Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (40 page)

Luke had groaned and mumbled about the tight grip and ripples. He’d moved in earnest as James backed away and stood up. Luke flexed his powerful hips and butted her up and down his thick shaft, setting off more devastating detonations. She’d wailed like a siren with each thrust and responding clench of her cunt. At some point he’d slipped his big hands under her ass to lever her farther up and down his cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” James had watched them with lust defining his expression. “I can’t let your jiggling tits go to waste.”

He’d passed her the lube and instructed her to grease his cock, while he stood in front of her and captured her mouth with his. He’d leant against her bouncing breasts and pushed them together. They’d only just managed to snugly capture his cock. Then he’d moved in time to Luke’s shunts, holding her breasts together with both big hands.

“I’m gonna to cover you with my cum,” he’d said with a feral gleam in his eye.

He’d flexed his hips faster and harder and she had arched forward, balancing herself with her hands on the arms of the chair. A few more thrusts and he’d shouted her name as he came. Streams of thick, white, warm fluid roped across her chest. It must have shoved Luke over the edge because he’d given one last hard jerk and, with a strangled cry, shouted her name. She’d rubbed James’s cum over her chest and sucked her own nipples clean. The look on his face had been a priceless mix of lust, satisfaction, and adoration. It had taken several minutes before they’d recovered enough from that one, to continue.

Shannon squeezed Luke’s hand and leaned forward for a light good morning kiss. She felt completely at ease, snuggled between their warm naked bodies.

“What time is it?” she whispered.

“Six thirty. You must have tired our boy out. He’s used to being up early on the ranch.” He jerked his head indicating to James.

“I’m awake, just enjoying lying here with our woman.” A deep relaxed voice piped up.

She rolled over. “Good morning,” she said as she gave him a quick kiss too and then rolled onto her back.

“It sure is, darlin’,” James said as he sat up. “Got a busy day today though. This morning we’ll get the clean-up started. Early evening we’ll nab Josh when he’s at Rachael’s. She said that he’ll be coming by her cabin at around seven to say goodnight, but won’t be staying as she’s rationing him before the wedding.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“That’ll be fun to watch. Listen, last night was great, really, really great, but I’m going to spend the next few evenings with Rachael because it’ll be the last chance I get to spend time with her before I leave.”

She caught the fleeting, stricken looks on both their faces.

“We understand, but we’re block booking you after the wedding. If you’d like to spend the morning with us and see some of the clean-up you’re most welcome. If you just want to relax at Flora’s Place I can take you there instead.” Luke leaned over and tweaked a nipple.

“I don’t want to get in your way, but I am interested in what you do,” she said, liking the idea of getting involved.

“Spend the morning with us and I’ll take you back after lunch.” James smiled and palmed a whole breast.

“Okay, but I need coffee first.”

* * * *

James enjoyed having Shannon around. She asked pertinent questions and he didn’t feel the need to constantly check on her or be chief entertainment manager. She chatted with the other guys and had some interesting observations and words of advice about dealing with what she called a “riparian habitat”—riverside stuff to him. They had a light lunch in the office and she even seemed to hit it off with Sara, their middle-aged secretary and administrator, who was often darn rude to any of the ladies who had pitched up in the past. Admittedly, they had nearly always been uninvited.

Shannon went out on site with them when they dropped off the clean-up equipment and the men, then Luke stayed while he took her back to Flora’s Place in the afternoon. He was sorely tempted to stay a little longer and ravish their woman…again. Man, she was making him hornier than a two peckered billy goat. Last night he’d come five times. She was incredible.

“I’ve gotta get back, there’s a lot to do before we can finish work for the day. Luke will have my ass if I stay to play.”

She laughed. “He said the same thing yesterday. Go on, bugger off, I’m looking forward to seeing you get Josh later.” With a kiss and a wave they said goodbye.

Luke and James were a little tired and stressed by the end of their working day but they were now in for some much deserved fun. When Joshua took off to see Rachael, James rang around and within half an hour he had a truck full of men ready to have a bachelor party. They were all dressed up smartly for a night on the town. What most of them didn’t know was that town was Houston, not Ridge Water, that way Josh couldn’t escape easily. They were taking the company jet. Josh could get cleaned up on the way and it wouldn’t cause the same fuss as trying to manhandle a six foot seven, angry rancher onto a scheduled flight. This way was definitely better.

When they were close, he rang Shannon to warn her. He pulled up near the house and the guys in the truck all started to holler and shout. One of Rachael’s brothers and a big rancher named Davie took up position on one side of the door and Luke and Mitch waited on the other side. James stood in front.

“What in the blazes is going on?” Josh shouted as he stomped out of the cabin.

He only had about two seconds to register James standing there before he was set upon by four large men, with handcuffs courtesy of Mitch and the sheriff’s department. Davie proved his roping skills and in less than a minute his brother was going nowhere under his own steam.

“Evenin’, Rach, Shannon,” he said, lifting his hat as if he was out for a Sunday stroll. “We’ll have him back to Sweet Water later tomorrow, don’t you fret none.”

Rachael laughed. “You’d better take of that man; he’s the only one I’ve got, the only one I want.”

James winked at the girls then, with big grins all ’round and more hoots and hollers from the guys in the truck, they hauled Joshua off. If his brother’s curses could kick, he’d have a sore ass.

Chapter 22

“Ow! Oh, my God! I can’t believe I’m paying for this!” Shannon yelped.

Technically she wasn’t, Joshua was, but still, it was like being in Helga’s House of Pain, not a beauty spa. She thanked every deity she could think of that she had taken ibuprofen half an hour before the waxing began. She would never bitch about her Bic again and would laugh in the face of razor rash.

“Nearly finished, hon,” said a little voice from between her legs.

Shannon whimpered. “Just do it quickly before my legs take over and I’m out of here.”

She gripped the sides of the table. The bikini area had been bad enough but she was now finding out that at the Lemon Tree spa a Brazilian meant
all
hair on her undercarriage, including a few stray ones that she never knew she had in the crack of her ass. The overhead lighting took on a more sinister, torture and interrogation look—she squeezed her eyes closed and held her breath.
Rip.

“Ahhh, Holy Mary Mother of God!”

“There, all done. That wasn’t so bad was it?” said the sweet voice that surely must belie a cruel, sociopathic mind.

Shannon opened and narrowed her eyes at the bubbly little blonde and decided that you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover. Who would have guessed that sweet looking Sally was a sadist? She felt her eyes cross and glaze in relief.

“Now, we’ll just put some soothing lotion on.”

Oh God, could it get any more embarrassing?

“We are now offering a complimentary anal bleach with every Brazilian, would you like one?”

Yes, apparently it could.

“You do that?”

“Sure,” Sally shrugged as if she did it every day. Heck, she probably did.

She certainly didn’t want to set the bar too high. Start as you mean to go out with room for improvement was her motto.

“No, I think that’s quite enough thanks.” Shannon affected a pleasant voice as if discussing the weather.

“Okay dokey, we’re done. Your men are gonna love it.”

Her
men
? Was nothing private in this place?

“Can you call Rachael in on your way to your head massage?”

Shannon wrapped her towel tight around her and shuffled out. Rachael was just arriving. “Oh, that head massage is wonderful. You’ll love it. I feel so relaxed. “

Not for long, ba ha ha ha har.
“Sally is ready for you.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Mmm, a little. Let’s put it this way. I’ll be taking alcohol with the painkillers next time.”
If there ever is a next time
. “Oh, and do you think my asshole would look good in pink?”

“What?”

“Never mind, you’ll find out. Cheerio, see you in the massage room.”

* * * *

When Joshua opened his eyes, he wished he hadn’t, because half the Sahara was in them and the light streaming through the shutters stung like hot needles. He groaned and his throat protested. Water, he needed water. He rolled over and found a glass and a jug of what seemed to be the sweetest tasting liquid to ever pass his parched lips. He sat up and his brain felt detached from his skull. A thousand little demons, high on ecstasy, danced a dervish in his head.

He blearily looked around and was relieved to find that he was home, in his own bed. He couldn’t say how he got there, but he was in his boxers and no limbs were missing, that had to be good. The pressure in his bladder told him he needed to head to the bathroom. He stretched, yawned, and dragged himself out of bed. As he remembered some of the events of last night he chuckled. Fishing out his cock he siphoned the python. As he was tucking it away he realized he felt tender in the groin area. Almost in slow motion and with a growing sense of unease, he pushed his boxers down. His brother was a dead man. He looked in horror at his partially shaved pubic hair and tried to read the words tattooed in red and black ink on his skin.
Rachael’s
, it said.

“James!” he yelled.

The house was quiet, too quiet. Like a bear with a sore head he lurched out of his wing of the house and over to his brother’s rooms. He didn’t bother knocking; he just burst in, through the outer room and straight into the bedroom. James was spread eagled butt naked, fast asleep on his bed. Joshua stopped in his tracks, took a good long look and started to laugh quietly. His brother sported a similar hair cut and tattoo, only his said
Shannon’s
. He sure hoped that James was serious about the girl. He backed away, thanking his lucky stars that at least he was marrying Rachael on Saturday and wouldn’t have that much explaining to do.

* * * *

James was awakened by his mobile ringing. He groaned and cracked his eyes open to find the pesky thing.

“Huh?” he said.

“James, have you got one?” Luke sounded panicked.

“What? One what?” he asked, confused and hung over.

“A tattoo.”

“Not since I last looked.”

“Look again, at your groin”

“Holy crap.” Vague swampy memories came back to him; a tattoo parlor, Betty the tattoo artist, him, Luke and Josh, the others… hell, he was in for it. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.” He croaked.

“Are you crazy? How long does it take pubic hair to grow back? We can’t let Shannon see this, not yet. She’ll think we’re weird.”

James felt like he’d slipped off the far side of weird a while ago.