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  Liebling, Texas 3

  Corralling the Stones,

  Part 2: The Taming

  Things are hot and heavy in Lily Chisholm’s workshop, where more than furniture is getting nailed. Finally, everything is coming together—the furniture, color swatches, and she and the Stone twins, Jackson and Ethan—and running the way she dreamed it would. But just when Lily thinks she can’t get enough of her naughty twins, her long-kept secret is revealed, and it threatens to tear the three of them apart for good.

  When one twin forgives while the other one just wants to forget Lily ever came into his life, Lily must decide for herself whether to pursue her career or follow her heart. To top of it off, she still has to tread her way through old family feuds, meddling older brothers, and figuring out where she truly belongs.

  Little do Lily and her men know, they are in the eye of a gathering storm where family tension and old enemies can strike any moment with more devastating force than they ever anticipated.

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  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 40,417 words

  CORRALLING THE STONES, PART 2: THE TAMING

  Liebling, Texas 3

  Ava Mitchell

  Sydney Holiday

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

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  CORRALLING THE STONES, PART 2: THE TAMING

  Copyright © 2011 by Ava Mitchell and Sydney Holiday

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  CORRALLING THE STONES, PART 2: THE TAMING

  Liebling, Texas 3

  AVA MITCHELL AND SYDNEY HOLIDAY

  Copyright © 2011

  Chapter One

  Light danced over Ethan Stone’s eyelids, and he popped them open. The first thing he was aware of was that the sheets around him were cool. Then he smelled her. That soft perfume that lingered only on Lily Chisholm’s skin and in her hair.

  Mmm. Any day was a good day when he got to wake up next to her.

  He stretched until his arms and legs fell back onto the bed and then adjusted his pillows behind him. He was about to get up and look for her when he heard her soft footfalls drawing near. Then he really started waking up. He sat up just a tad higher on the pillows and watched as she sauntered over to him in Jackson’s white undershirt, her nipples poking at the almost see-through material. Ethan’s cock went from relaxed to ready-to-fuck in the span of a second, and his eyes were glued to the sight of the shirt’s hem dancing around the tops of her toned thighs.

  Ethan gulped. Holy shit. He had never been this floored by a woman before, but looking at Lily with her wild, I-had-awesome-sex-last-night hair as it tumbled around her face, wisps of it getting caught in her eyelashes, Ethan could not help but fall even more under her spell. He could finally understand the whole Helen of Troy thing. Going to war for the woman he loved would be the natural choice if someone tried to take his Lily away. She was his, damn it. His and Jackson’s. And he would go to great—he looked down—lengths to keep her.

  Ethan stared as she came closer and thanked his lucky stars she was there. Her graceful, high-arched feet soundlessly landed on the floor, and by the time she came to a stop at the edge of the bed, he was panting like a wild bull. She stood above him, just close enough for him to touch her, and his gaze took her in from her ankles, her calves, her thighs…her slit.

  Goddamn, she was not wearing panties. The woman was out to give him a heart attack.

  “Damn, Lily.” He almost croaked the words, but he could not hide the hunger in his tone.

  The woman just gazed down at him, her lips still pink and puffy from last night. “I could say the same thing.”

  She stepped toward him so the front of her thighs touched the mattress and ran her fingers down his chest, brushing the fine layer of blond hair there. His whole body tightened in response when he did not think he could get any harder. He was primed, ready. Lily Chisholm, the woman of his dreams, was looking down at him, her eyes soft yet full of invitation, and she was practically naked. He wanted to howl at the moon and beat his chest—all that stupid shit victorious men did when their mates returned their affections. Instead, he curled his hand around the back of her calf and, holding her heated gaze, slid it up and up until his fingers brushed over her pussy lips. They were already damp and slick with her cream.

  She groaned and bit her lip, the soft flesh pillowing around her teeth. “Ethan.”

  “Just getting started. Relax. We’ve got all morning.”

  He parted her lips with
a fingertip. Her girl-lube slicked his way, and he found her clit, hot and swollen. He circled her little bud with a light touch, barely making contact with it. It was moments such as this that made him realize how intimate it was for a woman to let a man this close, how much of a gift it was. It was in moments like this that they let someone bigger and stronger in when at their most vulnerable, and Ethan felt pathetically grateful she had chosen him and his brother.

  He could smell the sex between them, and tension buzzed like an electric current between their bodies. Already, her lips and cheeks blushed pink, making her glow.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he whispered.

  Her eyes widened, but she did as he said. The moment she did, he shifted toward her then flicked his tongue between her pussy lips, flicking her swollen, engorged clit.

  “Ethan,” she groaned. Her fingers wound through his hair, and she opened her legs more for him.

  Fuck, yes. Yes, yes.

  She was so juicy and creamy for him, so succulent and wet, like a peach in the middle of a hot summer afternoon. He buried his face between her legs and licked at her pussy until she trembled around his face and her breathing came in hitched, almost hiccupped bursts. He loved the sounds she made.

  “Ethan…”

  Yeah, she was close. He could taste it. He let his tongue drag from her delectable cunt to her swollen clit, and he swept the entire flat surface over it, giving her a good, solid lick. Then he did it again.

  “Shit, Ethan. Oh, my God. I’m close.” Her legs wobbled, and she planted a hand on his torso, her fingers digging into his flesh.

  He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit and pressed his index and middle fingers inside her pussy at the same time, then curled them forward and rubbed her sweet spot. Her fleshy cunt gripped him tight, and his cock jumped in response. But he wanted her to come first.

  With his free hand, Ethan spread her pussy lips farther apart, drawing her little clit from its hood. She was all his now, completely open to every sensation. Just how he liked it. He used the flat of his tongue and moved it in tight circles, not giving her a moment’s reprieve from the undiluted pleasure he wanted her to have.

  Lily came apart in seconds, her whole body shaking and trembling. Her knees gave out and she pitched forward, but he rose up and gathered her up in his arms, clutching her tight as she trembled and twitched in his grip. Her hair fell over his skin like a caress of silk, and her soft cries of “Ethan, Ethan” went to his head like a shot of whiskey. They fueled his desire, brought out the side of him that did not want to be gentle.

  With more force than he intended, Ethan positioned Lily so that she straddled his hips, her knees resting on either side of him. What a beautiful sight it was to see her thighs splayed wide over his hard, aching dick, inviting him to close the space between their bodies.

  Gripping her ass for leverage, he lowered her over his cock. The moment the head pressed into her, he bit out a curse. Her warm, slick cunt pulsed around him with the aftershocks of her orgasm, tempting him to come right then and there.

  “Oh, damn, Lily,” he gritted out, “your pussy—so fucking luscious.”

  “More,” she groaned. “I need…”

  He shifted his hips up and fucked into her, forcing the rest of his dick as far as it could go into her warm, fleshy cunt.

  Lily collapsed forward, catching herself against him with her palms. Her nails dug into his chest, and she made a little squeaking sound as she shifted her hips back.

  “Ohhh, God.”

  Her cunt muscles clamped down on him, and he swore his eyes crossed. She hugged him so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from plowing away at her pussy like some horny teenager—but that was what she did to him. She made him lose any semblance of control and civility when all he wanted to do was make her feel so damn good.

  Lily rose up on her knees and took him in a slow slide, her body gripping him like it never wanted to let him go. Little bells went off in his head. She felt so good, so fucking good. It was amazing. He could stay in the tight glove that was her pussy forever. Then she slid down a couple inches, tilting her pelvis toward his so that her clit brushed against the base of his cock.

  Holy shit.

  “Ohh, Ethan.” Her head lolled back on her shoulders, but he wrapped his hand around her neck and made her look him dead in the eye.

  “Stay with me, babe. Ride me. Yeah, that’s it. Use me, Lily. Use me. Come again.” His voice was low and rough, even to his ears, but he really did not give a shit.

  She sank down on him again and again, going so slowly he thought his balls would burst with his agonizing desire to wait until she came so he could watch, so he could look into her eyes as they went blank and wild with passion.

  Her tits swayed and bounced with her movements, her berried peaks tempting him to steal a taste. So he did. He shifted his upper body and wrapped his lips around her nipple. Then he sucked on it. Lily gripped the back of his head and pumped her hips faster, using his cock like a joystick for her carnal pleasure. All he could think was fuck, fuck, fuck as she rode him for all he was worth, her pussy massaging his cock from head to base, making him go out of his damn mind.

  He let that nipple pop out of his mouth and went for the other one, gripping it lightly between his front teeth as he lashed his tongue against the very tip. Her throaty groans turned into high-pitched cries, and she started moving faster. Then she changed the angle of her hips and sat on him. Hard.

  Ethan decided he had waited long enough.

  He gripped her hips and took control of the rhythm, pumping her up and down, making sure her clit hit his cock with each stroke. Her pussy gripped him tighter, and he felt the fluttering an instant before her mouth fell open in a surprised O.

  “Come, Lily,” he urged between clenched teeth.

  He fucked into her harder, faster. Limp, she tried to bury her face in his shoulder, but he cupped the back of her head and kept her in place. Just few more strokes… She jerked her hips and clamped down on him, and his eyes locked on hers the moment before she came all around his cock. How intimate it was to feel her every pulse and sigh as he watched everything play out across her face.

  Her whole body tightened above his, and her hips jerked as he fucked her, her body eking out every second of pleasure it could. Her pussy rippled around his cock, and he just about spontaneously combusted. Pleasure radiated from where they were joined and diffused through his entire body.

  His orgasm kicked him from behind. His lower back tightened, and then sensation washed over him, and he let himself get caught up in it. He did not hide anything from her. He surged up and into her multiple times, her pussy wringing out every spasm of pleasure until there was nothing left.

  But it still was not enough.

  Before the pulses wound down, he rolled them over so that her warm body lay beneath his, their legs dangling off the side of the bed. Hell yes. Lily under him? What could be better?

  * * * *

  Lily basked in the sensations jolting through her. Even her fingertips sizzled. Holy crap, a girl could die from that sort of incandescent pleasure. It should be a sin. It really should. No man should ever be that good at giving her pleasure.

  She breathed in deep, her body gloriously pinned beneath Ethan’s lean yet muscular body. He smelled so good—so clean and cool—and he pretended he was so aloof and oh-so-over all of it. Yet when he touched her, he went from laid-back boy next door to fully trained and primed sex king. No, sex god.

  The glory of the morning quickie. It was wonderful.

  Today was going to be a good day. A great day.

  “Y’all up yet?” Jackson walked in, his jeans unzipped and his chest bare, toweling off his hair.

  And Lily’s desire kicked in again. Oh, God. If they kept this up, they would not get out of the room at a decent hour.

  Ethan’s hand trailed down her hip as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He quickly released it, but the damage was done. Her clit was thrumming
again. She spread her legs for Ethan’s thick fingers, and he did not disappoint. He rubbed them gently over her sensitive clit, spreading her moisture from her release all over, then he sank his fingers into her pussy.

  She moaned his name, but her eyes were fastened on Jackson as he dropped his towel and kicked the door closed. The bulge in his pants tripled in size until his cock rose up past the waistband and toward his belly button.

  The normal Lily was embarrassed that Jackson walked in on her while his brother worked her up into a frenzy with his hands and mouth, licking away any last traces of their previous round of sex. The greedy nymphomaniac who inhabited her body wanted nothing more than to have one of their cocks shoved deep in her pussy.

  Jackson hooked his thumbs in his waistband, pushed his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, then mounted the bed. “Damn, Lily. You look delicious.”

  He slid his hands under her ass and drew her toward him, and Ethan removed his fingers from her pussy. She groaned at the loss of that sensation, but then Ethan lifted his fingers up to his mouth and swiped them clean with his tongue. Her insides tightened, and she wet her lips in response, mimicking the movements of his mouth. Damn, she loved how they were not shy about anything when it came to her body. It made her feel free, as if she had nothing to be embarrassed about. The feeling was priceless. Then Jackson gave her a solid lick from cunt to clit and back again, and she collapsed backward.

  “Jackson,” she groaned.

  He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Yes, Lily?”