Raines, Elizabeth - Sold [Wicked Missions 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

Brandon plunged inside her in one surge, groaning at how wonderful her tight pussy felt as it squeezed his cock. He almost said that nothing had ever felt better until the heat of Carter’s body settled against his ass and the backs of his thighs. Rough hands separated his cheeks, and a wet finger smoothed the lube around his anus. Just when Brandon pulled his hips back and then rushed forward into Lyrianna’s body again, Carter stretched a finger high inside Brandon and rubbed his prostate.

He almost came then and there. Only deep breaths and the thought of having to slaughter a chicken for dinner helped him keep any semblance of self-control. “Quit teasing,” Brandon said. He started setting an easy rhythm, gliding his cock in and out of Lyrianna as she smoothed her hands over his pecs, raking her fingers through his chest hair. “Fuck me, Carter!”

Just as he pulled back, ready to thrust back inside Lyrianna, Brandon felt the crown of Carter’s dick pushing against his anus. He used the opportunity to slam back, impaling himself on Carter’s dick and savoring his mate’s surprised gasp. “Holy shit,” Carter said.

After a little awkward experimentation, they found a good rhythm. Carter would push into Brandon just as he thrust into Lyrianna. Then both men would gently pull back. Brandon wasn’t sure how long he could take the sweet torture of her wet heat cradling his cock while Carter’s dick rubbed his sweet spot. Lights were flashing through his eyes, and his heartbeat roared in his ears. About to surrender to the delicious pressure building inside of him, he almost sang his relief when Lyrianna pulled her knees up and shouted her orgasm as her pussy contracted around him.

The feeling of her squeezing him tight pushed Brandon over the edge. He let out something between a groan and a growl as his balls pulled up tight against his body and his semen blasted inside her. Carter was right behind, pounding into him twice before he gripped Brandon’s hips and bathed his insides in heat.

Sanity was a long time returning, and by the time Brandon could form a coherent thought, the three of them were resting on the sheets. He turned to smile at Carter, who grinned back like a contented kid who’d just finished opening all his birthday gifts. Then Brandon turned to smile at Lyrianna.

She smiled in return, but she looked a bit nervous. He’d quickly learned she needed praise from both of them whenever they made love. He wasn’t about to disappoint her, figuring it was some “female thing” to have to hear just how wonderful she’d made her men feel, as if their groans and the fact they climaxed wasn’t enough. Using the back of his knuckles, he gently rubbed her cheek. “That was
perfect.”

And he meant it. Everything about Lyrianna was perfect. From the top of her white-blonde hair to the tips of her dainty toes. No wonder making love to her made him feel as if part of him was leaving his body and traveling into hers.

Because she already owned Brandon’s heart.

The three of them were now a family.

Chapter 9

“Wake up, honey.” Carter gently shook Lyrianna’s shoulder. She’d fallen asleep not long after they set sail for Pagonna City, and he feared she’d get seasick again like she had on the trip to their island. Eight hours in a rocking boat bothered a lot of people, and she seemed to be one of them.

She stretched, looking like a cat enjoying the sunshine. Since this was day one—closer to day two now—of sunlight, she blinked a few times and then squinted. He was glad her pallor wasn’t green. “Are we there?”

“Close,” he replied. “How’s the stomach?”

“Hmm… Seems good for now. Those herbs you gave me helped.”

“Yeah, we make a ton of money on that mixture. Two pharmaceutical companies pay us a fortune to grow those three plants. Since Brandon can mix it on his own, seems stupid to pay them for pills.”

“Besides, they added some spice to the scrambled eggs.” She shielded her hands with her eyes as she gazed at the dock. “We’ve got quite a list of things to shop for. Think we’ll have to stay overnight?”

Carter shook his head. “We’ll sail back tonight. With both of us, the normal shopping will only take half the time. Plus we
still
need to get you some clothes. I’m sorry it took us so long to get back here.” He frowned. “Not sure how much they have for women here, but I’m sure we can find some things you can use.”

“You’re very generous. I don’t need much, although it’ll be great to have ladies panties again.”

His threw her a saucy grin. “Oh, I don’t know… I kinda like being able to slip my fingers inside those boxers anytime I want to. At least I could until you sewed all of the flies up.”

Her cheeks flamed. He found it quaint that she still blushed at any mention of sex. At least she never let that embarrassment hold her back. The woman was a wildcat in bed. Simply thinking about the way they’d all made love before she and Carter set sail made his cock harden. Almost four months with her, and not only had he not tired of her, he craved Lyrianna more and more each day. If they still had some more distance to go and were far enough away from the dock, he’d indulge himself now. Unfortunately, they needed to tie the boat up and get the things they came for. Perhaps on the way home…

Lyrianna seemed to scan the boardwalk next to the dock. “I didn’t get to see much of the city the day of the auction. I was a little…rattled.”

Carter chuckled. “So was I. You have no idea how much of a surprise you were to me.”

“Surprise? Why?”

“I didn’t know what to expect, especially since the auction was for prisoners. I guess I had a vision of an older woman with lots of tattoos. Someone hard and rough. What we got was soft and delicate. You weren’t at all what I thought I’d find.”

Her smile always warmed his heart. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment. Unless, of course, you
want
a hard woman with tattoos. I know a gang of them back on Rozale. They’d be glad to eat you and Brandon for breakfast.”

Picking up her hand, he brushed a kiss over the knuckles, making her face flush a darker red. “Thanks, but I’ll pass. We’ve already found the perfect woman.”

* * * *

“Run through what’s left on the list,” Carter said after he found Lyrianna in the crowd again. He’d gone back and forth to the boat at least four times when his arms were too full to carry anything else. They’d have supplies for a good, long while, and some of the things she’d had them purchase would allow her to add some more variety to their meals. She’d turned out to be a much better cook than either of the men, and now instead of dreading the usual grilled fish or chicken, they ate casseroles and stir-fries. Heaven.

“I think that’s about it.” She nibbled on her bottom lip and raised her eyes to meet his. “Except…I’d like to try to send a message to my sister.”

He reached out to stroke her cheek, loving the vulnerability he saw in her face. She was such a contradiction. Part demure, part wanton. He loved her enough that he felt the same pull to be two different things. Yes, he wanted to help her contact her sister so Lyrianna didn’t have to worry about her family fretting over what had happened her. But fear made his heart catch and forced his hesitation. What if her family got the message and eventually came searching for her? He and Brandon could lose her, and that thought tied his gut into nervous knots.

Sure, it would take months for the message to get to Belusia. Or Bromond. Or wherever the hell her sister might be now. If her sister wanted to come to Pagonna, it would take a long time to find a proper transport and travel time. No, her sister probably wouldn’t come here to claim Lyrianna.

She might, however, find a way to arrange passage for Lyrianna to leave. If faced with the choice between staying with him and Brandon and going back to Rozale or even to her home planet of Belusia, which would she choose?

His heart clenched in naked fear. While he might have fallen in love with Pagonna, and Brandon might feel the same tie to this place—and to the farm they’d built with their own hands—that love might not mean anything to her. What about their beautiful Lyrianna? What would bind her to the farm? To them?

There was only one answer. They had to make her fall in love with
them
, not the farm.

Carter almost smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. Hell, he was an idiot. When Lyrianna first arrived, he’d told Brandon that they needed to win her over, that they’d be lucky if they could make her want to stay. That they might have a chance for something more permanent than a five-year companion. When had they lost sight of that goal?

Duh
. The moment she’d voluntarily become their lover. They’d started thinking with their dicks, assuming that since she came to their bed willingly and enthusiastically, they had her right where they wanted her.

They’d been wrong.

“Carter?” Lyrianna’s hand gently stroked his arm. “What’s wrong?”

Starting now, he was going after more than simply getting her to stay for a while. He—and hopefully Brandon once Carter could talk to him—was going after something more. He was going to win her heart. “There’s gotta be something more you need. Something special.”

She seemed to think it over for a long moment. “Not really.”

“You didn’t buy anything just for you. Except underwear and some shorts and tops. Don’t you need some…I don’t know…perfume or something?”

Her eyes grew wide. “You think I need perfume? Do I smell bad?”

He rubbed his neck in frustration, angry that he was already mucking everything up. “No, no. That’s not what I meant. I just thought you’d like something more…extravagant. You barely even bought any clothes for yourself. Don’t you want something to pamper yourself with? Hand cream or make-up or…something? What do women like?”

Her shoulders rose in a dainty shrug. “I didn’t need many clothes. I like the stuff you and Brandon gave me. They’re comfortable.”

“But not very girlie.”

Her gaze dropped away. “I’m not very pretty in them, am I?”

Carter crooked his finger and used it to raise her chin. “No, honey. You’re not very pretty.”

She tried to nod and turn her head. He wouldn’t let her.

“You’re not
pretty
,” he continued. “You’re
gorgeous
. I love seeing you in my clothes. Makes me feel kinda…possessive. I like that you wear my stuff. I’m sure Brandon does too.”

“Lyrianna!” a woman’s voice called from the distance. “Lyrianna, is that you?”

She whirled around, her gaze scanning the people on the boardwalk. Then her whole face blossomed into a smile. “Simone!”

A younger woman jogged toward them as Lyrianna turned to run toward her. They met in an embrace. Carter picked up the rest of their packages and hurried to meet the girl he remembered from the auction.

* * * *

“Oh, my God,” Simone said when she pulled out of Lyrianna’s hug. “I’m so glad to see you.”

“I’m glad to see you too, Simone,” Lyrianna said, patting the girl’s rounded belly. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”

Simone rubbed her baby bump. “Yeah. We decided to go ahead and start a family right away. I think Tyler wanted to be sure I wouldn’t leave. Did you know we got married right after the auction?”

“No, but Carter told me Tyler was looking for a wife, not…” She wasn’t sure how to finish that thought without making what she shared with Carter and Brandon sound sordid. While she might have come to terms with the fact the guys were willing to keep their relationship as status quo, she still hated that everyone on Pagonna who knew how she came to live with them thought she was nothing more than a purchased bedmate. A whore, even though she’d never profited from the sale. For a moment she wondered again which government officials had made money off of selling her like some piece of meat. One day, she’d have to find out and be sure the horrid practice was stopped. No woman should be sold, even if in her case, the outcome had been a miracle.

“Is this Carter?” Simone asked as Carter came to stand at Lyrianna’s side.

“Yes. Carter Verdel, this is Simone… I’m sorry, I can’t remember your husband’s—”

“Tyler Honeycutt’s wife,” Carter said, filling in the blank in her memory. “How’s it going Mrs. Honeycutt?”

Simone gave her belly a pat. “Very well. Tyler told me you loaned him some of the money to buy me. Thank you.”

Carter actually blushed. “I knew he wanted a wife, and when Lyrianna told me how young you were, I knew you two would be perfect for each other.”

“Thank you,” she said again. Then she turned her attention back to Lyrianna. “When did you and Carter get married? Right after the auction?”