Their Forever Home
Men of the Border Lands 13
Their Forever Home
Vella, Carver, and Lance are traveling to find a home in a new community they’ve heard about to the west. Can they compromise and put aside possessive tendencies in order to become a family? Will they be accepted into their forever home, or will one of the men’s past ruin any chance they have at a safer future among others?
When it comes down to decisions on who is part of their family, will Carver make the cut or will he be forced to move on? And can Vella forget about Carver’s past if she does accept him into their family unit?
Genre:
Futuristic, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction
Length:
45,761 words
Men of the Border Lands 13
Marla Monroe
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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THEIR FOREVER HOME
Copyright © 2015 by Marla Monroe
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I want to thank Kay Hughes, a wonderful reader who has come into my life and given me not only her support and friendship, but her quirky sense of humor and the ability to make me smile even when it hurts.
Kay, if I could give you your own pair of Border Lands men, I’d do it. The best I can do is dedicate this book to you and promise that if I ever come across a pair of them wandering loose in the world, I’ll ship them right to you.
Thank you for all the help, the book suggestions, and the virtual shoulder when I needed it. This one’s for you!
Marla
Men of the Border Lands 13
MARLA MONROE
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
I’m going to die.
Vella Lockhart slowly stood to her full height of five feet four inches, for what it was worth, and glared at the four men watching her with excitement. Lust fairly poured off of them as they looked her up and down, pausing on her breasts before continuing the journey south.
“Well, looky here, boys. Looks like we have ourselves a woman without a man to protect her. What do ya say we take care of her as ours? Like that idea, Z? I sure do,” a dirty-blond-haired man said. His stained teeth and unkempt appearance only made it more obvious that she was in deep trouble.
“Think she can handle four of us, boss?” a shorter man asked as he danced from foot to foot.
Vella nearly laughed when it reminded her of the kindergarten children she’d occasionally watch when their teacher had something to take care of. Before the crash, when thousands of natural disasters had begun the devastation of the world, she’d been a school secretary. At the time, despite what had happened, she’d always thought they would recover and life would eventually return to normal, but then the diseases finished off just about everyone who’d survived. Now it looked like she was going to die or become a woman for four dirty, scary-looking men. At this point, Vella was leaning toward dying rather than have one of them touch her.
“I think she’s a bit touched in the head, boss. She’s smiling,” the dancing man said with a frown.
“Naw, she’s just excited to find us ready to see to her needs,” the one the boss had referred to as Z said.
Vella watched the one in the back who hadn’t said anything. He bothered her more than the others. Not only was he not speaking, but his scarred-up face and the way he opened and closed his fists over and over frightened her. He would be the one to worry about.
“Why don’t you come over here, sweet thing? Let’s all get acquainted,” the leader said.
“I appreciate your offer to take care of me, but I’m not interested. Several of us are heading out west to meet up with the rest of our family.” She knew it was useless to argue with them, but Vella needed more time to come up with a plan of some sort. If not, she would die fighting them.
“So where is the rest of your group, sweet thing?” he asked, cocking his head and looking around. “Don’t see no one else around.”
“They’ve gone on ahead a little ways. I just needed to sit here a bit longer. I’m not in as good a shape as they are.” Boy, was that an understatement.
The truth of it was that she was in terrible shape, though she’d lost a good bit of weight with the world’s demise—after the year of catastrophes when it felt as if Mother Nature had unleashed her fury on everyone. Vella had lost most of her excess weight due to poor food supplies and the never-ending work to survive when she’d been part of Marcus Lemming’s community. To her, it seemed more like a commune than the extended family their leader, Marcus, had promised.
The one they called boss chuckled, and it spread throughout the little group until he stopped. His eyes held an unhealthy light that left her wondering if they’d somehow gotten hold of some weed or found a stash of drugs somewhere, which worried her even more.
“Don’t look out of shape to me,” said the pee-dance man, still shuffling from foot to foot.
“Me either,” Z said with a crooked smile.
“I want her,” the silent-till-now scary dude said in a deep harsh voice.
“Stand in line, Bear. We all want her. You’ll get your turn,” the leader said with a sick smile.
“No. I want her now,” he said, pushing through the others as if they were just weeds in his way.
For the first time, Vella stepped back. She might have been able to fight the others off. Well, maybe not. But there was no way she could handle this guy. He was built like a freaking gorilla on steroids. He’d crush her if he got hold of her.
He kept coming.
“Look. No disrespect or anything, but I really don’t want this.” She saw the determination in his eyes and added, “Please.”
She looked over her shoulder and groaned. The only way she had open to her was to jump into the freaking deep stream, or river, or whatever it was, and pray she didn’t drown or maybe freeze. It was the middle of fall, but early snow that had fallen up north must be melting again. That meant the water was bound to be icy.
The other men scrambled to stop the big guy from grabbing her. They all argued and punched each other like some
Three Stooges
comedy of errors. The one called Bear didn’t seem to even register their attempts to thwart his efforts to get at Vella. He would rape her and probably kill her while he did it. It was there in his eyes. For a few precious seconds, she froze at the stark reality of her situation.
Then the curses of the men as they pretty much hung on to him in an attempt to stop his advance snapped her out of it.
The one thing going for Vella in that moment was that they didn’t bother looking at her face as they struggled with Bear. If they had, they might have noticed her will to survive and caught on to her plan to jump. Whether that was an actual will to survive or a choice between methods of death, she wasn’t sure. All she was sure of in that moment was that she didn’t want the mountain of a man called Bear to touch her.
She sucked in a deep breath and let it out. Then again, only this time, she held it and turned around to jump off the short ledge to the water below.
I’m going to die.
* * * *
“Still say making a home with the group we heard about is a good idea,” Lance said.
Carver “Bull” Windom didn’t agree, but then, he wasn’t a normal guy wanting a family and friends to build a new life, either. He was an antisocial ex-biker, ex-bondsman kind of guy who had trouble fitting in anywhere these days. At least when he’d been with The Rebel Riders as their Sargent at Arms he’d been part of something bigger than his own troubles. Now he was alone. Well, unless you counted his new hanger-on, Lance Backer.
Carver still wasn’t sure why Lance had latched on to him and refused to leave. It wasn’t like he’d been particularly nice to the guy. Hell, he’d all but told him to fuck off after that fucking rainstorm had trapped them together in the cave over two months ago. He’d made the mistake of talking to pass the time, and now he seemed to be stuck with a damn sidekick he’d really like to kick in the side.
