The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

Her last thought before sleep finally claimed her was that she wouldn’t leave these guys now, not without a darn good reason. At the moment, she couldn’t think of a single, solitary one.

* * * *

Brayden woke early. Geneva was still right where he’d left her the night before, her arm draped around his waist and her lovely face mere inches from his own. Another hand lay on his hip and someone’s dick was tucked between his thighs from behind. A soft sigh told him it was Nigel’s. Coffee was brewing downstairs in the kitchen. Sean was already up.

He lay there for time, eyes closed, listening to her breathing. This was a moment to cherish, but having dreamed of it for so long, it hardly seemed real to him. He’d fallen asleep, his mind awhirl with thoughts and plans about what they would do the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. It wasn’t as though he’d never fantasized about the four of them being with Geneva before, but he’d had so many fantasies, he’d already forgotten a few. Mentally reviewing them wasn’t nearly as much fun as putting them into practice, but right now she needed her rest.

Licking his lips, he considered what he wanted to do next. He wanted to do each of the things women liked most, and with four of them, they could do them all at once. A mouth to kiss, one to devour her clit, two to suck her tits. The tough part would be deciding who got to do what. His cock stiffened as he took it to the next step. They would switch from using their lips and tongues on her to teasing her with their dicks. He imagined his slick head gliding over her nipple, caressing her pussy lips, delving into her mouth. Once she was writhing and moaning in ecstasy, they could get themselves off on her—he was certain he could come just from rubbing his dick on her clit—and she’d definitely need another round of de-spunking after that. Or he would do it himself—licking the cum off her tits and then spreading it over her smooth bum, using it to slip his finger in her ass…
Mmm…

The crowing of a rooster made him realize what had awakened him, and he abandoned his erotic thoughts and rose carefully, not wanting to wake Geneva. Nigel groaned a protest as his cock fell from its niche. Brayden grinned. Nigel never liked getting out of bed on a Sunday morning. It would take scones to get him moving again—or a hard dick.

Pulling on a pair of flannel pants, he went downstairs. For once, the sun was shining, and, donning shoes and a jacket, he went out to feed the hens. Their soft clucking greeted him as he scattered their feed. Then he gathered the eggs and went back to the house.

Sean wandered into the kitchen, yawning as he raked a hand through his hair. Their eyes met, and they both smiled. “That was some night, wasn’t it?”

Brayden nodded. “The best ever.” He set the basket down on the table. “D’you think we should give her breakfast in bed?”

Sean sighed. “I think we should give her
everything
in bed.”

“Guess we could ask her. Sure as hell don’t want to blow it now.” He stripped off his jacket and put his shoes by the door. “Wish we’d asked her how she liked her eggs last night, or if she wanted sausage or bacon.”

Rhys came trotting down the stairs. “She wants two eggs over easy, two strips of bacon, scones with butter and strawberry jam, and tea with no sugar. Said she’d eat it anywhere we want.”

“No cockles?” Brayden couldn’t imagine breakfast without cockles.

“No cockles.”

“Think she’ll ever develop a taste for them?”

“I doubt it. Americans don’t eat seafood for breakfast. Well, some do, but most don’t.”

Brayden snickered. “Yeah, and most girls don’t sleep with four men, but she did that.”

“True. Not sure what that has to do with cockles, though.”

Geneva chose that moment to make her appearance. She glanced around the room, taking in her surroundings. “Great kitchen.”

“You should’ve seen it before,” Brayden said. “It was a total disaster.”

“It certainly doesn’t look it now. This is a kitchen to die for.” She let out a sigh as she gazed longingly at the copper hood above the stove. “I mean, like,
wow.
”

“I see you found your robe,” Rhys said.

Nodding, she pulled it closely around her neck. Between that and the gleaming auburn hair tumbling over her shoulders, she was the sexiest thing Brayden had ever seen. His cock began to swell as his thoughts took a turn for the carnal. With all they’d done the night before, his cock should have been completely worn out. He was quite pleased to find that it wasn’t.

“I checked the armoire. Looks like you boys have been buying more than toiletries for me.”

“Too right,” Brayden said. “I had great fun in the ladies undie department. The clerk was this old girl who thought it was sweet that I was buying stuff for someone I wasn’t actually dating. She was quite helpful. D’you like it?”

“It’s lovely and warm. So’s the gown.”

“Dunno why you’d want to bother with that, actually,” Brayden said. “We’ll just take it off.”

“Not until after breakfast,” she said firmly. “Don’t s’pose you’ve got any tea ready, have you?”

“Kettle’s just on the boil,” Sean replied. “Cream or milk?”

Geneva made a face. “Neither.” As she padded over to the stove, Brayden couldn’t help but grin. She was wearing the slippers he’d bought for her. They even looked like they fit.

Rhys poured the boiling water into the pot and handed her a mug. “Normally use teabags, don’t you, luv?”

Geneva shook her head. “In that respect, I’m quite British. Only loose tea steeped in a pot—well, whenever I can get it, that is.”

Brayden sat down at the table, chin in hand, just gazing at her. She was so beautiful, so sweet, and he’d actually had his willy in her. It still didn’t seem real. If she’d left during the night, he’d have been sure it was all a dream, but she was here, in his kitchen, sipping tea and waiting for—“Scones!”

Startled, Geneva nearly spilled her tea. “Yeah, where are they?”

“Got to make them!” He leaped to his feet as a wave of panic crashed through him.

“Okaaayyyy…” She obviously thought he’d lost his mind, but if he didn’t feed her, she’d leave. He was sure of it.

“Got distracted! I’ll get right on it.” Snatching up the basket of eggs, he rushed over to the sink. “Got to fry the bacon!”

His previous confidence evaporated along with his fantasies. He was going to blow it, and the other guys would blame him when she left—and they’d be right. It
would
be his fault. Sean was a hunk, Rhys was a charmer, and Nigel was gorgeous. What was he but a guy with ginger balls and an oversized willy?

Geneva put a hand on his shoulder. “Do you want some help?”

Frantically washing the eggs, he shook his head. “No, you were supposed to sleep longer. Bugger it, I made
sure
I didn’t wake you up! Was gonna bring you breakfast in bed and all that.”

He’d already broken two eggs when Geneva put down her teacup, took him by the shoulders, and turned him around. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled him down for a kiss.

Relief hit him like a shockwave. Trembling with emotion, he put his arms around her and squeezed her tight. “You’re not mad at me?”

“How could I possibly be mad at you? Just relax, sweetheart. I’m not in that big a hurry for breakfast, and I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

* * * *

Geneva gazed up into depths of Brayden’s sea-green eyes as the last, elusive piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place. Love shone back at her from the depths of his soul, and she fell madly, endlessly in love—not only with him, but with every one of them, each in their own unique way.

She’d always enjoyed their music, but discovering how they felt about her—and most of their preparations had clearly been done long before Hugh’s desertion—touched her more deeply than she’d realized. She’d grown attached to them so gradually she hadn’t seen it for what it was. Granted, the band was very popular at the pub, but there were others she could’ve booked just as easily. Even so, every week, she’d asked them to come back again, and every week they’d agreed with unconcealed enthusiasm.

Still, no matter how good the music was, she loved the boys in the band more. The sex had been fabulous, but their genuine caring affected her even more profoundly than the ecstasy she’d discovered in their arms. She now understood why their lives blended together with such harmony, and she felt truly blessed that they had seen fit to include her.

“You don’t have to do it all, Brayden.” She glanced at the others and saw the same expectant gleam in each pair of eyes. They were waiting for her answer to a question they seemed hesitant to ask. “I can help out, can’t I? Look, I appreciate what you’ve done for me—anyone would. The sex was incredible, and you’re all very sweet, but I’m not a delicate, helpless woman. I mean, I love all the pampering, but—”

She stopped there. Was she giving too much away too soon? Was she truly ready to commit? Or was it even necessary?

Yes, it was. They wanted an answer.

Nigel came running down the stairs, completely naked. “What’d I miss?”

Geneva sucked in a breath that almost choked her. Even in its flaccid state, his penis drew her eye, and his free-swinging balls made her palms itch to fondle them. Then she pictured him sitting on the table in front of her with his nuts dangling within easy reach of her mouth, and her core flooded with moisture. At this rate, she wouldn’t make it through breakfast without pouncing on at least one of them.

Rhys put up a hand for silence. “We’re in this for the long haul, Gen. I don’t want you to think we’re on our best behavior now and that things won’t be as good in the future. Because they will be.” He gestured toward the other men. “We started out playing music together, then working together, and then loving together. We complement one another.” He paused, shaking his head. “What we have is great, but you’re the missing member of the band. I can’t put it any plainer than that.”

Sean and Brayden nodded their agreement, but it was Nigel who spoke. “Have you ever felt like the normal, everyday stuff didn’t apply to you? That you were intended for something more unique? That’s the way I felt. I had girlfriends and a few boyfriends, but until I teamed up with these three, I never felt like I truly belonged anywhere. I’ve been happier with them than I ever was with anyone else. It doesn’t matter how many soul mates you have, or whether they’re male or female. What matters is how much you love them.”

Sean stepped forward and opened his mouth to speak, but Brayden cut him off. “If you prats would put a sock in it and let her finish, I could get on with fixing breakfast and then we could shag her again. I’m pretty sure she’s already decided. Just let her say it.”

Geneva took a deep breath. “I will, but first, I have a few requests. Brayden. I love eggs, but I want scones more often than once a week.”

“Sure thing, Gen,” Brayden said, grinning from ear to ear. “Anything you want.”

She turned to Sean. “You need to stop talking so much.”

Brayden snorted a laugh while Sean did his best to keep a straight face. “I’ll try to be less…chatty.”

Geneva let her eyes roam over Nigel’s nude body and immediately began quivering with excitement. “Nigel. When you’re here at home, you should never wear anything. Period.”

Nigel slid a hand to his groin, cupping his balls. “Got it. Not a stitch. Ever. As long as you promise to keep me warm.”

“I’ll do my best.”

She looked at Rhys. Who’d have ever thought that all those times he’d asked her to be their girl, he’d been perfectly serious? She shuddered to think of all the time she’d wasted and all that she would’ve missed if Hugh had actually married her. A surge of warmth erased the chill as she realized that though Hugh might’ve had plenty of money, there was one thing he could never do. “I want you to write a song for me, Rhys. Nothing fancy—no symphonies or anything—just a nice, sexy love song.”

Rhys grinned. “Already done it, luv. Been dying to sing it to you for a long, long time.”

Geneva smiled. “You can sing it for me right after breakfast.”

“Then we’ll go back upstairs for another go,” said Brayden. “I’ve been thinking up more stuff we can do together. We need to get started.”

Geneva gave him a one-armed hug. “After that, I’d like a ride over to the pub. I’ve got some packing to do.”

“No,” Brayden said bluntly. “We’ll pack for you. You won’t have to lift a finger.” He glanced at the other guys as if expecting them to protest. “Hey, we need to save her fuckin’ energy for, well…fucking, actually.”