Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (3 page)

Not a lick.

Not that she didn’t try. Hell, she even took a cooking class in college, but even back then the teacher banned her from the kitchen, saying,
“Who burns water?”

So Janie resolved herself to the fact that she may be a whiz when it comes to the Dewy Decimal System, but a cook she would never be.

Laying her apple pie on the small dinette table, she walked over and removed the only plate from the cabinet in the drainboard, which housed a lone fork and a single glass. After filling her glass with water, she meticulously placed the pie perfectly on the plate and sat down to eat.

It only took her five minutes to devour the delectable treat, and soon she washed the plate and left it to dry in the drainboard. Grabbing her water, her books, and a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos from the top of the fridge, she headed toward the bathroom for a long soak.

Janie admired many things about the impeccable Mr. Darcy. He was quick-witted, handsome, and he loved horses. But one thing she became conscious of was the fact that Mr. Darcy lacked gumption. Realizing this, she began to get annoyed with him, which, after all these years, seemed impossible because Mr. Darcy was one of her favorite characters, yet as she soaked in the hot water, the annoying fact was, Mr. Darcy was starting to piss her off.

“What is wrong with you?” Janie shouted at the book. “She loves you, and you love her, who cares what everyone thinks? Geez!” she said, throwing the book on the floor.

Closing her eyes in frustration, Janie couldn’t grasp what she was feeling. It was so unlike her to lose control and just vent.

She never did that.

Always reserved and polite, she found ways to get her point across logically and politely, rather than yelling and throwing a fit. Besides, she couldn’t stand those women who drew attention to themselves when things weren’t going their way. She always felt as if they were lacking some moral judgment that prohibited them from acting normal.

Reaching for another book, Janie didn’t bother reading the cover. She just opened the book to the first page and started reading. By the time she made it to the third chapter, her heart was beating fast, her body tingled in anticipation, and a red rosy glow flooded her face. “Oh my God!” she whispered.

Quickly closing the book, she read the cover aloud. “
Desires of the Flesh, a Wanton Female
.”

No way!

Placing the book on the toilet seat, Janie grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, her eyes never leaving the book.

Janie Marie Potter had read many books in her time, some boring and some not so boring, but she never, ever read erotic romance. Believing authors were unable to capture the passion of sex and fully describe it, she shied away from romance books and stuck with more realistic rather than fantasy.

But holy hell was that book descriptive!

After throwing on a T-shirt, Janie climbed into bed with her book and opened to chapter three.

They never made it to the bedroom as they ripped the clothes from their bodies. She stood there staring at the three of them, all chiseled and rock hard. Their cocks jutting out like flagpoles, begging to be draped in her pussy, ass, and mouth.

Natalie’s mouth watered.

Falling to her knees before them, she took a hold of Jax’s and Caleb’s cocks and began stroking them while she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Evan’s hard, hot cock.

Sucking him toward the back of her throat, she heard him moan, “Fuck yeah, baby. Take my cock. swallow it whole.”

Natalie inhaled him as she continued to stroke Jax and Caleb.

The best friends moved closer, giving her more room, and then as if in a lustful dream, she opened her mouth wider and took all three cocks in.

“Holy fuck!” Jax shouted.

“She’s perfect,” Evan said as he grabbed her head and rubbed lovingly.

“Sweet baby Jesus, this feels fucking wonderful,” Caleb moaned.

How is that possible? Three penises in one mouth!

Janie reread the passage and was still shocked. Just the thought of one penis in the mouth was big enough, but to put three of them in there? Deciding to think about this scene later, Janie continued reading.

Then, because they couldn’t last one more minute with her sexy mouth on them, Caleb picked her up and carried her over to the couch. He laid himself down, with Natalie straddling him, and with her ass in the air, he plunged his aching cock into her dripping cunt.

“Fuck, man, she is tight!” Caleb informed his friends as they walked toward them, rubbing their cocks.

“Yeah, I bet she is. But can she handle more than one cock at a time?” Evan asked as he grabbed the lube from the coffee table. Applying a generous amount, he stroked himself as he prepared her perky little rosebud. “Ever had two cocks, sugar?”

“No, but I wanna try,” she simply replied.

“Well then, darlin, it’s your lucky day, ’cause I feel very accommodating.” With that, Evan began rubbing the head of his cock up and down her asshole, making sure she was plenty lubed. “Now, sugar, I need you to hold real still. This might sting a little.”

With his cock in his hand, Evan placed the purple head at the entrance of her ass and slowly pushed forward, massaging his way forward a little at a time till he was balls deep.

“Fuck! You’re too big. Take it out!” Natalie screamed as the searing pain rushed through her body like a flash fire.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, sugar, but the hard part is over. I am already in,” Evan informed her as he stopped, giving her body time to adjust.

“Here, baby cakes, suck on this to get your mind back in the game,” Jax said as he grabbed her face and place his cock in her mouth.

Natalie had never felt so full, so wanted in her entire life. The fact that she was even there with these three still boggled her mind, but when finally, after three years of trying her damnedest to get them in bed, she finally had what she wanted. There was no way she was going to chicken out now.

So, mustering all the courage she could, she took a deep breath and began to move.

The feeling was exquisite as two cocks rammed into her while she sucked and licked the third. She could feel her body firing up for something so explosive she could only imagine what, but when the guys took over, she was no longer able to keep control of her emotions.

Letting herself go, Natalie flew.

“Fuck me!” Jax shouted as he squirted jets of cum down her warm mouth. He was soon met with Caleb’s own release, as he, too, filled Natalie with his cum.

Evan grabbed Natalie’s hips and began to pound harder into her tight virgin asshole, and he was rewarded when she began bucking back against him, spurring her into another orgasm which caused him to erupt like the Fourth of July.

“Son of a bitch!” Evan said as he fell back onto the sofa, sated.

“Wow! I don’t think I can move,” Natalie informed them, still sprawled over Caleb.

“No need to, darlin, ’cause this was only round one,” Jax replied, handing his friends each a clean towel. “We have all night.”

Janie was sweating by the time she finished the chapter. Her body was hot, achy, and needed a release of its own. She knew about sex. Hell, she read enough about it and even studied anatomy in college, but when one was a bookworm, a geek to the core, no one from the male species ever gave them any notice.

So at the ripe old age of twenty-five, Janie was still and probably would forever more be a virgin. Still, like any old woman who had yet to even kiss a man, she wondered just what it would be like to be worshiped by one man, let alone three at the same time.

Jeff loved the ride home from town.

Growing up in Treasure Cove was one of the best things he ever believed could happen to a kid. Unlike most sprawling cities, Treasure Cove was nestled next to the Rocky Mountains and the Glacier National Park. The nearest city was over two and half hours away, and that was Celestial.

Treasure Cove may not be in the big leagues, but boy, did it have character.

Unlike most cities he found, his had one wow factor that he couldn’t find anywhere else. Treasure Cove boasted a long history of polyamorous marriages.

The first actual
settlers of Montana were not missionaries, as many believed, but were servants of the Hudson’s Bay Company and all foreign-born except the half-breeds.
In the mid-eighteen fifties, a group of men, mostly Irish or Scottish, made their way west from New York looking for wealth and riches beyond their imaginations. What they found was lush, fertile land, frigid winters, and Indians. So, as the story goes when you have men hungry for a woman, some of the settlers took their wives from the local tribes, while others sent off for their by way of the Bride Train.

He smiled at that.

While some of the townsfolk still held true to their native Indian heritage, others weren’t that lucky to have quiet, docile wives.

His family had Penelope Anne Donavon. Correction, Lady Penelope Anne Donavon.

He still liked to imagine his fourth great-grandfather as he waited for his mail-order bride, which he ordered from Pennsylvania, to arrive on the Bride Train. If his family history was accurate, and from what he’d seen of the women in his family, he was pretty sure it was, he would give up his right arm to see his great grandpop’s face when he met his bride for the first time.

According to family lore, Lady Penelope Anne Donavon was a true-blue aristocrat from England. The fifth daughter of an earl, she was abandoned by her sisters after she refused to marry some English aristocrat when their father suddenly passed away. Not married, and penniless, Miss Donavon then refused to become a ladies’ maid to her nieces. So, packing up what she could, she bought herself a first-class ticket on the
Widow Maker
, a schooner ship bound for the United States.

Upon arriving in New York, she was shuffled among the lower class and shipped by train to Pennsylvania, where she was then put on the Bride Train bound for Montana.

The moment she stepped off the train, the crowd of men could hear her yelling over the steam and chaos. Lady Donavon had to be escorted into the depot after refusing to be quiet. That was when the real yelling began, only escalating when Jessie Thomas Hicks had claimed her.

That was a big mistake on Jessie’s part that was. Poor Jessie never got a word in edgewise, as she chewed him up and spit him out all the way to the preachers, through the ceremony, and she never stopped till they reached the ranch.

Now, some people say she only stopped because she was exhausted from all that yelling, but others believe she stopped because she was in shock when she finally realized that not only was she to be the wife of Jessie, but also to his brother, Aaron. But who knows for sure. All Jeff could say was that she may have been a wild woman, prone to speak her mind, and had a temper like a bull in heat, but she ended up being the matriarch of the family, birthing five sons and a daughter before she passed in 1901 at the age of sixty-one.

Jeff only hoped he was that lucky when he married his future wife.

He only hoped that that woman was one little shy librarian.

* * * *

Caleb Daniel Hicks sat on his horse looking over the two hundred cows that moved before him. He loved his job, this ranch, the hard work, and the long days sitting in the saddle, but for the first time in his life he hated it.

The second oldest of the Hicks Clan, Caleb was the carefree, fun-loving goofball of the family. He was always eager for an argument, forever looking for trouble and the life of the party, but mostly Caleb was the one whom you could count on to get things done. He was tired of being the reliable one, the go-to guy of the family.

Like his older brother, Caleb enlisted in the Navy right after high school. He, too, wanted to see the world before settling down here on the ranch. But after eight years out to sea with nothing to look at but water, foreign ports where men got drunk and whored around, and governmental politics, he had had enough. Opting out of reenlistment, Caleb came home to the sweet prairie grass, the mewls of the cattle, and the sweat and appreciation of a true hard day’s work.

Now he just wanted more.

He wanted a woman, someone who was warm, loving, and intelligent. Someone who could hold a decent conversation, someone to share his day with, and someone who didn’t mind his extracurricular actives.

What he wanted, no, what he really needed, was a sub permanently.

There were only two problems he foresaw, first being the town charter, and second, his brother.

Thanks to the genius mastermind behind what he believed to be the biggest blunder of Treasure Cove, he couldn’t have just any woman. One had to be appointed, and he had to share her with his brother. If he chose to walk away, he would forfeit his inheritance and be left penniless.

Now, under other circumstances he could care less, but with the recent events concerning his neighbors, the Quinns, it had come to light that not only would he forfeit, but his actions would affect his brother, too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to do.