Diane [The Town of Pearl 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

“You want it in your sweet, wet cunt?” he asked, and she paused, opened her eyes, and looked at him. She slowly shook her head, and he nearly exploded in his own hand when she turned around, bent over and stroked a finger to her anus.

“Holy fuck,” Drake said from the side.

Mark fell to his knees as he bent her over the edge of the bed. He licked her cunt and anus from behind as he used his hands to spread her thighs. Diane gripped the edge of the bed, widened her stance, and moaned with every stroke of his tongue. Mark was on fire as he thrust a finger into her anus, testing the lubrication, wanting to be sure she could take his thick, hard cock. She was super wet.

“I’m going to fuck this ass so good, baby. It’s mine.” He thrust his fingers into her ass and she pressed back and began to ride his digits.

He stood up and slapped her ass. “Oh God.” She moaned out and then thrust back again. He pulled his fingers from her ass and landed a series of quick slaps to her ass. Her legs shook, and cream dripped from her cunt as she moaned and thrust her hips.

“Fuck, baby, here I come, my little naughty girl.”

He aligned his cock with her anus and slowly pushed the tip in. She tried trusting back but he wouldn’t allow her to take control. “I’m in charge, baby, not you. You want it?” he asked as she held his cock only slightly into her ass. She moved her fingers to her cunt and pressed down on the digits.

“Yes, now please, Mark, I need it.”

She begged for it and it drove his macho male ego to the breaking point. He grabbed her hips and shoved into her ass.

She moaned as he held himself within her and tried calming his breathing.

“Oh sweet God, Diane. You drive me fucking crazy.”

He felt her thrusting her fingers up into her cunt. He pulled out and thrust back into her ass setting a pace to match her fingers’ thrusts. In and out he rocked his hips and stared in admiration at her luscious body and the way his cock disappeared inside of her. Over and over again he stroked his cock faster, deeper until he couldn’t take the way her inner muscles locked onto his muscle. “Come with me, baby. Come with me now.” He reached under her and pulled hard on her nipple.

“Oh!” She screamed out and he ejaculated into her ass, rode out the aftershocks, and then wrapped an arm around her waist and hugged her to him. Diane fell to the bed, causing his cock to leave her ass. They both moaned.

He fell to his knees and hugged her as he licked, suckled, and kissed her skin from spine to each ass cheek as his legs gave out, and his heart roared with loved for her.

“I love you, baby. You just shocked the shit out of me and I loved every fucking minute of it.” He lifted up and kissed her neck and cheek. Her eyes were closed and her breathing began to calm.

“That was incredible.”

“You’re incredible,” Lucas whispered as he walked closer, carrying a washcloth. Mark looked up at Lucas and Drake, they were both smiling and his heart pounded with emotions, as his eyes welled up with tears.

This was what life was all about. This was what they all wanted and hoped for and then some. Diane was their everything, and nothing else mattered more. He needed to call off his part in the case. He didn’t care what the commander said, he was out. Diane and his brothers were his everything. Their safety, their lives were now his entire world.

* * * *

After breakfast the following morning, Mark disappeared to his office to take a call. Whoever it was, he seemed sincerely shocked and then his face went blank before he exited the room. Drake looked none the happier about the call or Mark’s actions and it made Diane feel that twinge of uncertainty about their commitment to her despite all the lovemaking. All three men made love to her together during the night, and she was in awe of her new seductress side and addiction to sex with them. The depth of emotions she felt when one of them was inside of her, never mind when all three men filled her at once, was life altering and amazing. She felt most content, most perfect in that moment of pure bliss.

She felt the hands on her shoulders as she looked around the workshop. Drake and Lucas were with her.

“Hey, what are you thinking about? You look serious.” Lucas caressed his knuckles lightly against her cheek.

She turned in his arms and placed her palms against his chest, rubbing them up and down, and loving the feeling of his hard muscles beneath. “I was just thinking about how I feel when you’re all inside of me.”

His hands caressed her back and then she felt Drake move in behind her and caress his palms along her ass cheeks squeezing them. “I love thinking about that, too, baby,” Drake whispered against her ear. She chuckled and then slowly stepped from their embrace. She didn’t look at them but could feel their strong, stern expressions. They got that way if she pushed away, or separated from them, or even stepped from their embrace when they wanted to hold her. They were very possessive, and she loved that about them. It made her feel important.

She ran her fingers along the dusty wood chips on the worktable and then glanced at them. Their expression showed exactly what she expected. They were on edge, and knew she wanted to talk. They avoided discussions of New York all night since dinner.

“I love being here with you guys,” she told them, and their expressions softened slightly.

“I love getting to know you, and seeing the different sides of your personalities.”

“Different sides of our personalities?” Drake asked.

She paused and looked at him. “I can tell that you like to be in charge and if something doesn’t go as you planned or how you like it or think it should be, you get pissed off and quiet.”

Lucas chuckled.

“And you, Lucas, don’t like to express your emotions verbally, yet I see them all in your eyes. Like when you’re angry, upset, concerned, and even aroused.”

“Hmm,” Drake mumbled and Lucas crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“I can also tell when Mark is hiding something or trying to not worry you guys, or me, maybe. He likes to be in charge, and wants order, organization, and flips out over chaos.”

“Or you bending over and letting him know you want his dick in your ass,” Drake told her, and she felt her cheeks warm as she shyly looked down and nibbled her bottom lip. Lucas chuckled this time and she glanced up at him, overjoyed that Drake’s statement and her actions caused that laugh. He was always so quiet and angry in the past, it was what worried her about getting to know him.

“Why did you move out here?” she asked, turning toward the various desks and just as both men answered simultaneously, she saw the picture of her on the work desk.

“Because of you,” they both said. She felt the tears reach her eyes, as she turned to look at them while touching the picture. “What do you mean?” she asked. Both men walked closer.

“Mark had told us about seeing you, meeting you here in Pearl. He was worried about us, and how we were closed off, distant, and angry after serving. He thought we needed to finally settle down. When we got here, we saw you in the park at one of the first fairs,” Drake told her.

She looked back at the picture and pulled the pushpin out, removed the picture from its position on the bulletin board, and stuck the pin back in. She looked at the picture as Lucas took her free hand. “I took that of you while you were laughing and enjoying conversation with some of your friends. You looked like an angel.”

She felt the tear roll down her cheek as she glanced up at him. “I saw you, too. All three of you that day.”

“You did?” Drake asked.

She nodded. “I’m not a person with a lot of self-confidence,” she told them and Drake raised one eyebrow in an adorable manner. She gave him a little shove to his shoulder. “Don’t base things on the lingerie show.”

“Let’s not even talk about that, New York, or the Internet pictures floating out there,” Lucas replied with annoyance. He still held her hand so she brought his knuckles up toward her mouth and kissed them.

“None of it was my fault or my idea. But, it changed my perspective on things, on how I was living my life.”

“How so?” Drake asked.

“Well, I never took any chances before. I liked things nice and organized, same routine, just stumbling through life as it passed me by. I was fine with that, or so I thought until Mark started to make his and your intentions and attraction to me show. I would watch you guys from afar. Heck, I even bought a clock that you guys made. I nearly fainted when Mark showed up to change my tire on the side of the road in the rain and he was so angry at me.”

“I sure as shit was,” Mark said from the doorway. He appeared as if he had been standing there for a while, with his arms crossed in front of his chest as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Well, you were quite intimidating, and then I found out that you reprimanded Willie, Paul, and Hank for not keeping watch over me.”

“You were their responsibility, but now you’re ours,” Drake told her, and she knew they all felt the same.

“I guess with you guys finally letting me know how you felt about me, and then that trip to Dallas and being pushed into modeling the lingerie, I finally felt alive. I felt like my life meant something, and that I actually caught your attention. It meant I wasn’t just ordinary, and plain, or average. I was someone special.”

“Aw, baby, you don’t even realize how special and beautiful you are,” Drake told her as he leaned forward and kissed her softly.

“You guys made me feel that way. Putting on the lingerie was done in the spur of the moment because the model passed out and no one else could do it. It wasn’t because they thought I was beautiful or had an exceptional body. They just needed someone to do it.”

“You have more than just an exceptional body. Hell, baby, you have curves, hips, ass, and everything we could ever desire in our woman,” Lucas said, and she smiled as he cupped her breast and gently ran his thumb along her nipple.

“Then why are you doing the show?” Mark asked firmly as he approached them.

She looked at him and swallowed hard.

“Because if I was average, if I didn’t have something special that they felt the world needed to see then why would numerous agents want me to model for them? Why would Monique ask, well beg, for me to do this catalogue? It made me feel even more important, and unordinary.”

“You aren’t ordinary, and it doesn’t have to take posing half-naked in some magazine in New York for you to have to feel special. We should be enough,” Mark stated.

She thought about that a moment. “I made a promise, and I’m going to keep it. I guess that’s kind of like your promise to the agency you work for, and to the agent who’s missing, your friend.” She knew she sounded jealous. Of course that got Drake all fired up and Lucas wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her gently against his side.

“That’s different. I’ve been doing this all my life. This is the last case. Things are going down and right now I can’t pull out of it.”

“Well, things are going down in New York, too. Monique has spent a lot of money on me already with limos, first-class airfare, and five-star hotels. I can’t turn back on my promise or my decision. If it turns out to be a mistake, then it is, but at least I won’t have any regrets.”

“And if you like it, and want to continue?” Mark asked.

“Then we’ll talk about it, together, because communication is important in any type of relationship.”

“Would you give it up for us? If we didn’t want you to continue a modeling career, would you?” he asked.

She swallowed hard. “I can’t answer that now. I haven’t been offered a career. I would hope that you would accept my decision, no matter what it was, and that we could continue to grow in our relationship. I mean as long as nothing else is holding you back.”

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“The woman you’re searching for. I heard what Drake said last week. I heard about her being an ex-lover and fellow agent you remained friends with. Are you certain there’s nothing more?”

He glared at her and she wasn’t sure why she brought this up. Probably because of her lack of self-confidence and the knowledge that he searched for this woman and they had sex. She was jealous, concerned, and mostly needed reassurance.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m only going to tell you this once. All three of you. Yes, I had sex with Brenda. Yes, we remained friends and nothing more, and no, I don’t want to rekindle that. I’ve remained involved with this case because my abilities, contacts, and connections are needed for a little bit longer. Plus, I’m the only one who believes that she hasn’t committed treason and is now a terrorist. I just got some really bad news. Things are getting crazy and the man responsible for this operation is going down. It’s taken years and numerous agents closely involved in the investigation have died trying to find, capture, and destroy these men and their operations. I need your patience and understanding a little longer. Please. I have to finish what I started.”

“And I need to finish what I started. I trust you, Mark. I love you. Promise me that you’ll be safe, so I don’t have to worry while I’m away?”

He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. “If you promise not to wear anything for that shoot that shows off your ass, your pussy, or your breasts.”