The Sextet Presents… By Male Order [In Days of Olde] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

“Ye forget that I know you so verra well, love.” Alec grabbed Thomas’s hand when he reached for another bale. “Stop. Just stop.” He rubbed his thumb over the palm. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Thomas glanced to the barn door to see Hope driving the wagon through the gate and out onto the road, raising a cloud of dust behind her.

“Ah…I see. ’Tis the lass, aye?”

“I’ve no idea what you mean.”

“I see the way ye stare. I do too. She’s a mighty beautiful woman.” With a wicked smile, Alec pressed his palm to Thomas’s swollen cock. “I donnae believe
that
is for me this time.”

Although his first instinct was to brush Alec’s hand away and try to convince him that Hope hadn’t invaded his every thought, Thomas instinctively pushed his hips forward for more of his lover’s touch. It had been too long since he’d felt Alec’s caress.

“Ye like that?”

Thomas could only hum his approval.

“Well, then…let’s see if I can make it even better.”

Alec dropped to his knees and brushed a kiss over the front of Thomas’s pants and then he unbuttoned them, pulling them down until Thomas’s hard cock sprang forward. Drops of fluid were weeping from the slit, and Alec lapped them up like a cat after fresh milk. He ran his tongue around the crown before he wrapped his entire mouth around Thomas’s cock.

Hissing, Thomas raked his fingers through Alec’s long hair and tugged as he pumped his hips, fucking Alec’s hot, wet mouth. When Alec reached between Thomas’s thighs to cradle and squeeze the sensitive sac, Thomas closed his eyes and let the sensations his lover inspired run through him.

A loud gasp forced his eyes open, and he turned to the source. Hope stood in the doorway, her mouth open in surprise, her eyes wide as saucers.

Although he should have been embarrassed, he wasn’t. In fact, the pleasure was heightened by knowing Hope paid witness to the tender assault Alec was making on his senses.

Alec didn’t stop. Instead he doubled his efforts, sliding the cock in and out of his mouth, stopping only to swirl his talented tongue around the mushroom cap.

Surrendering to the erotic pleasure, Thomas let the orgasm build in his balls. They pulled tight against his body as his essence rushed through his cock to bathe the back of Alec’s throat.

Hope stood her ground, barely able to take in all that she saw as her legs went weak.

Alec was on his knees, thoroughly loving Thomas’s erect member with his mouth. While she wasn’t innocent of the act of mating, she had no idea that people could please each other in such a fashion. Her curiosity won out over her embarrassment, and she stayed transfixed on the sight before her eyes.

Each of Thomas’s sweet groans sent fire rushing to her core. Moisture pooled between her thighs, and she squirmed in desire. The new feelings were frightening in their intensity. She’d never known passion before, but she was sure that was what she felt when she saw Thomas’s thick cock sliding in and out of Alec’s eager mouth. She suddenly wanted that skillful mouth on
her
sex, teasing and probing and showing her things she’d never known before.

Watching the desire that flared between Alec and Thomas with the heat of a prairie fire, she knew one thing for certain. Despite his arrogance and bragging, Billy Adams had been no lover. The times he’d bedded her had been awkward, painful, and humiliating affairs. Now she understood why.

Billy’s idea of loving was to pull up her nightgown, roughly spread her thighs, and probe around until he could thrust his hard sex cruelly inside her. There was no touching, no kissing, nothing that might have relaxed her or encouraged her. His own pleasure had been all that mattered. He would rut on her for a few minutes, spill his seed with a lusty groan, and then roll over and fall asleep.

Alec wasn’t at all in a hurry, and he seemed to take as much pleasure in giving as Thomas was in receiving such a precious gift. When Thomas reached completion, his expression was one she wished—just once—could be on her own face.

If simply watching two men in love was exciting, what would it feel like to participate in such an erotic connection? She’d never known the throbbing in her cunny, the heat and wetness that bloomed there. Would she still feel that way if Alec or Thomas bedded her?

No
. That was a ridiculous fantasy. They were clearly in love with each other, which was why she’d had her uncle send them to her.

So why did her heart ache so at realizing she’d never know the touch of either man?

The tears spilling down her cheeks came as a surprise. Hope scrubbed them away with the heels of her hands and whirled around. She grabbed the broken bridle she’d come back to fetch off the peg by the door and headed back to her wagon. She’d just crawled up onto the seat when the men came running after her.

“Hope! Wait!” Alec called.

She picked up the reins and slapped the horse’s backside. “Heeyah.” Thankfully, the animal quickly obeyed, and the wagon lurched into motion. She steered toward the gate and was grateful that no one was following when she took a moment to glance over her shoulder.

* * * *

“She’ll dismiss us now and send us away,” Thomas said, buttoning the last button to secure his pants. His heart was racing at the thought of having to leave when they’d just settled in. “Damn it, Alec. We were foolish to do this here, to do this now.”

Alec didn’t say a word as he watched her retreat, but he had a smile fixed on his lips.

“How can you grin like that? She’ll dismiss us, I’m sure of it. As soon as she returns from Clearbrook, she’ll dismiss us both.”

With a shake of his head, Alec put his hand on Thomas’s shoulder. “I think not. Nay, had she been repulsed, she surely would have left as quickly as she arrived. But the lass
watched
, Thomas. She saw every moment of me loving ye, and she
enjoyed
it.”

Thomas wasn’t so sure—until he pictured her face. He’d been so wrapped up in his own pleasure he’d only caught a glimpse of her, but Alec was right—the look on her face had been surprise and perhaps a touch of envy. There was no disgust, none of the negative emotions he might have expected from a woman as innocent as Hope walking into her barn and finding one man with another man’s cock in his mouth.

But just because she wasn’t disgusted didn’t mean she approved. While Father Kincaid had hinted Hope had asked for men who would have no romantic interest in her, she might be too sheltered to know what men actually did when they had sex with other men.

He was afraid to search his own thoughts too deeply. He might discover that his enjoyment of fucking Alec’s mouth might have been heightened by knowing they were being watched by someone.

No, not by
someone
.

By
Hope
.

Alec was still grinning. “I’m betting, love, that if we spend a little time courting the Widow Adams, we just might entice her straight into our humble bed.”

“Alec! You aren’t thinking…”

“Aye, I am. I’m thinking that I’d like to sink my cock deep inside her softness.”

“Should I be jealous?”

Quick as lightning, Alec cupped Thomas’s neck and dragged him close. His mouth came down hard, capturing Thomas’s in a kiss of pure possession. Their tongues mated, exchanging loving caresses until Thomas whimpered.

Alec pulled back. “Would it ease yer jealousy if I fucked yer bum?”

A laugh slipped out, which brought a frown to Alec’s face.

Thomas reached out to brush the back of his knuckles over Alec’s cheeks. “I wasn’t laughing at you, my love. I was laughing at the thought of Hope witnessing
that
instead of you sucking my cock.” He took Alec’s hand. “Come on, my love. Come fuck my bum. I need you.”

Alec took the lead then, dragging Thomas back into the barn. He headed straight to where a saddle rested on a sawhorse. “Bend over.” His voice was rough with emotion, the sound going straight to Thomas’s cock.

While he might have just enjoyed a fantastic orgasm, his body, as always, was at Alec’s command. There were times he excited Thomas so much they could fuck three or four times in one day. Of course, they’d both be exhausted after, dragging around the next day as though they had the ague.

Thomas unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to his ankles. Then he leaned forward, holding on to the saddle to steady himself.

“
This
is interesting,” Alec said.

Before Thomas could look over his shoulder to see what Alec was talking about, a whip slapped against his buttocks. Alec had barely hit him, but the stinging sensation was intoxicating. “Do that again,” Thomas begged.

“Oh? My boy likes to be spanked, aye?”

Another slap made Thomas suck in a breath as his cock jerked. “Aye!”

Alec’s tongue soothed the sting of the whip. Then he gently pried Thomas’s cheeks apart, spit on his hand, and swirled his finger around the tight hole. Slipping past the ring of muscles, he pushed gently until he could fit two fingers inside Thomas, stroking the sweet spot that made lights flash behind Thomas’s eyes.

Thomas cast a look over his shoulder. “Fuck me, Alec! Please!”

Alec kept fingering Thomas as he fumbled with his own belt and pants with his free hand. He let out a frustrated grunt before they finally fell to his ankles. His cock was thick and hard, and drops of fluid surged from the head.

“Fuck me!”

Alec slapped him on the rump with his open palm. “
I’m
running this show, laddie.” But despite the reprimand, he withdrew his fingers and pressed the blunt head of his cock against Thomas’s ass. He slipped inside, thrusting deeply until he was buried balls deep.

The rhythm was fast, rough, and exactly what Thomas needed. Alec’s growls added to the thrill, and before long, another orgasm began to build.

Alec reached around to grasp Thomas’s cock, and he pumped in pace with slamming into Thomas’s ass. The men came together, Alec’s heat filling Thomas as he splattered his seed on the saddle.

August, 1866

Hope had known that people would stare, but she still found their intense scrutiny disturbing. The August heat made it difficult to draw a full breath, and she longed to cast aside her corset. She never wore it on the farm, needing to have freedom of movement to keep her farm running. Today, however, she wanted to keep up appearances as best she could. Even though the silly thing fastened in the front, she hadn’t been able to pull the laces too awfully tight. But the garment still held her ribs rigid enough to make her uncomfortable.

The sun beat down on her, and she adjusted her bonnet so it shaded her eyes better. Her face was already freckled and tan since she wore it no more often than she did her corset. Added to her callused hands and sleek muscles from all the hard work, no one could find her the least bit feminine or attractive.

Yet Alec and Thomas complimented her often, making her cheeks warm and her heart skip a quick beat each time they told her how beautiful her eyes were or how her hair shone in the sunlight. They courted her in a way that made her feel cherished and desirable as they pushed aside the bitter memories of her short and painful marriage. She found her time on her farm a joy now instead of a burden, and all because Alec and Thomas had taught her how to smile again.

The flirtations were amusing, and she knew nothing could come of them. Still, the more time she spent with her workers, the more her heart was filled with each of them.

Two old men sat in front of the general store, playing a game of checkers by laying their game board over a cracker barrel. They stopped to gape as she drove by—the same reaction all the townsfolk gave her. Hope chose to bear their scrutiny with quiet dignity instead of returning their rude glares.

Alec had insisted on sitting next to her on the wagon’s seat, and Thomas took her other side like a child afraid of being left out of playtime. The entire ride to Clearbrook had been an assault on her senses. Their pleasant masculine smell. The touch of their bodies. Every time the wagon jostled, she found her thighs rubbing indecently against theirs.

While they chatted about nothing of real importance, the men both hung on her every word. Alec would reach over and pat her leg. Thomas would tuck back any strand of hair that escaped the bonnet. She’d made a witty remark that earned her kisses on each cheek.

The more she thought about what she’d witnessed between them, the more she wanted to know that kind of bliss. Images haunted her to the point that sleep was near to impossible. Replaying the scene she’d witnessed in the barn, she tried to remember each piece of flesh the men had revealed, each ragged moan they made. The heat she’d craved bloomed in her core with each recollection. Although it was a sinful thing to do, she often reached between her thighs to caress herself as she thought of Thomas thrusting his cock inside Alec’s mouth. Her fingers always sought out the nub of flesh that shot pleasure through her. The harder she rubbed, the more her body responded, desire flaming from her womb to every limb.

Hope feared the intense feelings and was sure she would do damage to herself should she keep the action up too long. Her own body was a stranger to her, and she wished she had a teacher who knew all the secrets she’d never been privy to.

Would Alec be able to make her whimper in need as he had Thomas? Would Thomas fill her body with that glorious sword of flesh the way he filled Alec’s mouth? Could the two of them help her learn to enjoy the loving instead of loathe it?

No
. They knew the secrets of their own bodies and the bodies of other men. Her form would be as foreign to them as it was to her.

By the time she’d caught sight of the town, she’d worked herself up into such a state of desire she was sure everyone could see her sinful thoughts clearly on her face. The grins Thomas and Alec exchanged made her believe they were sharing some jest—most likely about her because they had no problem including her in their teasing and joking any other time.