Kenney, Laina - Overexposed [DIG Security 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

She felt Locke’s penis twitch, and he cursed, but he didn’t move otherwise. She tried the movement again, and he answered with a tiny circular motion of his rigid organ. The minute caress sent a flash of heat straight through her.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed, and Locke’s tense face relaxed into a smile.

Locke repeated his action over and over in a subtle, tireless pattern until sweat shone on his muscular body.

Sam came closer again, presenting his cock to her mouth. Avelyn enveloped him. She kept her jaw wide and worked Sam up and down his length with slow strokes in time to the maddening rhythm Locke set. On each upward motion she swirled her tongue over the firm knob until Sam was groaning in tempo.

“Her mouth is so—Ah—Locke, damn, she’s getting to me. I can’t last,” Sam said. His voice was hoarse, and his bare chest gleamed with exertion.

Avelyn increased her speed, sucking loudly, bobbing her head and adding a swivel at the top with her hand on his stiff pole.

Locke pushed his thumb up on her swollen bud and pulled back the little hood. He nudged her in a gentle penetration, and his pubic bone slapped her slippery clit. The cushion of hair at his groin rasped the tender bud, wringing a desperate cry from her.

When he sped up his pace, Avelyn gasped. Electricity shot through her in rolling waves and tingled in her nerve endings with every deep plunge. She let out a vibrant moan around her mouthful of cock.

His face dark with lust, Locke improved the strength of his lunges until the table legs creaked with each powerful drive. The rhythmic sound was a vivid emphasis of their inspiring pace.

Sam grunted and spewed shots of cum into her mouth. She tried to swallow him down, pumping faster with her hand to stay with him, but some of it leaked out and ran down her cheek.

The salty taste of semen in her mouth made her whole body tighten, and Locke responded. With a deep twisting motion of his body, Locke brought her to a forceful release. Her body convulsed in rapture and rose to meet his every movement. Roaring out his pleasure, he jetted into her in hot, dramatic surges and sent her over the edge into a blind oblivion.

Chapter 8

Avelyn woke the following morning to warm sunlight on her skin and a pair of large hands rubbing gentle circles on her back. She stretched and then moaned. Her thigh muscles protested, though not as much as she might have expected after a night like last night. There was a twinge of acknowledgement in her pussy, but she felt wonderful.

“Take it easy, honey girl. We kept you up half the night. You’ve earned a slow day.”

Sam. She could hear the smile in his voice and feel the affection in his hands.

“I thought I kept you up,” she returned without opening her eyes.

The mischievous comment caused Sam to give her backside a little swat. She wriggled her bottom at him, but he didn’t smack it again. Too bad.

“You sure did keep us up, honey girl,” he said. His voice was warm and slow, like his hands as he continued his tender rub down.

Avelyn relaxed into her pillow with a sigh. She felt so good under Sam’s expert touch. She was content to be still and enjoy.

“How are you feeling this fine morning?” he asked after a while.

“Mmm.” It was a lazy answer.

“Well, that good, huh?” Sam laughed. The mattress shifted on one side, and he kissed her bare shoulder. Lingered a moment.

He sat back and continued the leisurely massage until Avelyn felt she might just fall asleep again and dream of him forever.

His caresses became deeper, slower. Gradually, the feelings inspired by those talented hands changed from relaxation into the gentle rise of arousal. Avelyn twisted her body to follow his hands, to increase the power of each action until she was moaning with each stroke.

Sam seemed to be concentrating on the area of her buttocks, massaging and squeezing. It was more stimulating than she would have thought.

Avelyn could feel the slick fluids sliding out of her hot pussy, and she wriggled, trying the entice him. As if in answer, his touch moved lower, skimming her lower lips. He dragged her cream up and back to smooth it between her ass cheeks and over her tight pucker. He rubbed a little right there before moving away from that sweet spot to rub her legs again. She bucked once in irritation.

Sam murmured in a low voice, and something cold slipped down her crack. Her buttocks clenched, and she panted.

His hands pressed her ass cheeks open, and he teased her puckered entrance with one finger. No one had ever touched her there. She had never experienced such extreme sensations. It was so alien she wasn’t sure if she loved it or hated it. All she knew was that she wanted more.

When that finger pressed in and then slid out, she whimpered at the unfamiliar feeling. It was a dark pleasure, forbidden and mesmerizing. He repeated the motion over and over until she was squirming helplessly against the sheets. He was driving her crazy with this foreign hunger.

Sam whispered to her, but her heart was pounding in her ears, and she couldn’t hear him.

A second finger joined the first, spreading more thick moisture. He pumped his fingers in and out of her tender hole in a scorching stimulation of the sensitive nerve endings.

She raised her butt in the air, begging with her body because she just didn’t have the words to ask for this.

He moved behind her, and something large and hot came up against her tender opening. He pushed slowly but with some strength, and her body resisted him.

“Oh,” she moaned, writhing. “Sam.”

“Push out, Avelyn.” Sam groaned. “Push against me. Honey, push.”

Avelyn pushed back, and the big head of his cock popped inside the little ring of muscle. Her muscles seized and clenched on him, and she wailed until the spasm loosened up. She could feel her pussy dripping juices down her thigh.

Sam’s harsh breathing echoed in her ear. He pushed in a little further and halted with a reverent oath as her muscles squeezed him again.

He pulled out a little and then sank in with the whole weight of his body behind him. He hilted with his balls pressed against her pussy lips. She could feel his strong thighs against the backs of her trembling legs. His long shaft was hard as steel inside her, and Avelyn panted through the blaze of her stretched tissues.

Slowly, he began to move. When he thrust inside, the fiery friction burned, but when he slid out, her nerves bloomed with a baffling delight. Each slick drive increased the wicked excitement, and when Sam slid a hand between her legs to press her swollen clit, she came with a frenzied squeal.

Her muscles clamped down around his cock. He yelled and blasted inside her with heated bursts of semen that seemed to go on and on. It only drove her shuddering body higher until finally they fell to the bed with Sam sprawled half over her.

After a time, her convulsing body relaxed, and Sam was able to pull out. He wiped them off with the massage towel then drew the blanket over them.

Avelyn cuddled close in his warm arms and tried not to think of how barren her life would seem when her time in Texas was over and she had to go back to London alone.

Chapter 9

Sam heard light footsteps approaching, but he didn’t turn from the stove. He knew who was behind him. He had heard Avelyn stirring a few minutes before when he went to check on her.

Sam had listened at the door. He had no intention of waking her if she still slept. The past two nights had been incredible, and the woman gave as good as she got, but she needed her rest.

Locke was out at the barn with Zane, cleaning his gun and talking security just as he had yesterday morning. Zane and Locke were of the same mind when it came to safety matters. They wanted to be out hunting the bastard who was chasing Avelyn, but they wanted her out of harm’s way, and they didn’t trust anyone else with her protection.

The last two nights when Avelyn slept, Locke and Zane had slipped off into the night to set some rudimentary traps. They really didn’t take kindly to the idea of some foreigner coming onto the old homestead to abuse a young woman in their care.

He could almost feel sorry for the bastard, but Sam had been the one tending the bruises on Avelyn’s face and the cut on her soft throat. His hands clenched into fists. If that Irishman suffered a little before he was taken off to jail, Sam wouldn’t mind one bit.

Sam smiled grimly. And if the man disappeared while he was in Texas, well, he was a foreigner and just didn’t know the land.

He flipped the omelet once more and slid it onto a warmed plate. The toast popped up, and he grabbed it just as two slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

Avelyn pressed her face against his back, nuzzling against his soft, worn T-shirt. Sam was careful in his movements as he buttered the toast, not wanting to bump her. After a day of pampering and regular meals, she was looking better, but she still had bruises.

When the toast was safely on the plate, he turned a little in her arms and kissed the top of her head. Her hair was tangled, but she smelled delicious, like warm woman and distilled sex. His cock lengthened behind his zipper.

“I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed. But you’ll have to eat it quick, or we’ll be calling it lunch.”

Avelyn looked up at him with the cutest little frown.

“It’s almost noon,” Sam clarified.

“I slept until noon?”

She sounded so shocked that he grinned at her.

“Yup. And you slept most of yesterday. Did you a world of good, from what I can see.”

Sam ushered her to a chair and pulled it out for her to sit.

The table wobbled when he set her plate down with a glass of orange juice, and he made a mental note to take a look at it later. After the unaccustomed use it was put to a couple of nights before, it would make sense if the old thing was a bit unsteady.

He looked at Avelyn. She was moving well now, no winces, no obvious pain. Good.

A beam of sunlight shone in through the side window and made a path straight to Avelyn. Its golden glow lit her fiery hair and made her fair skin gleam like a perfect pearl.

Sam’s heart thumped in his chest, and he swallowed hard against the sudden prickle behind his eyes.

Damn that was a beautiful sight. And he wanted her right there in their kitchen for the next fifty years. She seemed happy enough right now, but she was young. She was educated, she lived in a very cosmopolitan city, and she had her entire life ahead of her. How the hell were they going to convince her to stay in Texas permanently?

She wouldn’t need their protection forever. When the danger had passed, she would go back to her life in London, and they would be in Texas without her.

He was starting to feel desperate, like time was racing toward her departure from his life, from their lives. Perhaps she would be willing to continue her theatre studies at the University of Dallas. Sam had a couple of friends who had studied there, talented actors and one producer who had only good things to say about the drama program.

Or maybe Locke would have an idea on how to convince Avelyn to stay.

Sam grunted. No, Locke would just suggest they keep her in bed for the next few years until she didn’t want to leave. His dick liked that idea too, but Sam wanted her heart as well as her sweet, lithe body.

Sam could acknowledge to himself that his feelings were engaged already, and he knew Locke’s were as well. The chemistry the three of them shared was intense, but great chemistry by itself wouldn’t be enough to last if there wasn’t some emotion involved.

Zane and Locke came in through the back door just as Avelyn rose from the table.

“Thanks for breakfast, Sam. Time for a shower,” she said and disappeared up the stairs.

Zane watched her go with a frown. He reached over and snagged the uneaten toast off her plate.

“She’s young, midtwenties at most. You boys know what you’re doing here?” Zane asked. He took a bite of toast.

Sam understood where the question came from even as he stiffened. Years before, Zane had built a beautiful new home up on the rise for his young bride, only to discover that she didn’t want to be tied down to one man so early in life. Now Zane lived in the big Spanish-style house alone.

Sam was about to respond, but Locke beat him to it.