Loving In Silver: Hot, Wild And Crazy Part 12

Maggie caught her breath as they approached what was essentially a new house. The snow, light flakes floating on the wind, sparkled in the sunlight as they swirled and danced. There was a magical quality to it and she knew that her grandfather would approve. The windows he had designed had been taken from the front of the house and incorporated into the turret of the small, Victorian-style house. The room it was attached to was their children's playroom.

It had taken the dedication of a very large crew to finish it in the time that they had. The weather had cooperated by not dumping several feet of snow in the area. The temperatures, too, had been milder than was normal.

"I still can't believe how beautiful the house is," Ethan said as they got out.

Max put an arm around Maggie's waist, steadying her as they made their way up to the wide porch that wrapped around two sides of the house. She admired the stick and ball trim, the beautiful arches they formed around the porch, as she did each time since it had been put up.

"It is amazing, isn't it? The snow falling around it makes it all the more special."

Sean opened the door and stepped forward to sweep Maggie up into his strong arms. He cradled her against his chest as he carried her over the threshold and into the entryway with its curved stairway.

Maggie looked up to where the banisters surrounded the upper floor on three sides. There were four bedrooms, a playroom, and a laundry room. Their bedroom was on the right and took up all of one side of the second floor.

Something caught her eye as she looked above her head to the chandelier. She chuckled as she saw the ball of mistletoe dangling from a red satin ribbon. Strong arms slid around her waist from behind as Sean leaned down to kiss her. Their mouths met gently, without pa.s.sion, a sweet kiss that touched her heart.

When the kiss ended, Max helped her out of her coat. A moment later she was being led upstairs to their room. Once inside, she turned to face her three husbands. While some might not have considered them handsome, she believed they were the most beautiful men on earth.

And they believed she was perfect. Maggie liked that. She loved them for it.

They were staring at her. "What?"

They smiled. "You're gorgeous in that dress," Sean told her, his voice husky, his blue eyes filled with desire. "I don't believe I've ever seen a more beautiful bride."

"Our bride," Ethan said, moving closer. "Our beautiful Maggie."

Maggie could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. Max reached up to carefully lift the small tiara from her head. He carried it to her dresser and placed it on top. Ethan kneeled at her feet, unzipping her boots. She lifted each foot so he could pull them off. Sean stepped behind her to remove the shrug before unzipping her dress. Within seconds she was standing there in an ivory corset, garter belt, blue thong, and stockings.

Their gazes roamed over Maggie, from the wild ma.s.s of dark auburn curls running over her shoulders and down her back, to her polished toenails. She was in no way surprised when their gazes lifted to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, lovingly cradled in satin.

"Are you just going to leave me standing here? It's kinda hard to make a baby all by myself." As s.e.xy as she felt, she would be glad to get out of the corset. She would give them all the encouragement they needed to help her out of it. She doubted it would take long. She gave Ethan her best sa.s.sy look. She saw him light up and he headed in her direction. Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around his neck. She kissed his chin. "Now what? I hope you guys have something fun planned."

Ethan winked. "Of course we do. This is a moment we've been waiting for."

Sean stepped up behind her, lowering his head to kiss her shoulder. "Mmm, I could kiss your soft skin forever."

"And I could let you."

Maggie moaned as his mouth moved up along her neck to nuzzle behind her ear, sending tiny shivers of pleasure over her skin. Her nipples puckered into tight knots and her belly tightened. She missed his mouth at once when Sean stopped kissing her. She felt his fingers at the back of her neck. Her grandmother's necklace slipped away. She heard it being placed on the top of the dresser. Then he was back, his hands reaching around to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Max moved in on them. She looked up and saw the heat in his gray eyes. She felt his fingers at her hip, sliding beneath the elastic of the thong. He pulled and it snapped, falling away. The grin he gave her promised all sorts of wicked things.

"You better follow through with the promise I see in your eyes," Maggie told him, her voice sounding husky to her ears.

Max grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her as he pressed close. She was surrounded by her men and loving it. Her arms tightened around Ethan's neck. His c.o.c.k was pressed against her middle. Sean was equally aroused and rubbing himself against her in a way that left no doubt what was on his mind.

They stepped away from her one by one and began taking off their clothes. They had lost the jackets to their tuxes hours before. Maggie laughed when Ethan looked so relieved when he removed the black bowtie. It went sailing somewhere to his left. Max already had his shirt off and was working on the belt. She turned slightly to see Sean kicking off his polished boots. She hadn't bothered to ask the men to wear shoes and not boots. Though as handsome as any models she had ever seen, the idea of dressing up in tuxes for their wedding had made them wince, whine, and grumble. They were cowboys and not city slickers. So, hats and boots it was.

All stripped down and looking delicious, Sean, Ethan, and Max stood in front of her. Maggie's mouth watered for more than a taste. Her body ached in all the right places. These were her men and she was their woman.

Trembling with antic.i.p.ation, she reached up to touch each of their faces. Her fingertips stroked along strong jaws. They each needed to shave again, especially Max, but she didn't mind the added sensory stimulation of having their hair-roughened skin rubbing against her. She trembled again when Sean reached out and all but yanked her against his body.

"Put your arms around my neck." Maggie did so. He cupped her a.s.s with his big hands. Obviously removing the corset had been put on hold. "Now, get up here, baby, and put your legs around me."

A moment later Maggie had her legs wrapped around Sean's waist, the head of his blood-engorged c.o.c.k poking at her. Sean grinned at her before giving her a hard, quick kiss. Then he was guiding his c.o.c.k to her clenching p.u.s.s.y. She slid down the length with a moan, her eyes closing as pleasure rippled through her body. Her legs tightened around Sean. She waited for her body to adjust to the size of his c.o.c.k. It filled her, stretching her so much she always wondered how he fit. Or any of them for that matter. All her men were nicely endowed.

"Ride me, baby," Sean told her, his voice thick with pa.s.sion. His hands were gripping her a.s.s, his jaw rubbing against hers.

The nibbling across her shoulders caused Maggie's back to arch. Max's callused hands stroked along her sides as his mouth explored her shoulders and neck. He stroked the sides of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and her underarms with the tips of his fingers. Tendrils of fire licked over her skin. She became so hot in a matter of seconds, she could barely stand it.

With her breathing ragged, Maggie waited for what they would do next. Sean had begun to move, the man's strength impressing her. Their power was a huge turn-on. His c.o.c.k slid in and out of her cream-slicked p.u.s.s.y. Max's c.o.c.k was pressed between the rounded globes of her a.s.s, teasing her a.s.shole. His hips countered Sean's every thrust, driving her mad with l.u.s.t.

When Maggie heard a low, somewhat tortured groan, she opened her eyes and glanced to the side. Ethan was sprawled out on the end of the bed, his legs wide, leaning on an elbow as he watched them while stroking his c.o.c.k. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched around Sean's long, thick shaft. He groaned and swooped in for another hard, scorching kiss, their teeth and lips clashed, their tongues danced and dueled. Maggie sucked on Sean's tongue for a moment before releasing it so she could nip his lower lip with her teeth.

As they kissed and f.u.c.ked, Max was pushing lubed fingers through the guarding ring of muscles. Her a.s.shole twitched and protested for a moment. There was a slight pinch of pain and she forced herself to relax as much as she could. Sean stilled as Max slid his fingers in and out of her a.s.shole, scissoring them, stretching her carefully so he could take her with as little discomfort as possible. When she felt him pull his fingers out, there was only a moment's pause before he was pressing the head of his c.o.c.k against her waiting a.s.shole.

The four of them groaned in unison as Max pushed up into her body. She was now riding the two of them. Ethan was obviously enjoying the show. Long, callused fingers slid between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and Sean's chest. Max dipped into the top of the corset. Finding a rigid nipple, he pinched it. Sean yelped and Maggie guessed that Max had snagged a chest hair or two. She giggled and kissed him, even as the two men began to move within her.

"f.u.c.k, Maggie, you're so hot and tight." Max groaned the words against her ear. He pinched her nipples again, and then slid one hand downward until his fingers found her c.l.i.t, where it was rubbing against Sean's c.o.c.k. "I love being buried in your a.s.s."

The men's counter thrusts, the hands doing magic things to her body, pushed Maggie closer to the edge. Her o.r.g.a.s.m was only the right touch away. The men had never failed to give her the most exquisite climaxes, sending her off like a rocket. Max continued to stroke the slick little nub as both he and Sean thrust into her, his touch generating what felt like little bolts of electricity. Her body twitched. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched, dripping juices over Sean's slickened shaft.

"Faster! Harder! Now, please!" Maggie begged, her legs tightening around Sean's hips.

Strong teeth bit into her shoulder. It was all she needed to be sent flying into the sky, her back arching, her fingernails digging into Sean's powerful shoulders. In a matter of moments they followed her. She saw flashes and stars behind her eyelids as her body bowed tautly, jerking hard.

"Maggie," Sean whispered, then groaned as his c.o.c.k hardened and began to pulse within her throbbing p.u.s.s.y. "Oh, f.u.c.k, Maggie!"

Max thrust once more into the tight, dark channel. Her muscles were gripping his c.o.c.k. She was vaguely aware that he was having difficulty moving. His moans of pleasure were accompanied by the powerful jerking of his body as his b.a.l.l.s emptied. His hands held her by the hips and she suspected she would have bruises by morning.

Maggie didn't care. She was limp between them, groaning as they stepped away and she lowered her legs. Her feet touched the soft carpet. She rested against Sean for a moment, before tipping her head back to look up at him. He smiled, lowering his head to kiss her swollen lips.

Then she was turning to kiss Max. She slid her hands down to his a.s.s and gave the firm mounds a squeeze before turning her attention to Ethan. The man was still on the bed, still stroking his c.o.c.k. She raised an eyebrow as he crooked a finger at her.

"Come on, sweetheart. Ride this bad boy."

Throwing back her head, Maggie laughed. She walked toward him, stopping between his spread legs. She kneeled at the foot of the bed and leaned forward to begin licking his b.a.l.l.s. His loud moan was her reward, but she knew she could get more noises out of him. Stroking his perineum with the flat of her tongue, she licked back up to his b.a.l.l.s, teasing each, before sucking them one at a time into her mouth. As she did so she rubbed the tight rosette of his a.s.shole with the tip of her finger, working it in as his hips began to move, pressing closer. It only took a moment to find what she was looking for.

The noise Ethan was making was hilarious. If she hadn't had one of his b.a.l.l.s in her mouth, she would have laughed. As it was, Maggie hummed around them, sucking and licking, watching as he vigorously stroked his c.o.c.k. They moaned together as he came. She released his sac and rose to her feet. He arched off the bed, his body straining as ropes of pearly c.u.m splattered over his taut abs.

Maggie unfastened the garters and unlaced the front of the corset. She peeled it off and tossed it aside. Then she was rolling down the stockings and kicking them off her toes. She jumped a little, startled, when a warm washcloth was swiped over her tender parts. Max laughed and tossed the cloth toward the bathroom. He threw another at Ethan.

She crawled up onto the bed with a smile and wasn't surprised when Sean and Max followed. Pressing herself to Ethan's side, she ran her finger down the valley between his abs, scooping up the gooey liquid and carrying it to her lips. She sucked his c.u.m off her fingertip, grinning when Ethan growled and his brown eyes filled with heat.

When Maggie was suddenly tumbled onto her back and swarmed by three hunky husbands, she knew she had found the right place for herself. She belonged with them. They matched her perfectly.

Ethan rose above her, pressing himself between her legs, and grinned down at her. She shivered as his hairy chest brushed over her over-sensitized nipples. "My turn to try to make a baby," he told her with a grin. His eyes sparkled with mischief. "I have super sperm. It'll just push Sean's out of the way."

Maggie stared at her husband for a moment, and then burst out laughing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her mouth for a kiss after her laughter faded away. Ethan captured her moan of pleasure as he guided his c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y.

She had a lot to look forward to in her future, not the least of which was super sperm.

Ethan woke to hands stroking over his body. He groaned and rolled over onto his back as one particularly bold hand slid over his hip and took hold of his c.o.c.k. Slow, steady strokes brought him fully awake. He opened his eyes to look up at Max. His husband was smiling tenderly at him. How many times had he awakened in just this manner? Thousands of times. Waking up with his men had always been a wonderful experience. They had been so fortunate to find one another so early in their lives. They had grown together, had experienced love, and had been committed to one another.

Wrapping his arms around Max's broad shoulders, Ethan pulled him down, their chests pressing together. Max lowered his head and gave him a quick kiss.

"What time is it?"

"Early." Max kissed him again as his hand slid down over Ethan's b.a.l.l.s, cupping them firmly. He moaned and accepted another kiss. "Now, how should we celebrate the first morning of our marriage?"

Marriage. Husband. It sounded perfect to Ethan. He loved his men. And now they had Maggie and he loved her as much or more. He couldn't believe how blessed his life was and would never take it for granted.

Spearing his fingers through Max's dark hair, Ethan brought the man's head down for another kiss. This one was longer, deeper, pa.s.sion growing by leaps and bounds as their tongues dueled. He moaned as his b.a.l.l.s and c.o.c.k was stroked. They only parted long enough for Max to get a condom and the lube. Within moments slick fingers were r.i.m.m.i.n.g his a.s.shole, pressing in as the muscles eased. He pushed against them, eager to get to the good stuff, Max's big c.o.c.k filling his a.s.s.

"I want you," he whispered. "Please."

Max kissed his nose. Ethan loved it. Though they were probably considered big, bada.s.s cowboys and firefighters, he loved the tender moments like these that they were able to share. Maybe it was because they had been together since they were teenagers and they hadn't learned anything else. They treated each other with respect and love. Desire, pa.s.sion, and l.u.s.t all took a backseat to those two things, because those were what solid relationships were built upon.

"I want you, too." Ethan pulled his legs back and Max moved so that he could position his c.o.c.k at Ethan's twitching hole. They stared at one another as Max pushed forward, his c.o.c.k stretching him, "Oh, yes, just like that." Pleasure washed over him in warm, gentle waves as Max buried his c.o.c.k to the hilt, his b.a.l.l.s slapping against Ethan's a.s.s. Ethan locked his ankles over Max's hips as Max braced himself above him. His fingers curled around thick biceps.

They moaned together as Max began to move. He went slowly at first, but quickening as the fire grew between them, his hips driving forward. Powerful muscles bunched in Max's broad shoulders as he lowered his torso. Their chests rubbed together as Max captured Ethan's mouth in a rough, bruising kiss, their tongues tangling, their breath stolen away.

With his b.a.l.l.s and c.o.c.k being crushed by Max's body, Ethan could only rely on the friction from the other man's body to give him any relief. He shuddered and moaned, his back arching, allowing Max to bury his c.o.c.k even deeper in Ethan's body. Every thrust pegged his prostate, sending shockwaves of intense pleasure shooting through him. He was so close. He could feel the tightening of his muscles, the telltale tingling at the base of his spine. His b.a.l.l.s pulled close to his body. His o.r.g.a.s.m hit him like a tidal wave just as Max released his ravaged mouth. He gasped, his body bucking off the mattress, his muscles clamping down on Max's c.o.c.k. The other man's deep, ragged groan told him that Max was closing in on his own o.r.g.a.s.m. A moment later he felt Max's thick c.o.c.k hardening. c.u.m pumped from his husband's b.a.l.l.s, causing his c.o.c.k to throb within the tight ring of muscles.

Sighing, happier than he could ever remember being in his life, Ethan wrapped his arms around Max, holding on until necessity forced them apart. Drowsy, he was ready to go back to sleep. He felt the bed dip. Strong arms pulled him close and he snuggled against Max's chest.

Ethan was nearly asleep when Max's voice penetrated the fog in his brain. "By the way, my ninja sperm took out your super sperm."

He patted the wide, hairy chest. "Only in your dreams, big boy. Only in your dreams."

Max eased out of the bed and went into the bathroom for a shower. The hot water felt great on his aching muscles. The night had been a marathon of hot, wild, and crazy s.e.x, tempered by bouts of soft lovemaking between times. With four lovers it was easy to get carried away. There had been times when Max hadn't believed he could get it up, yet had been coaxed by warm hands and mouths until he was ready to go again.

They had certainly made their wedding night a memorable one. Max chuckled and finally reached for the soap. He washed his body and hair, rinsing off under the pounding spray. He then left the shower reluctantly.

Yawning, Max dried off and tossed the towel into the hamper before turning off the light and heading back into the bedroom. He was ready for a few hours of sleep. Rest was needed, if he was going to keep up with three lovers. He grinned as he saw Sean and Maggie coming into the bedroom. Whatever they had been doing had left them flushed with color.

"Where have the two of you been?" he asked. He didn't bother lowering his voice. Ethan was out for the count, his face buried in a pillow.

"We went for a snack."

Max chuckled as he lifted the blanket and slid in beside Ethan. The man turned toward him at once, an arm sliding over Max's stomach. "Is that what they're calling it these days?" He laughed outright as Maggie's fair skin turned a bright pink. "You look like a traffic flare."

A pillow was picked up and tossed in his direction. "I didn't know I was marrying a comedian. I'll have you know, that Sean made a cheese and ham concoction in the slow cooker. It'll be ready by the time we manage to drag ourselves out of bed." Maggie looked at the man sleeping beside Max. Her expression was tender. "I think we wore him out."

Sean pulled Maggie close and kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry about him. His batteries will be all charged, when he wakes up."

As incredible as it was, Max felt his c.o.c.k perk up as his gaze swept over Maggie's lush body. He couldn't believe it. Then it deflated beneath the blanket and he chuckled to himself. Ethan wasn't the only one needing his batteries re-charged.

"Coming back to bed?" he asked, looking at them expectantly. He loved when they were all piled in the bed together, snuggled close under the blankets. It was one of the things he loved about winter. As cowboys on a working ranch, they didn't get to stay in bed often.

Maggie grabbed Sean's hand and began leading him toward the bathroom. "We'll just take a shower first. We shouldn't be long."

Sean laughed, winking at Max. "She's bet me she can get it up again. I've tried to tell her that she's worn us all out, but she doesn't believe me."

"You need to be more positive," she quipped, slapping Sean on the a.s.s. Maggie shrieked as Sean growled and lunged for her.

Max shook his head as they disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. He would put his money on Maggie winning their bet. Reaching out, he turned off the lamp on the bedside table. Then he was arranging his body beside Ethan's and settling down to sleep. Soft, warm breath stirred the hairs on his chest. He could feel his husband's heart beating, steady and strong. As he fell asleep, Max whimsically believed that their hearts were beating in unison.

A groan left Sean's throat as Maggie won the bet. His c.o.c.k was once again hard and willing to play. The water beat down on them, rinsing away the lather covering their bodies. She was a siren, a temptress, a wickedly delightful lover and she had proven that he would succ.u.mb to her one more time.

"You're trying to kill me," Sean complained halfheartedly, reaching beyond her to turn off the water. "There won't be anything left by the time you're finished."

Maggie slid a finger over his left nipple as she looked up at him with her gorgeous green eyes. "But what a way to go," she said with a wink, laughing as she stepped out of the huge shower stall to grab a towel from the warming bar. "I still have to make up for lost time."

"Then I guess it's a good thing that there are three of us."

A silvery laugh filled the room and his heart. There was so much to Maggie. She was incredible and Sean knew that he, Max, and Ethan were incredibly fortunate to have this woman in their lives. She completed them, complimented what they'd already had. Well, she and her children did. They were an important part of their combined future. He, Max, and Ethan loved being fathers to the three rambunctious children.

After drying off, Sean followed Maggie into the bedroom. They were in one another's arms almost the moment they hit the huge bed. She stroked a hand down over his chest as his own hand wandered from her breast to her hip and back again. He plucked at her puckered nipple, rolling it between his fingers, until she was moaning with pleasure. Lowering his head, Sean took it between his lips to begin suckling.

Two could play this game. Sean slid his hand down her stomach to the mound covered by the neatly trimmed, dark red curls. Parting the damp flesh, he found her c.l.i.toris and began stroking it with his finger. It was swollen and stiff beneath his touch, begging for his attention. Maggie's breathing quickened and her hips began to undulate, matching his strokes, encouraging him silently. Her fingernails curled into the flesh of his shoulder as she came, her body twisting on the bed. Sean lifted his head to watch Maggie as her o.r.g.a.s.m raced through her. It was a beautiful thing to watch and he would never tire of it. Once she had collapsed onto the bed, panting, he dropped a kiss on her parted lips. When she opened her eyes, they were sparkling like jewels. He grinned before kissing her again.

"Wow!" Maggie blinked.

Grabbing the blankets, Sean pulled her close and covered them. She turned onto her side to cuddle against Ethan. He spooned against her back, nearly groaning aloud when he felt his d.a.m.n c.o.c.k begin to stir. When he was around her, he was like a h.o.r.n.y teenager.

Forcing himself to ignore it, Sean took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He pointedly ignored Maggie's knowing snicker.

Wincing as she tried to tame her hair, Maggie was in a hurry to get downstairs. The breakfast Sean had made in the slow cooker smelled amazing. The aroma had awakened them all. Now her stomach was growling. She hadn't eaten much the night before, at the reception. She had still been a little nervous, too much so to do more than nibble at what food was on her plate.

Now her stomach was demanding she put something in it. Grimacing, Maggie put the comb aside, found a hair clip, and scooped all of her hair up and fastened it to the top of her head. For good measure, she added two sparkly combs Emily had given her for her last birthday. They would help keep the mess in place.

Maggie smoothed her hands over the moss green, long-sleeved shirt and black stretchy pants she was wearing. She hoped she looked casual and not too frumpy. She hoped she looked refreshed, too. She couldn't believe that they had enjoyed a marathon of hot, sweaty s.e.x. Her husbands had the stamina of young bulls. Not that she was complaining, because she wasn't. It felt d.a.m.n good to be found so desirable.

Shoving her feet into a pair of sparkly green slippers her children had chosen for her while they were out shoe shopping, she headed downstairs and to the kitchen. Her men were in the process of setting plates of food around the table. Coffee was being poured, the aroma drawing her directly to it.

Max headed her off with a smile. With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her back to the table. "Go sit down. Relax. We've got everything under control."

"But I need coffee," Maggie said, giving him her best pout. She batted her eyelashes for good measure.

"Yeah, we know." Ethan laughed. "There is no way we're going to withhold your caffeine. We're good-looking, not idiots."