Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (31 page)

Luke quietly chuckled. “Not as private as we thought.”

Still holding one of her hands in his and licking her juices off his lips, he waited for a minute, giving her time to come down from her orgasmic high. He shifted up to rest next to her and he held her close. She could feel his thudding, rapid pulse through her lips as she kissed his neck. Luke McKay was a sensual, responsive being and she wanted to love him all over. Then she’d start on James.

“Luke, James, I want to spread my legs wide and wrap them tight around you, but I can’t, I’m too bloody stiff and sore,” she cried in frustration.

“Don’t fret, love. I just couldn’t resist having a little taste.”

“Neither can I,” added James as he crawled down her body.

It wasn’t long before she was thrashing through her second orgasm of the evening. Her pussy fluttered like an aspen leaf in a light breeze for long several minutes after. Feeling tired she decided to close her eyes for only a minute, then she would show them just what she could do.

She must have fallen asleep because she awoke some time later in the night. The fire still glowed but had died down a lot. They had tucked a blanket around her and both men were sleeping on a bedrolls next to hers, also wrapped in a similar blankets. Luke was still holding her hand and James had his arm draped over her. She squirmed out from under its comforting weight and carefully released Luke’s hand so that she could roll lightly onto her back. She looked up and was in awe of the night sky. Being so far away from civilization there was no light pollution to wash away the dramatic clarity of the thousands upon thousands of stars that she could see. Knowing that there were billions of them out there made her feel small but not insignificant, rather she felt privileged to be part of something so magnificent. There were atoms in her body that at some point had been the stuff of stars, and gazing up at the vastness overhead she felt a connection to the cosmos, as if it held a tugging attraction for those particles that were now part of her.

She turned her head toward another source of attraction and in the dim light looked at the sleeping men next to her. She wondered at how big their hopes and hearts must be to want to include each other and her in their lives. Slowly she shifted closer to James and slid down under his blanket, aware of his scented warm body heat enshrouding her, tempting her in closer. He was wearing loose boxer shorts and she gently fumbled for the open fly and carefully and reverently unveiled his warm, soft cock.

Shannon licked and sucked him delicately, so delicately, not wanting to drag him uncaringly from his sweet slumber but rather slowly tug him through a deliciously decadent dream. She coaxed life-giving blood into the soft flesh. He moaned and subconsciously tilted his hips toward her face, nudging against her in small, pulsing gyrations. His cock expanded, responding to her loving attention, filling her mouth. She used more pressure, sucked a little harder, and fondled his balls. The skin of the sacs tightened and puckered in response. With her tongue she felt his foreskin stretch and slide back, effectively undressing his increasingly turgid cockhead. She swiped around the underside and across the smooth top, tasting the delectable pre-cum now seeping from the slit. Her man and he tasted heavenly.

* * * *

James was languidly pulled out of a sweet dream, surfacing to discover a better reality. His cock was inside something warm and wet—Shannon. He cracked open his eyes, blinking to adjust to the weak star lit darkness. He couldn’t see her and was still partially sleep addled and confused. He whispered her name, and when he heard her responding groan he pulled back the blanket and saw with his own eyes what he could feel.

With a slurping suction she released him and tilted her face to his. He could barely see her features, just a hint of pale skin and a flash of white teeth as she smiled.

“Just lie back, cowboy, and enjoy,” she drawled sexily.

He rolled from his side onto his back and looked up at the star laden sky, for once doing as he was told. It was pure heaven, around and above him, lending a surreal quality to the experience. Shannon moved to kneel between his legs and gripped his shaft with a saliva-coated hand. He simply lay back and let her continue uninterrupted because there was nothing he could do to make it any better. She was a diva at sucking cock and he couldn’t improve on perfection.

The combined squeezing, sliding, and sucking sensations took him and kept him hovering at the pinnacle of pleasure, craving completion. When she slid a wet finger over his asshole it pushed him onward toward imminent release. Pleasure flushed through his system, launching him higher, sending his body and soul soaring past the summit. Prophetically, at the moment he climaxed, calling her name, he opened his eyes and saw shooting stars streak across the firmament, just as semen rushed up his cock. She held his rigid, pulsing shaft in her hollowed out cheeks as he came down her throat. She maintained a light suction as she slowly pulled off him. When the oversensitive, large head sprang free past her tight lips he jerked again, groaning loud. It was almost too much, and he needed to catch his breath. He felt drugged with pleasure.

“What’s the matter?” Luke sat bolt upright, blinking and looking confused, having been awakened by the noise.

“Nothing, just go back to sleep.” James half groaned half chuckled.

Luke lay back down, but Shannon wasn’t having it. “No. I want seconds.”

God, she was a little trooper.

“What?” Luke said groggily. “Shannon, what are you—aaaah.”

A little later, after Luke had shuddered and loudly groaned into the night air, Shannon scooted up the bedroll and lay in their arms. Within minutes they were all asleep again.

Chapter 18

With her eyes closed, attempting to enter a meditative calm, Shannon held the pose with her legs spread wide, back straight and her butt pushed out in the direction of her men. After a minute she fluidly moved into another position, trying to concentrate on breathing deeply and steadily. At first the pain from her sore muscles had been almost unbearable, but slowly as the exercise progressed it became what could only be described as deliciously therapeutic as her muscles stretched and loosened. The morning’s yoga and last night’s massage and abstinence from penetrative sex, would mean that she could bear another day in the saddle. As she executed the last pose and opened her mind to the world around her again, she was immediately aware of Luke. She opened her eyes and sure enough he was staring at her from his prone position on the bedroll. She gave him a wide grin. James was still fast asleep.

Quietly Luke whispered, “That has to be the most beautiful and tempting sight that I had ever woken up to on the trail. A show before breakfast, what a great start to the day.”

He smiled sleepily as he slowly sat up and stretched. Shannon couldn’t take her eyes of his bulging biceps and shoulder muscles. Lord, he was sexy, and her hands itched to stroke his washboard stomach.

“Yoga,” she managed to say quietly with a dry throat yet salivating mouth, “you should try it.”

“I think I should.” His eyes seemed to drink her in and he subconsciously licked his lower lip. He stayed rigidly still, though, as if locking himself down. She smiled.

“I’m not sore anymore.”

He pounced forward and snagged her around the waist, lifting her off the ground and carrying her back to the roll mat. She couldn’t help the little cry of surprise that escaped her lips. James turned over. His eyes remained closed, but his lips curved in a sinful grin as if enjoying a satisfying dream.

“Do they have a Doggy Pose?” Luke growled.

She gulped, it was a rhetorical question but she nodded anyway.

“On your knees,” he casually instructed, flipping her over and pulling her onto all fours. “Yep, I think I remember this one.”

Half an hour later Luke and Shannon lay in a heap panting. Although Luke had been gentle they had gone through several “poses” and she had been molded and bent like a pretzel. She was dimly aware that James was awake, resting on one elbow watching them.

“I’m never going to scoff at yoga again. You sure are flexible, darlin’, and it’s got my mind working overtime with all the new possibilities.” He sat upright and she noticed a tenting in the blanket around his waist. “Ever played Twister?”

Still wrapped in hormonal bliss she chuckled throatily and patted Luke’s thigh. “Yes, and that few extra inches in length really do make a difference.”

“Oh, yeah,” Luke drawled. “A world of new play positions awaits us, especially when you also take into account a third body.”

“Darn right. I enjoy a good show, but I do like to participate.” James yawned and stretched like a cat about to become active. All that latent strength and power evident in the way his muscles moved.

Shannon was suddenly assaulted by guilt. She hoped that James didn’t think that she loved him less. She’d gladly give him a ride if he wanted.

As usual, as if reading her mind Luke gave her a reassuring smile.

“Shannon honey, if this was just a one-night stand we’d be keeping score and trying to outdo each other, but we’re in this for the long haul. You can’t be getting worried about upsetting one of us and trying to keep things equal all the time. That’ll be no fun for you and it’ll just exhaust you, sweetheart. Even if we’d like to continue but you’re too tired or sore, then we’ll just have to wait until you aren’t. If one of us ever feels a bit neglected, then we’ll talk about it, okay? I’m not going to be upset if you and James get together without me and James feels the same.”

That had her thinking about Susan’s date nights.

“Damn straight.” James leaned over and affectionately slapped Luke’s shoulder. “That was one hot session, bro. I spilled like a teenager just watching you.”

They way they talked! She couldn’t get over the open and deep friendship they shared. It was really a wonderful thing and, by God, she wanted to be a part of it.

“All right but you know I want you both? I…I…love you both.”

She felt a little awkward, clearly declaring it like that, because this love, it was such a new, raw, and tender thing.

“We guessed.” Luke nodded.

They both gave her those slow southern smiles that made her go weak at the knees and want to jump their bones. James stood up and she could see his glistening cock, but it didn’t look soft and spent. Yep the seamstress was right; the ‘luck of the Irish’ was piled all around her. She must have been sleeping on a bed of four-leafed clovers.

Luke laughed at her expression. “You hungry again, honey? Can you imagine what it’ll be like when the three of us—” He stopped short, as if remembering that she hadn’t actually given the go-ahead for that.

“It’s…it’s okay, Luke. I want to do it with you both at the same time. Tonight.”

James glanced at Luke and then back at her. “See how you feel tonight, darlin’. You can have us anytime you want. Now, I don’t know about you two, but I’m darn hungry for some food.”

Just at that moment her stomach rumbled loudly. Damn it.

“I guess there’s my answer. The call of coffee and food can no longer be denied, sweetheart, let’s fix some breakfast.”

Rug whined as if in agreement; he had sat waiting patiently for his food, looking confused by the moans and groans that she and Luke had made.

James and Luke talked lightly about business, and she asked them questions about what they were working on at the moment. After washing and eating they broke camp and began the journey to a well site that James wanted to show her. They intermittently slowed the horses to a walk and used the time to talk more about themselves. They told her about how they began their partnership. James explained that they had always known and liked each other, but initially he thought that he and his brother Joshua would have a fraternal ménage like their parents had. Although the brothers had shared women it turned out that Joshua didn’t want a polyandry relationship and was too dominant for James to take the active, more playful role he preferred. Luke knew he’d never share with his younger brothers, but he had always wanted the kind of relationship that his parents had. One night, three years ago, the guys had been chatting up the same girl in a bar and one thing led to another. Before long they were regularly sharing women and recently decided that they wanted to commit to a ménage relationship.