Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

Chapter 1

It was eight thirty and Rachael Harrison had just finished the evening shift at the Vet Practice where she worked. She reckoned that creativity and inspiration must have been running low on the day her cousin, Colin Farley, had decided to name his veterinary business. At least his business acumen was better because Colin had realized that it made common and commercial sense to open two evenings a week. The service was now easily accessible to those who worked during the day and it was busy as usual with a steady stream of clients.

Sandy the receptionist had already headed home, but Rachael stayed on a little longer to quickly finish some outstanding stock taking work. In truth, she tended to prefer to work with livestock rather than domestic pets, but found that she was enjoying meeting the locals and taking time to getting reacquainted with the folks of Ridge Water town and Meadow Ridge County. Many people seemed to know her fiancé’s family, the Rydens, the Sweet Water ranch, and of her impending wedding to Joshua.

Rachael had very recently returned from England, to the place of her birth and early childhood, in Meadow Ridge County, Texas. She had immediately met and fallen hard for the big dominant rancher and oilman Joshua Ryden. Rachael couldn’t think of him without a thrilling sensation coursing through her veins and, funnily enough, ending between her legs. Oh, yes, beyond any doubt she was passionately in lust and love. She knew to her very bones that they were right for each other. They were kindred spirits and physical mates.

Whirlwind romances had never been part of her normal relationship repertoire. In fact the behavior was so far off her chart that she had thoroughly expected the shocked reaction from her best friend Shannon O’Reilly, when Rachael had briefly spoken to her a few weeks ago to tell her the news. Shannon had sounded astounded, but it hadn’t been a good time for a long conversation. Since then they had talked several times on the phone. Shannon still seemed a little wary, but she was definitely happy to take some time off work to be her bridesmaid.

Tonight Rachael was meeting Joshua at her cabin for a late dinner, and she had offered to buy Chinese takeout on the way home. Even though they had spent almost every night together since their engagement she still felt excited at the thought of seeing him. He was a most inventive man, and she was a most satisfied woman.

She made sure that all the lights were switched off as she prepared to leave and lock up. The place looked a little spooky with the fading grey twilight retreating through the windows, casting long claw-like shadows in its wake. Just as she was opening the door to leave she felt as much as heard movement directly behind her. The door slammed shut and she was pushed against it. Instinctively she shoved backwards and elbow-jabbed her attacker in the ribs.
Ow!
It was like hitting oak. Suddenly she was trapped between the door and a rock hard body. Her arms had somehow been captured and held behind her back in a one handed viselike grip. The scream that she was about to let loose died in her throat as another hand clamped over her mouth. Panicking, she grunted and squirmed as she felt hot breath on her neck, but as she inhaled deeply through her nose, she inexplicably began to relax. Apparently her body was ahead of her brain as she breathed in the familiar male scent.

“Not gonna use your safe word are you, darlin’?”

Joshua,
she realized, with fear and anger rapidly morphing into relief and then desire. Damn and then bless the man because he sure knew what she wanted and it wasn’t altogether wholesome.

“No, damn you.”

“Didn’t think so.” He growled as he began to strip the shirt off her back and unclasped her bra.

Strong arms snaked around her and big, warm hands began to knead her breasts. She moaned and pressed her body back, writhing up against his groin and rubbing herself along the substantial erection that she could feel straining to be released from his jeans. She gasped when he pinched her nipples firmly between his thumbs and index fingers for a few seconds, causing a small shot of pain, and then rubbed away the hurt with the flat of his palms.

“Rachael, you are everything. I need you so much, darlin’.” He kissed her neck and sighed in her ear, “I couldn’t wait until you got home.”

“Joshua, take what you need, I’m yours.” She breathlessly spoke the truth. He was like oxygen to her enflamed desire. “God, I want you so much, I love it, love you.”

“I know.”

He grabbed her arm, swung her around, leaned down, and kissed her fiercely. As his tongue twined with hers he easily picked her up, and holding her tightly against his six foot seven inch frame he carried her through to the next room.

“Bend over.” His voice had lost all gentleness as he placed his big hand on her back and pushed her over the steel examination table.

God, only Joshua could do this to her, balancing fear with trust, and love with lust. Quickly divesting her of her jeans and panties he admired the view.

“Um, shall I take you here?” He reached around and stuck a finger in her mouth and twirled it with her tongue. “Or here?” He moved to plunge it into her slick pussy and half whispered, half groaned, “Always ready for me.” Then, with his finger sufficiently lubricated with her juices, he withdrew and eased it into her tightly puckered rear entrance, “Or here?”

Rachael whimpered as desire and need now raged, in response to his words, the slow caress of her back, and his other hand teasing back and forth as he fingered her tight back passage.

“I don’t know. Perhaps I should have a taste first and then decide. I’ve already kissed that sweet mouth, so where to next?”

In the dim light he leaned to the side and grabbed an antiseptic wipe from the box she kept next to the table. Slowly he dragged it from her pussy, all the way up the crack of her ass.

“You have a gorgeous ass, I’ll start there.”

“W...what?” He liked to keep her on her toes, but this was new. “You can’t mean...” She spluttered, but when he crouched down behind her and parted her butt cheeks she understood exactly what he meant. “Oh, God.” She groaned as he swiped his tongue over the delicate, receptive skin.

She began to pant with the sheer pleasure of the sensation as he played around the sensitive area with his oh so talented tongue. She felt vulnerable, exposed, and naughty. Moisture from her arousal now coated the top of her thighs and she couldn’t stop from clenching her core pelvic muscles. After a few heavenly minutes the rimming stopped.

“Now there’s not one part of you I haven’t kissed and licked,” he declared with a lust strained voice. “I love it, but there’s still some pussy to try.”

* * * *

He spread her legs wider and nudged his face between them. He could smell her excitement and it made his cock throb hard enough to hit a home run. For a moment he used his hot breath to tease her flesh and then he softly probed into her warm, wet opening, lapping up her liquid passion. He adored the taste of his woman, soon to be his wife, and he would love her for the rest of his life. When she wasn’t near he missed her like an addict missed his fix. He drank her in then traced his tongue to her swollen, gleaming clit. She hissed and shifted, pressing back into his face as he sucked on her little bud. Her hips began to rock and her moans grew louder.

She was mumbling now, saying that she was close, telling him that she wanted his big cock in her ass. Well, he wasn’t about to deny her. When he felt her body begin to tremble and jerk in climax he stood up quickly and shoved his jeans and Jockeys down his thighs. His imprisoned tool sprang free, straining in her direction like an eager solider ahead of the charge. He positioned the wide, bulbous head at the opening of her egg slick pussy and thrust forward to the hilt forcefully, holding onto her hips and feeling the power of her orgasm gripping and massaging his cock. She howled as he grunted, settling in to a deep penetrating action. In reply to his invasion her pussy continued to spasm.

Pulling free was misery. Her greedy cunt wanted to keep him locked to her, but she had said she wanted an ass fucking and that’s what he was going to give her. His cock was now well coated with her cream and with a finger he spread some of the natural lubricant on her twitching little rosette. He placed his angry, red cockhead at her back door and very slowly pressed forward. At first the tight iris of muscle resisted entry, but then relaxed, and he slipped through to feel her hot passage grip him tightly. It was exquisite and then miraculously became even better as Rachael tilted her ass and slowly pushed back against him until he was seated up to the hilt and his ten and a half inch cock was buried deep. She began to rotate her hips, massaging his large balls against her twat.

He groaned his pleasure and obscenities. “Submission...skewered on my dick...fucking amazing...never get enough...”

He pulled back nine inches then slowly forged forward again and again, establishing a steady rhythm. His hands moved from gripping her hips to between her legs where he began to press on her clit and fill her pussy with two thick fingers, moving in time with his thrusting. Her cunt began to flutter around his fingers. He could feel another orgasm building and became dimly aware that she was urging him on with her own crude words.

“Take me...fuck me deep...ass stretched full...so good...”

Her pussy clenched around his fingers and her stretched backside clamped down, squeezing tighter around his wide girth and taking him with her. He couldn’t stop now if his life depended on it.

“I’m coming,” she yelled as another climax racked her body.

His orgasm broke around him like huge waves crashing over a boat. He roared in ecstasy and triumph as he was swamped with the sensation. Three more thrusts and jet after jet of thick, warm cum pulsed down her dark passage.

The room seemed suddenly very quiet with only the sound of their harsh panting as they caught their breath. Joshua leaned over Rachael, covering her back, holding her close, and languidly stroking her hair.

“You’re really in for it later,” Rachael croaked.

What a woman.
He laughed and cuddled her even closer. “Is that a promise?”

Chapter 2

The little organic veggie patch was in a fearful state of neglect with weeds outnumbering vegetables two to one. As Shannon stood next to the old drystone boundary wall, she realized that some areas of her life had clearly slipped in the last six months—probably more like the last year if she were honest. In fact the little garden could be a metaphor for nearly all areas of her life unconnected with work.

At college Shannon had an active social life. Later when she’d started work she had managed to keep up on the social scene, even though she continued further with her education at the same time. However, since starting her own business and becoming an independent environmental consultant, her social life had dwindled to a small circle of friends and the occasional short-term boyfriend. Clearly she’d given the same attention to cultivating relationships as she’d given to her vegetables.

Shannon had gradually developed an expertise in mineral extraction, including land based oil and gas development. There was only a limited amount of quarry environmental impact and restoration work in Ireland, so she was traveling farther afield, for longer. Consequently it had become difficult to devote the time required for new friendships and for love to develop. Guys with a matching high sex drive didn’t want to wait around for her to get back. She found that out the hard way about six months ago when she had come home early from a trip and discovered Carl, her so-called boyfriend, shagging another woman on his sofa. At first she’d been tempted to just turn around quietly and leave in a dignified manner, but couldn’t resist at the last minute smacking his bare ass hard with a slipper she’d found on the floor. And yes, it had made her feel better. His red butt had matched his face and that of the shrieking beauty underneath him. In fact, now, later, she could actually look back and laugh. The incident had been a wake-up call though, and she’d never give anyone else the chance to do that to her again.

She had joked to her best friend, Rachael Harrison, that if only her vibrator could open a pickle jar she’d have no need to concern herself with a man. It was a lie that she’d almost convinced herself of. The fact was that Shannon liked men and liked the lover-friend relationship. She told herself that she didn’t need a “special someone” in her life at the moment, other than her tomcat, Baggie, who incidentally had gradually moved in with her neighbor. It appeared that even her feline friend had had enough of waiting for her.