Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

“Yes and no. He lets her
think
she does. She adores him and looks at him even to this day like the sun rises and sets with him. They’re actually kind of disgusting with the affection.”

“Disgusting, huh?” The wistful quality of her tone made him want to show her what it would be like to be the center of his universe.

“Kissing and hugging for no reason. Making out on the couch when they thought we were all in bed.” He let loose with a full-body shudder as he relived the memory, coming down the stairs as a teenager and catching them necking on the sofa.

Camilla’s giggle reverberated through her as he lathered her hair, ending with a sensual sigh as he massaged the shampoo into her scalp, careful to not create tangles in her long tresses. “Is that the kind of love you want?”

“With all my heart. But that kind of love comes with some trust. I’m going to earn your trust. Ben will too. He pushes you because he cares about you.” It felt good to say that with no doubt in his mind. She was theirs.

She seemed to mull that over for a minute before she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Sliding her hands around his biceps, she murmured, “I want to learn how to trust like that, but I’m scared.”

Quinten knew exactly how she felt. “I’ve been hurt, too, by someone I loved, baby. I do know how you feel.”

“You do? What happened?”

Quinten didn’t want to cloud the issue with his own past hurts, so he kissed her then said, “Let’s just try together. We’ll earn each other’s trust one day at a time. Ben, too. Give us a chance?”

“Okay.”

“And we still want to help you with your club.”

“That’s going to be hard. Balancing work and a relationship with the two of you.” He didn’t blame her for having doubts. She was probably thinking that Ben would always be as pushy as he’d been the night before. She didn’t realize that Ben hadn’t found it easy to walk her through her past hurts like that at all.

“We’ll make it worth it to you but we may mess up occasionally. We’re not perfect.”

“I know. Neither am I. It helps knowing you understand me. A woman doesn’t like for her man—men—to think that they have her all figured out.”

“Oh, trust me, baby, we
know
we don’t have you figured out.”

She giggled. “Turn around and I’ll scrub your back for you.”

Quinten laughed playfully as he turned for her. “You really just wanna play with my
fine butt
, don’t you?”

“You’re really good at diffusing heavy moments.” Camilla giggled, and his cock pulsed with excitement when he felt her bend downward behind him. “And just for that…” She gave him a love bite on his right butt cheek. Not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough that he jumped a little.

“Ow! Ooh—thank you!”

She chortled with glee as she threw the soapy puff at him. He closed in on her and backed her against the cold tile wall. She gasped and squealed as he tickled her until her cheeks were flushed, and then he kissed her. Hope grew stronger in his heart as she stilled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her off the tile floor and brought her up to eye level. He’d gladly start each day like this for the rest of his life. All they had to do was convince her it was possible.

* * * *

Ben rolled over and stretched in the dim room. The sound of Camilla’s giggle from the bathroom made him open his eyes and smile.
The two of them must be playing in the shower.
Memories of the night before came back to him, inspiring an erection hard enough to make him grit his teeth. She giggled again, and he contemplated joining them.

It’d taken her a while to fall asleep the night before, and Ben wondered why as he made a mental note to talk to Ethan in private. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Camilla, even in an effort to help her. Some things were better off left in the past, and he could imagine how he’d feel if someone was picking at his old wounds. Lord knew he had them, too.

What would Ethan suggest?
Ben smiled. He knew his friend well enough to know exactly what he’d say.
Talk to her…gently.

Confident in his decision, he rose naked from the bed and went into the steamy bathroom. It had grown quiet in the shower again, and Ben’s cock hardened further as he guessed the cause.

His suspicion was confirmed when he opened the shower door and found Camilla backed up against the far wall of the shower, with Quinten blazing a trail with his lips and tongue down her torso, probably headed to her sweet little pussy for a snack. Quinten groaned hungrily as he lapped at her, clutching the perfectly rounded globes of her ass cheeks.

He stood there staring as she tilted her head back, eyes closed, licking her lips then moaning as her cheeks flushed with pleasure when Quinten found her clit. A shudder went through her, and she opened her eyelids a bit as Ben stepped in and closed the door, shutting out the draft. Her sensual smile seduced him to come near. She held a hand out to him, parting her lips for a kiss as he gave in to her siren call.

Ben figured that as soon as they were capable of speech, he’d talk to her…gently. Her gaze searched Ben’s as she smiled at him and whispered, “Good morning,” before joining her lips to his. So much for worrying that in the light of day she might have second thoughts about a ménage with them. The fact that she was willing was in her touch.

Gratitude seized him, and he laid his lips on hers, brushing gently, pressing little kisses to the corners and her chin, before kissing a trail over both her cheekbones. “Are you mad at me?”

“Shut up and kiss me some more, you big…” He licked at her lower lip and stroked her tongue, interrupting her soft words with a deep, soul-stroking kiss. She mewed softly as her eyelids closed over her stormy-green eyes.

Her hands slid down his chest, making a path straight to his aching cock. “Big…what, baby?”

She sighed in pleasure as she tugged at his lower lip with her teeth. “Big bully. Pushy…overbearing…pit bull.”

His cock jerked as she circled his girth with her hand and stroked from root to tip. Warning tingles shot down his spine and gathered in his testicles as she repeated the maneuver over and over again.

Barely able to concentrate, he whispered, “I guess that means you’re not gonna bow down to me or call me Master, huh?”

Quinten’s shoulders started shaking, and wheezing laughter came from his throat as he continued licking her pussy.

She latched on to Ben’s lower lip with her sharp teeth and bit down enough to get his attention then released his lip with a sucking pop that made it snap back against his teeth with a comical flapping noise.

“Sure, honey, right after you kiss my ass and call me your queen.”

A chuckle welled up inside Ben as she smiled at him and stroked his cock then licked his nipple. “So much for claiming us a sweet little submissive, Quinten. We have a little wildcat instead.”

Quinten made a suggestive sound as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she gasped and squirmed against his hold. “Mmm. More fun to tame, I think.”

“Or torment,” Ben agreed as he leaned down and latched on to one of her delectable pink nipples. “Is she wet?”

“Drenched. Ready for a good morning fuck, I think.”

Camilla exhaled in a rush as Quinten slid a couple of digits between her lips to finger-fuck her as he sucked at her clit. Her eyes slid shut, and she trembled as she gripped Quinten’s shoulders with both hands and moved against his mouth. Ben steadied her at the waist as he continued sucking on her nipples, feeling the tremors that raced through her a moment before her back arched and she cried out loudly, coming undone for them. Her panting cries echoed in the shower enclosure as Quinten kept her orgasm rolling for several seconds. The flush in her cheeks spread down the smooth column of her throat to her chest, an undeniable marker of her pleasure.

Ben spread kisses over the hot satin of her cleavage and murmured, “Beautiful.”

She held on to both of them and whispered, “Fuck me, please. Fuck me.”

“Any preference which one of us?” Quinten asked as he rose, glancing at Ben before looking into her eyes.

“I prefer both of you. I need you both.”

Ben stroked her shoulder. “You’re not ready for us both to fuck you at the same time. Not yet. But you can have both our cocks, if you’re not too sore from last night.”

“It’s been a while since I had sex, and I’m tender, but right now I burn for both of you. Please. Right now. Just take me.”

Quinten was responsible for her lightened mood, so Ben nodded to him as he stepped onto the bath mat and reached in the medicine cabinet for condoms. She wanted it right then, and they’d give her whatever she wanted. He tossed a condom to Quinten and took Camilla from him, pulling her back against his chest, stroking her breasts as Quinten rolled the condom into place. Ben whispered, “I’ve got you,” and brushed his lips beneath her ear. He lifted her left thigh and growled happily when she got with the game, latched on to him, and lifted her right thigh into his other hand so that he served as a sling to hold her for Quinten.

Quinten groaned as he paused and looked at them, and Ben leaned against the wall for leverage. “That’s damned hot, baby. Ben holding you open for me like that.”

Camilla ground her ass back against his cock and looked up at Ben and moaned needily as he growled in response. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna explode, sugar. You’re lucky my hands are full or I’d be playing with that sweet little ass of yours.”

Quinten came close and stroked her swollen cunt with the head of his cock, drawing needy mewing sounds from her. “Do you like to have your ass played with, baby?”

Ben saw Camilla’s lips bow into a seductive smile, and she nodded. “I like it, Quinten.”

Ben asked, “Have you ever had anal sex?”

If she hadn’t, they would need to go slow with her, give them time to prepare her beforehand.

She turned her gaze to him and nodded again. “It’s been a while, but yes. And…” Her eyes twinkled with naughty enjoyment.

“You love it, don’t you, sugar. You love the thought of having one of our cocks in your tight little ass.” It was all Ben could do not to put her down and proceed with a ménage, but he instinctively knew that it wasn’t the time. She’d already given them so much. They needed to win her full trust first.

Camilla rested her head against Ben’s shoulder and held on to Quinten’s bicep as he guided his cock to her cunt and thrust. He buried his mouth against the juncture between her neck and her shoulder as he pumped slowly with his cock, taking his time as he worked it into her pussy.

Camilla moaned ecstatically, and Ben thought it was a real possibility that with the way she was grinding between the two of them he might shoot his load before he was ready. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to rock against her as Quinten worked it all in and then proceeded to fuck her silly.

Ben watched, his heart pounding with a startling mix of love and lust as her cheeks bloomed again with a rosy hue.
She’s so damned beautiful like this! Why wasn’t I begging for her attention from day one?
Keeping her in their lives was the only thing that mattered to him now. Both men nibbled at her shoulders and her throat. Her legs tightened over Ben’s arms as he held her open, and he could feel the tension building inside her. She held on to both men, her hands constantly searching for a place to rest, grasping Ben’s nape and his shoulder while holding on to Quinten’s bicep and his hand as he threaded it up into her hair.

“Please, don’t stop, Quinten. Just like that! More! Harder! Yes!”

Her grip on Ben’s nape tightened, and he growled with pleasure as her back bowed and she cried out and thrust against Quinten with her climax, pushing Ben to the edge.

Quinten slid a hand around Camilla’s neck and devoured her lips. He groaned deeply as he stilled, his trembling as he came communicating itself through Camilla’s body. Ben’s arousal was a wild thing, demanding satisfaction as Quinten stood upright again and withdrew his cock.

“Holy fuck, that was good, baby. You okay?”

Camilla moaned wordlessly and nodded, holding on to Ben’s forearms with shaky hands as he lowered her legs to the shower floor and helped her stand. Changing his mind about any more shower play, he grabbed the other condom from the shelf in the shower and lifted her into his arms to carry her out of there. He didn’t care about drying off. He didn’t care about getting the bedding wet. He cared about planting himself in the sweet solace of her body, regaining the paradise between her thighs that he’d found the night before.

Quinten said his name, but he barely heard as he laid her at the end of the bed with her legs spread so he’d fit between them. She scooted to the edge of the bed, biting her lip as she watched him roll the condom on his cock.

“Ben,” Quinten said once more, obviously trying to get his attention. Ben wanted to ignore him, lust making his blood race in his veins. He glanced at Quinten and did a double take when he saw him holding up his cell phone. “It’s for you.” Quinten’s voice brooked no disagreement as he glanced at Camilla in apology. “It’s Hank Stinson.”

Ben mouthed one word—
Fuck!
—and turned back to Camilla. He pulled the condom off and stroked her thigh consolingly as she pooched out her little lower lip in sympathy. “Hank wouldn’t call this early unless it was an emergency.” He’d been so horny he hadn’t even heard the phone ringing in the bathroom. He recalled giving his phone to her before she’d taken her shower the night before and it must’ve been left on the counter.