Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (38 page)

Ben slid his hands over her abdomen and under the water’s surface. Quinten knew the second he’d found her clit because her back arched and a decadent moan came from her lips. That sound was nearly enough to finish him off, but he stopped her from stroking him, enabling her to focus on just receiving pleasure at their hands.

“Is Ben stroking your little clit just right, baby?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She grew restless, writhing on Ben’s cock as she reached up and back, wrapping her hands around Ben’s shoulders.

Quinten’s cock ached as he watched her move with Ben, a beautiful flush rising in her cheeks as she neared her peak. The water in the tub splashed as their movements grew more vigorous. Ben leaned back as he continued thrusting, his eyes closed in utter enjoyment. Quinten couldn’t help but stroke his cock as he watched them enjoy each other.

A cry erupted from Camilla, and she placed her hand over Ben’s. Quinten watched her graceful movements in fascination, the way her damp skin glowed like satin in the candlelight.

She fervently whispered, “Don’t stop. Oh, please don’t stop.” She bit her luscious lower lip and looked up at Ben as her orgasm broke over her and she cried out in ecstasy. “Yes! Oh, yes, baby!”

Ben growled and bucked with her, giving her what she begged for until she went limp, and then he grasped her hips and thrust, splashing water over the edge of the tub as he leaned back, lifting her above the water’s surface as he thrust home several more times.

Quinten fisted his cock and rubbed at his balls as he watched Ben’s cock slide in and out of her sweet, wet cunt. Quinten’s balls drew tight to his body and the orgasm blazed through him with fiery intensity, and he added his groans of ecstasy to Ben’s as they both orgasmed. His cum splashed in hot jets on his chest and abdomen as he tilted his head back, stroking until he had to stop because his cock grew too sensitive. Feeling like he’d been run through the wringer, he looked over at Ben and Camilla and smiled when he made eye contact with her. He stroked her calf as Ben withdrew from her and settled her in his lap, her hair streaming all around her in the water, looking like a mermaid.

They relaxed quietly in the tub until the water cooled.

“Okay, boys. It’s time to either add more hot water or get out and dry off. I’m pruney.” She smiled as Quinten lifted her foot and inspected her toes.

“Yes, very pruney.” Then he grinned and slid her big toe in his mouth and sucked on it. Her sudden gasp and husky moan made him smile. She loved having her toes sucked on, and he planned to suck them a lot.

Using his hands, Ben cupped water and poured it over her shoulder to get the suds off of her then helped her stand. Once out of the tub, the men took turns drying her off before tucking her into the bed between them.

Camilla stretched and yawned as they slid in on either side of her. “I have to get this house ready for your parents’ visit in the morning. They’ll be here in just a few days.”

Ben kissed her neck as she snuggled back against him and said, “We’ll help so it won’t take too long.” Quinten scooted close to her front. She kissed him, tenderness in her eyes.

“Quinten, can I ask you about something?”

“Sure, baby. What?”

She stroked her fingers through his chest hair and looked in his eyes. “What had you so worked up today? I could tell, because you were so relieved.”

He hesitated, afraid of her hurting her feelings. “I was worried about you.”

“And?”

“Afraid,” he admitted. She had his number, so he might as well confess, but he couldn’t think of a way to phrase it that it didn’t come out wrong.

“Did you think I had purposely gone to the hospital?” At his discomfited nod, she continued. “Has that happened to you before?” Ben glanced at him and nodded, offering nonverbal encouragement to go ahead and tell her.

“Yes. Without me knowing about it beforehand. The relationship ended when I found out.”

“Oh, Quinten.” A wave of sadness washed over him as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his, and she caressed his cheek.

“A girl, supposedly. She would be five now.”

Tears filled Camilla’s eyes, and she sniffled as she moved forward and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m so sorry. How did you find out?”

“She told me, during an argument.”

“She took your choice from you, and then she threw it in your face to hurt you? I feel about her the way you feel about my father. I’m so sorry.” She rolled to her back between them and tugged at both of their hands until she laid them over her abdomen, one above her belly button and one below. “This is not how I planned for things to be, but this baby is what’s important. Anything else pales in comparison. I just needed time to process it and get over the shock. I could never abort your baby. Never.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“But I’ll need your help. I can’t do this alone, either. I didn’t have very good parenting examples growing up.”

Ben stroked her shoulder as he laid his head on the pillow. “Don’t worry about that, sugar. You’ve got us, and we’re here for the long haul. Know what else?” Ben asked as he glanced across at Quinten, who knew what he’d ask her next.

“What?”

“I think it’s high time we asked you to make us the happiest men in the world. Happy like only you becoming our wife can make us.”

“Think so?” she asked with a giggle. “Well, which one of you do you propose I marry?”

“Whichever one you want to, sugar,” Ben replied.

“That would be both of you. I’ll marry either of you, so you decide.”

Camilla laughed two minutes later as Quinten let out a loud whoop when he won the honor. “Mom is gonna be so relieved when I tell her I’m finally leaving the gigolo lifestyle of a bartender behind!”

Camilla burst into giggles. “Does she know that you’re part of a threesome?”

“Oh, shit.”

“Oh my gosh! You were
serious
!” Camilla said in a shocked whisper as she followed Quinten to the kitchen with the rest of the dirty dishes. Her googly-eyed expression was funny. “She really thinks you lead a gigolo lifestyle!”

Quinten relieved her of the dishes and then took the opportunity for brief privacy as a chance to hug her and squeeze her ass and whispered, “In the more general sense, yes. She doesn’t think I get paid to have sex with women so much as she believes I get
laid
an awful lot. I can tell they both love you.”

“You can? How?”

“Because they refer to you using endearments. That’s code for you-are-part-of-the-family-now.”

“Oh. So she’s not going to grill me when we go Christmas shopping downtown tomorrow?”

“She’ll probably still grill you a little, but her main purpose is just to get the rundown on me. She just wants to know that I’m okay. Dad will only let her roast my chestnuts for so long before he coaxes her to back off. In a way it’s actually a compliment because she’s never gone shopping with any of my girlfriends before.”

“I’m special.” Camilla giggled again when Ben snuck up behind her and bracketed her between the two of them.

Ben rubbed her shoulders soothingly. “Quinten, Bill would like a beer, and Bridget would like the same as whatever Camilla is having.”

“Oh, shit,” Quinten whispered. “Mom asked for the same thing Camilla is having?”

Ben arched an eyebrow at him and looked perplexed. “Yeah, why?”

“Dude, you don’t know my mom. She’s subtle. She suspects something.”

The googly-eyed look returned to Camilla’s face. “You mean that I’m pregnant?” she mouthed, making a rounded gesture over her abdomen.

“Yes, if you drink water or something nonalcoholic, she’ll become suspicious that you’re pregnant.”

“You get all that from a request for a drink?” Ben asked.

“Mom is like Wile E. Coyote. Do
not
be fooled. She’ll go to great lengths. She drives me crazy with it. Baby, you want me to just have a talk with her?”

Camilla smirked and shook her head. “Nope. I’m having fun. I want to see how long she’ll delve before she finally gives up and just asks.”

Quinten laughed out loud. “Challenge accepted, baby.”

Camilla smiled at him and filled the kettle with water. “I’m in the mood for cocoa.”

Thirty minutes later at bedtime, his mom looked fit to be tied and his dad looked thoroughly amused. Camilla had managed to give nothing away, and Quinten realized he hadn’t smiled that much in a long time. His heart was just so full of love for her, the way her eyes sparkled as she conversed with his mother and father. He could tell Mom and Dad were both utterly taken with her. The one vital piece of information that he did part with was that they all lived together in the house, which neither parent batted an eye at. His mother reminded him that they’d met Ethan, Jack, Adam, and Grace at The Dancing Pony when they’d visited one evening a few months before Camilla had begun working there.

“Sweetheart, you might be surprised by how progressive our beliefs are,” his mom said, amusement and acceptance in her eyes. “If you’re happy, we’re happy. Just be very good to each other.”

His dad patted his mom’s leg gently and said, “Well, if we’re getting up early tomorrow we’d better get our rest. That was a long drive.”

His mom made a point of hugging Camilla good-night and then let his dad draw her down the hall to the guest bedroom when it was clear she would prefer to keep chatting. Camilla’s cheeks were glowing, and she had a big smile on her face when he turned back to her.

“I adore your parents! And your mom is so tiny! She’s actually shorter than
me
! I’m going to have so much fun shopping with her tomorrow. She knows. I know it. She knows everything, she’s just waiting for one of us to let on so she can say ‘gotcha’!”

In their bedroom that night, Quinten and Ben bracketed their lover, standing beside the bed, and stripped her silently. Using his hands and mouth, Quinten showed her how much he loved her. Ben wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her steady as Quinten kneeled in front of her and draped one of her thighs over his shoulder and licked and kissed her pussy until she came with a sob and a small cry.

Ben allowed him to take the lead, and they both made love to her, one after the other, giving her whatever her heart desired. Lucky for them, she desired the two of them.

* * * *

The following morning, Quinten’s mom brought out the big guns when she placed a small, dilapidated suitcase on the table at breakfast. “Do you remember this, Quin?”

He fought the nice juicy curse that nearly burst from his lips.
This is gonna be embarrassing.
“Mom, you saved this?” He wasn’t exactly pleased about that fact.

“Aw, Quinten! Is that your little suitcase?” Camilla’s eyes sparkled as she stroked it with great interest and curiosity. “What’s inside?”

His mom had an evil gleam in her eye as she popped the catches and his childhood memories were once again exposed to the light of day.

Camilla struggled not to turn into a puddle of sentimental goo. He could see her effort to hold her reactions in check to a normal, not-hormonal-and-pregnant level. His mom lifted the first item out, a dilapidated and well-loved stuffed horse, and said, “This was his first stuffed animal. He called it Rory, which was his best attempt at ‘horsey’ when he got old enough to start talking. He carried it around until he was nearly ready for kindergarten.”

“
Mom
,” Quinten groaned, wishing for a rock to climb under.

Camilla pressed her lips together and giggled as she held it and stroked it. “Rory.”

Ben joined the fun, a shit-eating grin on his face as he sipped his coffee. “Hey! He-Man! I remember him.” He lifted the aged action figure from the case and made the requisite sound effect as he pushed the button on the back, making the action figure twist. “Power punch!” Ass kicking was in order when Ben delved into the suitcase. “What’s this?”

“It’s a Go-Bot.”

Ben made a disgusted face. “I don’t remember Go-Bots. Where’s G.I. Joe?”

His mother chuckled evilly and reached into the case. “Right here.” She handed it to Ben, who laughed as the action figures faced off. “Quinten is probably going to be embarrassed, but…” She lifted out his—

“Oh my God, Mom. I can’t believe you saved my—”

Camilla gasped in shock and then squealed. “Underoos! Quinten, you wore Underoos!”

Ben leaned forward to look closer. “
Shazam
Underoos, no less.”

“Mom, did you really have to save my old underwear?”

Camilla lifted them from his mother’s hands and cooed as she looked at them. “They’re tiny!”

Mom waved aside his objection. “Oh, don’t worry, Quinten. There’s not any butt crusties in them. I bought these for you, but they were too snug. I saved them because they were so darn cute.”

Quinten’s nuts practically shriveled in embarrassment as Camilla and Ben doubled over laughing. Camilla gigglesnorted and then finally said, “I’m about to pee in my pants!
Butt crusties
!” She cackled until she had to wipe tears, took one look at Quinten, and did her best to pull herself together, as did Ben. She let loose a couple of titters before she finally got it under control, crossing her thighs like she really needed to pee. He had to smile, just because her amusement was so contagious. Maybe getting roasted like this wasn’t so bad if it made her smile.