Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (30 page)

Taking the opportunity to make their escape, he hustled Marley into the car, dragging her into the backseat. Roarke grumbled about having to drive, but laughed when Grayson began undressing her, causing Marley to giggle hysterically.

It was a good sound to hear.

* * * *

Marley left the bathroom wearing nothing but her skin. She was feeling good in body, mind, and spirit. And she had plans. Just thinking about it while she had showered had her blood running hot. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was throbbing with a deep need. There was nothing like the way these men made her feel. They loved her, they desired her, and they were more than willing to prove it at any given moment.

Looking toward the bed, she saw her men were there waiting for her, both propped up against the pillows. The ride home, though a quick one, had been fun as she and Grayson wrestled around in the backseat like a couple of horny teenagers, an activity she had skipped during high school. Roarke had nearly run off the road twice as he tried to get a glimpse of their heated activity, luckily swerving back onto the road before hitting anything. Once home, Roarke had carried her into the house over his shoulder.

They were handsome hunks, their tanned skin a beautiful contrast to the crisp white sheets. Her gaze moved over their sculptured chests, their washboard abs. Their eyes followed her as she walked across the room to the dresser she had claimed for herself. The touch of their gazes was like a physical caress. She could feel it as she pushed around through the contents of one drawer until she found what she was looking for.

It was the book she had borrowed from Colt, which he had then given her as a gift. Turning back toward the bed, Marley said as she held up the book, “Okay, guys, time to prove if what I read on page one hundred and seventy-two in this book is actually possible.”

Hot interest flared in their eyes and they sat up, waiting eagerly for her to come closer. Marley moved closer, but still out of reach. She grinned at them, knowing her expression was full of mischief. After the unrelenting tension of the past few days, she was ready to play.

“What is it you want to do?”

“Well, it’s something I’m curious about after reading this. Colt told me it was possible, but I didn’t quite believe him. I do believe I mentioned it to you, Grayson, once not so long ago.” She arched an eyebrow in his direction, and then waited for him to recall the moment.

Grayson frowned for a moment as he thought back. Then he was looking at her and grinning like a wolf, his green eyes gleaming with heat. The way he was looking at her made the juices flow from her body in preparation for the promise she saw in his eyes.

“Baby, you have my attention now. And it is possible, though I believe I should be on the bottom of the pile this time.”

Roarke, finally figuring out what was going to happen, reached into the bedside table for the necessities. He held up lube and a condom with a wide grin as he threw off the sheet and scrambled into place.

He patted Grayson’s washboard abs as he said invitingly, his voice husky, “Come on, baby. Get up here.” Marley crawled up onto the bed then over to Grayson. Strong hands balanced her as she straddled his lean hips. “Oh, fuck, Gray, she’s got a butt plug in!”

Marley squeaked in surprise as Roarke began playing with it. It felt odd to wear it all evening, but it had also kept her primed for this moment. Soon something bigger would be stretching her ass out, penetrating her dark channel. Anticipation pumped through her veins as Grayson cupped her breasts, filling each of his hands with them, his thumbs stroking over her rigid nipples. Her pussy stroked over his cock, which was now pinned between them. Neither of them was in a rush. The foreplay was half the fun and she wanted more of it.

Roarke began kissing those places she knew the butterflies were tattooed. His lips were firm and warm as they caressed her. A shiver of pleasure went through her when his tongue began to dance over her skin. Heat flashed and she moaned as her pussy clenched. She rubbed her clit over the velvet-covered steel of Grayson’s cock, and then leaned down so he could capture one of her nipples in his mouth.

With Roarke exploring and Grayson suckling, Marley was quickly approaching her first orgasm. She could feel the tightening of the muscles in her legs. Her toes always curled. Fire swirled in her womb, spreading out through her body until she was moaning and writhing. Grayson left one breast for the other, sucking the peak into his mouth as Roarke ran his tongue up along her spine. When he began biting her between the shoulder blades she completely lost it.

It was too much. Her fingers curled against Grayson’s wide chest as her back arched. A sharp cry of pleasure was torn from her throat as her clitoris hit the magical number of strokes on his cock.

Marley rested on his chest, panting. She had barely recovered from her orgasm when the butt plug was removed. Grayson lifted her so he could line his cock up with her throbbing pussy. They both moaned as she slid slowly down its length. Once she was fully seated he pulled her down so that her torso was against his. He smiled at her, brushing her hair away from her face, as Roarke touched her aching asshole with the head of his latex-covered cock. She moaned with pleasure as he began to fill her, stretching the ring of muscle. There was a little burn, but it was bearable.

“Oh, my gosh,” she cried, staring into hot green eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“Is he filling you up, baby?” Grayson asked, stroking her back and shoulders. “I can feel his cock rubbing against mine as it slides in. It feels so fucking good. Your pussy is so hot and wet and his cock is as hard as steel.”

Marley silently agreed. It felt like she was getting a steel pole shoved up her ass. It wasn’t painful, but Roarke’s cock was so rigid that it was rather unforgiving as it progressed. She lay panting on Grayson’s powerful chest. She could feel beads of sweat rising on her skin as their combined heat cocooned her.

If she had thought it couldn’t get any better, she would have been wrong. When the men began to move, Grayson withdrawing as Roarke pushed it, alternating the strokes of their long, thick cocks inside her, Marley quickly began to climb back toward that peak she had just been thrown off of.

“Do you like that, baby?” Roarke asked as he began fucking her ass with long, sure strokes. “Do you like me fucking your ass while Gray fucks your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes,” Marley moaned, the dirty words, the graphic description of what they were doing to her, enflaming her further. The passion, the fire building in her body, was something which couldn’t be contained. She moved between them, jamming herself down onto Grayson’s cock when he pushed upward, and then doing the same to Roarke’s cock as he drove it into her asshole. She was desperate to feel everything. She felt wild, untamed, and ready to crawl out of her own skin. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”

Soft mewling sounds came from her lips as she was completely overwhelmed by the level of intensity she was achieving, as they fucked her as she’d demanded to be fucked. Strong hands held her in place. Her swollen pussy lips clung to Grayson’s cock. Her clit was ultrasensitive from the continuous friction. Sobbing, she reached between them and pinched the rigid piece of flesh, sending herself over the peak of ultimate pleasure, screaming as she soared. White light flashed behind her eyelids as her body arched and her head fell back on her shoulders.

Marley was carried higher and higher as each of the men came in turn, their cocks hardening, swelling, filling her throbbing and clenching channels until they were shouting their own releases simultaneously. Fiery heat filled her pussy, bathing her womb.

They collapsed together, their breathing rough, their hearts pounding. They remained like that as long as possible before reluctantly parting.

“Wow. I guess it is possible,” she breathed finally, grinning.

Roarke laughed. “Ya think?”

Grayson pushed up on an elbow so he could look down into her flushed face. “What else is in that book Colt gave you?”

Marley smiled mysteriously, winding an arm around each of their necks to pull them down to her breasts. Each took a nipple and began suckling. Large hands stroked her where the butterfly covered her pussy.

“You’ll find out,” she promised, closing her eyes as a sweet sensation settled over her.

She was loved and in love. The desire and passion…and dirty, kinky sex were just a bonus.

* * * *

“Oh, it’s perfect!” Marley cried as she stood in front of Callie’s House with her husbands and half the neighborhood.

They had finished decorating the house for the Christmas season. There were several inches of new snow covering everything. The lights, which had actually been put up during a few very nice days back in November, were sparkling like jewels as they outlined the lines of the beautiful Queen Anne. The Christmas tree, now decorated and lit, was framed by the large window in the front of the house. The ornaments decorating it were butterflies of all descriptions, donated by the citizens of Silver, proving once again how much they cared. It truly was a wonderful place.

The first family to stay in the house dedicated to her sister’s memory was expected to arrive the next morning. They would spend a week enjoying the house and the various activities offered by businesses around town, including a dude ranch and the ski resort. The neighbors congratulated them then began to wander away, leaving them alone in front of the house as huge snowflakes drifted down to cover them.

“Are you happy, butterfly?” Grayson asked as she leaned back against him. Roarke was beside him, wrapped close to them both. They each had a hand on her still-flat belly. She nodded, sniffing back tears. “This time next year our baby will be here.”

“Yes,” she whispered, tears spilling down her cold cheeks. She tipped her head back so she could look up at her men. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you, too.”

“Thank you for following me that first day.”

Roarke chuckled as they began nuzzling playfully on either side of her neck. “We’d follow those butterflies anywhere, baby.”

“Can we play the marauding desert bandit and his sex slaves tonight?” Marley asked huskily, trembling as she remembered how much she loved
that
game. Her men always showed her a wicked good time. “I promise I’ll be good,” she said earnestly, her blue-green eyes huge in her face as she looked up at him.

Grayson grinned. “The last time you promised that, I had to spank you.”

She pouted and then squealed as Roarke began rubbing her ass beneath her heavy winter coat.

A horn honked loudly in the clear winter air, causing the three of them to practically jump out of their skins. They turned to see a huge SUV driven by Mick Preston. His growing family filled the seats.

“Get a room!” he shouted, grinning.

And they did.

THE END

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