The Sextet Presents… By Male Order [In Days of Olde] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elizabeth Raines Page B

she reached the door to her bedroom, she stopped and smiled.
    The windows were open, allowing in the slight breeze and the light of the waxing moon. Both men were waiting in bed, kneeling in the middle with arms open in invitation. Their cocks were hard, ready, and their hair was wet, as though they’d recently bathed.
    Folding her arms over her breasts, Hope leaned a shoulder against the doorframe and tried to affect a nonchalant façade. Hard to do when her heart was slamming in her rib cage and she was close to squirming with desire.
    Her men had turned her into a wanton.
    “Aren’t you two hungry? I have some cold pork. Perhaps I could pick a few tomatoes and fry them up with some cheese?”
    Alec chuckled, obviously onto her ruse.
    Thomas, however, stared at her with an open mouth. “But…but…” He glanced down at his stiff shaft before his gaze returned to her. “We’re… ready .”
    Hope couldn’t contain her happiness. His disappointment was more affirming than any declaration of feelings. He wanted her. So did Alec.
    Just as much as she wanted them.
    Laughter rose inside her, falling from her lips as she shoved her skirt over her hips, letting it puddle on the floor. By the time she reached the bed, she’d tossed her shirt aside as well.
    Thomas’s smile made his teeth gleam in the dim light. He held out his hand to her. “Come, my love. There’s much we’d like to show you tonight.”
    Alec was content to watch Thomas draw Hope into his arms, knowing he wouldn’t be excluded from this interlude. The three of them had formed a bond that wouldn’t be broken. After he and Thomas loved Hope into a sated exhaustion, they would share their dreams for the future with her and get her to agree to leave this desolate life. There were so many plans to be made. It didn’t matter where they went, so long as the three of them were together.
    Thomas kissed her, quickly heightening the exchange with his tongue. Alec groaned as he watched them, their tongues mingling in an erotic, openmouthed kiss. He moved closer, sliding his fingers down her spine as he moved behind her. She whimpered against Thomas’s mouth when Alec cupped her buttocks, easing the pale globes apart to rub his cock between them.
    Lifting her damp hair aside, he licked the soft skin of her neck before gently giving her a love bite. Her whole body reacted. Her arms squeezed Thomas closer while her tempting backside pushed back against Alec.
    He and Thomas had planned this evening well. Thomas would lie back and pull Hope onto him, letting her ride his cock while Alec fetched the sweet oil he and Thomas liked to use. Then Alec would prepare Hope for a greater intimacy, hopefully bringing her pleasure as he claimed her virgin ass.
    The three of them would be joined in a way that showed their commitment to one another. It would be the sign that Alec and Thomas needed to show she’d accepted them completely, that she was ready to leave memories of Billy and this blasted farm behind.
    Hope turned to face Alec, looping her arms around his neck. She returned his love bite, nibbling on his neck, and he groaned deep in his chest. She was a fast learner, easily mimicking anything he or Thomas did that she enjoyed.
    Her eyes met his. “I believe it’s your turn, you said.”
    Lost in the feel of her breasts pressed to his chest, he wasn’t sure what she meant. “My turn?”
    She couldn’t respond because his lips found hers, capturing her surprised inhale before she slid her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues played across each other, thrusting and parrying as Alec lost himself in Hope. Pulling back one arm, she tickled down his chest, combing her fingers through the patch of hair before circling his navel. When she took his cock in her hand and stroked, he lost all control, drowning in the need to bury himself inside her.
    He tried to ease her to the bed, but Hope stopped him with a shake of her head. “It’s your turn, Alec.”
    “My—” He