A New Beginning [Liberty, Wyoming] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) Page 9

  “Did you breastfeed your babies?” When she nodded, Grant cupped both in his hands, making her moan and her nipples pebble tightly.

  She leaned into his caress and let her head drop back against Jake’s chest.

  “That’s a beautiful thing, baby, and the only thing I regret is they weren’t our babies you were feeding.”

  She cried out and shuddered in their arms when Jake bit down on the sensitive spot on her neck. She almost came right then at the dual sensations of their hands on her. A rush of moisture rained down her thighs, her breathing coming in short little pants.

  She jerked when Grant lightly pinched her nipples and groaned when pain shot through her ribs, making her gasp and the men curse then apologize.

  Jake held her while Grant started to undress. Her eyes widened as more and more of his body was exposed. “What are you doing?” Oh, my God. His body was beautiful. Everything about him was large. He had a small patch of dark chest hair that arrowed down to a very large, very erect penis. It pointed up toward his belly, the head a dark purple. She licked her lips and couldn’t take her eyes off the drop of pre-come on his slit.

  Grant groaned. “Baby, you need to stop looking at me like you want to eat me.” He stepped toward her. “I have to get undressed to be able to help you shower.” His fingers pressed against her lips when she opened her mouth to reply. “Not another word. We’re going to take care of you and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it so please don’t fight us. You’ve already racked up several punishments, do you really want to add to that?” Grant reached out and sank his fingers into her hip bones. Although his touch was gentle, it was the timber of his voice holding a threat of punishment in his tone that sent a shiver down her spine. “Jake and I are going to enjoy turning your sweet ass a nice pretty pink.”

  She didn’t get to answer when Grant pulled her out of Jake’s arms and picked her up, being careful not to hurt her ribs, and stepped into the huge shower. He stood her on her feet and held her against his chest, letting the warm water run down her body.

  She held on to his arms, thankful of his strong hold, her legs shaking, making it hard to keep her balance. She looked over her shoulder when Jake stepped in and started washing her hair and then her body thoroughly, careful of her injuries.

  She couldn’t keep her gaze off them. Where Grant had a small amount of hair on his chest, Jake had no hair on his. The tattoos she’d seen on his arms snaked over his shoulders and ran down his muscled chest. Their scents were both different but had the same strong base, male scent, mixed with leather, and horse, that went straight to her head.

  She was a mass of nerves, a barrage of sensations hitting her all at once. Jake’s hands were everywhere, making her body so sensitized every nerve ending felt like it was shooting sparks. She tried hard to get her shivers under control but she couldn’t mask the moisture running down her inner thighs and her nipples being so hard they stood out.

  Grant held on to her, not letting her go for a second. He whispered encouraging and loving words in her ear, helping settle her but at the same time pushing her arousal higher.

  Jake turned off the water in the shower and stepped out. He tested the water he had started in the bathtub before. The water was steaming and at the right depth for her to submerge. He stepped into the tub and settling down with his back to the edge, he reached for Sara.

  Grant gently set her into Jake’s arms and turned to dry off with a few quick swipes of a towel and pull on his jeans, zipping them but not bothering to button them.

  Sara’s gaze followed him as he walked out the door.

  Jake settled her back against his chest, just holding her close, his hands drifting slowly over her. He told her how beautiful she was and how much they wanted her. His mouth bent and nipped lightly at the base of her neck, sending shivers through her.

  Her eyes closed. She moaned at the intense feelings his hands were inspiring. He would sweep down, running his hands over her thighs and stomach, never touching the place she needed it the most. Then they’d continue up, cupping her breasts, and running his thumbs over the rigid tips.

  Grant came back into the bathroom several minutes later and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his muscle-contoured chest, his gaze raking over her. When he noticed Sara’s heightened arousal, he grabbed a plush towel. He lifted her out of Jake’s arms and patted her dry, keeping a steadying arm around her, and spoke softly to her.

  Jake stood, draining the water, and dried off quickly before pulling his jeans on.

  Grant sat her on her bottom, facing them, on a folded towel on the counter, the mirror at her back.

  She closed her eyes, embarrassed and aroused at being naked in front of them. A low humming sound came from her as she relaxed to the soothing sensation of having her hair brushed and blow-dried. She turned her head for Grant to dry the back of her hair, as her eyes closed blissfully. She hadn’t had her hair brushed since she was a child.

  A feeling of insecurity suddenly ran through her. She wasn’t used to people taking care of her, it was always the other way around. The vulnerable feeling was somehow intensified by the pleasure they seemed to get out of taking care of her.

  Grant gently picked her up off the bathroom counter and carried her naked to the bed. Jake was waiting on the bed where a large white towel was spread out and a bottle of some substance. “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice shook with nerves but also escalated the heat that raced through her.

  Grant laid her on her stomach on the towel. He placed a hand on her lower back when she tried to get up. “Honey, we’re going to check you over for injuries that we need to deal with and then we are going to massage a liniment into your muscles to prevent them from tightening up again. You’ll feel so much better and you’ll be able to rest.”

  Grant sat down on the bed and looked over her shoulders and back for cuts and then moved down, running his hands softly over her, putting ointment on the more severe scratches she received in the fight.

  Sara groaned, their hands causing goose bumps all over her and making her shiver and her womb tighten. She pressed her thighs together to alleviate some of the intense ache they were causing.

  Jake’s brows drew together, slanting into a frown. “Are you cold, baby?”

  Sara pressed her face into the towel, moaning. “No,” came the muffled reply.

  Jake was looking down her legs, a smile creasing his cheeks at the telling sign of her arousal. He glanced at Grant. “Are you finding anything?”

  “Just scratches and bruising. Nothing that needs stitches or even a bandage.” Grant smiled at Jake over Sara’s back as his hand slid down, from shoulder to the back of her knees and back up. “It seems our woman likes to be stroked.” He chuckled when she mumbled a denial, but what they could see of the side of her face was tinged a dark pink caused by embarrassment.

  “Good, because we’re both going to like touching you a lot.” He laughed when she whimpered. He poured some the foul-smelling liniment into his hand before he handed the bottle to Grant.

  They worked together, starting at her shoulders, and working down to her back. She squirmed as they started working on her bottom and thighs.

  “Settle down, baby. We don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Grant growled.

  Just the tone of his voice sent a quiver down her back but something in his tone seemed to calm her instantly. They kept massaging her all the way to her toes. She had never had a massage before and found she liked it very much.

  She squeaked, making the men laugh, when four hands lifted and turned her gently until she lay on the towel face up. She blushed and moved to cover herself when the look on their faces stopped her. She relaxed into the mattress, trying to get comfortable.

  They both looked her over for more injuries, running their hands over her whole body. She flinched when Grant probed her ribs.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t like hurting you but we need to know how badly you’re br
uised.” He looked at Jake. “I don’t think it’s bad, but we need to keep our eye on her for a few days.”

  Jake nodded. “Hand me the liniment.” He ignored her look of distaste. It really did smell bad, but he was used to it. He started at her neck and slowly worked down.

  Grant was doing the same on the other side. She blushed when she noticed Jake watching her face when his hands came to her breasts. He stroked the gel in but avoided her breasts, driving a ripple of frustration ran through her. Grant was rubbing her belly, making her pussy clench painfully and her moisture leak out onto the towel. She was embarrassed and uncomfortable with the need raging through her. They kept her from twisting, holding her firmly in place, preventing her from hurting herself. “Please.” She gritted her teeth and moaned as her eyes slid closed.

  Jake drew his finger around one of her nipples making her groan. “Please what, baby?”

  Mindless now with an intense craving for them, she needed them more than she’d ever needed a man. She tossed her head and inhaled raggedly. All thoughts fled, making it hard to voice her needs. She thrust her hips up, spread her legs, trying to get one of them to touch her where she craved to be touched, where she ached the most. Sara made a desperate whimper, trembling with a need that went far beyond anything she was used to. The towel under her bunched tightly in her fists until they ached, her stomach muscles rippled with the contractions of her womb.

  Grant smiled and wiped his hands on the towel under her and moved between her legs. He draped her legs over his shoulders, making room for himself. His voice lowered, becoming huskier, rougher, his eyes darkened. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. “We know what you need, baby. Don’t move and we’ll take care of you.” A humming growl escaped him. “I’ve been wanting to taste you for the four months you’ve been with us.” His thumbs spread her wide, and his tongue swept through her slit as one of his fingers dipped between her delicate folds and traced around her clit, not quite touching it. He hummed as the taste of her exploded on his tongue. “Yes, baby. Give me more of your cream. God, you taste good. Like cream and cinnamon rolled together.”

  His finger moved to her opening, circling slowly, and spreading her moisture that dripped out of her pussy. His other hand slid up to span her lower stomach, preventing her from moving and hurting her ribs. When Jake took over holding her steady, he slid his hand down between her spread legs. As one finger roamed the outer edge of her pussy, another was pressing and circling at the entrance to her ass. His tongue stabbed at her clit faintly, never giving her the pressure she needed to fulfill her need.

  Sara froze at the sensations. She’d never had anyone touch her ass before and it made her nervous even as it fired her arousal higher. She moved her hips experimentally, pushing against the fingers that strode over her cunt and ass and the tongue that caressed her clit. She growled in frustration as the fingers soothed but never invaded the hot flesh of her tight holes.

  Jake snorted as he smiled down at her flush face. “Grant, she’s trying to get your thick fingers into her. Maybe we should give her what she wants.”

  Grant pulled his tongue away from her and nodded. He bent and bit down lightly on her clit as he suddenly thrust a big, blunt finger into her pussy, impaling her completely, at the same time pushing another finger up to the knuckle in her ass.

  Jake leaned down, taking her mouth while he pinched her nipple, pushing brutal slashes of pleasure to race from her nipple to her clit.

  A vortex of colors and sounds circled as she screamed into his mouth, shaking, amazed that she could come so quickly and a little frightened her body no longer felt like her own, locked in the grip of something so powerful she had no self-control.

  She was breathing harshly, vaguely aware of them crooning to her and rubbing her stomach and arms and legs lightly. A long moment later, she finally settled enough to catch her breath and looked at them in stunned disbelief.

  Sara relaxed deeper into the mattress, her breath rasping in and out of her lungs, and tried to gain some control. With her husband, after sex, he’d roll over and go to sleep. These men wouldn’t stop touching her even though she could see the bulges under their jeans straining the fabric and the zippers that barely held them back.

  It always took a long time to get her aroused and then to come, and her husband didn’t want to take the time or have the patience to arouse her. She had always thought she wasn’t a sexual person.

  Grant moaned, his eyes never leaving the stunned look on her face. His nostrils flared at the heady scent of the woman laid out, her legs spread in invitation. “Why do you look so surprised, baby?”

  Red with embarrassment, she lowered her eyes, unable to look either of them in the eye. “I don’t have orgasms. I thought I was one of those women who couldn’t achieve that level of arousal.”

  “Bullshit. It has nothing to do with them and everything to do to the man she’s with,” Jake barked, startling her.

  “He’s right, Sara. If you know how to touch a woman and look for the signs she gives you, every woman is capable of getting pleasure.” He leaned over her and nibbled on her lip, being careful of her bruise. She grasped his head to deepen the kiss and tasting herself, only to have him pull away. “Baby, you’re hurt. As much as we want to fuck you right now, we don’t want to give you any pain. When you’re healed, we’ll be able to take you the way we want to, the way we all need, and for as long as we can.”

  They both chuckled when she nodded as she yawned and closed her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

  Grant stretched out beside her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, and pulled up the blanket at the end of the bed and covered them both. “You’re coming down from an adrenaline rush and a pretty intense orgasm, baby. It’s absolutely natural to feel the way you do.” He turned her on her side and brought her back to his chest. “Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

  Sara sighed at the heat his body emitted and pried her eyes open to look at Jake sitting beside her on the mattress. She held her hand out to him. “Where will you be?”

  He smiled gently at her, took her hand, and brushed the hair off her face with his other hand. “I’m going to check on Callie.”

  Instantly awake, she cried out and moved to get up, but Grant just held her tighter against him trying to calm her. “I need to do that. She was probably terrified. I need to see her.”

  “Settle down, baby,” Jake demanded, while Grant held her to his chest and crooned to her like she had seen him do with his daughter.

  She settled back down but looked pleadingly at Jake. “Can I see her later? Will you bring her back home?”

  Jake bent to kiss her forehead, rubbing the frown on her forehead. “That is what we planned. Now close your eyes and take a nap with Grant. He’s been wanting to do that since he met you, well, besides other things,” he chuckled, tweaking her nose with a finger. “I won’t feel whole again until I get you under me and me so deep in you, you won’t know where you begin and I end.” His voice was low, slow and deep, while he held her gaze captive.

  Sara smiled sleepily as a red blush of desire crept across her face. Her eyes closed again and her words slurring, giving into her exhaustion.

  By the time he made it to the door she was already falling into a healing slumber. “I’m glad you’re here, Grant.”

  He leaned over her, grasping her chin, giving her a deep, loving kiss. He nuzzled her neck, sending shivers over her body. He tightened his hold on her, conscious of her ribs. “I’m glad, too. Now sleep, love.”

  Chapter 11

  It could have been two minutes or two hours later when she heard a man and child talking softly. She slowly opened her eyes to see Jake sitting with Callie, in his lap, across the room, reading a book. She awoke with a rush of emotion. She groaned as a spike of pain sliced through her midsection but still struggled against Grant to get to Callie.

  He held her against him, whispering softly in her ear, and his hand smoothed over her lower a
bdomen. “Baby, you’re hurt and naked remember? I’ll get you a shirt to put on and then Jake will bring her to you.”

  “Sara!” Callie called out when she heard Sara’s voice and struggled against her father’s arms.

  Jake shared a look and nod with Grant. Grant pulled the blanket up to cover Sara better but kept her against his chest. “Bring Callie here, Jake. They need to be together, and frankly, Callie better get used to seeing us in bed with her.”

  Jake put the child on the bed. Callie slipped through his hands. Neither caught her in time before she jumped on Sara, making her bite back a groan.

  “Dammit,” Jake growled under his breath. “Honey, Sara doesn’t feel good. Don’t jump on her like that.”

  Grant was soothing Sara and arranging Callie on Sara’s other side so she wasn’t on Sara. “Are you okay, baby?” he whispered to Sara.

  She nodded at Grant and hugged Callie to her chest and smiled. “I’m fine now.” She brushed the hair off Callie’s face and smiled reassuringly at her. “How are you doing, sweetie?”

  “I’m fine. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was scared when that woman came here. I know she’s my mommy but I don’t want her to be. She scares me.” She chattered on for a minute with the adults just watching her with expressions of concern and amusement. “I wanted to jump on her for hurting you.”

  Sara gasp. “No, no, sweetheart, you did the right thing, doing what I asked you to do.” She rubbed the girl’s back soothingly.

  “But you got hurt.” Callie’s eyes filled with tears.

  Nuzzling her hair. “I’m fine, honey. Really.”

  Callie gently touched her fat lip, and both men went to grab her hand but Sara held up a hand. “It’s okay.” Callie then touched the bruise on her forehead. She brought tears to Sara’s eyes when she leaned forward and kissed it. A tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it away, smiling. “You just kissed it all better, baby girl. Thank you.”