Seducing Their Wayfaring Souls [3xtasy Lake 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

Tara couldn’t imagine the incredible weight that would lift off her shoulders if she had one person to share her problems with, much less two. Part of her considered the idea of staying, but there was no place for her to get a job, and Zack needed special schools according to the doctor who had seen him when he was little. Of course that doctor also had said Zack would never hold a pencil or be able to write his name and her son could do both of those things when he concentrated.

But if the stars aligned and she won the lottery and was able to stay here in Ecstasy Lake, she’d get a nice little cottage. Once Zack was tucked away in bed asleep, perhaps Lars and Cris would come over for a visit.

She slipped her hands over her breasts, her nipples crinkling under her palms as she imagined what each of them would feel like as they touched her. Lars’s hands would be much bigger, and his fingers would be strong. She pinched her nipples and imagined Lars was behind her, here in her shower holding her up as he played with her breasts.
Cris would be on his knees in front of me.

She leaned back against the warm tiles and lifted one foot on the edge of the tub. Slowly she traced a path with her fingers between her legs. Cris would take his time teasing, like he had that night almost seven years before. She remembered the feel of his thick fingers when he first brushed his knuckles against her pussy. She’d jumped, startling him, and the two of them laughed, but only for a moment because as he began caressing her again, she almost lost her breath.

She stroked her fingers along the wet path of her pussy lips, pretending it was Cris’s lips on her. Round and round she circled the small, throbbing nub, while caressing her breasts with her other hand. The two of them would support her as she moved, holding her, keeping her safe as they played with her body. Cris would growl like he did that night. Sometimes she dreamed of that hungry sound and woke up aching. She ached now, but her fingers were tracing smaller and smaller circles, centering on her clit.

Lars was such a big guy she imagined he could hold her up with one hand. His other hand would play with her bum, teasing that forbidden entrance she didn’t dare fantasize too much about. She’d read stories about being taken that way. Her legs shook as she thought more and more about what it would feel like with Cris’s cock stretching her pussy as Lars pressed his cock into her ass. Full, she would feel so full…

A pounding echoed around her, destroying the erotic mental image she’d been creating “Mom!” Zack’s muffled voice came through the door before he pounded against it again.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Tara lifted her hand and turned off the water. Her body ached and throbbed for relief.

“Mom! Are you in there?”

She obviously wasn’t going to get relief right now. “Zachery Cristopher Brewer, what do you want?”

Silence answered her question. Obviously the use of his full name caught his attention and he was trying to figure out why he was in trouble. Tara took a deep, calming breath. It wasn’t his fault and she shouldn’t take her frustrations out on him.

“What do you need, Zack?”

“I forgot my toothbrush in there.”

Tara looked at the counter, and sure enough the small
Transformers
toothbrush was lying on the counter next to hers. She couldn’t afford to take Zack to the dentist so she was very careful he kept his teeth well cleaned.

“Hold on.” Wrapping a towel around herself first, she opened the door and passed Zack the toothbrush.

“Thankth, Mom.” He took off running into his room and the bathroom in there. The cool air in the room had rushed into the bathroom as soon as she opened the door and chilled her skin. She looked back at the warm shower and debated continuing her fantasies, but reality was a cold-hearted bitch Tara had to keep an eye on. She couldn’t afford to let her heart make any more decisions for her. While she was glad Cris knew about his son and hoped perhaps he would want to be a part of his life and help with some expenses, she didn’t count on it. She’d seen too many girls and women in her situation count on their child’s father to help out. Some did, but most took off running because they could.

She spent the rest of her evening reading stories to Zack and telling him about Manitoba. She’d picked up a big book about Canada at a garage sale a few weeks earlier and used it as a reference for some of his questions. She also didn’t want him to fall too far behind in school and it was also good practice for homeschooling if that worked out for them.

When he finally floated off to sleep, she didn’t crawl into her bed right away. Instead, she curled up next to him and watched him sleep. He was growing up so fast she was afraid she would miss something in her hustle and bustle of keeping their heads afloat. She wanted her son to grow up a strong man who would take care of his family and not blindly follow along with everyone else because he was afraid to go against the grain.

When she did make her way into her own bed, the sheets were crisp and clean and smelled wonderful, but she wished she had someone or two someones to warm her up. She drifted off to sleep thinking about Cris and Lars and wondering how life might have been different if she’d stayed put on the beach the night she’d met Cris.

“Mom, can we go to the mutheum?” Zack asked as they walked through the lobby of the hotel. She’d tried phoning the garage again but got the same stupid fishing message. Her dreams had been filled with Cris and Lars, and this morning she’d woken up moments before an orgasm was going to rocket through her. After her interruption in the shower last night and then again this morning, she was more than a little frustrated. There was a solution to the constant ache in her pussy, but was she brave enough to accept it? At a loss for what to do, she decided to go for another walk with Zack.

“I guess so,” she answered. “Was there something specific you wanted to look at again?”

“Maybe, and maybe we can visit the old ladieth next door.”

Tara grinned. So that was his angle. A few times Tara had to work a late shift and had taken Zack with her to the diner. Her sweet boy had never complained and he’d become fast friends with the seniors who would stop in for dinner. She was so lucky Zack was such an easygoing kid. She’d watched some families whose kids screamed and acted out during dinner. Her father would’ve beat her senseless for acting like that. Not that it had done any good, because she’d never beat on Zack and he was a good boy.

“Sure, honey.”

“I haf to do thomething firth.” He ran around the back of the hotel and toward the woods.

“Zack! I don’t know how safe that is. Be careful!”

“You worry too much, Mom.” He called over his shoulder as he paused at the edge to the woods. “Mom, come help me pick, okay?”

Tara jogged over to where a mass of wildflowers grew in the sun. Zack was trying his best to grab the flowers and was ending up with handfuls of stalks. He couldn’t quite grasp the thin stems on their own so she sorted them out and he picked out which flowers he wanted. Using a long, thin leaf, Tara tied a small, neat knot around each of the bouquets. Zack held out his arms and she placed them carefully so he could hold on to them.

She should’ve known what was going on in Zack’s mind, but she never stopped being surprised by his thoughtfulness. He practically ran down the street toward the yarn shop and Tara had to speed up or be left in the dust.

“Good morning, Zack.” The three ladies all waved and called out a greeting in unison.

Zack looked up at Tara, his mouth open in a huge smile. She noticed then one front tooth had started to pop through. Her little man was growing up so fast and right in front of her eyes. He presented each of the sisters with a bouquet and they all cooed and fussed over what a wonderful boy he was. Tara stood back and smiled allowing him to bask in all this attention.

Poppy stood up and waved Tara over. “I have some milk and cookies inside. Do you mind if we share with Zack?”

“No, of course not.”

“Zack is a good little boy, Miss Tara Brewer. You’ve done a good job raising him and I know it couldn’t have been easy for you.”

Tara shrugged. “It is what it is. I made decisions and I had to live by them.”

“But he wasn’t a decision you made on your own.” Poppy patted Tara’s arm. “Would you mind running this upstairs to Cris? Those back stairs are getting a little too steep for me these days.” She handed Tara an old book. “He reads to us in the afternoons and I know he’s almost done the
Iliad
and we would like this one next.”

Tara glanced down at the old copy of the
Odyssey
. “I read this book last year. I loved it so much.”

“I’m glad that people are still enjoying the classics. Don’t worry about Zack, we’ll keep him busy for a while. Lily and Lavender want to teach him how to knit.”

“Oh, Zack might not be able to hold on to the needles. His fingers aren’t as agile as other kids his age.”

“Don’t worry about us.” Poppy waved her hands in a shooing action. “We can keep an eye on him. Knitting will be good practice for his dexterity then.”

“All right, if you’re sure. When you’ve had enough send him upstairs or I’ll come and get him when I come back down. I won’t be long.”

“Don’t rush, dear.”

Poppy McGuigan winked at her and waved her off. Tara felt her cheeks flush.
Please tell me they don’t know what I want to do up there. How embarrassing.
She navigated up the stairs, but the moment her foot touched the landing the door was pulled open. Cris wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up against his body. His mouth descended on hers, claiming her, branding his name across her soul. She relaxed into him. Her body instantly remembered the way he’d made her feel and the pleasure he’d given her.

He swept her up with a blistering intensity of the moment. He staggered back, bringing her with him as the door closed behind her. She loved being pressed up against him like this. His body was warm and she felt the stress melt from her limbs as he held her up.

“God, I missed you.” His breath drifted across her neck when he spoke, making goose bumps break out down her arms.

“You can’t be serious. You saw me yesterday.” Tara leaned back in his arms as far as he would let her and looked up at him. His face was in shadow because of the light coming in from the window behind him, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze.

Tara had decided when she woke up this morning she was going to seduce Cris. Her images of the three of them together continually invaded her thoughts. Considering her past with Cris, it made more sense he would be receptive to her advances. If his greeting was anything to go by she figured he decided the same thing. This time she knew what she was getting into, a brief affair until she got her car back and then she’d be moving on.

“I wanted to wake you up this morning.” Cris traced her collarbone with his fingers.

“Oh, no you don’t. I’m scary in the morning.” She went up on her tiptoes and darted a playful kiss against his neck. “My hair sticks up all over the place and I’m downright grumpy till I get a coffee.”

“I don’t believe you.” Cris pulled her closer and slowly bent down to claim her lips again. “I bet you look like an angel when you sleep and I’d love nothing more than to wake up next to you in the morning. If it means making sure I have a cup of coffee waiting for you, I can do that.”

He wrapped his hands around her bottom and lifted her up against him. His cock felt rock hard behind his zipper as he pulled her body against him. She tilted her hips and he lifted her higher so her pussy pressed against his lower stomach, his mouth at the V of her shirt. He nuzzled the cleft between her breasts, nipping lightly at the skin. She ran her fingers through his hair as he played.

A beeping noise sounded behind them, drawing her attention.

“Shit.” Cris walked over and sat down in a chair by a desk loaded with switches and computer monitors. He pulled over the microphone and flicked a switch on the board across from him. “That, my friends, is another great song from Great Big Sea. Now, I know I promised you a new book today, but my favourite listeners haven’t picked one…”

Tara gasped and waved her arms as Cris spoke. “Oh, sorry about that, it looks like I’m mistaken. My lovely librarian has arrived to hand deliver this week’s novel and it’s…” He took the book Tara handed him and glanced down at the cover. “The
Odyssey
by Homer. A fitting choice since we finished the
Iliad
yesterday.”

Cris grabbed her hand and tugged her closer to him, and moving his chair out to give her room, he pulled her down in his lap. He continued to talk about the history behind the book as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and stroked her from her calf to her ass in one long sweep. Tara gasped in surprise and then slapped her hands over her mouth as she stared at the microphone in horror.
Everyone will be able to hear that!

“I’ve been given a list of things to remind everyone of before we get started today. First off, Max Shay is keeping the fry bus open until the snow reaches the second level of the bus. I, for one, say thank you, Max.” Cris grinned and let his hand stroke up and rest over her breast. There was something very naughty about letting him touch her like this while the entire town listened in. “I’m so addicted to his poutine. I wasn’t certain how I’d get through the winter without a fix…”