[Menage Amour: Cowboys Menage a Trois Romantic Suspense Romance, MFM, HEA]
Chelsea Wilson had been wandering for the past few years. She had left her life behind when she had hurt those around her, especially her best friend. Polson seemed like a nice town where she could quietly settle down forever.
Luke and Gabe Collins had found jobs on the Diamond L as ranch hands, which they loved. Ménage relationships were abounding in Polson, and they believed they had found the place to call home. All they needed was a woman to call their own.
When Luke and Gabe met Chelsea at the diner, they knew she was the one. However, Chelsea knew she needed to keep to herself. She didn’t want to make friends for she didn’t want to disappoint anyone else ever again. Shunning the two men’s advances, she couldn’t chance them finding out what she had done.
Can the love of two men help Chelsea be healed from the past? Will she accept their love or run again?
Luke was at a loss at Chelsea’s behavior. She was calm until Gabe asked if she had finished unpacking from her move here. An answer had been given, but one that confused both himself and Gabe. Then, Chelsea lost it.
He understood that she felt threatened by the question itself, but why? Luke was certain she was hiding something big, but he had to wonder why it was necessary. He didn’t care what she had done in the past. He cared a lot for the woman she was now and wanted a relationship with her. Chelsea just needed to open up and give them a chance.
Frustration surged through him, because he didn’t know what to do to get Chelsea to talk to them. Whatever was eating at her was causing her health to decline. Her mental state was in shambles, and the longer she kept it bottled up inside, the harder it was going to be for her to pull herself out of the dismal hole she had dug for herself.
“Chels,” he began as he put his hands out at his sides to let her know he didn’t mean any harm. “You need to talk to us. You can’t keep living this way.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” she spat at him. “Why would you want to be with me?”
He and Gabe had asked each other that question several times. The only answer they could come up with was that they cared deeply for this woman. She called not only to their hearts, but to their very souls. They weren’t giving up on her.
“We care about you, sweetheart,” Gabe said quickly. “We want to get to know you. We think you want to be with us also.”
“You won’t want to be with me if you got to know me,” she said quietly. “No one wants to be with me.”
Taking a chance, Luke took a step toward her. When she didn’t back away, he took another one. Finally standing in her personal space, he could smell the aroma of diner food emanating from her. She still hadn’t moved.
With both hands, Luke reached, placed them on her cheeks, and pulled her toward him. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips across hers lightly.
A sweet moan sounded from her as he captured her mouth with his. He ran his tongue across her lower lip, asking for permission to enter. She was hesitant, but she eventually opened to him.
He swept into her mouth, his tongue sliding across hers. She responded to him, and soon her tongue was dueling with his. Soft moans were continuing to sound from her as he let out a few groans of his own.
Luke wanted to go slow. He fought against the desire that was burgeoning in his jeans, the denim a prison to his cock. He wanted to sweep her up and carry her to her room and have his way with her. However, she was already skittish, and he had already gone too far, even though she was responding to him.
After one last quick swipe of his tongue, he pulled away from the kiss, peppering her lips a couple of times. He stood up straight, but he didn’t let go of her face.
Her green eyes were dark and sparkling like emeralds, while her cheeks were flushed. Moisture still lingered on her lush lips, and he was pleased when the tip of her pink tongue swept out and licked her lips.
“Can you tell me you didn’t enjoy that, Chelsea?” Luke asked, his voice husky.
Defenses went up immediately. Chelsea’s shoulders thrust back, her eyes lowered, and her body went stiff. When she tried to pull away from him, he held on.
“I’m not going to let you run away, darlin’. We’ve wanted you since the first time you waited on us. We’ve waited for you to soften up. You have kept up these walls around you since you got to town, and you won’t let anyone in. It’s not good for you, mentally or physically. Please, let us in.” Luke said his piece before releasing her face.
Gabe stepped up to stand behind her, pressing her into Luke. Parts of her were soft and lovely, but the rest of her was still tense.
“Sweetheart, whatever has happened that caused this wall you put up, we can work through it,” Gabe said quietly. “There is nothing you can say that would change our minds.”
Tears were trickling down her cheeks as her body began to shake. “You’re wrong,” she whispered. She tried to push Luke away, but he wasn’t going to be moved. “Please, let me go.”
“No.” Gabe was the gentler of the two. He was the sweet talker. “How long have you been living like this, Chelsea?”
“Leave. Me. Alone!” she spat out, pushing at Luke.
Chelsea was strong. Luke had to put a foot behind him to keep from falling, but that didn’t help.
A vulnerability shone on his woman’s eyes as he smiled down at her. They were wearing her down with their love for her, but he could tell she was still worried about what her secret would do to the three of them.
It was too soon for them to reveal their love for her, at least in words. However, they could show her every chance they got.
Slowly, Luke painstakingly pushed into her pussy, reveling in the tightness that surrounded him. He knew it had been a couple of years for her, but she was so tight that it felt as if he wasn’t going to fit. Inch after inch he pressed inward until he finally filled her. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she kept her gaze on his face.
“Am I hurting you, Chels?” he asked with concern, holding himself still.
She shook her head immediately. “It feels so good. I like how you fill me up.”
Leaning down, he kissed the side of each of her eyes, capturing the tears before they trickled down to her ears. “Don’t cry.”
A bright smile appeared on her lips as she grasped his biceps. “Please?”
He knew she was ready to continue, which pleased him greatly. Shifting his hips, he pulled out until just the tip of him remained at her opening. Then, he thrust back in, reveling in the cry that she gave.
In and out, he moved. With each stroke, he sped up even though he wanted to relish the sanctity of their union. Soon, she was thrusting her hips up to meet his as she creamed around his dick. The heat was fantastic around him.
Chelsea was becoming wild beneath him. Her head tossed back and forth, her chestnut colored hair spreading out on the sheet under her. Her breaths were coming in shallow pants while her fingers dug into his skin. Gabe was sucking on one breast while playing with the other, driving her arousal even higher.
Luke knew that she would become a wild woman once they had her relaxed, and she was proving it. She swung her legs up over his thighs as if trying to hold onto him for dear life.
The faster he went, he began to feel that familiar ball of lightning in his lower back. He wanted to make sure Chelsea came before he did.
“Bro! I’m so close.” That was all Luke needed to say and Gabe was moving his hand down Chelsea’s slight pouch to her cunt. He carefully shifted his hand until he was manipulating her clit.
Chelsea’s pussy tightened even more around Luke, making it feel as if she was trying to strangle his poor cock. The ball in his back shot down to his balls, filling them with sharp tingling currents.
Trying to keep a rhythm, Luke failed as he began to thrust roughly into her. He felt her cunt contract around him, squeezing him even more as white-hot liquid shot up from his balls, up his shaft, and out into Chelsea.
Luke tossed his head back as he shouted out his release. Spurt after spurt filled the condom that he hoped one day they wouldn’t have to use. He wanted to feel her au naturel, and he wanted to feel it soon.
Chelsea was panting as she came down off her own climax. Her eyes were hazy, and her smile seemed satisfied. She slid her hand up over his shoulder to the back of his neck and pulled him down to her. She sprinkled tiny kisses on his lips before saying, “Thank you, Luke. That was beautiful.”
Words left him as he caught her gaze. All he could do was smile as he swallowed hard, keeping his words trapped inside him. It was too early for her to hear them, but he knew how he felt. Pressing his forehead to hers, he wanted to stay inside her a little longer, but he knew Gabe was waiting his turn, and damn, if Luke’s back wasn’t on fire.
He climbed from her and backed out of the room to the bathroom. He didn’t want her to see his back and remind Chelsea of what had happened, and right now, he just wanted her to remember their love making.
* * * *
Gabe watched the nuances of Chelsea’s face while Luke made love to her. There was wonder and awe, along with a fire that surprised him. Once she was relaxed and got out of her memories, she was a firecracker.
“Are you too tired?” he asked, worried that she would be sore since it had been a while.
She shook her head with a smile. “No. I want you, Gabe. Fill me up like Luke did. Please?”
He couldn’t deny his woman anything at the moment, so he rose to his knees and maneuvered in between her legs. Looking at her pussy, he could see the honey that was leaking from her. He could still taste her on his lips and knew he wanted to sup from her often.
Getting into position, he moved over her but kept his weight off her by balancing on one hand. The other he used to grasp hold of his cock and slide the tip through her slit. He wanted to make sure he was lubricated enough to enter her without providing her any pain.
When he was ready, he pressed himself into her. Her walls were tight and contracted around him. She was made just for him and his brother as their cocks fit just right within her.