Free Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page B

him, which meant leaving one jiggling breast bouncing freely. Devin wanted nothing more than to slurp it up, but he had business to attend to. “I know. I didn’t expect I’d get that part right. Fits okay, though.”
    Chase had come forward, too, and Devin was pleasantly surprised to see him looking with avid, shining eyes at the bared tit. “We’ve got plenty of black stockings around, too, but we don’t carry shoes.”
    Devin had never had the pleasure of actually lacing this corset up for anyone. Chase did, often, but Chase had never seemed to care. It obviously affected Chase now as Devin cinched the laces tighter across Lacey’s back. Each precise tug caused the naked breast to jiggle, so Lacey covered both of them with her forearm. She must know she couldn’t do that forever.
    “There,” breathed Devin, taking Lacey by the upper arms. He led her to one of the many upright mirrors positioned about the store. To encourage her to display herself, he bent at the knees and took a big lick from the side of her neck. Her lily scent filled his nostrils, and he couldn’t resist nibbling at her shoulder. “Absolutely beautiful, Lacey.”
    He glanced at Chase, standing helplessly with his hands bound behind his back. Chase was used to many things. This was his store, after all. He was jaded, not easily impressed. And Devin could tell by the way Chase’s lower jaw hung askew that he was impressed now.
    “A collar would look good,” Chase suggested dumbly.
    The collar pegs were nearby, so Devin flipped one off and unsnapped it. It was black leather to match the corset, and Chase was right. When he snapped it around Lacey’s neck it nearly completed the look.
    “There’s even a little ring for a leash,” Chase pointed out.
    Inspired by Chase’s helplessness, Devin decided to push it a little farther. He stripped off his thin T-shirt and intensely watched Lacey’s face. He didn’t normally parade around the streets or the merchants association meetings shirtless, but he had a vague idea that he had an admirable torso. Sometimes he thought people were just wondering what his tattoos were, but both Incan bicep tattoos could be seen with the T-shirt on. Indeed, Lacey’s pupils dilated and her delectable lower lip shined as she watched him in the mirror.
    He glued his naked torso to her half-nude back and wrapped one arm across her breastbone. She still kept her forearm clamped to cover her nipples, but the direct contact with his skin made her eyes slide shut and her head wobbled slightly on a weak neck. “Now, Lacey,” he whispered into her ear in between slurps to her neck. “We need you to relax. I’m not a brutal satyr like Chase likes to think.”
    “He can be gentle,” Chase said helpfully.
    When Devin lifted her hand from her tit, she allowed him. His free hand slid up the corset to cup the naked breast that now swung freely. Soft, heavy, full in his hand. He hadn’t even touched the nipple when Chase felt obligated to say soothingly, “Easy, buckaroo.”
    Of course, Chase knew that Devin was about to shoot his load. He lightly touched the breast of this stunning, regal, yes, voluptuous woman, and it had been so long since he’d touched soft female skin he was overwhelmed with the sensation. Chase, of course, had soft skin, but this was different. Where Chase’s skin was velvet, Lacey’s skin was cream. And she had breasts. Big, rounded, aesthetically pleasing—
    Without forethought, Devin found himself on his knees in front of Lacey, yanking the black panties down to her feet. Wrapping his hands around her thighs and lifting her, setting her down on a bookshelf, knocking books about blowjobs and G-spots to the floor. From her perch here, she could still watch in the mirror, still admire his broad, muscular back, his shoulders deeply tanned from riding around the ranch, his tramp stamp.
    “Dear Mistress Lacey,” he said passionately. She looked beatific gazing down on him, her long strawberry