Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(48)

“I’m enjoying the view, sexy mama.” He pressed kisses to her shoulders and her back as she kept pumping on Ben’s cock. “I love watching you in action. You move like my wildest fantasies, baby.”

“You liked my dance?”

Ben groaned loudly as he thrust against her. “Very much, sugar. You’re hotter than hell.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Quinten murmured as he poured a tiny bit of the lubricant onto his fingers, blessing whoever had the forethought to place it on the edge of the tub. She shuddered mildly as he stroked the slick substance over her little asshole and massaged the quivering ring of muscle.

“Oh, Quinten. I’m on fire.”

“All over?” he asked as he kissed her shoulder. “I can’t wait to slide my cock into this tight little ass. I want you so much here.” He applied a little more pressure as she undulated on Ben’s cock and enjoyed the soft, delighted sound she made as his fingertip breached her rim. She slowed her up-and-down movements, pushing back against his fingers.

“You want my cock here, don’t you?”

Camilla laid her head against Ben’s shoulder and looked back at him, pleading in her eyes. Quinten smiled at her, wanting to give her whatever she needed but unwilling to rush their exploration of each other. Ben reached between them and found her clit, judging by her moan. Quinten withdrew his fingertip and pressed against her anus with two fingers. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she bit her lip as her movements became wilder and stronger.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please!”

Ben gripped her hips firmly and guided her up-and-down movements. “Yes, sugar. I love fucking you so much. That’s right.”

She sat upright, and Quinten felt triumphant for her as he watched her take her pleasure. Ben rubbed her clit as Quinten stroked in and out of her back opening with each thrust. She gave a wild cry as her ass clenched on his fingers, and then she ground down tight against Ben and screamed as her orgasm hit her so hard tears leaked from behind her tightly shut eyelids.

“Yes! Oh, yes!”

Ben groaned as he held on to her, breathing raggedly as he thrust one last time and stilled, a deep, primal rumble coming from his chest, signaling his pleasure in release. Quinten slid his fingers from her ass, and she looked at him and breathlessly said, “As soon as I can move, I want your big cock in my ass, baby.”

“You sure you’re up to it?”

The smile of a seductive temptress graced her lips, and she glanced down at his throbbing erection. “I’m up to it if you’re up to it.”

Quinten counted himself as one of the good guys and wanted to go easy on her, but if she was demanding his cock in her ass, then she damn sure was going to get it. Definitely fearless, considering how big and hard she made him.

The little vixen gazed at him with pouty red lips and sultry eyes, and he was confronted by a truth. This mysterious side of her revealed that, in contrast, her normally sunny personality was his light. His oxygen. He had been hanging on day in and day out, contenting himself with working beside her when what he needed was her in his life—their lives—permanently.

Ben and Camilla were perched on the edge of the tub, their bodies still entwined. Quinten didn’t want to take her ass the first time while standing in the tub. He wanted her to be relaxed and comfortable. Regardless of her bravado, she’d said it had been a while, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

He climbed from the tub, and Ben looked up at him, appearing ready for what came next. Only one word was needed. “Bed.”

He left the bathroom and grabbed the lube and a condom from the box in the bedside table. He could hear Ben and Camilla’s quiet conversation as he lifted her off his lap and helped her stand. They weren’t in there very long, and he recalled concerns he’d had early on about a ménage.

One day, after finally admitting that they were both attracted to her, the fact that so many men chose to share women in Divine had come up. He was as possessive as any red-blooded man, but when Ben had voiced the question to him, the thought of sharing Camilla with him hadn’t created the storm of denial and emotion that he’d thought it would.

He was satisfied that he felt no jealousy that Ben had her undivided attention at the moment. In fact, Quinten was glad he had it because he felt sure the walls were coming down between the two of them. Normally easygoing, Ben clearly had shown that he was territorial and protective where Camilla was concerned. The increase in tension between the two of them the last few months had coincided with Ben admitting to his desire for her and falling deeper in love with her.

The same was true for him. He knew what it was like to be involved with someone who didn’t feel the same way he did. Camilla was his light, and because Quinten knew the difference, he vowed to himself to do whatever he could to help her find her permanent place in their lives.