Intimate Illusions [The Callens 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (20 page)

Not wanting to rely on the men to take her places, she rented a car and spent her time scouring the town for a place to open a new store. Even if things went south with the men, she wanted to stay in Intrigue. Being able to work with the women on a case-by-case basis would be so nice. She’d get to know the locals, which would make moving here that much nicer.

The time was getting close when she had to broach the topic of moving out of their ranch and getting a place of her own. She didn’t want to mooch off the men, especially since they didn’t act like they ever wanted be a threesome again.

When she’d first left and returned to California, she’d gotten the impression that they wanted to have her in a ménage relationship. Now, that utopia was dimming fast.

On the way home from checking out renting a storefront, she weighed the pros and cons of two that were available. The cheaper one was farther from the center of town but had better parking. It also was across the street from a soda shop. She didn’t know if the women in Intrigue liked to shop then chat at the soda shop, or if they were the in-and-out type of women. Maybe Max or Ian could give her some guidance.

When she got home there was a note on the counter for her to come over to the Callen ranch. Her stomach tumbled at the thought that something bad must have happened. Not even changing, she rushed out to the car and headed on over. The five-minute drive seemed to take forever. Max’s truck was in the drive. She cut the engine and ran up the side steps. The door sat open. Voices floated in from the dining room.

“Hello?”

When no one answered, she stepped inside the house and walked toward the voices. As soon as she got to the entrance, the conversations ceased. Ian and Max jumped up.

“You got here fast.”

There was nothing but smiles on their faces. And there were a lot of faces, and not all of them were seated.

One chair between Ian and Max was empty. “Come on in.”

“What’s going on?”

Mrs. Callen walked through the swinging doors carrying a cake with one lit candle. “We’re having a party in your honor.”

Nothing made sense. “Why?” She’d been here for three weeks, and so far neither man had completely welcomed her after Max arrived home the first night.

“My sons are a bit dense, but they both have good hearts. Max wanted to see—”

“I’ll tell her, Mom. I know we’ve been pushing you away. Once more, I was trying to protect both you and me. I’ve been a dolt in not trusting Ian.” He looked around as if speaking from his heart was hard enough, let along talking in front of his entire family. “Before we asked you to move in, I needed to be convinced that Ian wouldn’t hurt you.”

She exhaled. “Didn’t I say I could handle—”

“I know. As I said, I’m an idiot. Bottom line is that Ian has turned into the perfect partner.”

It didn’t surprise her that Ian was beaming, as was the rest of the family.

Their mom placed the cake on the table. “We have a tradition in the Callen family. When we bring someone into the family, I bake her or him a cake. Now if you’d be so kind as to blow out the candle, the celebration can begin.”

Mr. Callen tapped the table. “It’s about the only damned time Victoria will let me drink my scotch. So please, let’s get started.”

The whole family laughed. Devonne blew out the candle and sat between her men.

“Devonne,” Mrs. Callen said, “Since you are now one of us, I think it’s time we learn your last name.”

She got that question often. “My legal name is Devonne. Just Devonne. I don’t have a last name. To satisfy your curiosity, I was born Dorothy Spanglehoffer. My mom didn’t think it sounded like the name for a top model, so we came up with Devonne.”

Their mom looked a bit uncomfortable for a second before smiling. “Then Devonne it shall be.”

Mrs. C served the cake, and Jenny and April brought out more drinks. The whole experience overwhelmed her. She never would have thought that by coming to Intrigue, Wyoming, she’d end up with a huge family, or any family for that matter.

The rest of the evening involved the family members telling tales about Ian and Max. She wasn’t sure if they were trying to get her to run or give her an insight into the Callen craziness, but she’d laughed and almost cried a few times.

Heath and Wade Watson, who’d married Sam, the eldest Callen daughter, volunteered to man the grill outside. They refused to let her help, so she sat in the living room with Max and Ian and some of the other spouses. She spotted Max’s brother-in-law, Randy, who’d played at the show.

“Randy, would you play something for us?”

He didn’t jump up right away, but after she pleaded a few more times, he gave in. “I’ll play my wife’s favorite song. It’s called ‘For April, my Secret Temptation’.”

Devonne glanced over at Max and Ian who both had big grins on their faces. She leaned back and let the song seep into her. It started off slowly, but the passion was clear. When the tempo picked up, she opened her eyes. April was at the door watching her husband. The love nearly made Devonne cry.

Randy’s head bobbed, and his back bent. Clearly, the song meant a lot to both of them from the way he was swaying. Her breath caught as the song reached its crescendo. When he finished his final note, he dropped back his head. April came over and kissed him. The sweet scene made her eyes water.

“Dinner’s ready,” Wade announced. He carried in plates of steaks.

Mrs. C came out, wiping her hands on her apron. “It’s buffet style, so come and get it.”

Max helped her up, and together they went in. Not only was there steak, but three different kinds of salads, two loaves of fresh bread, and three different vegetable casseroles. When did their mother have time to rest?

Everyone was quite patient in getting his food, but eventually everyone got served. Ian nudged her. “Let’s sit on the porch. It might be more private out there.”

With so many family members, she doubted anywhere in the house would be private, but it would be quieter than sitting in the dining room. “Okay.”

No sooner had they dragged their chairs close when Mrs. C came out. “May I join you?”

A smile crossed Ian’s face. “Sure.”

Ian got up and offered his chair. He brought over another one for himself.

“I won’t stay long, but I heard, Devonne, that you’re thinking about opening a designer dress shop in Intrigue.”

Word spread fast. “Yes.”

“I think the idea is marvelous. I found out that Clark Dempsey is planning on retiring. His storefront will soon be vacant, and I think it would be ideal. It’s right next to the Intrigue Hotel and is in the center of town.”

Her pulse raced. She’d wanted something close to the center. “Do you know how much he’s asking?”

“I’m not sure, but maybe Jade knows. Her blacksmith shop is on the other side of the hotel. She says she gets quite a lot of business from people passing through town.”

Devonne liked Jade. There was an entrepreneurial spirit in her that she admired. Too bad the Callen cousins weren’t here, but if they had been, there might not have been enough food. “I’ll give her a call.”

Mrs. C smiled and stood. “We’ll talk when the boys aren’t around.” She winked and went back inside.

“I like your mom.”

“Everyone does. She’s a special lady.”

After dinner, they had drinks. If Mrs. Callen hadn’t decided that Mr. Callen needed to stop drinking and get to bed, there was no telling when they would have been able to leave. Devonne hoped that the party meant that Max and Ian had finally joined forces, and she’d finally get to make love to both of them the way she’d been dreaming of for weeks.

“I can’t wait to get you naked.” Max picked her up and brought her into his bedroom.

She didn’t care where he took her, as long as she got to be with both men.

Ian came in a few seconds later with three pieces of rope. She looked up at Max. “What’s that for?” Okay she could guess, but she wanted to see if Max was in on this.

“We know that as soon as we get naked, you’ll have your hands all over us, and my cock is like a bull in a pen at a rodeo. He’s kicking and bucking to get out. You touch him, and, darlin’, he won’t last long enough to satisfy you.”

Ian tossed the soft rope on the bed. “It’s for your own good, sugar. We want this experience to be the best of your life, and the only way to achieve that is for you to have no control.”

She was okay with that. “Do I get a say-so?”

The both said
no
in unison.

If she were uncomfortable, they’d stop. “Can I undress you two first?”

“No.” So much for participating.

As Max lifted her T-shirt, she toed off her sandals. Ian stepped behind her and unhooked her bra, but he didn’t take it off. From the way Max’s gaze never left her face, she was in for a long night of passionate lovemaking, and she couldn’t wait.

Ian’s hands slipped under the bra and palmed her tits as his lips kissed a sensitive spot below her ear. “I love how you smell. You’re pure sex, ripe for the plucking.”

She almost laughed at his come-on line. “After you pluck me, are you going to suck me?”

“Oh, sugar, you have no idea how much eating the both of us are going to do.”

Her panties got wet as she thought about how they could transport her from earth to heaven. Max unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid them down to her hips. He knelt in front of her and leaned his head against her belly. His warmth heated her insides. Twisting his head, he slowly licked a line along the top of her panties. Tingles rippled across her stomach.

“Why don’t you take them off?” That way he could get closer to her pussy.

“Be patient. I’ve waited weeks for the moment.” To prove his point, his mouth latched onto her stomach and sucked. The wet kiss tickled.

He dragged his mouth lower. With his teeth he tugged her panties low in front, but they didn’t budge over her rear. Ian must have watched the event unfold, for he slipped a hand under her panties, over her rear, and squeezed one cheek.

“I love your ass,” Ian said.

She thought Max was the ass man, but she kept her comment to herself. She had so much to learn about these wonderful men.

With Ian’s help, her panties slipped lower, and Max’s tongue cleaved her pussy lips. Dear God, but she wouldn’t be able to hold out if they planned on taking their time like this. Pulses radiated up to her tits and down to her toes with each lick.

She clamped her hands onto Max’s shoulders and leaned back her head. Ian stepped to the side and threaded her bra off her arms. He leaned over and nipped at her nipple. The instant thrill made her pussy contract.

“I think it’s time we control this wild woman,” Ian said.

“I’m not wild.”

“Sugar, you will be by the time we finish with you.” Ian swooped her up in his arms and lowered her to the bed.

Her knee-height pants and thigh-height panties prevented her from widening her legs. Thank goodness Max took hold of the hem and tugged off her jeans. Only her panties were crumpled around her thighs. She reached down to discard them when Ian pulled her hands over her head. Her pulse shot up. In three seconds, he had her wrists tied.

“Told you I was good at roping.”

“I didn’t realize that your ranching talents would extend to the bedroom.”

“You have no idea the depths of my talents. I can ride, buck, and control any animal.”

Her mind went wild thinking about him doing all those wonderful things to her. “I bet.”

Max crawled between her thighs and removed her panties. “I need you wide open.”

He tied a loose loop around an ankle and secured the other end on the leg of the bed. After he repeated the same action on the other leg, the vulnerability hit home. She was spread-eagle on a bed with two dressed men, who seemed determined to suck, lick, and kiss her to death long before she got any cock.

“You okay, darlin’? You look a bit worried.”

“I’m worried because you aren’t naked.”

They both laughed. “We can take care of that.”

Max took a few condoms from his jeans pocket and tossed them on the bed. Dear Lord, did they plan on switching positions all night long? She was so involved in her own thoughts, that she only caught the end of Max’s striptease.

After he stepped out of his pants, he grabbed his turgid cock and waved it. “If you’re good, I might let you lick it.”

She slowly ran her tongue over her lips, hoping to entice him to let her suck on him now. “You won’t regret it.”

He grinned and dropped to his belly on the bed. Ian spread out perpendicular to her body at tit height.

“I’m going to feast on these beauties.” True to his word, Ian captured her breast again. This time, the suction nearly made her lift off the bed. The shock of the pressure quickly subsided and turned into unholy pleasure.

“I’ve missed you both.”

“Sugar, not half as much as I’ve ached for you.”

Ian’s hands wandered all over her body from her arms to her face to her tits. He slid to the side and threaded his hands through her hair as he raked his teeth over her nipple. The tension on her scalp and the erotic pull on her swollen crest drove her crazy. She wanted to touch them but couldn’t get loose.