Sidney’s Triple Shot [Apache Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (34 page)

Instead she rode the wave as it crested again and again, reaching for the pleasure that only Xavier could give her right now. When she finally felt his cock swelling inside of her, she arched her back, giving him another inch of herself, and it was only another deep thrust before he shot his jizz deep inside of her, coating her womb.

His large body slumped over hers, but he braced his weight on his elbows on either side of her, only using the bike as a support ledge. She was no longer even standing on her feet. Instead all of her weight was lying precariously on the seat of the oversized motorcycle. She felt amazing. Her body was still rocking with the strongest orgasm of her life, and the skin of her ass was still tender, but she couldn’t wait to do it all over again. Perhaps Xavier was correct about her subconscious need to submit.

“I love you, too, Sidney.” Xavier’s voice came out in a harsh whisper, and her only response was a wide grin covering her face.

He was absolutely right. There was no way she could leave Apache Crossing. Not when her future husbands lived here.

Several days later Sidney watched Tyce setting the stage for the evening show and couldn’t help the wave of pride that washed over her as she watched his gorgeous frame move so gracefully. The muscles in his biceps and shoulders rippled as he moved equipment around, and she had to bite the inside of her lip to restrain a moan. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her reaction to him or that she thought he wouldn’t appreciate it, but she still hadn’t quite gotten used to the idea of openly demonstrating her desires.

She continued drying glasses and stacking them under the bar in preparation for opening in a couple of hours, and she enjoyed the haunting sounds of Alison Krauss singing “When You Say Nothing At All” over the sound system. The words brought tears to her eyes. Tyce, Xavier, and Noah had apologized profusely for leaving her out of the meeting and for obtaining the pictures from the hospital without her permission. She understood why they did it, but it still nagged at her that they asked for trust all the time, and yet they broke it at the first opportunity.

She had made her choice now though, and they had all promised her that there would be no more secrets. They would discuss things as a unit from here on out. No matter what, she was in it for the long haul. She wanted nothing more than to put down roots in this quirky little town and raise a family with her three devastatingly handsome husbands. They were still adamant that they wanted to surprise her with an engagement ring when the moment was right, so for now she was trying to restrain the urge to hum the tune to “Chapel of Love”
as she puttered around the bar that had quickly become her second home.

The entire community had embraced her relationship with the three men, and she now knew names of most of the people who walked in the door of the bar. It was almost too good to be true, and she was afraid at some point she would pinch herself and wake up in Greenville with Robert again.

The PI had lost his trail at a motel down the highway, but he had left some of his stuff behind in the room, so they thought that he had taken off in a hurry. Every now and then she still felt the hair on the back of her neck rise and had the distinct impression that someone was watching her. She honestly believed that it was just a matter of time before Robert showed his face again, and she just prayed that when he did none of her new family got hurt.

“Sidney!” Tyce’s voice drew her out of her wandering thoughts, and she jumped slightly, letting out a startled squeak.

“Yeah?” she called out, cringing at the breathlessly high-pitched sound.

“Can you come here for a minute?” he said as he set a wooden stool at the front edge of the stage in front of the microphone.

She put the glass she had been working with on the shelf and laid her bar towel down before she made her way across the empty dining room. The bar was empty outside of her and Tyce, and Noah, who was in the stockroom as usual.

Reaching the edge of the stage, she looked up at him, and her breath caught. The stage lights flashed through his shaggy brown hair, and his smile sent wicked shivers of lust through her body.

He noticed the pause in her forward movement, and one strong eyebrow arched at her. “Come on up, I won’t bite. Unless you ask me nicely, and then I’m more likely to nibble at that fine ass of yours then to hurt you.”

She laughed with him as she climbed the stage steps and moved to his side. Both of his hands went to her shoulders, and he directed her to sit on the barstool next to her hip. Once she was settled, he pulled another over next to her and then picked up his guitar.

“I know we haven’t talked about this much, but I really think you have an amazing singing voice. I would like to have you come on stage during some of my shows and sing with me,” he said, watching her carefully.

Sidney felt a flush creep up her cheeks. “I don’t know what to say. I haven’t been singing regularly for more than a year, so I’m really rusty, and you guys are already so good as a group—”

“Do you enjoy singing, love?” He cocked his head at her curiously and avoided responding to her comment.

“I love to sing. It’s a part of who I am, but that doesn’t mean I should be on stage. Plenty of people are great shower singers, but not so great in public,” she said with a wry grin.

“You’ve already been on the Triple Shot stage, and you blew them away. Can you at least sing a song with me and see how it feels?” He was pushing her, and she understood that he wasn’t doing it out of a need to control her like Xavier might. He was actually just trying to give her her wings back. Respect and love for him surged through her, and before she knew it, she was nodding yes to him, and he was lifting a guitar into his arms. “Fantastic, what should we sing?”

“Umm…oh, I don’t know,” she said with a small frown as her brain completely blanked at his question.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Why don’t you pick a song you love, and I’ll kick in where I can. Once we see how we sound together, we’ll pick something to sing as a duet.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

After another moment, she let her eyes drift shut and let the song in her mind swamp her mind and soul. As it filled her with longing and joy, she began to sing one of her favorites, “Breakaway” by Kelly Clarkson. She sang the first stanza, and the only sound in the room was the echo of her own voice, pure and growing stronger with each word. As she reached the chorus, Tyce seemed to find his own voice again, and her eyes came open to meet his gaze as his rich baritone rumbled in perfect harmony with her voice.

Tyce hadn’t touched his guitar to play, instead the two of them belted the chorus together via voice only, and Sidney could feel something inside of her cracking and shattering at the intensity in his gaze.

The sound of her voice reverberated through the large, empty room as the notes drifted away, and Tyce just continued to stare at her. It only took a moment for her self-conscious nature to jump to the wrong impression, and she dropped her eyes to her lap, feeling tears stinging her eyelids.

“That was amazing,” he said softly, and she sucked air through her teeth sharply as she jerked her eyes back up to his.

“Really?”

“You’re going to argue with him, honey? Well then, let me reiterate his words. That was fucking amazing!” Noah said from the back of the room, and Sidney couldn’t stop an ear-to-ear grin from stretching across her face.

“You guys aren’t just trying to make me feel good?” she said hesitantly.

Tyce shook his head violently in the negative. “No, love. I’m telling you, you have one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard, but when you sing and the song means something to you…well…it’s just powerful.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes bobbed between Noah’s grinning face and Tyce’s shell-shocked eyes. “Thank you both. It means a lot to me that you support my singing.”

“Not only support it, love, we encourage it!” Tyce said, reaching out for her hand and drawing it to his lips for a kiss. “Let’s do another one. I’ll start this time.”

His rumbly baritone voice made her heart lurch as he began singing Josh Turner’s “Soulmate.”

She knew from the look in his eyes that he was exposing his heart to her, and she let herself go, throwing herself into the song as she stared into his beautiful blue eyes. The feeling just grew when Noah’s arms wrapped around her waist as the song drifted away on the last notes from Tyce’s guitar.

“You know, seeing you bare your soul when you sing makes me horny as hell,” Noah said softly into her ear.

She burst out in laughter as Noah took the meaningful moment and turned it into something sexually combustible. Tyce wagged his eyebrows at her and winked, making her laugh even harder.

Noah leaned down and nibbled at the side of her neck as Tyce spoke up. “I agree. There is something very sexy about seeing you on stage. Do you want to put on a show?”

She worked to slow her breathing and regain her composure as she answered him. “A show? Well, I’ve sung on stage before obviously, but Robert—”

“Don’t say his name,” Noah snarled against her temple, and she jumped in his arms. “I don’t want you to think about him when I’m thinking about getting you naked. And I didn’t mean put on a musical show, I meant have you ever had sex on stage?”

She gasped. “Are you kidding? I don’t even like to look at myself in the mirror naked! I would never have sex in front of anyone!”

“No one else is here,” Tyce said as he placed his guitar in the holder and moved closer to her and Noah.

Noah gently tugged her up to her feet, and Tyce was there in a second, pressing his body against her front as Noah pressed against her back. The man sandwich, or manwich as she liked to call it in her head, was hot as hell, and she moaned as they rubbed against her.

“Can you free yourself in the moment, love? Take off your clothes for us. Let us see that sexy body,” Tyce directed as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses over her throat and collarbone and down one shoulder.

Noah had claimed the other side for himself, but his kisses strayed to the nape of her neck as her head fell forward on Tyce’s shoulder. “Right here, where anyone could walk in?” she asked nervously, trying hard to keep her head clear while they did their best to fog it up.

“Right here, right now. Can’t you feel how hard my cock is for you?” Tyce said, rocking his hips so that his thick erection pressed into her belly.

“What if someone comes to work early?” she said, hesitating in spite of the lust that was overpowering her.

“What if they do, Sidney? Are you ashamed of us?” Noah said, tensing behind her.

She quickly pushed at Tyce to give her space to turn in their arms and face Noah. “No, never. Don’t ever think I’m ashamed of loving you, Noah Dawson. I’m just not an exhibitionist at heart.”

“Ever tried it?” Tyce said as his hands tugged the halter top over her head without another word.

All of the air left her lungs as her breasts were bared to the empty room and to Noah’s hungry gaze. She felt her nipples pucker and harden as if they were begging him for attention.

“Damn. That’s gorgeous,” Noah muttered as he stared transfixed by her throbbing breasts. Tyce’s hands cupped the two mounds and held them up to his brother for inspection.

“She likes that, Noah. I can feel her nipples getting harder just because you’re watching. You like being watched, don’t you, love?” Tyce growled in her ear, and she shivered.

“Only by you guys,” she responded breathily, and she groaned her pleasure as Noah’s mouth descended to seal over one of her aching breasts.

Electricity shot through her body at that first hot touch, and her pussy flooded with juices. Tyce found that out very quickly when he shoved his hand down the front of her tight shorts and pushed his finger between her now-puffy, wet lips.

“Hell yeah, you like it! That’s so hot.” Tyce pulled his hand back and brought his now-wet finger to his mouth. He sucked her juices off of his own finger, and she couldn’t believe how erotic it was.

Noah now had both of her breasts gripped tightly in his hands, and he was alternating between suckling and nipping at her sensitive buds. She dug her fingers into his curly brown hair and held him close as he continued to feast on her body. He would take one nipple into his mouth and bite down, just as he pinched the other, leaving her seesawing between sensations and whimpering under his hot mouth.

Tyce’s hands tugged the snug black material of her shorts down over her hips and thighs until they rested at her ankles. She was completely nude in the middle of the stage, in the middle of the empty bar. Nervous energy and desire combined to send her pulse racing. His hands moved back up her long legs in a feather-soft caress that had her skin jumping, and when he finally reached her pussy, she couldn’t keep herself from crying out.

He hummed his pleasure as he pressed kisses on the soft skin of her thighs and the round globes of her ass, and he gently sunk his fingers into her wetness from behind. Not really stroking, but still teasing her, he danced his fingers from her clit all the way to her anus and back.

The two men seemed to decide in unison when she had had enough torment, because they both pulled away from her. “Hey!” she protested.

“Patience, love. We’re not going to leave you hanging,” Tyce said with a chuckle as he tugged his shirt off of his beautifully sculpted chest.