some transitory screw-up that only lasted a few years. I married for love, so now I’m completely skeptical of it.”

Then she realized Devin and Chase weren’t asking for, much less expecting, her love. This was a purely sexual arrangement. To protect her vulnerability, she added coolly, “So this suits me perfectly. Let me ask you, Devin.” She turned back to face him, baring her breasts, hopefully looking bold and not self-conscious. “Why did you not cuff me? You pleasured me instead. That’s hardly the dominating sort of behavior I expect from you.”

Hands in pockets, Devin shrugged. “I realize I need to go slow, to find out what you’re suited for. Besides, isn’t giving someone an orgasm a form of control? I’m just glad I could do it. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Lacey said slyly.

“That was some mind-blowing orgasm, woman. Are you always that explosive?”

“Never.”

They grinned like goons at each other for a while, and then Devin frowned at something over her shoulder. He took a few long strides to her then gripped her shoulder in the universal sign language to stay put. She pivoted to see what he was up to. He was at the front plate glass window peering through the blinds.

“What the fuck…” he whispered.

Without putting on a shirt, he unlocked the front door and was gone out front. Lacey took this opportunity to go to the changing room and get back into her street clothes. She had been working in her usual jeans and button-down plaid flannel shirt, but when Devin had invited her here, she had changed into a jean miniskirt and a loose, flouncy blouse. She even had four-inch heels to totter out on when she heard Devin ranting in the store.

“God fucking damnit! Chase, get down here!”

He was waving around a bright yellow piece of paper, and he only modified his rage slightly when he saw Lacey. “Some fucking moron’s going around town posting these fliers! Says this vigilante group named—Chase, look at this piece of shit!”

Lacey read over Chase’s shoulder. “For the sake of our children we need to shut down the Positive Vibrations store for good!” urged the flier. “The brain drain of this store is our town’s road to ruin! Join us in getting this referendum on the next ballot! As concerned citizens and parents, we say, ‘Just because we’re named Hell’s Delight doesn’t mean we have to act like it!’”

The flier was signed by some merchants Lacey was familiar with, like the bookstore owner Saul Wakeman and the owner of the flower shop, but the author of it claimed to be a guy named Sam Ramone.

“Who the hell is Sam Ramone?” Chase wondered.

“Never heard of him,” added Devin. “And look. He calls his association ‘The End of the Century Pioneers.’”

Lacey said, “Well I’m going to help you take down as many as I see, especially the ones in front of Delight Hardware. I’ll ask Cal and his dad if they saw who posted them.”

Lacey had a feeling, though, that she knew who Sam Ramone was. The Ramones were Ben’s favorite group. And
Road to Ruin, Brain Drain,
and
End of the Century
were the titles of three of their albums.

Ben was out to get Chase and Devin because they were pursuing Lacey.

Chase nervously locked up his store Monday night. Of course, his assistant manager, Julie, would be handling things when Chase was up at Hardscrabble Ranch tomorrow. It was just that with these fliers being posted anonymously all over town, he never knew who his enemies were. And how could anyone defend against faceless enemies? Chase liked to know who he was dealing with, so he could go punch them out.

That was Chase’s normal way of dealing with things. But with an unknown asshole running around, he felt helpless. He only liked feeling helpless when he was collared to a wall and Devin was inserting a long, thick implement up his ass. Being flogged for an imaginary crime—that was the good sort of feeling helpless. He didn’t like feeling helpless against some asshole trying to shut down his business, his livelihood.

Lacey had opined that it might be Ben Pearson behind all this upheaval. She needed more proof. The men tended to agree with her, of course. It was a coincidence of the hugest sort that the fliers had appeared two days after the charity auction. Chase had never heard of any fellow merchants thinking his business was a stain on the community. Lacey tried to ask the bookstore owner who was behind it, and he’d only say that some kid had asked if he could add his name to the flier before printing more. Same with the flower shop gal.