Potential Match [Ménage.com 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“Brynny, remember one thing. Women always listen to me in the end. I hope you’ll wait for me.”

Des curled his fingers into a fist and brought back his arm. Duke started to curse, and he could hear a light gasp come from Bryn and her mother. Before he could release his swing, Sheriff Whittington yanked him back.

“Easy, boy. Let Flynn take care of it. We now have enough evidence to put him away for a long time.”

Des watched as Flynn shoved the man in front of him toward the waiting patrol car. Not wanting Bryn to see the killer looking at her as he walked away, Des closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. He held on tight, finally able to breathe normally.

“Ah, Brynny?” Frances’s voice raised an octave. “I thought, well, with the way the other man was holding you, that you were with him. Am I missing something?”

Des felt something against his leg and looked down. Spur was leaning against him. He, Duke, and Bryn all leaned down at the same time, stroking his fur. Spur closed his eyes and soaked in all of the attention.

“I think he was poisoned,” Duke said. “We need to have him checked out.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Bryn said, kissing Spur on the head. His tail wagged.

“I’ll place a call into the vet,” Sheriff Whittington said.

“He can sleep with us, can’t he?” Bryn asked, her worry evident. “We’ll be able to keep an eye on him then.”

“Wait a second,” Frances said in a high voice. “Sleep with you? As in the three of you?”

Sheriff Whittington saved the day by taking Frances’s arm and leading her toward the house. “Ms. Russell, allow me to explain how the majority of people in Triple live their lives. After that, maybe you’d like to join me for a cup of coffee at the diner. I’m sure my deputies can gather your daughter’s statement, along with those of her beaus. We have some real interesting folks in this part of the state.”

“Wait a second. Beaus? As in plural?”

“What do you mean, a spanking? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You’ve just added to your count,” Duke said, standing naked at the end of the bed. He still had a bandage on the left side of his shoulder, protecting the wound underneath. The white material did nothing to hide the outline of his chest or the movement of his muscles when he placed his hands on his hips. “There is one major rule that you have to follow and that is you are
never
to put yourself in danger.”

It was the morning after, and they were standing face-to-face at the end of Duke’s bed. Des was already lying on the covers, smiling like he’d won the lottery. All he got was the chance to see Duke spank her bare bottom with his hand. Bryn didn’t see the joy in that. It was Des’s fault she was standing here arguing with Duke in the first place.

“How am I to blame that a serial killer set his sights on me?” Bryn bit the inside of her lip. Really? He thought she was the one at fault? Her anxiety rose just a tad. “He’s a lunatic! I was minding my own business, driving to see you, I might add, when he apparently followed me into Triple. How was I to know I resembled his mother? I could have ended up like his other victims, you know. Terrified. Strangled. Dead!”

“You know damn well that isn’t what I meant,” Duke shouted. “While you were giving your statement, Des told me that you wouldn’t leave the barn when he told you to. In situations like that, you have to trust us. How can we protect you if you have no faith in us to keep you safe?”

Bryn couldn’t help the smile that cracked her lips. Now they were getting somewhere. Her previous apprehension floated away. And if the leaking from her pussy was any indication, it was ready for that spanking he’d been promising. Once they had all situated in the kitchen, with her mother flitting around making coffee for everything and demanding to know which man Bryn was with, each of them had given their statements. Sheriff Whittington had stayed during all three recounts, although he barely took his eyes off of Frances. And much to Bryn’s surprise, her mother blushed throughout the rest of the night and managed to remain silent until Sheriff Whittington offered to escort her to the bed-and-breakfast located in the heart of Triple.

Bryn closed the distance between them and ran her fingers through Duke’s chest hair. Would she ever get tired of feeling his coarse hair, or the way he closed his eyes when her hand made contact with his skin? She didn’t think so.

“Duke, I do trust you. I trust Des.” Bryn stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around Duke’s neck. “But I didn’t trust the killer. I couldn’t leave Des. I couldn’t leave you. No matter what happens in the future, promise me that we will always be at each other’s side. I love you too much to see our relationship damaged because we didn’t have the courage to stand and fight together.”

“Say it again,” Duke said, his voice gruff with emotion.

“I love you,” Bryn said, laughing. She looked over at Des. “I love you, too.”

“Bryn, you have turned our world upside down, and we are loving every minute of it,” Des said, standing up and walking around the bed. Bryn closed her eyes as Des melded his body with hers. She relished the warmth they provided her. This was where she belonged. “Love doesn’t seem to cover exactly what we are feeling, but if those are the words that we need to describe what we feel, then I love you, too.”

“Are you positive that you’re ready to settle down?” Bryn asked, even though she knew the answer. Their love was shining in their eyes. “Can the town of Triple afford to give up their best Casanovas?”

“I think the Triple has enough of those,” Des said, placing tiny kisses on her shoulder. “Although, the way your mother and the sheriff were making eyes at each other, I’m thinking another bachelor is about to bite the dust.”

Bryn chuckled and buried her face into Duke’s chest, mindful of his bandage. Sheriff Whittington had explained exactly what the town of Triple was based on and that ménages were a common thing in the area. He went on to boast about what solid men Duke and Des were and how Bryn couldn’t have chosen any wiser. Bryn was pretty sure he could say the moon was made of cotton and her mother would have believed him. It would be interesting to see how things progressed.

“By the way, do you think declaring your love for us will get you out of your spanking?” Bryn squealed as Des helped Duke pick her up and situate her over Duke’s lap. “Ah, this is so much better.”

“Duke, this is ridiculous!”

“Really? Let’s see,” Duke said as he slid his finger in between the folds of her pussy. She could feel the moisture immediately and knew that her body confirmed his assumption. Talking about spankings had gotten her hot, moist, and horny. “I wonder how wet you’ll be once you actually receive a spanking.”

Bryn placed her hands on the floor for added security, although Duke had a secure hold on her. Her fingers sank into the plush cream carpet that her designer mind thought fit perfectly into this room, although between the furniture and the brown sheets the area needed an additional color—maybe a splash of red or burgundy. She’d also seen a perfect painting to go above the—ouch! Duke’s palm brought her wandering mind back around, while her body needed no such reminder.

“Duke!” Bryn knew she sounded breathless. Her fingers curled into the carpet fibers. She kicked her feet and bumped into Des’s shins. Was he watching from that angle? Her anus and pussy had to be showing. “Des!”

“Don’t mind me,” Des replied, his tone indicating he was smiling. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Now, are you ever going to place yourself in danger again?”

Bryn didn’t answer right away. Hadn’t they had this conversation already? She hadn’t
put
herself in danger—danger had found her. Duke slowly caressed her buttocks in warning.

“Bryn, answer me.”

“You’re wording the question wrong,” Bryn complained. Blood was rushing to her head. Ouch! Blood was also rushing to her pussy with every slap that landed. “Fine! I won’t go looking for danger. How’s that?”

“And you’ll listen to me and Des when we think there is any risk to you?”

Duke’s hand connected with her right cheek when she didn’t answer right away. Didn’t he realize that she was savoring this? Bryn didn’t think she’d ever been so wet. Of course, every time he or Des did something new, that was Bryn’s thought. She hoped that when they were eighty, she could still say the same thing. Bryn thought back to all the toys in Duke’s drawer. Yep, they’d be going on ninety and she would still say the same thing.

“Yessss.” Bryn wiggled her butt, wanting more.

Bryn got what she wanted when Duke started to rapidly tap her buttocks, alternating between cheeks. Her ass felt warm, and she knew it had to be pink. She amazed herself by finding that not only did her pussy feel empty, but so did her ass. Having had anal sex and knowing the joys it could bring, Bryn was looking forward to having them both inside of her at the same time.

“Duke, Des, I need you both.”

“Was Des able to get you loosened up yesterday?” Duke asked, running his finger down her crevice. “I hope so, because I want to know what you feel like, Bryn. I want to feel your heat surround my cock.”

“Yes, please,” Bryn said, her body aching to know what he felt like as well. She knew how wide he was, and already her anus felt the upcoming sting. Bryn heard Des step away from them and walk toward the bedside stand. Her hole puckered, knowing that he was retrieving the lube. Within seconds, she felt the cool gel follow the path of Duke’s fingers. “I need you both.”

“You’ll have us,” Duke replied, rubbing the cool liquid around her anus. The tip of his finger broke through the ring, causing Bryn to moan. It felt so good. “But taking both of us at the same time is not going to be easy, Bryn.”

“Don’t I know it,” Bryn said, already feeling the stretch on her muscle. Her pussy quivered, wanting to feel that same burn.

“Just so you know, the next time you cause me or Des that kind fear and anguish, I’m going to take that flogger that you found in my drawer to your ass,” Duke said, his promise ringing through the air. “Des told me all about you finding my little drawer full of goodies.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, would you just fuck me,” Bryn said desperately as she ground her hips against his leg—not that it was helping.

“There’s our girl, all spunky and needy.” Duke removed his fingers and helped her to stand. Bryn wobbled on her feet as the blood rushed away from her head, straight into her pussy. Her clit felt ready to explode. “Des, toss me a condom.”

Duke traded places with Des, who had already sheathed himself with a condom. Des sat on the edge of the bed, while his long cock dangled in between his legs. His sac was heavy and weighed down. Des motioned for her to climb on top of him.

“Straddle me,” Des said. “Staying on the edge of the bed will give Duke more room to maneuver.”

Bryn would have questioned him, thinking they would be more comfortable in the middle of the mattress, but she needed relief in a very bad way. She crawled on top of Des and used a hand to hold up the weight of his cock. Placing his tip at her entrance, she sank herself all the way down until his cock was deep inside of her. Bryn threw her head back, enjoying the heat of his dick even through the latex. Duke grabbed her hair, very much like Des did, and waited for her to open her eyes. There was that welcoming warmth of green inviting her to enter that bewitching forest. Would she land softly in a bed of leaves or would they have her free-falling off of a waterfall? Bryn couldn’t wait to find out.

Duke bent at the waist, claiming her lips. Bryn’s fingers dug into Des’s shoulders. It was a good thing that Des was going to be on the bottom, or she’d have been liable to hurt Duke. Bryn had no doubt she would need something to hold on to during this lovemaking trek they were about to embark on.

When Duke released her mouth, Bryn felt Des start to lean back. She followed him, not wanting even an inch of his cock to slip out of her. Bryn clamped her legs around Des’s hips as she settled her breasts onto his chest. Her nipples tingled as his coarse hair rubbed up against the hardened pebbles.

“I’m going to start slow,” Duke said as she felt his hand stroke her buttocks. Again, Bryn felt the coolness of the gel and then his finger breaching her ring. “Relax your muscles, Bryn.”

Bryn rested her cheek against Des’s shoulder and tried to even out her breathing. Duke’s finger felt as if it were five inches around. She knew that it was Des’s cock buried inside of her pussy that was making her feel so full. Bryn pushed out a little, taking Des’s earlier advice when he’d been submerged inside of her ass. She felt Duke’s finger slide all the way inside of her. Was he twirling it around? Oh my God, that felt good.

Bryn felt a little more lube right before Duke used two fingers. The fullness had now turned into a light sting, but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle. Willing her lower half to relax, Bryn couldn’t help but gyrate her hips. The action caused Des’s cock to slide out a few inches before she rotated a complete circle, burying him again.

“I think you’re about ready,” Duke murmured, taking his fingers out of her ass. Bryn cried out at the loss and used Des’s shoulder to push against in order to lean up. He had that soft smile on his lips while his green eyes darkened, taking her to that place. “Deep breath, Bryn.”

Bryn did as instructed and felt his wide tip try to make way into her ass. She let herself drown in Des’s eyes, feeling the wind that rattled the leaves and hearing the water rush into itself as it went over the fall in her mind. Bryn felt her sphincter slowly allow Duke entry. The leaves swallowed her as she followed the path to pleasurable release.