Acres, Natalie - Propositioned by Outlaws [Outlaws 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Natalie Acres Page B

who used to come and visit my mother. I remembered his voice, too. It hasn’t changed any.
    “I don’t know why I didn’t put two and two together before now. His appearance has changed considerably. He’s about fifty pounds heavier than when he used to call on my ma, so maybe that’s why I didn’t figure out the past until history mattered.”
    “But his voice hasn’t changed?” Art asked.
    “He has a lisp,” Lane pointed out.
    “Yes he does,” Victoria agreed. “And that lisp is exactly why I remembered a lot of things. He and my mother had a lot of arguments before he quit calling on her altogether. Lucky for the two of you I remembered a lot about him just in time to save your necks.”
    “My neck thanks you,” Art told her.
    She grinned as she led her horse to water. Once all three animals were watered down, Lane said, “So now what?”
    She shrugged. “This is as good a place as any to show me how much you appreciate me.”
    Art’s cock twitched in his breeches. “Here?”
    “Yes,” she said, giggling. She stripped off before they could stop her—not that they would—and waded into the river.
    “Good God, she’s right about one thing,” Art said. “Any man in his right mind would have to look at her if he was able.”
    Lane yanked off his boots, slid away from his breeches, and shrugged out of his shirt. He dove into the river while Art took a seat on a large rock.
    “You gonna stare from over there, or come in and take a closer look?”
    “I’ll be along shortly,” Art assured her, gnawing on the inside of his jaw.
    As Lane and Victoria frolicked in a concealed area of the river, mostly covered by a thicket rich with swooping branches and leaves, Art thought about how close he came to death.
    Victoria saved his life.
    What kind of woman went out on a limb for a man she barely knew? Leaning back on his elbows, he smiled as she approached him. Squealing like an excited young girl, she ran up the hill, rushing away from the river as Lane chased her.
    “Get that thing away from me!” she exclaimed, giggling.
    “You’re the one who tried to arouse me. And you’re the only one here who can do something about that.”
    “Man has a point,” Art said, rubbing his chin.
    “What if somebody sees us?” she asked, her eyes sparkling as she asked the question.
    “Would that bother you?” Art asked, tilting his head from side to side in an effort to see under the mess of blonde locks blocking her eyes from meeting his.
    “No,” she fired back.
    “Good Lord, woman,” Lane said, grabbing her around the waist and drawing her against his chest.
    As Lane aroused her, tweaking her nipples, rolling the hard gems between his thumb and forefinger, Art’s mouth watered. His hard cock pressed against his pants and he wondered then if she could handle them together.
    There was only one way to find out.

    * * * *

    Victoria spread her legs as wide as they would go. “Don’t be a lily liver. Cowards aren’t welcome to play here.” She dropped her hand between her legs and worked for her own pleasure, stimulating her arousal.
    “I ought to spank you for that,” Lane told her, nipping at her calf as he kissed his way up her inner thigh.
    “I liked it when you spanked me last night.”
    “You liked being spanked?” Art asked, shooting Lane a quick glance. “Did you hear that, Lane?”
    “I did,” he said, licking his way to her pussy. “Hmm, sweetheart. You smell like honeysuckle.”
    “I should,” she said, laughing. “There’s a vine right behind me!”
    Art reached for a few golden buds. Snapping the stem off the first one, he squeezed the tip. The syrup dripped over her nipple, and she arched her back. “Ah, that feels nice.”
    “If you like that, wait until you try this.” Art carefully aroused her with more honeysuckle, covering her breasts in the syrup. Then, he dropped his head between her mounds and devoured her.
    Lane paused and watched Art. He, too, reached for a vine.