Disorder in the House [How the West Was Done 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

Garrett could not bear it anymore, watching his partner’s head buried beneath Liberty’s skirts.

Of course, initially he had watched intently. His cock was already stiff as a board after Levi had accepted his kiss. It had only inflamed him more to realize that Liberty had been watching them necking. If she were disgusted with their behavior, Levi would have to make up his mind how he chose to proceed.

Garrett didn’t discover Liberty’s reaction, though, because Levi had run inside the house once they realized the jig was up, leaving Garrett standing there with a stiff prick and nothing to do but saw lumber. He became more and more riled the more he sawed, and eventually he came in the back door to discover this.

Levi with his head bobbing up and down between Liberty’s thighs.

Although Garrett fervently wished it was
his
head between those creamy thighs, he just watched. He couldn’t be jealous if they had agreed to attempt to share Liberty’s charms—if she were agreeable.
So at first he merely stood, shivering with anticipation as he watched Levi expertly guide the woman to climax.

Garrett had known enough female climaxes in his time. His beloved Sadie had climaxed with such force, and so often, most of their furniture was in disrepair. But this was a new era, with a new randy vixen. Levi clearly knew what he was doing, lapping away like that. And Garrett could tell that it was all very new to Liberty, as liberated from social restrictions as she claimed to be.

When it became obvious that Levi was skillfully guiding her up the climactic slope, Garrett could bear it no more. Why did he have to watch and not participate? He strode across the room and positioned himself on his knees behind Levi. Levi didn’t miss a beat with his licking as Garrett unbuckled his gun belt, dropping it heavily to the floor with a clatter. Without ceremony, Garrett yanked the pants down to Levi’s knees and grabbed ahold of the jutting cock.

He frigged his friend vigorously, reveling in the feel of his own slippery chest against the naked skin of Levi’s athletic back. Liberty was flung back on the tabletop, flat on her back, and Garrett could just see her bared breasts jiggling with Levi’s lapping at her cunt. Garrett pressed his distended erection against Levi’s ass as he frigged, but soon it wasn’t enough. The whole scene displayed before him, Levi’s tempting, shapely white ass waggling with the excitement of having his cock stimulated, it was all too much for Garrett.

And he got down on his elbows, too, to lap away at Levi’s swaying balls.

Garrett wiggled his erection against the wooden floorboards, it made him so randy to have Levi’s balls in his mouth. He snorted with the excitement of tasting the tangy, full balls. He slurped an entire testicle into his mouth, wondering if he was distracting Levi from his task at hand. He petted the stiff erection, pleased to find it nearly as large as his own.

Five years ago? One week ago? No one could have predicted that Garrett O’Rourke would be getting such pleasure out of licking another man’s balls. But this was Levi. It was different. And when a surge of love rushed through Garrett, he flipped over beneath Levi. Facing the underside of the abused table, he sucked that plump erection right into his mouth.

Levi moaned, and his hand came down to caress Garrett’s head to his crotch. Garrett was filled with devilment, knowing he not only suckled at his partner’s penis but also distracted Levi from his other task. Garrett inhaled the long, fat cock, swirling his tongue around the taut cockhead with delight, squiggling patterns on the underside of it, feeling the bulging vein there twitch and pulse.

To Levi’s credit, he was relentless in his pursuit of his task. Garrett even felt by the lengthening and tightening of the prick in his mouth, by the choking sounds the woman made above him on the table, that Levi was about to bring her to crisis. Garrett was flooded with such admiration for his partner, that he could remain focused while on the receiving end of such energetic slurping, that he renewed his efforts around the twitching cock.

Liberty went silent as her orgasm ebbed, and by the time Garrett saw her feet dangling above him, Levi detached himself from her. Levi hunched over Garrett now, kneading his scalp as he encouraged him to suck. Liberty’s flushed, surprised face appeared upside-down above Garrett, and just the idea of her watching him stoked him to greater heights.

She said something like, “I should be the one doing that, Levi.”

And Levi answered, “It’s okay. He owes me.”

Garrett would have smiled if his mouth wasn’t stuffed full of cock. He pumped his neck and shoulders and sucked harder, pleased to feel the cock lengthen even more in his mouth.

Garrett knew from his vast past experience when Levi was about to explode. His fingers stilled against Garrett’s skull, he inhaled tiny gasping sounds, and sure enough, Levi blasted Garrett’s mouth full of hot, salty jism. Spurt after spurt flooded his mouth until he was forced to swallow a giant gulp that filled the room with bawdy noise. Garrett slapped a hand to the bare ass to urge the cock farther down his throat until he nearly choked on the mass, his throat muscles clamping down around the hot prick.

Levi, being experienced at this as well, obviously knew when he should withdraw, should stop strangling his partner with his massive beef. He detached with a sucking sound, and Garrett collapsed on the floor. Levi had enough energy to drag himself to the chair, where he sat like a puppet, completely played out.

“Hey,” Liberty observed, chipper. “Garrett, you moved right ahead to the thirtieth of the month in the instruction manual.”

“No,” mumbled Levi. “We’re saving the thirtieth for later.”

Garrett raised himself on an elbow. It was amusing to see Levi like that, his cock swaying in the breeze like a rubber hose, halfway to his knees. He looked at Liberty to gauge her reaction. She smiled pertly at him, so he assumed things were all right with her.

“Would you like me to be properly shaved?”

Garrett was stunned. At first, he didn’t know what she referred to. Levi was evidently more well-versed in things, for it was he who replied, “‘Cleaned, properly shaved, and washed’?”

“Yes, that’s it,” said Liberty.

Garrett remembered the part Liberty had read aloud from
The
Pleasure of Woman
manuscript. They often seemed to refer to their women as “bald.” “You’d like that?” he asked the woman, surprised.

She shrugged. She hadn’t bothered stuffing her tits back in her bodice, and they joggled enticingly. Garrett’s mouth actually watered from wanting to taste them, too. “Sure, why not?”

Hopping off the table, she busied herself at her new schoolmarm’s desk, her back to them. “I read the entire manuscript. The part that wasn’t written in some ancient Persian language, that is. There are actually recipes in here. There’s one for hair removal.”

Garrett and Levi shared stunned looks of intrigue. Turning to face them, Liberty brandished a piece of paper. “‘Mix sandalwood and put in a cup of water with lime juice. Shake this mixture and then put on the hair. The hair will disappear and there will be a lovely scent.’”

With raised eyebrows, Levi asked, “Where shall we get sandalwood? And in what form do you mix it, if it’s a wood?”

“I know where to get it,” Liberty and Garrett both said, nearly at the same time. They laughed at each other.

Garrett allowed Liberty to go first. “There’s a Chinese pharmacist here in town, a C. Chang. I obtained earlier some…” She became modest then. Strange for a woman whose breasts were still bared to the view of two men!

“Go on,” Levi urged. “What did you obtain?”

Liberty moved to clothe a breast in her chemise now. “Some feminine herbs. Good for female disorders. But I’m sure he’s got some sandalwood.”

Garrett stood uncertainly, cinching his erection under his gun belt. “I’m sure he’s got it in oil form or maybe paste. It’s a fascinating shop, Levi. All sorts of dead, dehydrated critters hanging from the rafters.”

Levi shrugged. “All right. Let’s go find some sandalwood. But let’s make sure not to use cold water to bathe her.”

* * * *

Levi’s chest was fit to bust with pride as they turned the corner onto First Street, where C. Chang’s shop was located. They had asked Liberty if she wanted to be seen in public escorted by them, and Garrett had offered to stay behind and work on making furniture.

But she had insisted they both accompany her. “I’ve nothing to be ashamed of. I’m being escorted by the Indian agent from the fort and an army private. What’s wrong with that?”

No one could find anything wrong with that, so they’d set out, Liberty taking a lacey parasol to shield herself from the hot spring sun.

“Townspeople can kiss my ass if they don’t like me walking with you,” Liberty now said as they turned the corner. She walked between the two men, Levi taking ahold of her elbow, Garrett allowing her to hold her parasol.

Levi enjoyed her bawdy, profane way of speaking. “Things are different in the Far West. Social conventions are much looser.”

Liberty said, “I wonder why
The
Pleasure of Woman
doesn’t discuss ways to please a man? You’d think that would be the foremost thing on their minds, over there in India. Not many cultures really place any value on a woman’s pleasure.”

“But aren’t you glad they did?” Levi grinned and nodded to a couple of soldiers he vaguely knew from the fort.

Liberty said, “Garrett. Have you heard from Paddy lately? Have you made any progress in figuring out the prophecy about the cold water?”

“No,” said Levi. “But he’s seen the ghost of Caeser Moxus, the dead Indian chief. Apparently Shady and Moses are out there somewhere with Brave Buffalo’s tribe, fooling them into thinking they’re being attacked by evil spirits.”

Liberty paused, her mouth open in amusement. “Really, Garrett? Great Caeser’s ghost! You honestly saw Caeser’s ghost?”

“Pshaw,” said Garrett modestly. “He told me he didn’t know anything about a white woman but Brave Buffalo will die soon if this flimflam
wakan
man keeps mistreating him. We need to find Caleb Poindexter.”

Levi added, “But we can’t leave you until we find out what this whole water thing’s about.”

He held open the door of C. Chang, Proprietor. Liberty went first, followed by Levi. The shop was imbued with an overwhelming aroma of incense and dust, and his eyes had to adjust to the dim light. Jars of resinous amber, powdered safflower, and turd-like ginseng slowly came into focus. Counters displayed neat pyramids of peach pits, seeds, and piles of the whiskey-root cactus that was gathered locally.

Levi jumped when something moved inside a jar, and he bumped up against a dried monkey from Inner Africa. Its human hands were stretched out in its death throes, and he took Liberty by the elbow to steer her away.

“Private O’Rourke!” the proprietor piped up, startling them. He was a shriveled, robed fellow who suddenly popped up from behind the counter like a jack-in-the-box. “I see you have come here for more brain salve!”

Levi stood at attention, amused. “Brain salve? Your brain isn’t sharp enough?”

“No, no,” Garrett protested. “Not salve for the brain. Salve made
out
of brains.”

“Oh, eyew,” said Liberty, recoiling from Garrett. She knocked up against a stuffed rattlesnake, its mouth wide open in an angry hiss.

Garrett explained. “It’s made from
bison
brains. It’s for my—my—” He tried to point to his back, where Levi had noted some raised welts, probably from a lash.

“Is good for removing marks!” declared C. Chang, Proprietor.

Levi lightly quipped, “And that’s better than salve
for
your brain? Listen here, my good fellow. We’re looking for sandalwood. What form do you have it in?”

“I have paste and oil!” C. Chang vanished again, into the darkness behind his counter.

Levi shouted, “And bottled lime juice, if you have it!”

That’s when he noticed Garrett staring fixedly at a gentleman who had already been in the shop when they entered. About fifty years of age, he was unremarkable in his dark blue walking suit, waistcoat, and beaver hat. The only thing that made him stand out was his enormous moustache flecked with salt and pepper, as though he were trying to hide bad dental work. Still, he looked a cut above the usual rowdies and loafers that traveled with the Hell on Wheels towns, and Levi wondered why Garrett seemed so fixated on him. The gentleman, when he caught sight of them, lowered his face beneath his top hat brim and fiddled with some dried rat or other.

“Miss Hudson!” Chang cried, having appeared again to hand her a jar. “Your sister marries Marshal Tempest. I make prick tea for Marshal Tempest!”

This time, both Levi and Garrett chortled openly. Liberty didn’t seem to think it was so funny, though, as she snatched the jar from Chang and advised the riceman, “You really shouldn’t go running about revealing medical secrets to the public at large.”

“Secret?” Chang asked innocently. “What secret?”

Louder, Levi said, “Do you have the lime juice?”

Outside in the street, Levi leaned close to Liberty’s ear. “What medical secret are you afraid of being revealed?”