Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (31 page)

Her cheeks were rosy as she looked up at him. His heart hammered again as he gazed into her still-sleepy eyes. He felt particularly blessed that he got to see her like this. Fresh from sweet dreams and warm from his bed, dressed in his T-shirt.

“I feel fine.”

“Sore?”

She shrugged, and a satisfied smile bowed her lips. “A little, but nothing I can’t handle. You both are so big.” And just like that, the fresh-faced princess turned into a seductive vixen as her naughty smile curved to one side. She leaned forward and flicked his nipple with the tip of her tongue and giggled when he jumped at the contact, and a shudder rippled through his torso.

He picked up the tongs and made clamping motions at her nipples until she giggled and twisted in his arms. He guided her back as the bacon sizzled so she wouldn’t get popped by any of the grease and hummed softly as she gave him a good-morning kiss. She tasted of her minty toothpaste and her own sweet essence.

“Where’s Ben?”

“He’s running errands today before he goes out to Morehead to check in with Jack and talk to him about what happened. We’re getting together with Ethan this afternoon to talk about increasing security.”

“Is that really necessary? What if it really was just someone taking advantage of a door left ajar?”

“I know you don’t want to overreact, baby. But what if it wasn’t? We don’t want to take chances with your safety. If I could spend every moment with you, I would. But you’re needed there and I’m needed at The Pony. I’m also hoping you’ll be leaving every day before it gets dark, too.”

A doubtful look crossed her face. “That’s pretty early. You know once we get close to the opening that won’t be able to happen.”

“I’m pretty sure that Cody, Heath, and Spencer will be willing to adjust their schedule to accommodate you.”

“I took an application yesterday.”

“I would imagine now that word is getting out, you’ll have a lot of applicants. Remember you can have Ace and Kemp do background checks on all of them.”

They ate breakfast, and when she would’ve returned to the bedroom to clean up and get ready for work, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled her into his lap.

She arched her brow at him. “Mr. Lay-Around-the-House, I have work to attend to.”

“Nuh-uh. You have a horny man to attend to first.”

Her eyes glittered with merriment and lust as she allowed him to pull her close so she straddled his lap. “What did you have in mind?”

“Depends on how daring you feel?”

Camilla wiggled in his lap, rubbing her blessedly bare pussy on his thick erection. “I feel very,
very
daring at the moment.”

Quinten gestured with his chin out the kitchen window as he slid his hands beneath the T-shirt and caressed the hot, silky flesh of her bare ass. Two perfect, firm handfuls. “See that out there?”

She looked out the window at the wooded back end of the property, which ringed a good-sized fishing tank. A pier extended into it from the right-hand bank. “The tank?”

“The pier.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she giggled. “Scandalous, honey.”

“From the highest point of the bank, you can see two of our neighbors’ houses. But once you climb down to the pier and walk out onto it, none of the houses are visible. Of course, from this point, you can see right into the tank. As long as we’re home to watch over you, you could skinny-dip or lay out in the nude and we’d be the only ones who’d know. Of course, if we were
with
you, you’d be doing more than just swimming or sunbathing.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

“We’d be keeping you very busy multitasking.”

She bit her succulent lower lip, and her eyes took on a faraway look as she turned her gaze to the tank. “Can we? Now?”

“Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

“But we don’t have very long.”

“We have all the time we want. You’ve been given the day off, and I’m here to enforce it.”

“Oh,
bossy
. Whose idea was that?”

“Mr. Dominator, but I agreed to it. You need a day of rest and relaxation. Later, we’ll meet Ben and Ethan at the club. Right now, we’re going to have fun.”

“I don’t know where my bathing suit is.”

He squeezed her butt cheeks again. “You don’t need one. Just wear this or wrap up in a beach towel for now. The sun is out, and it’s warmed up some, so put on sunscreen.”

She scampered out and came back with her flip-flops on, a couple of beach towels, and a bottle of sunscreen. “I’ll let you put the sunscreen on me.”

“The pleasure would be all mine.”

He started the dishwasher with a happy growl and opened the back door for her. Cardinals perched around the ceramic birdfeeder in the yard, flapped their wings, and flew to the refuge of the mature pecan trees in the backyard. He clasped his fingers with hers as they descended the steps into the yard, and he thought how damned lucky they were to have a woman who was as adventurous as Camilla was.

“No one is coming to the house today?”

“No one. It’s just the two of us…as far as I know.” He added that little edge of uncertainty and smiled when she bit her lip again.

“I’ll keep my beach towel close at hand just in case.”

“Okay.” He helped her down the incline into the shallow basin of the tank, and she peered into the water, looking for fish, while he set the towels and her sunscreen down at the end of the pier and waited for her.

His instincts had been dead-on about how much she would enjoy the pier. He knew that because she smiled and pulled down the front of his T-shirt so that it was snug against her breasts and revealed her lush cleavage and showed off her hardened nipples through the thin fabric.

Damn, she’s perfect!

She gathered the hem of the T-shirt into her hands and twisted coquettishly as she lifted it and turned her ass to him. He couldn’t help but lick his lips and take devilish pleasure that she was all his for the next several hours. She twitched her derriere at him as she shimmied the T-shirt up an inch at a time, revealing more and more of her backside, the lush globes of her ass topping shapely thighs, and the smooth indentation of her waist and the outer curves of her full breasts. A perfect hourglass, and all theirs.

He could imagine himself sitting with her straddling his lap, just licking her bountiful, satiny breasts for hours, burying his face between them and breathing in her alluring scent. His cock tingled with need as he imagined lifting her and impaling her, her slick flesh enveloping him in a snug, rippling embrace.

She turned, holding the T-shirt to her chest, before she unselfconsciously dropped it on the wooden decking of the pier. It spoke to the part of his brain that still had enough blood left in it to function that she trusted him to keep her safe and didn’t bother looking around to make sure one last time that they were alone.

She kept her eyes on him as she took a step forward, slowly sauntering down the pier to him, poetry in motion. The sun glistened on her breasts, and the gentle breeze hardened her nipples. Remembering the towels, he stepped back and opened one of them up and spread it on the end of the pier. A fish came to the surface, searching for food, and swished as it darted away, startled by his motions. He didn’t pay attention, keeping his eyes on her as he felt around for the bottle of sunscreen, which was somewhere nearby.

“Are you leaving your clothes on, Quinten? Or are you going to show me what’s growing behind that zipper?”

Her eyes twinkled as she watched him undo the button on his cargo shorts, the only thing he’d worn, since he’d gone commando, and then dropped them on the deck. He slipped off his flip-flops and stepped from his shorts, his cock jutting out hungrily as she closed the distance between them with leisurely steps.

His dick bobbed with lust as she licked her lips and hummed softly in appreciation. He felt it swell and get even harder for her. Her hips swayed with each step of her delicate little feet, her posture perfect and proud, showing off her breasts to great advantage.

As she came closer, he could see that her inner thighs were already damp from her wet pussy. He couldn’t wait to slide his fingers through her silky lips before thrusting deep inside her. For now, she needed sunscreen on her so she didn’t burn. In Texas, even in late autumn, it was folly for someone with her fair skin to ignore the risk of sunburn.

“Baby, are you wet for me?”

He felt around for the sunscreen blindly, not taking his eyes from her. She suddenly reached out to him as he lost his balance.

“Quinten!”

* * * *

Ben chuckled as he sat on the edge of her desk at The Twisted Bull, listening to her story about their morning out on the fishing pier. “So you weren’t the only one who got wet?”

“Nope. I couldn’t reach him in time.” Camilla stroked Quinten’s shoulder as she perched in his lap, aware of the once-again thick cock beneath her ass. She giggled, thinking him very good-natured, and kissed his temple as he rubbed her back with his warm hand.

“Did you jump in after him?”

Laughter burst from her. “Yes, not thinking that it’s
November
. That water was
cold
, for crying out loud!”

Quinten nodded, looking very pleased with himself. “So I had to do the gentlemanly thing and warm her up.”

The ambience of the room underwent a noticeable change as, in a voice heavy with both lust and affection, Ben asked, “Did he take good care of you, sugar? Your cheeks are still rosy. You must’ve come hard for him.”

Camilla noticed that the bulge at Ben’s groin had thickened deliciously. Her pussy responded with a rush of need, her lips swelling with arousal. “He did, and…I
did
.”

Ben’s eyes glittered, and he shifted a little uncomfortably on the desk, giving his growing cock more room. “I’m gonna regret asking this, since we have a meeting to get to, but you want to tell me about it?”

Camilla nodded slowly and kissed Quinten when he turned his loving gaze on her. “After we dried off, he put sunscreen on me. I climbed in his lap to help him get warm, and he slid his big cock in my pussy.” She turned her gaze to Ben, knowing there were workmen just outside the closed, locked office door. “But I was feeling very naughty, and I got on my hands and knees.” Quinten shuddered against her, evidently reliving the pleasant memory. “And he rubbed my clit until I came and then fucked me good and hard.” Quinten groaned and kissed her cleavage, which was within easy reach with her on his lap.

Ben’s intense, lust-filled eyes communicated his need to her, and she licked her lips. “I want to suck your cock, Ben. Can I?”

He showed a trace of surprise, appeared to listen closely to the activity outside the office for a few seconds, and then nodded slowly. “Quinten, keep her on your lap and roll the chair closer so she can reach me.”

Camilla’s pussy quivered as she hoped they intended to give her another variation on the ménage. Ben unbuckled his belt and unzipped his Wranglers for her. She squealed softly when she realized that he’d gone commando, too, as he lifted his big, thick erection for her. He eased his jeans down just a bit so she’d have unfettered access, and she started with his balls, licking him and enjoying the sound of his sudden indrawn breath.

“Fuck, that’s so good.”

She suckled gently at his sensitive flesh and was vaguely aware of them whispering to each other for a moment. Next, she felt Quinten fumbling with the button and zipper fly of her Wranglers. He wrapped a forearm around her waist and eased her jeans and panties down to her knees.

Her pussy clenched as she perched on his knees while he did the same for himself, freeing his shaft. She focused on licking up the length of Ben’s cock and sucking the head into her mouth, content for him to do with her what he wanted. Ben stroked the back of her head.

“Sugar, that feels so damned good. Are you going to suck it until I come?”

Her pussy quivered with anticipation, and she drew out a soft, happy affirming sound as she stroked his balls. An excited gasp escaped her as Quinten gripped her hips and guided his knees between hers and drew her back onto his erection.

“Fuuuuck,” he whispered. “I’ll never get enough of your sweet pussy, baby. I love it.”

She ground in a tight circular motion on his cock, tugging at him with her pussy muscles, needing him deep, deep inside her. His faint groan of pleasure and the way he trembled beneath her as he slid in to the hilt made her heart pound with joy. The thrill wasn’t only fucking in such close proximity to others, it was also in knowing she had the power to give them so much pleasure.

The chair squeaked as Quinten shifted, and he stilled, growling with need. She braced her hands on Ben’s thighs and her feet on the swivel legs of the chair and increased her circular grind as Quinten held her hips steady. Proving she was an able multitasker, she rode him as she sucked Ben’s cock. Their quiet respirations and the sensual sound of Quinten’s cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt were the only sounds that registered in her ears. The relative quiet of the moment was punctuated by the sounds of construction and progress just beyond the thin office walls.