Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

She closed her eyes, reveling in the sounds of their combined breathing, the musky scent of cum, sex, and sweat that filled the air and the way Quinten shared her so easily as he sped his thrusts, nearing release.

He reached down and strummed her clit between two fingers and then rose higher on his knees, lifting her with him because his arms were still around her thighs. The position bombarded her G-spot with each strong thrust until the tension within her exploded and spiraled out of control, drawing a howl from her as her cunt clenched his rock-hard cock in ecstatic spasms.

“Oh fuck yes, baby!” Quinten roared as he lost all control and pumped with animalistic intensity before stilling as his cock pulsed deep within her.

Hot streams of cum hit her abdomen and breasts as Ben growled a moment later in satiation. She opened her eyes to find them breathless, both crouched over her as they dragged in ragged breaths. Ben was the first to lift his head and groan as he caressed the translucent cream that coated her abdomen. Her cunt rippled with pleasure as Quinten turned his head and lifted her ankle higher so he could kiss her instep and her arch.

He whispered, “Thank you, baby.” When he looked down at her, the love in his blue eyes melted her heart.

Ben caressed her rib with his knuckles and rose on shaky legs and left the room for a moment. He returned a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth. “Sorry, sugar.”

She tilted her head and put her hand over his as he cleaned his cum off of her breast and then wiped her abdomen. “Why are you sorry?”

“That seemed disrespectful…to come on you like that.”

“Did you have a disrespectful attitude when you did it?”

Ben frowned. “No. Not at all.”

Camilla shook her head. “Then it wasn’t disrespectful. I asked you to stroke yourself. I knew what would happen and I thought it was hot. All consenting adults here.” She motioned between them, and both men nodded.

Quinten pulled from her and carefully lowered her legs into a comfortable position before he got up to dispose of his condom. He returned with a glass of water from the kitchen and helped her to sit up so she could drink some of it.

“Camilla?” Quinten murmured, an uncomfortable look on his face.

“What’s the matter?”

Quinten made eye contact and rested his hands on his knees and let out a slow breath. “I removed the condom and…”

“And?”

“It had a tear in it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m on birth control shots.” She knew Quinten’s social life revolved around the club, and he hadn’t dated anyone that she was aware of since she’d known him.

A flash of lightning lit the sky outside the picture window, and a second later a shattering boom shook the house and the very air they breathed, startling a scream out of Camilla. A moment later, the lights went out. Ben squatted behind her in the pitch-black, and Quinten closed in on her front, both their hands trailing over her with tenderness, leaving warm trails in their wakes.

Ben murmured, “I’m sorry, Camilla. We should’ve asked you if you were on birth control beforehand.”

Camilla breathed a chuckle out. “We were in a hurry. I’m sure it’s okay.”

“Why don’t we head to bed?”

As if on cue, Camilla yawned. “I’d forgotten all about the storm outside.”

Quinten’s easy chuckle warmed her heart as he slid two fingers over her nipple and then gently tugged on it as he slid them back again. “We were distracting you well, then.”

“I’ll say. I hope my car doesn’t float away.”

“Don’t worry, it’s on high ground. It may be stuck in the soft ground, but if a flash flood washes your car away where it is, then the whole of Divine is underwater. I wouldn’t worry about that.”

They clasped their fingers with hers and as a unit drew her to the master bedroom and the gigantic bed.

“Who sleeps in here?” she asked, getting a brief glimpse of it as lightning flashed again.

Quinten murmured, “The three of us.”

She hesitated, and Ben must’ve sensed it because he clarified, “This is our bed, for the three of us, if you want to share it. We had it made.”

She frowned in the dark as they pulled the covers back and helped her in. “You went to all this expense not knowing for sure if I’d be with you or not?”

Quinten said, “We’ve wanted you a long time, which included sleeping with you, not just making love to you. We wanted you to be comfortable.”

“No one else has slept in this bed with you?”

Ben’s gentle hand caressing the side of her face warmed her as much as his words. “Sugar, no one else has slept in this bed, not even us. It’s brand new. We wanted to share this bed with you, if you’re willing, that is. You’re the only woman we’ve ever brought to this house or this bedroom. We became roommates with the hope that you’d want to be with us, too.”

The mattress cushioned her knees as he helped her into the center of the bed, and she lay down on her right side. They’d made up the bed with three fluffy pillows and she rested her head on the one in the middle. A yawn overtook her as Ben pulled her back against his chest.

Quinten cuddled in close and kissed her lips then all over her breasts, his touch affectionate and loving, before he finally settled facing her. Lightning lit the night outside the French doors and the windows as he stroked her cheek, and she got a heart-stopping glimpse of the vulnerability in his eyes that matched his touch.

He whispered, “I love you, baby. You’re the one I want.”

“I love you too.”

Their answer was twin deep breaths that were released with what sounded like relief, and they both cuddled her closer. She envied them their relief at her declaration. She said the words, but a kernel of doubt and disturbing emotion had taken root inside her. Sometimes love wasn’t enough.

Discomfort tangled inside her as she recalled the way Ben had pushed her buttons earlier. Only one other person had ever reached her heart so quickly. Although she’d never loved Joseph Hazelle the way she loved Ben, he’d been able to draw her emotions and her heart to the surface with a look or a quietly voiced question or command. And he was a full-time, hard-core Dominant. She’d given over to him on numerous occasions and had known her heart was safe with him. He knew what he was doing.

Ben didn’t have the experience Joseph had, but he’d pulled the same response from her with seemingly little effort. It was uncomfortable having her secrets bared to him. He was more emotional and pushy as hell at times, and he knew enough about her now that he could hurt her deeply and not even realize it. She didn’t like it that he might lord over her the fact that he knew basically what made her tick. If this magical thing between the three of them went south like all her other relationships had, she’d be in a world of hurt because it was too late to stop herself from falling in love. She was already there.

Sleep evaded her while she shored up her emotional walls as best as she could. Men left. That was her reality, no matter how much she wanted to change it. It happened no matter how good she was, or how perfect she was. Men left, even when they didn’t mean to.

Quinten stroked Camilla’s hair lightly, needing to touch her but not wanting to wake her. It’d taken her a long time to settle, and he hoped she wasn’t more upset about the broken condom than she’d showed. She seemed certain that being on the birth control shot was enough, and he hoped it was. He didn’t want her put in the position of losing any more choices.

His heart had broken for her when she’d talked about being left on her own to mourn her mother. He wanted to do serious damage to a man so self-obsessed that he’d intentionally abandon a vulnerable young girl. He thought of what he had been like at sixteen. She’d pulled her life together and made something of herself, which filled him with even more admiration for her.

If he’d wondered somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind if sharing with Ben would work, his fears were being laid to rest. He didn’t for a minute believe that there wouldn’t be any more clashes. He knew there would be. He’d seen the way her brow had creased as Ben had pushed her to say words that Quinten knew cut her to the bone.

He left me.

They were fools if they were to believe that one evening’s declaration was going to get her past that hurdle. His heart ached at the thought of her standing in her apartment, all alone, at age sixteen.

He could recall all the times his father, who was lovingly dominant, had gone to the mats, figuratively speaking, with Ben’s high-spirited mother, and how those confrontations had always ended with love. They’d never hidden the fact that they didn’t always see eye to eye. He’d looked for a love like that for a long time and had to stifle a chuckle as he realized he was staring it in the face. Now he just had to do whatever he could to hold on to it.

* * * *

The power returned sometime during the night, and Quinten was awakened by the light shining from the master bathroom, which they must’ve forgotten to switch off before getting in bed. As he’d drifted off to sleep, thoughts of Camilla and her struggles in life bounced around in his head, so it was no surprise that he’d dreamed not only of her but also the issues that crowded his mind from his own past. Wide awake, he looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table and figured that six thirty was about as late as he was sleeping that morning. Maybe he’d talk Camilla into a nap later in the day.

Smiling at the thought, he slipped from the bed, went to the bathroom, and shut the door. He was soaking his head under the hot spray of the showerhead when an equally hot body slipped in and snuggled to his chest, making a sleepy-soft sound very much like a purring kitten. His cock reacted immediately. What a great way to start his day off.

“Well, good mornin’, baby. Did I wake you up running the water?”

Her sleep-tender cheek was warm against his chest as she yawned and replied, “No, I missed you. That bed is so comfortable it’s sinful.”

A thrill shot up his spine when she pressed her curvaceous little body to his as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She purred again and rubbed against his cock, which was standing up proud and rigid between them.

“I’m not much of a morning person, but I think I could get used to it if I had you to wake up to.”

She looked up at him and then squeezed him. “Doesn’t that sound nice?” She didn’t have to say she was uncertain. He could hear it in the hesitant quality of her voice. She pressed her lips to one of his nipples, inspiring another electrical charge in him, and whispered, “Last night was so beautiful…”

He tilted her chin up so he could look into her sleepy green eyes. “Give this a chance, baby. Give
us
a chance. Please don’t be scared. Last night was
not
a one-night stand and I meant what I said. I know Ben pushed you—”

“Ya think?” The stony quality of her voice confirmed his earlier suspicion that she hadn’t appreciated Ben demanding so much from her emotionally.

He braced himself as he said, “I know it bothered you, but let me ask you a question. Do you think he did it to hurt you?”

A little breath puffed out against his chest as she sighed. “No. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me. He was just so damned pushy, like a…fricking pit bull—”

“—who loves you very much. He wanted to know what hurt you so he could make it better—so we both could. I was there with you the whole time, and if he’d gone too far he would’ve known.”

“Asshole.” Her tone was grumpy but lacked heat. He hid a smile as he imagined her pouty lip sticking out.

Quinten chuckled. “He is that occasionally, but so am I. We both feel very strongly about how hurt you must’ve been by your father, Brandon, and Tyler. But not all men are like that, baby.”

“Not in the heat of the moment anyway. Once the novelty wears off, how can we be sure this thing between us won’t just fizzle out?”

She looked up at him, and the doubt he saw there only made him more determined to win her over completely.

Quinten held her by the shoulders and looked down at her. “This ‘thing’ between us isn’t a novelty to me, damn it. It’s love. I know what real love looks like.”

Anxiety crossed her features as she searched his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you by saying that. I’m just being a realist.”

“Pessimist is more like it, baby. I’m making it my goal to show you what real love looks like and how real men act when they’re in love with a woman.”

He turned her in the shower so that the water from the showerhead cascaded over her hair and soaked her before he got down the shampoo and poured a generous dollop into his hand.

“How do you know so much about love? Have you experienced true love before?” She voiced it sarcastically as if she didn’t believe it really existed. Quinten wondered how someone as vivacious and loving as she was could doubt it was real. He’d just have to earn her trust.

“I know what it’s like for a man to love a woman with all his heart, because I saw it every single day while I was growing up.”

“Your parents?”

“Yes. My dad worships the ground my mom walks on.”

“Does she have him wrapped around her little finger?”