With Cherry on Top [Loving in Silver 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

Cherry didn’t mind that there wasn’t a bed. It was exciting to be taken by impatient, sex-starved men. There was only one moment when there was a break in the contact between herself and Mick. That was when he stopped to pull his impressive cock out of his jeans and to roll a condom down its length. She was relieved. They had talked at length about children so long ago. She just wasn’t ready to worry about getting pregnant yet. It was something they would decide on later, much later. Right now being lifted and pushed against the wall sent a thrill through her and made her blank her mind against everything else. It took a bit of effort, and a little help from Mick, but she managed to wrap her legs around his lean waist. A moment later she felt the head of his cock pressing against her hot flesh. It was a tight fit as he worked it in. Not quite virgin tight, but close enough to count. It had been so long since she had used it properly.

Grinning, she stared into his dark-blue eyes. Mick was simply gorgeous from the top of his dark head to the bottom of his big feet. And he was all hers. Hers and Gracie’s. They both gasped when he was fully seated. They stilled, staring at one another, trying to catch their breath. She could feel the pulse of his blood pumping through his cock.

Leaning close, he nuzzled her cheek. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked hoarsely, his breath hot on her ear. Goose bumps rose on her skin. Her hard nipples rubbed against his chest. “No pain?”

Cherry shook her head. She would probably feel it in the morning, but at the moment she wasn’t feeling anything but pure pleasure. “No, I’m good.” She nipped his chin playfully, loving it when he growled. “I love the feel of your hard cock in me.”

Her reassurance and her hot declaration was enough to send Mick over the edge. Holding her ass tightly in his hands he began thrusting into her like a madman. His breathing was ragged, his cobalt eyes molten with lust, as he tried to fuck her through the wall.

With her arousal setting on high, Cherry was completely lost in the sensations filling her body to overflowing. She could feel her toes curling, her calf and thigh muscles tensing. An orgasm wasn’t far off. She only hoped she didn’t ruin the moment with a muscle spasm of the wrong kind. It would not only be painful, but it would all kinds of embarrassing. Yep, it would be a mood killer.

When she heard a moan that wasn’t Mick’s, she opened her eyes to see Collin standing off to the side, completely naked, stroking his cock vigorously in a huge, tight fist. The erotic sight made her pussy clench hard around Mick’s thrusting cock. Turning her head slightly she saw Cody on the couch behind a kneeling Gracie, fucking her in time with every one of Mick’s thrusts into Cherry, while the petite woman leaned over a seated Jake to suck his cock down her throat.

It was too much. The sights, the sounds of slapping flesh and passionate moans, the scents of aroused lovers, sent her hurtling over the edge into an abyss of a pleasure so intense she became light-headed.

Screaming, Cherry’s back arched as her pussy gripped Mick’s cock, the swollen flesh pulsing around it, her clit feeling as if it had been hit by electricity.

Oh, yeah, she had done the right thing.

It was confirmed when Mick moved away and Collin took his place. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the second couch in the room, laying her upon it before following her down. Cherry wrapped his big body in her arms, welcoming his weight as he settled between her legs. His cock was evidently outfitted with a homing device, because he hit the mark, burying his cock into her softness with one powerful thrust. They moaned together as he set a steady, demanding rhythm. They stared at one another, their gazes never wavering. Callused fingers stroked her nipples, pinching them a little, until he had her gasping and begging for more.

Locking her ankles in the small of his back, she used his much bigger body for leverage as she lifted and tilted her pelvis to achieve maximum penetration. His long, thick cock slid easily in and out of her cream-filled pussy. When he added a slight hitch in his thrust, striking her clit every time, Cherry knew she wouldn’t last much longer. She
couldn’t
last much longer as she felt the pleasure spreading through her body in one tremendous wave.

“Collin, fuck me harder!” she begged, her mind and body reaching out to grasp the next orgasm. How had she gone so long without this? Because she hadn’t known them like this before, she reminded herself dazedly. “Fuck me harder!”

Collin gave it his best effort. Cherry appreciated it properly, rewarding him by nipping and biting him along his shoulder, collarbone, and neck. The man lost it when she bit down gently on his earlobe, shouting his release as his body arched into hers, thrusting almost violently into her body, setting her on fire with his passionate lovemaking. She followed him quickly, her body arching beneath his, lifting him as her body shook and quivered, ripples of pleasure lasting minutes later as Collin reluctantly lifted away from her sated body.

They grinned at one another like a couple of idiots, sharing a peck of a kiss. It was a pure sign of affection. Reaching up, Cherry stroked the stubbed hair along his square jaw. It was softer than she thought it would be. All four brothers looked sexy as hell with their newly shorn faces. It was odd how much difference a set of clippers could make.

Thinking about how they had just reacquainted themselves, Cherry couldn’t be sorry. They had a lot of time to make up for. Oh, it had been down and dirty with both brothers. There would be time for gentleness and tender kisses later. Right now all any of them cared about was taking off the wicked, ragged edge which had formed with the years of sexual denial.

Collin moved off her limp, tingling body, reaching out for her as he stood beside the couch. “A shower is in order for both you ladies before you go into town.”

Jake, the goof, chased her, if it could really be called a chase when one was as slow as she was, through the house. She found Mick and Cody scrubbing a very willing Gracie in the shower in the master bath. Jerking the clear glass door open, she joined them, laughing when Jake and Collin piled in behind her.

“Glad we decided to go bigger.” Mick chuckled, pulling Cherry close. He tipped her face up to his. His dark-blue eyes gleamed with love and lust. “Are you happy, baby?”

“Yes. Very.”

“We’re glad you came home.”

“I noticed that.” They grinned at one another. The other four occupants of the shower laughed. “I’m sorry I didn’t come home sooner,” she said sincerely, regret in her voice.

“No more of that. You’re here. We understand why you didn’t come home before now. No more regrets. We’re concentrating on the future now and nothing else.”

How had she gotten so lucky? When powerful arms pulled her close, Cherry went eagerly. She pressed her cheek to Mick’s wide chest, absently admiring the sculptured pecs. They were rather hard, but she didn’t mind. She also liked the crisp, wet hair beneath her cheek.

Sighing, Cherry luxuriated in the feel of those powerful but gentle hands rubbing a soapy cloth over her body. She didn’t know which brother was washing her as Mick held her close, but it didn’t matter. It was all good.

Three hours and four blow jobs later, Cherry and Gracie were on their way to Silver. The men had wanted to join them, helping with the move out of Gracie’s apartment, but their fathers had called to tell them they were needed to help with a problem with some cattle.

She and Gracie had talked earlier about her moving out of her apartment. It made sense for her to move out to the ranch. There was no point in keeping a place in town. Since she rented it on a month-to-month basis, it wasn’t a problem for her to leave it behind. And she didn’t have much to move. The furniture and appliances stayed with the apartment.

The men had insisted they take one of the trucks. Gracie had
insisted
on driving when she saw how stiff Cherry was. They rode with the satellite radio blasting, singing along until they were laughing themselves silly. The laughter only increased when the SUV would hit a bump in the road, jarring the butt plug Gracie was wearing. She would shriek and wiggle, obviously enjoying it. After a while Cherry noticed the other woman deliberately steering toward imperfections in the road. She hoped the suspension didn’t suffer for Gracie’s desire for a little wicked pleasure.

They went to Silver’s oldest department store on the square. It had a charm all its own, still very much as it had been a hundred years before, with its high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and polished wood. While she would be making arrangements for her belongings to be packed up and shipped to her, there were things she needed in the meantime. She needed a few articles of clothing and toiletries. Travel sizes didn’t last long.

Cherry had put on weight since her arrival and hoped to continue the trend. She knew she was still too thin. She bought enough so she had several changes of clothes, but it was all casual stuff which would hopefully expand along with her body. She would shop again at a later date, after she had gained more weight, and when she had more time.

Gracie picked up a couple new T-shirts and jeans, as well as a pair of new boots. They both threw sexy undergarments onto the growing pile on the counter, grinning at each other as the blushing saleswoman folded each and tucked them in a bag. Cherry had insisted that Gracie choose anything she wanted, her treat.

“Don’t you think we have enough?” Gracie asked as Cherry made a sudden trip back to the tables of pricey thongs.

“I have a feeling a few of them are going to be sacrificed to a good cause.” Cherry laughed, holding up a thong which didn’t have enough material in the front to cover much of anything. It tied on the sides, feathers dangling from the ends. “Oh, yes, this should drive them wild.” They grabbed up three pairs each in various iridescent colors.

Giggling and blushing in that charming way of hers, Gracie was encouraged to choose several more items for herself. Bras, thongs, panties, garters, bustiers, garter belts, and stockings were carried to the counter. From there they went to shoes. There were so many she liked, but knew she couldn’t yet get her feet to accept wearing a pair of stilettos. A pair of flashy red pumps with a lower but still slender heel caught her eye. They had a sequined flower on top of the toe which she thought gave it a certain degree of sauciness. A pair of sleek black pumps was also chosen. Gracie chose a pair in a lovely shade of lavender and a pair of black pumps to match Cherry’s. They then decided they would each get a dress. A night dressed up for the guys would be fun. It wouldn’t even matter if they left the house.

With their purchases stowed away in the back of the huge SUV a half hour later, they went to the drugstore. Cherry made a mental note to get her prescriptions transferred as she shopped for shampoos, lotions, and the dozen other things she felt she needed to make herself gorgeous for her men.

As they passed the window of a hair stylist, Cherry decided she would get her hair trimmed and shaped up a little. She walked out with the trim, but highlights in her hair to give it depth.

“You look so hot,” Gracie told her a short time later, her heart in her eyes. She had gotten her short hair washed and styled. It had been lovely to be so pampered.

Cherry walked around the front of the SUV to where Gracie was standing on the sidewalk. “Thank you, baby.” She pushed the raven-black hair away from the small face. The near porcelain-smooth skin just begged to be touched. “But you are just as sexy, with your gorgeous hair, your beautiful green eyes, and your hot little body.” She pulled her close, pressing their bodies together. “I want to suck the juices out of your sweet little pussy tonight. Would you like that?”

Fuck. Cherry held the blushing Gracie close, the woman’s face pressed to her shoulder, as she came right there in public. The petite body trembled with aftershocks. She stroked her back and hair and nuzzled her temple.

“Is that a yes?” Cherry asked, laughing softly as she released her lover.

Gracie’s moss-green eyes looked up at her adoringly. Words seemed to be beyond her, so she nodded. Taking her by the hand, Cherry entwined their fingers. They went along the streets, stopping in shops as things caught their eye. They bought three lovely oil paintings of native wildflowers. Another painting, large enough to be hung on the bare stone fireplace, was of an old elk facing off with what appeared to be an equally ancient wolf, now hunting alone, two foes at the end of their days, their backdrop the magnificent mountains they called home. It was strong and poignant. It was a painting she was certain the brothers would approve of.

Though Cherry knew the men hunted, she was relieved that there weren’t a bunch of dead things hanging on the walls. Food in the freezer was one thing. Hanging an animal’s head on the wall just gave her a creepy feeling.

“It makes me want to cry,” Gracie said, sniffling as the gallery owner packed the paintings carefully for transport. “Can we look for something happier?”

It took a while, as they wanted to keep with the wilderness theme, but they finally found a painting of a trio of bison calves caught in the middle of play in a flower-filled meadow, an angry ground squirrel trying to intimidate the rowdy youngsters away from the opening of its home among the dirt and rocks nearby.

The owner of the gallery promised to deliver the paintings by that afternoon, obviously pleased by the sales. They left him with a smile and walked on down the sidewalk until they came to a shop with black-and-gold-striped curtains in the windows. The door was also discreet, painted black with a gold mail slot, handle, and a button at the side.