Brown, Berengaria - Tempting Tenealle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 4

  She licked Evan clean, then relaxed back into the bed, feeling completed, fulfilled, satisfied.

  “Damn, you two are good,” she whispered after Evan pulled out of her mouth.

  “You’re pretty good yourself, honey,” said Faris, rolling her onto her side so both men could snuggle into her.

  Tenealle was about to reply, but before her mouth could form the words, she was instantly, deeply asleep.

  Chapter Three

  Evan and Faris had made it very plain they wanted to spend a lot more time with Tenealle, and she wanted that too, but she needed to concentrate on her job. One of the downsides of working from home as a subcontractor was that, because she was at home during the day, people thought she was free to do things, but that simply meant she had to make up those work hours in the evenings. If she didn’t work, she didn’t earn any money—quite apart from pissing off her boss and colleagues who had to pick up the slack—and besides, right now she needed every dollar she could earn to pay off her new apartment.

  Tenealle spent three full days working like a fiend, completing half-done projects, sending out paperwork and guidelines for potential new carers, and catching up on tasks. Then, when Faris rang for the third time in three days—not counting the four calls from Evan she’d also received—she agreed to go out to dinner with them.

  “Where would you like to go? What type of food do you prefer?” asked Faris.

  “Something simple. I don’t want to have to spend an hour getting dressed,” she replied, then wondered if that made her sound like a cheap, lazy tart. But it was the truth. She was just as happy wearing jeans and eating fries as she was at a formal dinner, dressed up in her best clothes and likely eating pommes frites.

  “Oh, good. Neither of us is eager to wear a necktie around you, after your devilish use of them. Shall we pick you up at seven then?”

  “That’ll be great. See you both then.”

  Tenealle was dressed in black jeans and a figure-hugging black T-shirt when the men arrived. She liked wearing jeans, as it meant she had enough pockets to carry everything she’d need for the evening, so she wouldn’t have to worry about bringing a purse. Although a spare pair of panties might be useful.

  Faris rang her doorbell at exactly 7:00 p.m., and she assumed Evan would be waiting in their—his?—car out front. But it wasn’t a car. It was a horse and carriage.

  “Up you get,” said Faris, giving her a boost onto the high seat where Evan was waiting, holding the horse’s reins lightly in his hands.

  Tenealle scrambled up onto the seat, then slid over to make room for Faris. “Wow! This is awesome,” she gasped as Evan flicked the reins and the horse ambled off.

  Tenealle was entranced. The city looked totally different from a horse and carriage. They moved at walking pace, so she had plenty of time to see everything as they passed by. Although there was a hood sort of thing over them, not being inside a vehicle gave her a feeling of being at one with the streetscape and everything they saw. Aromas were stronger, more immediate, the smells of people’s suppers cooking wafting from their apartments, the sap from the trees and the scents of the flowers. Colors seemed brighter, more vivid. It was like seeing the streets for the very first time all over again.

  When they arrived at the restaurant, Tenealle asked, “How do you park this thing? What happens to the horse while we’re inside?”

  Evan waved at an elderly man standing on the sidewalk. “He drives the horse and carriage back to their stable. We’ll go home by more conventional means.”

  “Makes sense.” Tenealle nodded, trying to scramble down with some semblance of grace and, in particular, not fall flat on her ass. “I really enjoyed the ride. We seemed so much more part of the neighborhood moving at a slow pace like that. It’s a totally different experience from walking around or traveling by car.”

  The men grinned at each other, then guided her inside.

  “So let’s eat,” said Faris prosaically.

  They ordered a range of dishes to share, then while they were waiting for their salads, Tenealle asked, “However did you think of something so different as the horse and carriage?”

  “We wanted the evening to be special for you—” began Faris.

  “And you liked the zoo, so we assumed a horse wouldn’t frighten you,” added Evan.

  “I like animals. I’ve never had a pet of my own, but once I move into my new apartment, I’ll be able to have a small dog because it can play in the courtyard. Or maybe a cat, although I guess it may climb over the wall and get lost.”

  “A dog would be safer,” agreed Faris.

  “What breed are you thinking of?” asked Evan.

  “Oh, I’ll adopt one from the animal shelter. They’ll be able to tell me which ones are temperamentally suited to apartment living and not having other dogs to play with. I also want one that won’t grow too big, and even with mixed parentage dogs, they’ll be able to tell me that, too.”

  The conversation roamed through the attitudes and abilities of various types of dogs, the relative advantages of dogs over cats, then to various other animals while they ate their salads and drank a glass each of a full-bodied Italian red wine. Then they shared out their choices of dishes and continued eating.

  Faris had them both laughing with his story of a childhood adventure riding an elephant, which had made a habit of picking the pockets of those waiting in line. Then the conversation turned to interior decorating.

  “So what do you plan to do first with your new home?” asked Evan curiously.

  “Well, I hope you won’t be upset, Evan. I really want to get the garden cleaned up and the fountain working properly again. My cousin, Jodie, Mark’s sister, studied horticulture, and she’s willing to advise me and help me. And I have plenty of able-bodied male cousins to provide the unskilled labor. I’ll wash down all the walls myself, then get some cousins around to help me paint. After the painting I’ll organize floor coverings. But I need to fix the garden first so they don’t track dirt all over my new rugs.”

  “That sounds logical. And don’t worry about hurting my feelings. I’ll be very happy to see it all restored and looking good again. I just didn’t have the heart to do it myself. Or the cousins to provide the physical labor,” he added, grinning.

  The conversation wandered through the comparative merits of tiles, polished wood, rugs, and carpets as floor coverings. The men even discussed color schemes, which surprised Tenealle, as she couldn’t think of any male cousins who’d tolerate such a topic at the dinner table.

  They’d drunk their coffee and it was time to go before Tenealle looked at her watch and was astounded to see it was nearly midnight. “Good heavens! How did it get so late? I’ll never get up in time for my seven o’clock online meeting tomorrow morning.”

  “Seven o’clock?” queried Evan.

  “Yes, we have a regular ‘staff meeting’ in a chat room. I need to keep the work rolling in to pay for this new apartment, you know.”

  “We can’t keep calling it ‘the new apartment.’ You really should invent some sort of a name for it,” said Evan as they walked into the parking lot.

  “Like what?”

  “Tenealle’s Courtyard?”

  “The Garden Abode” was Faris’s suggestion.

  “Tenealle’s Domain?”

  “Hmm. That’s not bad, Evan. But how about just The Domain? I like that.

  “The Domain it is.”

  As they climbed into Evan’s car, Tenealle asked, “How did your car get here?”

  “We had the man from the horse-and-carriage place drive it here. He had to meet us here, and we had to get home, so it seemed to be the easiest solution, really,” said Faris.

  There was a moment’s silence, and then Evan asked, “Will you come home with us tonight? I know it’s late and you said you have to work tomorrow, but we really want to make love to you again.”

  Tenealle’s breath hitched at the emotion in his voice. Damn, but I want that, too. They l
ove me so thoroughly, arouse me so instantly, I can’t see them without wanting more. And I really do want more.

  “Yes, I’d like that. I want both of you inside me together,” she said, blushing furiously.

  “Oh, honey, we want that, too. But we didn’t want to rush you. Are you sure you’re ready for that?” asked Evan.

  “It’s the most intense experience. For you and for us,” added Faris.

  “Yes. It’s what I want.”

  The sexual tension in the car was as thick as fog. Hoarsely, Faris said, “Thank you, honey. You will enjoy it beyond anything, we promise you.”

  Oh yeah, she knew she would. They were both very considerate lovers, always giving far more than they took, always seeking to ensure her pleasure.

  Despite only having had a few relationships, Tenealle had experienced and enjoyed anal sex. It was quite different from vaginal sex, yet just as pleasurable. There were so many nerve endings around the anus, arousal was pretty much guaranteed.

  Both men slung their arms across her shoulders, wrapping her between them as they walked into their apartment. Then Evan picked her up. “Evan carry woman to cave.”

  Tenealle laughed. Faris pushed past them, saying, “Faris prepare cave for woman.”

  Evan spun around and around, until Tenealle was almost dizzy, before dropping her onto the bed. Faris had indeed prepared the “cave” with soft orchestral music coming from the sound system, one lamp lit in the corner of the room, providing a dim, romantic atmosphere, and several tea lights glowing on the windowsill, giving off a gentle cinnamon fragrance.

  “Nice cave,” murmured Tenealle.

  “Woman not naked yet,” replied Evan.

  “Men not naked yet, either.” She half sat up on the bed to reach for Evan’s shirt. He lightly smacked her hands away so he could unfasten her jeans. Faris was at the other end of the bed, pulling her shoes and socks off.

  In moments she was naked, lying on her front, and four hands were teasing her ass, stroking and patting her spine and her butt, before a slippery finger slid into her hole, smoothing cool gel all around inside.

  Tenealle sighed with delight at the feelings the men were invoking. Already the sexual tension was rising again after their lighthearted play, and the hands on her skin were incredibly arousing. A second finger slid into her ass, and the two fingers began stretching as well as stroking the tissues, widening her, loosening the muscles, making her ready for a cock.

  Her pussy was weeping with need. She was ready, so very ready, for them both. “I need you both now,” she said, pushing up into their hands.

  One pair of hands continued to pat and stroke her, while the other body, Faris, jumped off the bed and his clothes flew across the room.

  Then he was rolling a condom onto his penis, lying on his back, and pulling Tenealle over to himself. “Climb aboard, honey.” He ground his cock against her pussy.

  By the time Faris was fully seated inside her, Evan had returned to the bed with his hands resting on her spine, pushing her body down flat on Faris to raise her ass toward himself.

  Evan pressed his cock into her dark channel. The head nudged her opening, pushed against the ring, then popped through the relaxed muscles. He moved slowly, gradually, inching in, and Tenealle felt her tissues spread to accept him. She had felt completely filled with only Faris inside her, but as Evan joined him, her channels widened to accept them both, and soon both men were incredibly deep inside her, filling her to the brim. For a few moments the three held quite still, all of them adjusting to the erotic sensations. Then both men pulled out together, almost all the way, leaving just the heads of their cocks inside her, before pressing in again. Then out, and in, increasing the pace and force.

  They held Tenealle tightly between them, scarcely allowing her to move. Her body was on sensory overload, and she wouldn’t have known what to do anyway. The friction was delicious, the feeling of fullness exquisite. Being surrounded, enveloped, possessed by two men at once was indescribably good.

  Tenealle managed to squeeze her internal muscles and was rewarded with two harsh groans from her men.

  Faris nudged her chin up a little higher and took her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue thrust in and out, matching the movements of the two cocks lower down. Then Evan’s mouth was on her neck and shoulders, licking and sucking there.

  Tenealle broke off the kiss to gasp for breath, and continued gasping as the men’s powerful strokes had her cresting fast into an orgasm. Then her body exploded. The climax roared through her, making her ass clench on Evan while her cunt was rippling and milking Faris. Her arms and legs stiffened and jerked as wave after wave of release rolled through her body, only gradually decreasing in power.

  “Damn, you’re both good. I’ve never come so hard in my life before,” she whispered hoarsely.

  “But you will again,” promised Evan.

  “Hell yeah,” agreed Faris.

  * * * *

  The men insisted on feeding her breakfast before they took her home, and they all got sidetracked for a little while in the shower, so it was actually five minutes after seven before Tenealle slid into her office chair and logged into the chat room.

  At ten she logged out and checked her e-mail. The first one she opened was from Cousin Herb, reminding her about the party for Emma on Saturday. He also hinted that he expected her to bring two guests.

  The men had been present when Herb had talked about Emma’s party, but she had no idea if they’d been aware of what the conversation was about, so she jotted down a note to invite them, and a second note to herself to check if she was supposed to bring some food or drinks for the cookout.

  Then she dived into dealing with her work e-mails. She loved her job, loved the actual work, the feeling of matching pieces of a puzzle together, loved the freedom it gave her, but she really needed to concentrate on making some money.

  She’d also been e-mailing backward and forward with Jodie about the garden. Jodie had some detailed plans that looked really good. Tenealle was excited by the idea that the garden would look truly beautiful again, and Jodie didn’t think achieving this would be expensive.

  Then there were her plans to renovate the Domain. Nothing structural needed fixing, just paint for the walls, new drapes for the windows, minor carpentry, and basic upkeep, then finally new floor coverings, possibly mostly tiles and rugs. This could be the one time that having a bazillion cousins is actually helpful, she thought before deliberately putting the Domain aside to concentrate on the work that would pay the bills for it.

  * * * *

  “How do you feel about attending this party for Tenealle’s cousin Emma?” Faris asked Evan as they were getting ready to pick Tenealle up.

  “I think it’ll be good to meet some of these bazillion cousins. Herbert seems an all right kind of guy. Besides, it’s pretty obvious she loves them all, even if she does whine up a storm about them at times.”

  “I guess it cramps her style to trip over family on every street corner. But they’ve already done us a good turn. If there wasn’t so many of them, she’d never have wanted a bigger apartment,” said Faris thoughtfully.

  “Yeah. Definitely a win for us there.”

  “What if we’re all still together after she’s fixed up the apartment? How will you feel about that?”

  “You know, I don’t think that will matter at all. It’s more I couldn’t bear it so run-down and sad-looking. Her living in it and making it nice again won’t worry me. I really think the three of us will be together for a while yet, and she definitely needs a bigger place. Do you think she’d mind if we bought her a big new bed to christen the place with?” asked Evan.

  “I dunno. Females can be weird about that sort of stuff. Better to wait and see.”

  Although they’d been told no gifts were necessary, as it wasn’t that kind of party, since the party was specifically for Emma, they’d decided that bringing flowers was a safe bet. Then they’d wondered if that would hurt Ten
ealle’s feelings, so they’d bought a bunch for her as well.

  Promptly at noon they presented themselves and flower bunch number one at Tenealle’s home.

  “Oh, they’re lovely, thank you. And don’t you both look good enough to eat as well,” she said, her dark chocolate eyes glowing with lust as her gaze took in their neatly pressed jeans and chest-hugging T-shirts, Faris’s blue like his eyes and Evan’s a deep green that complemented his dark hair.

  “You look pretty damn delicious yourself,” Faris responded, his gaze absorbing her long legs under the short denim skirt, and the effect of her reddish-brown hair falling loosely onto the shoulders of her pale blue collared top.

  “Hell yeah. I don’t suppose we have time for a quickie before we leave?” Evan asked hopefully, licking his lips as his eyes ate her up.

  Tenealle laughed and shook her head. “Absolutely not. But you are a very tempting pair.”

  Not half as tempting as you, thought Faris, his cock achingly hard and throbbing against his zipper.

  A quick glance showed him Evan was just as aroused. “Damn. We’ll be walking like penguins all afternoon, you look so hot.” Faris took her hand to led her out to the car.

  * * * *

  Herbert’s house was on a large block of land with extensive gardens, a big swimming pool, and hot tub off the back deck.

  A barbecue pit was smoking out back, with long tables nearby, laden with salads, plates, and cold drinks. Herbert’s wife, Delores, had encouraged everyone to leave their shoes on the back deck, as she didn’t want to damage the new tiles around the pool. It all sounded totally weird to Faris, but several people were commenting how it reminded them of Europe, and not being allowed to wear shoes on the marble floors of buildings there, so he just shrugged and carried his, Evan’s, and Tenealle’s shoes over to the collection on the deck.

  “I hope we can find our own shoes to wear when it’s time to leave.”