Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

riding him about being ten years older. Chase’s cheeks dimpled. “And well-hung. That gal’s just a young airhead. I think she’s banging that yogurt shop guy, Ben Pearson. He came in with a new tat that said he hearts Brittney. She’s the only Brittney I know.”
    Devin frowned. “I thought the yogurt guy was married to the hardware girl. Now, she’s more my type. Real feminine. Well-rounded, voluptuous. Reminds me of Kate Winslet. I can picture her in cowboy boots on horseback.”
    “You and your Kate Winslet fantasies. I wonder if the yogurt guy broke up with her. There’s something off about him, Dev. I can’t put my finger on it. Too much of a partier, maybe. I know his dad just bought him that shop to give him something to do, to keep him out of trouble, but he doesn’t spend much time there.” Chase was very professional in his standing as a Jack London Street merchant. He took it all totally seriously. He had to, to counteract any snooty suspicions citizens might have about a sex toy shop.
    “Yeah, he’s been at pretty much every party I’ve ever been to, yet I’ve never seen his hardware wife with him.” Devin luxuriated in a few second’s worth of revelry, imagining the Kate Winslet hardware gal straddling a sawhorse, perhaps handcuffed. How her tits would bounce when slapped with, say, one of those wooden sticks used to stir paint. He could tickle her neck with a feather duster and her lush lips would part slightly with the shivery ecstasy…
    “Speaking of hardware,” said Chase, “let me put away this new shipment. There are just those three customers left before I can lock the door.” Chase carried off a box of cock rings called Shrieking Os while Devin gave the Vulcan mind-meld to the three customers.
    Leave. Leave.
    The trio of women was examining some beautiful glass dildos. Leave. Leave. I want to suck my lover’s cock . Surprisingly, that worked. The lesbians suddenly jumped as though electrified and practically ran from the store. Devin was nearly as fast in finding the proper key among the dozens that jangled at his waist and locking the front door with a snap of his wrist.
    Devin had been wondering when his intense attraction to Chase would wear off, or at least plateau out. They’d known each other for two years, and wasn’t that past when the honeymoon usually was over? True, they’d only been sexually involved for the past year. The first year Devin had spent flirting with Chase, competing with the bevy of other bi or gay men who courted the model-turned-merchant. As a single cattle rancher who lived fifteen miles from Hell’s Delight, Devin found it difficult to come up with reasons to keep visiting a sex toy shop, so he was glad when he started seeing Chase around the country and western bar where Devin sometimes played guitar and sang for the hell of it. That’s when things had really heated up between them.
    Devin cornered Chase in the back storeroom where he was just putting the box of cock rings up on a high shelf. Plastering his crotch to Chase’s rounded ass, Devin squeezed one cheek while stilling the box with his other hand. He brushed his lips against Chase’s smoothly shaven neck and murmured, “Let’s try one of those out.” Sliding his hand around Chase’s tightly-packed crotch, he wasn’t surprised to feel the long, fat cock instantly expanding at his touch.
    “Too late,” purred Chase, cupping Devin’s hand in his palm.
    Devin knew that due to Chase’s admirable girth, it would be next to impossible to slip the ring on his erection. And he knew Chase’s tenacity. There was only one way his prick would deflate in the slightest without having an orgasm. Squeezing the plump cock again, he whispered, “Get out one in your size.”
    While Chase eagerly fumbled with the carton of solid cock rings to find one in his size, Devin took several long strides to the refrigerator. He chuckled as he snatched up an ice pack, priding himself on knowing his lover