Disorder in the House [How the West Was Done 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

Their activity that had followed, though, Liberty embraced with her entire heart. For many nights she had dreamed that Levi Colter—now she knew his name! And he seemed to be attracted to her!—would do just that. Toss her down upon a table and ravish her with his sly, talented mouth. And she’d been right. He had the body of a man accustomed to working with his hands in the frontier, not one of those cushiony “captains of industry” with stomachs the consistency of a soufflé.

When his athletic body had crushed her to the table, she had run her hands down his back to fondle his rear. She knew it was sluttish to spread her thighs like that, but really, being in the Far West had a way of making one feel that time was of the essence. Things were so fleeting and temporary here. People came and went. It was only a matter of time before either Levi or Garrett—or both together, from the sound of it—would be gone. So she had spread her thighs and wrapped them around his sinewy hips so she could massage the wonderfully muscular globes of his ass.

Her pussy was so soaked and clenching she could hear the clammy squishing when he rubbed his long, fat erection against her. His clothed prick had found the slit in her drawers, and she nearly thought she’d reach that mythical hysterical paroxysm just from the friction. She could tell that he held back out of gentlemanly decorum. He refrained from unsheathing his penis and penetrating her, probably out of fear of being discovered by Garrett.

But she would have welcomed that. God, she would have welcomed being penetrated by that man. She knew Levi Colter was her destiny. She was fully, irrevocably in love with him. Liberty was no virgin and had coupled with much lesser men she wasn’t in love with. It was fun to flirt, to tease the poor man to the point of spending in his pants. It made her feel feminine and powerful and had released an absolute gusher of her pussy juices, to feel his fat cock quiver and jump in the throes of orgasm as it smashed against her pussy lips. But if he would be gone tomorrow—then carpe diem!

Liberty put her hand soothingly on Garrett’s arm. “It’s all right, Garrett. I believe that you truly are channeling this Irish fellow Paddy. Carpe diem, see? ‘Pluck the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.’”

Garrett stuck out his lower lip. “If that board says not to trust the future, how are we supposed to believe what it tells us? If we can even figure out how to use it.”

Levi said cheerfully, “I believe it’s fairly self-evident.” He placed the planchette on the board. “This stick must be a pointer that would spell out the letters of the words.”

“Yes,” said Garrett. “But how do we operate it? With our
minds
?” Throwing up his hands, he wandered to the other side of Simon’s study. “This is absurd. I’ll stick to doing it the way I have been. Alone.”

“Yes,” Liberty agreed. “But it would be so much more fun if we could find a way for all of us to participate.”

Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed that Levi leveled her with a warm, knowing glance then. His fingers were on the edge of the basket. “See this rim? I wonder what would happen if we all put our fingertips along the rim. There have been many stories of spirits being able to affect physical objects, during séances, for example. Floating trumpets playing. Objects being flung across the room.” He shrugged. “It would make sense if the spirit—Paddy—was able to guide our hands to spell out the correct words.”

“Have you been able to figure out who Paddy is?” Liberty asked. “Or was, I should say.”

Garrett answered from the other side of the room, where he stood perusing some papers on another desk. “He’s obviously some Irish fellow, and he knows this area. He has a definite perverse interest in the circus. He’s constantly making circus references or going on and on about somersaults, leaps, pigeons, and—Ho, now, what’s this?” His fingers stilled on a paper he’d discovered.

Liberty went over to the desk and stood so close to Garrett she could feel the heat from his arm against hers.

He said, “Your father has an interesting collection of Eastern lithographs.”

“Well, no, this desk is mostly used by Captain Park, a friend of my sister’s. He’s been translating some Arabic texts—oh,
my.
”

Garrett had been interested in a colorful though childish lithograph of a Persian man and woman reposing on an outdoor patio. There was a fountain, some fruit trees, and an awning shaded the couple. The woman, dressed to the nines in many necklaces, an armband, and hair ornaments, kneeled on a rug. The man, however, was mostly naked aside from a head cloth and was penetrating her from behind with a very erect—and bald—member.

When Levi came to stand next to her, being enfolded like that between the two men’s bodies nearly overwhelmed Liberty. She didn’t know if they had mentioned to each other that they had both, separately, kissed her. But it was incredibly arousing and bawdy to stand between the two men she desired the most, looking at a depiction of intercourse.

When Levi spoke, she could feel his breath against her neck. “That fellow is really in an impossible position.”

“It could work,” Garrett protested, his eyes already on another page, one of Captain Park’s manuscript translations.

To join in with their boldness, Liberty noted, “The woman seems bald, too, as though she was shaved. I wonder if that’s a custom back—back wherever this is taking place.”

“India.” Levi had to stand even closer to her to pick up a title page. He had evidently bathed since their encounter at the schoolhouse, as he again smelled of hay and musk. Her nipples stiffened almost painfully against her chemise to be between two such heated male bodies. “
The Pleasure of Woman.
”

“Now I see,” said Liberty, “why my sister is so infatuated with Captain Park.”

“My, my,” said Garrett. “He has been up to the devil’s work. Look at this, Levi. I shouldn’t read it aloud in front of a woman.”

“Oh, give me that!” Liberty snapped, whisking it from Garrett’s fingers. Where did these men think she was from—Hyde Park, New York? She was a modern, forward-thinking woman, a woman who had attended a convention dedicated to the advancement of women in jobs, voting, and family limitation. She would show these jokers she wasn’t embarrassed. So she read Captain Park’s handwriting aloud. “‘Harichand went to each girl and pressed her breasts and put his hand between her legs and rubbed it a little to see if she was clean, properly shaved, and washed.’” She sighed deeply and looked at a far wall, as though contemplating the intellectual profundity of the text. But really, it was just quite stimulating to be reading bawdy text when flanked by two such lusty men.

Garrett’s breath feathered her neck, and his hand lightly hovered over the small of her back. “That answers your question about the shaving.”

When Liberty turned her head, their noses almost touched. “Would you like that?” she dared to ask. “I mean, if a woman were shaved?”

As expected, there was a stillness in the room then, as though both men were shocked. But Levi quickly answered softly, “It would be different, yes.”

Perhaps trying to change the subject, Garrett pointed to another page. “Look. Here’s a whole instruction manual.” Of course, at that, the other two turned their eyes to the page. “It seems as though some teacher is telling this fellow he needs to take an entire month just to…” He read, “‘The man should gently graze the left foot of the woman with such care and devotion that the woman would climax without him even touching her most intimate parts.’” He looked at his companions. “Is such a thing possible?”

“I doubt it,” said Liberty, leaning closer to Garrett to read the manuscript. Her bosom skimmed his arm, and she wondered if he could feel the nub of her nipple extending with desire. “How is that possible? Just from touching her foot?”

“Well,” said Levi, low and quiet. “You tell us. Is it possible?”

“I doubt it,” Liberty said, trying to be flippant. How would she know? She had never climaxed. But she didn’t want to appear uneducated in front of two men—men were
always
more educated in matters of sex—so she distracted them by reading, “‘On the fourth of the month, he should concentrate on her neck. He should rub the base of her neck and kiss her profusely without letting her touch him until she is certain to reach ecstasy.’”

She was shocked to the core to feel Levi’s fingers on her neck. She had piled her long curls up into a mounded bun, and her neck was bare. “Like this?” he said quietly.

“Ah,”
she gasped, without meaning to.

His thumb circled her vertebrae lightly, and yes, indeed, her pussy lips expanded, filling with blood and longing. But that was probably because she was standing between two such alluring men.

Levi said, “Does that mean ‘yes’?”

Her eyelids fluttered, and she wobbled a bit on her feet. Luckily she leaned against Garrett’s strong arm, and Levi’s thigh against hers propped her up. “Yes,” she whispered.

“And kiss her profusely,” Levi murmured. With his other hand he tilted her chin toward him. Her eyelids drooped so with lust she could barely make out his glittering, dazzling eyes before he kissed her.

It was a chaste kiss. His wet lips parted, but he didn’t even attempt to sneak his tongue into her mouth. When Liberty eagerly tried to nibble at his luscious lower lip, he pulled back a fraction of an inch and murmured, “Garrett, read the next part.” Liberty tried to grasp Levi’s shirtfront and pull him even closer, but he uncurled her fingers and held them at her side.

Garrett’s voice also came so close to her she felt his breath on her neck. “‘He should massage her right armpit with his nails until she completes the pinnacle of desire.’”

Levi was now kissing the underside of her jaw, again chastely without licking her. “Do it, Garrett,” he said so quietly Liberty was certain Garrett couldn’t hear.

But he evidently had, as Garrett’s long, hot fingers snaked up her rib cage. She assisted him by lifting an arm. Levi allowed her to drape it over his shoulder as Garrett’s fingertips sought the sensitive skin of her underarm. She was wearing one of her light and airy “artistic” white gowns that were supposed to free women from the bondage of undergarments, and Garrett’s nails so close to her tingling nipple were making her inhalations come in ragged pants.

She tried to protest. “I doubt very much this would make anyone—
Ah!
”

Levi pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat while gently massaging the vertebrae of her neck. Her head lolled back, and she rolled it back and forth, the better to feel his knuckles rotating there. It felt as though his fingers released a flow of acid down her spine, painful and sensual at the same time.

Unfairly, Garrett pressed his erection to her rear, cushioned in her petticoat and gauzy skirt. That wasn’t in the book as far as Liberty knew, and she couldn’t tell if Levi noticed. But it was certainly effective. Her knees weakened, the pulpy petals of her sex expanded, and a drip of juice ran down her inner thigh. She was being enveloped in a warm, comforting cocoon, mashed between two such utterly desirable men.

Levi’s musky hay scent mingled with Garrett’s fresh animal sweat. Garrett’s long donkey’s penis prodded at the mound of her ass as she allowed her head to loll loosely against his rigid chest. Levi slipped his free hand around the small of her back as he hunched into her, now pressing his hips to hers as he kissed her jaw. She was smashed between two enormous erections now, the column of Levi’s cock slowly, tantalizingly rubbing against her pubic mound. Meanwhile, Garrett’s fingernails scraped forward bit by bit until he caressed the outer rise of her breast, and his breathing came faster.

Liberty felt the familiar surges of blood into her pelvis. She often felt this when playing with her toy. It always felt as though something was building up, flooding her pelvis with a torrent of lust. It was probably the crescendo of this deluge that would signal the feared paroxysm—the climax that would either kill or transform one.

In her ear, Garrett recited, “‘The vulva possesses an intrinsic heat, shut in a solid heart and pent-up breast. Its fire communicates itself to him that enters it. It equals in intensity the fire of love.’”

Lifting a foot to jam it into Levi’s boot top, Liberty was able to get a better angle on his cock’s rubbing against her clitoris. She eagerly pumped her hips in tiny, jerky motions, the better to frantically rub against his hard pole.

But Levi removed his mouth from her jaw, whispering, “That part isn’t in the book…yet.”

“No, Levi!” Liberty was shocked to hear herself wail to the ceiling. “Don’t stop! Garrett! What does it say next?”

But she would not get to hear what happened next—not tonight, anyway.

The front door of Vancouver House slammed shut then, bringing with it a breeze that rattled the papers on the desk.

“Liberty! I’m home!”

The trio froze when that lunkhead Zeke stormed into the house.

Liberty was the first to recover, clutching her bodice to her and squirming out from between the two men. Breathing heavily, they rearranged their faces and their crotches, their backs to the study door where Zeke would soon be barging in.

“That damned muttonhead,” Garrett groused from between clenched teeth, cinching his cock up underneath his gun belt. “Seems he’s always got the absolute worst timing.”