Penn, Jenny - Chasing Lacie [Sea Island Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Davis panted, holding himself still as her body shuddered around the bare inch he’d fed her. “I can’t hold on much longer, Chance, and she’s too tense.”

Lacie couldn’t help it. Her mind focused in an obsessive fashion on the cock burrowing into her from behind. Her fear soaked through the pleasure of moments ago, deflating and fizzling it out as panic began to whirl through the frenzy.

Chance cut right through the veil that had fallen over her with a simple kiss. Sweet and playful, he teased her into kissing him back. Slowly her mind turned toward trying to win the duel of tongues as her body once again began to melt under the teasing touch of Chance’s finger tips. Barely whispering them over one puckered tit, his other hand burrowed between their bodies so he could strum her clit, making her cunt pulse and melt.

The desire that had trapped her in its devastating vise began to wind around her again, binding her tighter with its renewed force. Slowly her body began to shift and sway, riding the heated shaft filling her even as she pushed back on the one inching its way deeper and deeper into her body.

It burned, but that only fueled the inferno beginning to rage through her womb. Even in the cool waters, she began to shiver and sweat, her body beginning to shift as it sought some relief from the intense pressure building through her body. There was nowhere to escape.

Trapped by two hard-bodied cowboys, they held her captive between them, each laying claim to her body in the most erotic embrace she’d ever been bound in. Davis pulled her flush with his chest as he fed her the last scorching inch of his erection. This time it didn’t hurt but made her ache with a need for more of the scandalous cowboy’s forbidden seduction.

Davis gave it to her, his arms going right beneath hers to stretch out and grip the pond’s edge on either side of Chance’s head as he straightened up. The position lifted her slightly, leaving her little room to maneuver, trapped between his arms. She didn’t wonder what he was up to. Davis made it clear when he grunted a demand at Chance.

“Okay, buddy, let’s see what you got.”

What Chance had was twelve inches of iron hard cock and enough muscles to piston it at a soul-shattering pace. He pounded her with one deep thrust after another, making her pussy weep and cling to his naked flesh as he slid back. Her hips followed, and every time he slammed back into her, she pounded into Davis’s thickened cock.

Harder and faster he rode her until her control snapped and her body went wild. Shrieking, she bucked, fucking both men with the strength of the rampaging lust that consumed her. As one they moved, grunting and writhing as their muscles tensed and quaked beneath the pressure of the blossoming explosion.

Then it erupted, popped by the sudden exquisite pain of fangs sinking into her shoulder. The small assault unleashed the climax roaring through her, obliterating her entire world with the endless, molten flows of rapture. Lacie screamed until her throat went raw as her whole body splintered under the weight of one perfect moment of bliss.

Then she collapsed into a panting, shuddering heap against Chance. Each breath burned through her lungs, the contraction making muscles still sizzling with pleasure spark to life with mini flares. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend what came next when this moment felt endless.

Chapter 6

Davis sighed, knowing he had to move no matter how much he detested the notion. Lacie might have been the perfect soft cushion, but he didn’t want to flatten her. Besides, there was phase two of Lacie’s seduction to get to, and that meant getting out of the pond, which would require giving up the heavenly tightness of Lacie’s ass.

Hating to do it, he shifted slowly backward, sliding free of her body as gently as he could. Lacie groaned, flinching in Chance’s arms as the still-engorged head of his cock forced her tight entrance wide. Casting a frown over her shoulder at him, she managed to sound sullen despite her hoarse voice.

“Are we done?”

“No, honey.” Davis couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. She looked so cute, so fuckable, and very perfect for them with her feisty attitude. “Far from it.”

“I forgot to make you beg.” That complaint had both of them glancing at Chance’s scowl. “Damnit! Ah, hell. I’ll get to it later.”

Davis half expected Lacie to give his friend some kind of smart-ass retort. Chance probably did, too, given what he said and the way he glanced at her expectantly. Lacie, though, just smiled and murmured contentedly.

“Chance?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I get off now?”

Davis snorted when a hopeful gleam passed through Chance’s eyes at that request. A second later it died back into a scowl when he realized their little mate meant the exact opposite of what Chance so clearly hoped for. Obviously disappointed, he gave her a sour look.

“I guess.”

“Then make it as good as Davis did.”

That taunt got a growl from Chance as Davis smirked, floating closer to clamp his hands around Lacie’s hips, just beneath the hold Chance had on her waist. “Here, let me help.”

“I can do it,” Chance snapped, clearly insulted. Davis didn’t war with him for control, letting Chance set the pace as he eased Lacie off his cock. Davis’s hands just made sure she ended up nestled back in his embrace, his own aching dick tucked sweetly between the soft globes of her ass.

Lacie groaned and wiggled. “That’s not helping, Davis.”

“Pity,” Davis grunted, letting her pull free. “I was enjoying it.”

“Yeah? Well, your ass isn’t the one on fire,” Lacie stated bluntly, making Davis snicker as he watched her tread water to the edge of the pond. Clinging to the lip, she shot a hard look at both him and Chance. “Now you two are going to behave yourselves because I need a moment.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Davis nodded sharply.

Chance, on the other hand, sighed and groaned. “Okay, fine. Take a moment, but you’re only getting one. We got a whole list of things we plan to get to today.”

“A list?” Lacie’s eyes widened slightly. “Please tell me that’s a figurative statement.”

“Nope,” Davis answered when Chance simply snorted. “It’s an actual list. He’s been working on it for years.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or horrified.” Lacie studied them for a moment before shrugging. “I’m too tired to be either. Is it okay if I get out of the pond? Or is that not on the agenda?”

“Actually, part two takes place in the truck.”

Lacie shot Davis a dirty look, keeping a close eye on him as he paddled up alongside her. He paused at the lip to lean in close and tease her.

“Where the ropes are.”

With that and a wink, he hefted himself onto dry land with a single push. Lacie remained behind, glancing up at him doubtfully.

“Ropes? That’s not a joke, is it?”

“About as much as making you beg is,” Chance answered, bumping into her as he floated to the edge. “Keep looking at me like that and your moment will be up.”

“Allow me,” Davis bent to offer her a hand, “to help you escape.”

“As if I could,” Lacie grumbled, but took his hand. “You know, I’ve heard about lycan matings, but is it true that…”

Lacie’s voice faded out as Davis became mesmerized by the small pearls of water rolling down her shoulders and leaving glistening trails over every delicious curve slowly emerging from the pond. He hungered to trace the rivulets, to nuzzle cheeks between the soft globes of her breasts and lick his way down the soft flare of her belly, over the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. Then he’d curl his fingers around those rounded thighs, split them wide, and bury his face in the warm heaven of her pussy.

God, but they should keep her naked all the time. Naked, wet, and ready for their pleasure as she bent over to serve them dinner or brought them beers while they watched a game. Maybe they’d keep her sprawled across the couch between them, legs spread and that pussy available to play with through every commercial.

Davis’s mind spun with all sorts of fantasies, driving more and more blood into his cock until the damn thing throbbed more painfully than ever. Despite his recent release, he wanted more. This time he wanted to watch her swollen, pink folds part around his hardened flesh and feel that creamy cunt swallow him whole.

“You’re not even listening to me!” And Davis probably still wouldn’t be if Lacie hadn’t jerked out of his hold. “I swear it’s like the two of you only have one thing on your minds.”

With that huff, she stormed off, muttering something about flowers. Davis couldn’t make heads or tails of her complaints. Not that he put much thought into it. It was hard to concentrate when she sashayed that fine ass with an indignant bounce. Tilting his head, he could feel the drool starting to collect in his mouth as his eyes went dry from staring.

“You know, I think that ass needs a paddling.”

Davis heard that and glanced up to share Chance’s grin. “Yeah? We’ll have to come up with a reason.”

“We have ample reasons, one starting with the initials TJ.”

“Oh, the
hottie
.” Davis rolled his eyes before casting Chance a quick frown. “I don’t think you can do that, man. She’ll get pissed. Better to go for no reason than a reason she can argue.”

“Works for me,” Chance accepted without hesitation. His easygoing attitude slipped a second later as he stiffened up. “Hey, baby? What you doing?”

“Putting clothes on,” Lacie shot back, obnoxiously stating the obvious.

“There isn’t any need for them.” Chance rushed forward to grab the shirt Lacie dug out of the storage box in the back of his pickup.

Lacie didn’t release her end of the black tee, and they ended up in a tug-of-war over the garment. Davis watched, amused as the two of them yelled at each other. Moving forward, he settled the argument for them by ripping the shirt out of both their hands and tossing it over his shoulder into the pond.

At Lacie’s shocked squeal, Davis shrugged. “Sorry. That was an accident.”

“Don’t be a smart-ass,” Lacie snapped. “I needed that shirt.”

“Not really,” Chance disagreed, snapping the lid closed on the storage box. “Best get used to being naked, baby, because we plan on keeping you that way for a long while.”

“Yeah?” Lacie glanced pointedly around at the empty hillsides. “And what about your buddies? Maybe you guys don’t mind strutting around in your birthday suits, but I’m not into giving your friends a cheap thrill.”

“They aren’t looking,” Davis assured her. “They’re just keeping watch over the perimeter.”

“What? So I don’t escape?” Lacie snickered. “Not that confident you’d win, huh? What? Why do the two of you look so serious?”

Because despite the flippancy of her question, the answer was nothing to joke about. They had to tell her. They’d put it off to handle more pressing matters, but now Lacie needed to understand how grave the threat against her was. Sharing a look with Chance, Davis got the nod.

“Lacie—”

“No.” She waved away his words before Davis could speak them. “I know that ‘we need to talk’ look. It’s never a good talk either.”

“We need to talk.”

“No.” Lacie dug in her heels when he latched on to her wrist and tried to escort her to the back of the truck. “I don’t want to.”

“Come on, Lacie.” Chance assisted with a hand on her back, pushing her forward. “We have to explain some things to you.”

“See? You called me Lacie and not baby.” She pinned Chance with a hard look. “And didn’t make any lewd comments about my moment being up. That means this is going to be bad.”

“It is.” Chance didn’t offer her any solace with his instant agreement. Instead, he took her elbow, keeping her captive while Davis lowered the tailgate.

“But I’m all glowing,” Lacie complained. “You can’t ruin the glow.”

“We’ll make sure you get it back,” Davis assured her and patted the tailgate in a clear signal to sit.

“Fine,” Lacie gave in with ill grace. “We’ll talk, but if at any point you say this was all a joke or you’re not really my mates, I will neuter the both of you. And believe me, I have the equipment to do it.”

“Then I promise not to say either one of those things,” Davis vowed with complete sincerity before trying to kiss away her worry. Brushing his lips across hers, Davis promised her, “I swear, Lacie, you’re our mate.”

“Our one and only.” Chance tilted her chin in his direction, sealing his vow with a soft kiss before pulling back to give her a wicked grin. “Which of course means we have nobody else to take out all our depraved ideas on.”

“You better watch it, Chance,” Lacie whispered, her voice thick and soft with the desire Davis could scent dripping from her pussy. “I might just be sicker than you.”

“I can only hope,” Chance returned wistfully. “We’ll find out right after we have our talk. Now sit.”

Lacie turned her attention to the tailgate Chance nodded at. Her expression lost it softness as her nose wrinkled. “I’m not sitting my naked ass on that. You can either produce a shirt, a towel, or you can just tell it to me standing.”

* * * *

Because Lacie drew the line at putting any of her private parts on that filthy tailgate. She might have folded on the flowers and wooing, but a woman had to draw the line somewhere. That line was paved in dirt and dust and whatever the hell else was smeared over the metal gate. Lacie really didn’t want to know the answer to that.