Intimate Illusions [The Callens 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

He leaned over and trailed kisses along her back. The triple sensations stirred something deep inside her. Here was a man who really wanted to make love to her.

A second finger slid next to the first one, adding a new dimension to the whole experience. He hit nerve endings that shot off little sparks. At first she didn’t know what to make of it, but when he slipped a finger into her pussy at the same time, the combination drove her wild.

“Yes.”

She shifted her ass back toward him. He responded by opening and closing his fingers, which caused more subtle awakenings. Soon he was plunging three fingers into her pussy and two into her rear. The constant rhythm evoked a chaotic sensuality that invaded her whole body.

He increased the speed, and her breaths matched. His hands clasped her rear. “I want you so much.”

He peeled off the finger cots and slipped his hands over her breasts. When he pressed her nipples between his fingertips, streaks of pleasure scorched her body. She inhaled, loving how he knew when to press hard and when to stroke her body.

His cock nudged her entrance. Excitement flooded her as she widened her legs to accommodate him. He clasped her waist as he pressed his cock into her. His sheer size stretched her walls. She must have moaned or groaned, for he immediately stopped. One hand reached up again to play with her tits while the other rubbed her back as if he wanted her to relax. Needing more of him, she pressed her hips backward and was rewarded with another glorious inch of his cock.

She squeezed down on him.

“Jesus, Devonne. Be careful there.” His voice cracked, and she smiled.

He, too, seemed to be on edge. Having both partners enjoy the moment was the ideal.

He began again, traveling down her pussy at an easy pace. She wasn’t sure why he was being so cautious. She was lubed to the max with all her juices. Once more he leaned over her back and kissed her neck.

“You smell good.”

His tongue traced a line along her ear, sending shivers of delight along her spine. His cock advanced and retreated, but each time he’d delve deeper until his balls slapped her ass. Once he was fully seated, she wiggled her rear.

“Fuck me.”

He chuckled. “You like it hard, darlin’?”

“Very.”

She knew Max wouldn’t do anything to cause any harm, but her dirty talk seemed to light his fire. He grabbed her hips and drove in. The increase in pressure sparked new needs. It was when his hand found her clit that all hell broke loose. His thick cock driving down her wet channel and the added pressure of her tiny nub being pressed and flicked made her body explode. Rioting pleasure swept her as the heat built inside her.

Wanting to participate more fully, she pounded her ass back and forth. Whorls of erotic bliss took over her body. His free hand went to work on both nipples. He’d rub one, race over to the other and twist it, then return to the first. Her swollen tips ached for his touch.

Their movements turned frantic, and her climax built to a feverish pitch.

Footsteps sounded behind them. “Well, well.”

Ian had come in. From the cheer in his voice, he wasn’t pissed, but his timing couldn’t have been worse.

“Damn it, Ian.” Max grunted the words.

Thank God Max didn’t stop. He shifted his weight forward, and her clit got more action. The added friction made her body sizzle.

Ian climbed on the bed and knelt in front of her. An electric bolt sizzled over her body the second Ian dragged his hands down her back. Having four hands on her altered her DNA. She wanted more.

Max instinctively seemed to know how to handle adding Ian to the mix, as he relinquished his hold on her tits and slid his hands to her hips. His fingers pressed into her skin.

“You better hurry, Ian,” Max said.

In a flash, Ian had his buckle undone and his pants unzipped. His cock popped out the moment he lowered his jeans. The sheer size of him stole her breath, but the need to touch him overwhelmed her.

“Move closer.” She had to taste him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.”

He edged close just as Max thrust harder. She lowered her head and took Ian into her mouth. Ian threaded his hands under her body and pressed hard on her nipples. The erotic pain morphed into molten pleasure. The sensations were blasting her from every angle. Max was now squeezing her ass as he fucked her while Ian was wreaking havoc on her tits. Not only was her pussy in heaven, but Ian’s cock tasted divine.

Max’s finger circled her puckered hole again, but she wasn’t sure if she couldn’t keep her climax at bay any longer. The touches and kisses and plunges unwound every shred of self-control she had.

When his finger worked its way back into her hole, he must have hit a slew of new nerve endings. Wicked flames licked their way up her body, and every inch of skin caught on fire as she reached the peak. So intense was the buildup that she dragged her teeth up Ian’s length. He grabbed her head and held still.

Max increased his speed, sending her over the precipice of eternal joy. Her climax burst upon her, and she tightened her hold on Max’s cock. Ian groaned and spewed his juices into her mouth. She lifted her head to swallow. Just as she returned to lick Ian clean, Max’s balls slapped against her ass. Warm cum filled the condom, and his aftershock kept stretching her.

Never had she experienced anything like that in her life, but she sure as hell wanted a repeat performance.

“Jesus, that beat winning that race any day.”

She almost laughed at Ian’s analogy, though she had to admit the sex had reached epic proportions.

Max leaned over and kissed her neck. “You are one special lady.”

The wonder in the room amazed her. She’d been alone for so long in her life that having these two comforting men nearby almost broke her to tears.

Don’t weaken
.

Ian was the first to move. “Let me clean you up.”

He ducked into Max’s bathroom, returned with a wet towel, and wiped her down. She lay on her back, unable to move a muscle. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk the runway tomorrow.”

The men laughed, and she knew all would be well.

* * * *

The final day of the show couldn’t have been any nicer. Blue skies, temperature in the seventies, and fabulous outfits to model. Her pussy might be sore, but her heart sang. The only downer was that she’d be leaving Intrigue sooner than she wanted. If she didn’t get back to her store, there was no guarantee there would any clothes left. She had insurance for some theft, but since only three boxes were taken the last time, the deductible would eat into that amount.

She relaxed as her dresser fixed up her hair. The girl who did her makeup had done a fine job.

“You’re all set. Kill them out there.”

“I’ll try.”

She trekked to the back of the tent where there was an array of goodies. Since coming here, between the sex and the tension, she’d lost weight. While models were supposed to be thin, she bordered on being too thin in her opinion. The croissants looked divine, and she scarfed down two of them.

Red sauntered up. “How are your cute cowboys?”

Her friend often acted like the typical model, but there was a sharpness in her eye that Devonne appreciated. “They’re doing just fine and dandy.”

“Won’t it be hard to leave them?”

“I’m hoping to come back for a visit.”

Red smiled. “If they have any cute cousins who are interested in some fun, let me know.”

“I will.”

Helen strode up the steps into the tent. “Fifteen minutes, ladies.”

“Showtime,” Devonne said.

She rushed over to her station and got into her first outfit. She had five outfits today, which was one more than yesterday, because she was closing the show with the wedding gown. It was a gorgeous silk design with white pearls embroidered in the top half. What she wouldn’t give to have something this grand for her wedding.

Right. Who am I kidding?

Max and Ian liked her, but Ian wasn’t the type to settle down for years to come.

The piano playing began, and she stilled at the haunting melody. The tune changed, which was her cue to walk on. Helen, the one running the show commentated on the designer and cost of the outfit. Devonne held her head high, keeping her gaze above the crowd. She didn’t need the distraction of seeing either Max or Ian, both of whom she knew would be watching.

She turned at the end of the runway and pranced back to the applause. Her dresser helped her out of the dress and into the next outfit, which was casual wear. The music kept changing, and different colored lights flashed. She’d been told there’d be a small fireworks display while she modeled the wedding dress. Never had she been to a small affair that was so extravagant.

After her fourth turn on stage, she stepped into the wedding dress. Somehow tears formed, but she delicately brushed them away.

“You look beautiful in this, Devonne.”

Her dresser was so sweet. “Thanks.”

Helen’s voice boomed across the stage, and the music began.
Ugh
. The pianist would have to play the wedding march. She held in her groan and pretended she was truly walking down the aisle. The wind whipped in her face causing her eyes to tear a bit. She blinked to keep them in check. Somehow, she managed to get to the end of the runway, turn around, and get back inside without breaking down.

This was the end of her career. It was her choice, but she hadn’t expected the sharp stab of regret. Add in the fact that she knew she was in love with Max and Ian to the mix, and she was a mess.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” her helper said.

Once she undressed, she was thrilled to slip on her comfortable jeans and a nice shirt and boots. Max had said he’d meet her out back in order to slip inside the house and hopefully say good-bye to their mom. Mrs. Callen might be outside, however, working the crowd as someone needed to direct traffic. The patrons had the chance to meet some of the designers and find out how to purchase any of the hundred outfits presented.

Outside, Max and Ian were both there. They gave her a comforting hug as if they understood she’d come to a crossroads in her life.

“Ready to escape the crush of humanity?” Ian asked.

“You bet.”

Their parents’ home evoked such a sense of peace that she hated to leave. Inside were two tall men, one of whom had a striking resemblance to Max. One of the men hugged both Max and Ian.

Max grinned. “Devonne, this is my oldest brother, Dustin. He and Colby are married to Tracey, who I’m guessing is fussing over the gowns.”

They shook hands. “You got that right, but we’ve insisted she buy at least one outfit.”

Max’s eyes widened. “Aren’t you the good husbands?”

Once more, she was coming in contact with two more men who shared a wife. That seemed to be common in this family.

“We like to spoil her. Soon, she’ll be outgrowing her old clothes, and we want her to find something nice now.” This came from Colby, the one who wasn’t related to the twins.

Ian’s mouth opened. “Holy shit. Does that mean what I think it means?”

Dustin grinned. “Yup. You’ll be an uncle in about seven months.”

They all pumped hands. How wonderful to be able to celebrate such good news with the rest of the family.

A pretty girl pranced in. “Did I miss anything?” She glanced between the men then looked at Devonne.

Colby puffed out his chest. “Just the most wonderful news. You’re going to have a second cousin.”

“Tracey’s pregnant? That’s awesome.”

Max pulled Devonne close to his side. “I didn’t see you out there. Did you see the show?”

“Are you kidding? I’d never pass up this opportunity.”

The girl stuck out her hand. “I’m Jade by the way. Max, Ian, and Dustin are my cousins.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Devonne was happy she liked the clothes. “Which ones did you pick?”

She sucked in her bottom lip. “I’m still trying to decide. I liked the jogging outfit you wore as well as the winter coat. I might get the long, blue chiffon dress that another model wore, but I’m a bit self-conscious in something sleeveless. ”

“I think the blue chiffon would look great on you. You’re tall and thin.”

Jade lifted the sleeves on her T-shirt to reveal muscular arms. “See?”

Max leaned toward Devonne. “Jaden is an amazing blacksmith.”

“Really?” She’d never met a female blacksmith. As a matter of fact, she’d never met a blacksmith at all. That was where she got her muscular arms.

Someone outside called Jade’s name. “Gotta go. Nice to meet you. Devonne. Dustin, congrats again on the baby.” Jade dashed outside.

“You have a lot of relatives,” Devonne said.

Dustin laughed. “You haven’t met half of them I bet. Between the three uncles, there are nineteen kids.”

She could only imagine what Christmas must have been like. She’d missed the last three Christmases with her family. She’d been either in New York or Milan. It was time for a change.