Free Disorder in the House [How the West Was Done 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page A

her, you double-dealing traitor?”
    “Only that it was you who wrote the letter giving the information about Shady and Caeser Moxus.” Levi shrugged. “And that you’d done it while in a trance.”
    Garrett wiped his face with his hand in disgust and embarrassment, but Liberty wanted to know more about that prophetic letter. Levi had mentioned that it also foretold his own arrival in Laramie, that this new tattooed Indian agent would fall in love with—well, someone. She had cut Levi off before he could finish the sentence, and she now regretted it intensely.
    Their activity that had followed, though, Liberty embraced with her entire heart. For many nights she had dreamed that Levi Colter—now she knew his name! And he seemed to be attracted to her!—would do just that. Toss her down upon a table and ravish her with his sly, talented mouth. And she’d been right. He had the body of a man accustomed to working with his hands in the frontier, not one of those cushiony “captains of industry” with stomachs the consistency of a soufflé.
    When his athletic body had crushed her to the table, she had run her hands down his back to fondle his rear. She knew it was sluttish to spread her thighs like that, but really, being in the Far West had a way of making one feel that time was of the essence. Things were so fleeting and temporary here. People came and went. It was only a matter of time before either Levi or Garrett—or both together, from the sound of it—would be gone. So she had spread her thighs and wrapped them around his sinewy hips so she could massage the wonderfully muscular globes of his ass.
    Her pussy was so soaked and clenching she could hear the clammy squishing when he rubbed his long, fat erection against her. His clothed prick had found the slit in her drawers, and she nearly thought she’d reach that mythical hysterical paroxysm just from the friction. She could tell that he held back out of gentlemanly decorum. He refrained from unsheathing his penis and penetrating her, probably out of fear of being discovered by Garrett.
    But she would have welcomed that. God, she would have welcomed being penetrated by that man. She knew Levi Colter was her destiny. She was fully, irrevocably in love with him. Liberty was no virgin and had coupled with much lesser men she wasn’t in love with. It was fun to flirt, to tease the poor man to the point of spending in his pants. It made her feel feminine and powerful and had released an absolute gusher of her pussy juices, to feel his fat cock quiver and jump in the throes of orgasm as it smashed against her pussy lips. But if he would be gone tomorrow—then carpe diem!
    Liberty put her hand soothingly on Garrett’s arm. “It’s all right, Garrett. I believe that you truly are channeling this Irish fellow Paddy. Carpe diem, see? ‘Pluck the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.’”
    Garrett stuck out his lower lip. “If that board says not to trust the future, how are we supposed to believe what it tells us? If we can even figure out how to use it.”
    Levi said cheerfully, “I believe it’s fairly self-evident.” He placed the planchette on the board. “This stick must be a pointer that would spell out the letters of the words.”
    “Yes,” said Garrett. “But how do we operate it? With our minds ?” Throwing up his hands, he wandered to the other side of Simon’s study. “This is absurd. I’ll stick to doing it the way I have been. Alone.”
    “Yes,” Liberty agreed. “But it would be so much more fun if we could find a way for all of us to participate.”
    Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed that Levi leveled her with a warm, knowing glance then. His fingers were on the edge of the basket. “See this rim? I wonder what would happen if we all put our fingertips along the rim. There have been many stories of spirits being able to affect physical objects, during séances, for example. Floating trumpets playing. Objects