Forbidden Attraction [The Callens 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

She tore open the package and sat on her haunches to get ready to slip the latex over his engorged cock. The plug dug deeper into her ass as she moved about. Her eyes widened at the unexpected stretching.

  Jackson grinned. “I see you understand why we need to stretch you out.”

  She inhaled. “Yes.” Not letting a little plug stop her, she drew the condom over his cock with great deliberation. Even when the latex had fully stretched over him, she ran her fingers up and down his length. “I have to make sure there are no wrinkles.”

  “Ah.”

  Jackson ran his tongue over his lips. She leaned over and kissed him. Only when Taylor began to play with the plug did she realize the dangers of presenting her ass to him.

  She sat back up and took hold of Jackson’s cock. Lifting onto her knees, she guided his cock into her wet pussy.

  Jackson closed his eyes. “Sweet Jesus.”

  Thrilled that she could make him so happy, she slid down on him. Halfway in, she realized the dilemma. “There’s no room.”

  Taylor rubbed her back. “Take your time.”

  She bet that wouldn’t be the advice Jackson wanted to give. To prove her point, Jackson grabbed her hips and lifted up to drive into her. His cock threaded most of the way down her wet channel. As soon as he delved in two more inches, he held still. She let the pulses of desire wash over her as her body accommodated him.

  Taylor’s hands worked magic on her sensitive skin. It was if he knew what having two cocks inside was doing to both her body and her mind. She nodded and opened her thighs wider to accommodate Jackson’s length. She rose on her knees then dropped down on his cock. This time she was able to take more of him in.

  Taylor slipped around to the side and grabbed hold of his dick. He grinned as if begging her to suck on him again. She happily obliged. Being able to do two things at once would take concentration, though. She opened her mouth and sucked on his throbbing cock.

  Apparently, she must have been ignoring her obligation to Jackson because he decided to take over. Holding her steady, he lifted into her again. The first thrust was slow. As he pulled out, he shifted his weight a bit and her clit received more pressure. Sparks of pleasure burst around her.

  “Ah, ah, so good.” She sputtered her thanks.

  His grip tightened, and he drove into her harder this time. Her nerves vibrated with erotic lust. She wanted him to move faster, but with Taylor’s cock lodged in her mouth, she couldn’t get the words out. Taylor got into the act. Instead of her giving him a blow job, he was basically fucking her mouth. He never went in too hard, but it was clear he was in control.

  As her pussy juice lubricated her channel, Jackson was able to increase his speed. It was when Taylor reached around to her back and pressed the plug in tighter that she nearly lifted off the bed. Chaos rained down on her as every inch of her body caught on fire. She sizzled and pulsed with need. She grabbed hold of Taylor’s cock and took back the control. Her climax built as she sucked on his throbbing shaft and milked Jackson’s cock at the same time.

  “I’m about to come.” Jackson’s words came out in a pant.

  She relinquished her movement to Jackson, who moaned and groaned as he brought her to a new precipice. He pummeled her walls until she exploded with wild passion. Wave upon wave of ecstasy blasted her as her climax filled her.

  She nearly screamed as Jackson’s cock expanded. Taylor must have known it was time, for his warm seed filled her mouth. She swallowed his cum and licked him clean. Her pussy still throbbing, she let go of Taylor and collapsed onto Jackson. The plug in her ass twisted on its own.

  The intensity wore her out.

  Taylor slid down next to her and patted her rear. For minutes none of them moved.

  Jackson moaned. “Taylor, you’re up.”

  That meant it was his job to get the wet towel and help with the cleanup. Once Taylor performed that chore, she still didn’t want to leave this wonderful duo.

  “Is it always so explosive?”

  They’d shared before, so they must know.

  “It ain’t nothing until you’ve have both of our cocks in your pussy and your ass at the same time, honey.”

  She could tell Taylor was waiting for that moment.

  “I’m not sure I’ll ever recover enough for that.”

  He rubbed her ass. She reached around to take out the plug when he stopped her.

  “Leave it in for the night.”

  “Seriously?” She wasn’t even sure if she could walk with it in.

  “For me?”

  Since he’d asked so nicely, she’d try. “Okay.”

  All three of them spread out on the bed. Every muscle was so relaxed that she dozed off. Someone shook her.

  “Darlin’?”

  Oh, crap. She glanced at the bedside clock. It read 1:10 a.m. She sat up. “I need to go.”

  “We’re sorry. We fell asleep, too.”

  She made a quick trip to the bathroom and extracted the plug. She washed it off and left it on the bathroom sink. When she came back into the bedroom, they’d turn the lights on and gathered her clothes. Once she was dressed, they escorted her to the door.

  Jackson ran his hands down her arms. “Are your parents going to be worried?”

  “I think by now they know where I am.” She pulled out her cell. “They didn’t call, so either they fell asleep early or they know I’m safe.” It was hard to concentrate with both of her men naked. “I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.”

  Taylor stepped behind her. “When do we get to meet the parents?”

  She did want her parents to get to know both of them. The short time her mom had with Jackson wasn’t nearly enough. “I’ll see when I can wrangle an invitation.”

  “Great.” They each kissed her good-bye, and she hurried out to her car.

  Once she started the engine she knew that her time with them might become more restricted if her father found either one objectionable. She decided it would be better to find out now rather than later.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Stop fidgeting. Everything will be fine.” Jenny’s mom removed her apron and placed it in the drawer

  “How about if Dad doesn’t like them?”

  “What’s not to like?”

  Her mom had only met Jackson for a few minutes. “I don’t know, but he can be a bit curmudgeonly.”

  “That’s because he’s a dad and he loves you. We want what’s best for you.”

  That was the crux of the problem. They might not think these two men were the best. The doorbell rang, and she inhaled. “I’ll get it.”

  When she opened the door, her breath caught. Both wore black jeans, polished boots, a button-down shirt and a bolo tie. That was about as formal as one could get without wearing a suit. Since the front door was out of sight of the dining or living room, she chanced giving both of them a kiss.

  Jackson brought a bottle of red wine. Maybe she should have mentioned her dad’s penchant for scotch.

  “Come with me.”

  Both her mom and dad were in the living room. They both stood as she made the introductions.

  “This is for you, Mrs. Callen.” Jackson handed her the bottle of wine.

  “Call me Veronica, and this is Josh. Can I get you something to drink?”

  Jenny certainly could use something to calm her nerves. “I’d love a glass of the red wine.”

  “Boys?” her mom asked.

  “Got a beer?” Taylor asked.

  “Sure.”

  “Me, too,” Jackson added.

  Once her mom returned with the tray of glasses she joined them. The small talk went as expected. Her dad had to ask about what they did for a living even though she’d already told him almost everything she knew.

  Her father turned to Taylor. “You said your last name was Moore?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Any relation to Harold Moore?”

  “That’s my dad.”

  She had no idea her father knew Taylor’s dad
.

  “I heard he sold his gold mine in Alaska and is coming back to Intrigue soon.”

  Taylor’s father owned a gold mine? Wow.

  He glanced at Jackson. “They’ll be home next week. That’ll leave Jackson and me homeless.”

  Her heart stopped. Was he kidding? “What do you mean? I thought you lived in that house.”

  “We do. I thought Jackson mentioned that it was my parents’ house. I’m house-sitting until they get home.”

  “Oh.” That explained why the furniture didn’t fit their style. “So what are you going to do?”

  Maybe they planned on buying one of the homes they’d toured. That would be cool.

  He shrugged. “We’ll probably live in the back of the bar to save money.”

  Her throat turned dry, and she took a sip of the wine.

  Her mom stood. “I think dinner is ready.”

  Thank you, Mom. Jenny wasn’t ready to address this change of plans. Were they freeloading off the parents? Not that it should really matter if he had money or not, but he’d basically lied by omission.

  They all convened into the dining room where her mom served a great pot roast with mashed potatoes and homegrown vegetables. Fortunately, the topic turned to school and her chances of getting into the University of Wyoming.

  “That shouldn’t be a problem since I’m an alum,” her dad said.

  “I’m hoping to get in on my own merit.”

  Her father turned to Jackson. “I hear you went to my alma mater, too.”

  “Sure did.”

  Her dad held out his hand on which he wore his university ring. “Class of ‘72. What year did you graduate?”

  Jackson’s face lost some color. “I never did. I had to drop out after two years.”

  The double whammy stole her breath. “I thought you’d graduated.” She probably shouldn’t be airing this at the family table, but the hurt had cut her deep.

  “I never said that. You made that assumption.”

  That was probably true. “Why didn’t you correct me?” Hadn’t she commented that at least he’d graduated from college? Maybe not.

  She pushed her chair back. “Will you excuse me? I’m not feeling well.” That was a cop out, but her mind was spinning from the betrayal.

  She raced upstairs and ignored her mother’s call to sit back down. Once she entered her room she locked her door. She didn’t need to see or talk to Jackson or Taylor right now. They’d give her some lame excuse why they’d lied. Here she thought she knew these men when in reality their relationship was a sham.

  Jackson dropping out of college after two years would put him in jeopardy of finding a real job should his bar close. As for his electronics talent, how many bands needed their guitars to catch on fire? Perhaps the biggest disappointment was their willingness to live in the back of a bar so they could save money. What did that tell her about their financial security? She prayed they weren’t with her because they thought she was their ticket to wealth.

  The tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. She’d actually believed that she loved them. She was willing to overlook the fact that Taylor had no backup plan for his life, but since he’d done well financially, he probably was secure. Come to find out, he was only house-sitting. Withholding that information added one more lie to the pile.

  There was no way she was going to continue working at the Raging Bull Saloon. She couldn’t look Jackson in the eye any longer and not feel betrayed.

  A knock sounded on her door. “Jenny. Open the door.” It was her mom.

  She couldn’t exactly keep her own mother out of a room in her house. She got off the bed and let her in.

  Her mom planted her hands on her hips. “What is wrong with you?”

  That’s not what she expected her to say.

  “Your two men left after your tantrum. I’d like you to explain yourself.” When her mother’s lips pursed, she knew she’d have to explain.

  “They lied to me.” She went into detail about who she thought they were and who they really were.

  “They didn’t exactly lie. They didn’t fill you in.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “Whose side are you on?”

  “The right side.”

  “What does that mean?”

  Her mom led her over to the bed and made her sit. She scooted next to her. “You know I love you and want what’s best for you, but I am quite disappointed in you. You’re being childish and quite immature.”

  “You’d have reacted the same way if it happened to you.” The second she voiced her opinion, she realized that her words had been unkind. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about me. Tell me this. Do you love these men?”

  “I thought I did.”

  “Is it worth giving up on them because they didn’t want to tell you about their background? Jackson told us after you so rudely stomped off that he knew that if he’d mentioned he’d only had two years of schooling that you’d never have gone out with him in the first place.”

  “That’s true.” Maybe she was shallow and unreasonable.

  “He wanted you to fall in love with who he was on the inside. From what he explained, he has quite the entrepreneurial spirit. In fact, he has two jobs. I say that’s worth something.”

  His work ethic was never in question. “What happens if the bar closes?”

  “I’m sure he’ll find something else to do.”

  Her mom was being highly logical, but the hurt didn’t go away. “And Taylor? He tried to convince me that he lived in this mega mansion. He even took me up in an airplane, acting all rich and everything.”

  “Jenny Callen. We didn’t raise you to be so prejudiced.”

  “Yes, you did. You always told me to marry someone who was my equal. Don’t you think both of them will be intimidated when I have a medical degree while Taylor only graduated from high school?” Her mother had used this same argument.

  “Taylor didn’t act like anything intimidated him. Not even you.”

  She was getting nowhere with her mother. “Do you mind if I sleep on this?”

  “After you eat some dinner. It’s getting cold.”

  “You sure the men left?”

  “Yes, but I made them take a good-sized care package home. Once you disappeared, they were quite upset. I’m not even sure they understood why you flew out of the room in a tizzy.”

  She almost smiled. Her mom hated anyone going hungry. “All right, but I’m not changing my mind.” If she did, it would take a lot of soul searching, and she wasn’t ready to open the wound just yet. They headed back downstairs. “What does Dad think about all this?”

  She shrugged. “He’s outside smoking a cigar.”

  That meant he was upset. Well, too bad. He’d raised her to be picky.

  * * * *

  She called Tara and told her to tell Jackson that she wouldn’t be coming into work today. She would have told her to tell Jackson that she didn’t plan on coming in any day, but to have a friend deliver that message would be unfair.

  Tara asked her a few questions, but Jenny said she had to go and disconnected. Then she turned off her phone. Both Jackson and Taylor had called numerous times since the disastrous dinner, but she wasn’t ready to speak with them. In truth, she wasn’t sure what upset her more, the lie or the fact they weren’t who they said they were. She really did try to think things through more maturely but failed. The hurt ran too deep.

  Throughout the day, more doubt crept into her reasoning. Did it really matter if they had that piece of paper? Was she afraid that her snooty doctor friends would shun her because her men weren’t as good as them? Surely, she wasn’t that shallow. Or was she? Her stomach soured thinking maybe she was the problem and not her men.

  She knew for a fact that her dad had said to marry her equal, but she’d never questioned exactly what he meant by that. She dropped her head in her hands and dragged her fingers down her wet cheeks.


  The study group had met yesterday and they kept asking her what was wrong. She didn’t even have the heart to tell them.

  She got off the bed. Without her job at the saloon, she’d have to find something else to bring in money. She remembered Taylor’s stockbroker, David something, had said he volunteered at the YMCA teaching people to read. If she recalled, he said there were some employees there, too. While she had no experience teaching, she bet she could work with people who really wanted to learn.

  With renewed energy, she washed her teary face and headed out. Fortunately, her dad was in his den and her mom was nowhere around. The day was warm and bright, and the breeze refreshing. She could do this.

  While it was the middle of the day, there were quite a few people in the Y. She wasn’t sure who to speak with, so she spoke to the girl at the desk.

  “I’m interested in your learning to read program.”

  She smiled. “We have a lot of great tutors.” She opened her drawer and pulled out a pad. “When would be a good time to come in?”

  Does she think I need help? “I want to be a tutor. I could volunteer at first, but I really need a job.”

  Her face colored a bit at the misunderstanding. “Oh, sorry. You’ll have to speak to the person in charge of the tutoring.” She looked into the gym area. “If you go through that door, the second door on your left is the man in charge. Maybe he can help you.”

  “Thanks.”

  So far so good. She followed the directions and knocked.

  “Come in.”

  When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Taylor’s stockbroker sitting with an older man. “Excuse me. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  “Jenny, is it?”

  Damn, she was hoping he wouldn’t recognize her. “Yes.”

  The older gentleman stood. “We were finished anyway.” He turned back to David. “Same time next week?”

  “Yes.”

  The man nodded to her on his way out, and David motioned she take the man’s empty seat.

  “Tell me what I can do for you.”

  She explained about her need for a job.

  “I’m afraid money is really tight. The city is cutting back, but we’d love for you to volunteer.”