Secrets in Sanctuary [Sanctuary, Montana 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “What if there really is nothing to find?” Isaac asked.

  “I refuse to accept that,” Farah said with determination. “I’m a trained sleuth, and if there’s something there, I’ll find it. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen by stirring things up? The fight’s already been put into lawyers’ hands over the land dispute, and now that damned gold. Tatum and my brother and cousin have only made it worse by daring to find happiness together. The relationship between the two families has never been more antagonistic.”

  “True,” Isaac said. “But I’ve thought of a real neat solution.”

  “What?” Drew and Farah asked together.

  “Well, honey, this feud ain’t got nothing to do with me.” His blue eyes twinkled with mischief. Farah felt she could drown in them and die happy. “If you and I run off together, we’ll save both families a heap of angst.”

  “Fuck off, Kincaid!” Drew said, shooting him the finger.

  Farah laughed. “Don’t tempt me.”

  “See, the lady already prefers me.”

  “The lady doesn’t know much about you yet,” Farah replied.

  “Honey,” Isaac said with a wolfish grin. “That’s a situation that can be remedied any time you like. I just don’t wanna rush you.”

  “Farah’s bruises need another application of Thymol ointment,” Drew said, reaching for the pot. “Take your T-shirt off, darlin’, and we’ll attend to them for you.”

  Farah felt a moment’s embarrassment. This was it. If she did as Drew asked there would be no turning back. Not that either of them would force himself on her, she was sure of that, but presumably the time would come when they would want to take her both together. Even she knew enough about ménages to be aware of that. Was she ready to go that far? She looked at each of them in turn. They sat impossibly still, gazing at her with eyes that definitely wanted, but saying nothing. They were making it very clear that it was her call.

  Hell yes, this was absolutely what she wanted, too!

  “I think Isaac should do it.” Farah stood and pulled her shirt over her head, casting it recklessly aside. Now wearing just her thong, she glanced up at Isaac from beneath lowered lashes, then demurely reseated herself.

  “Oh, baby, it would be my pleasure!”

  But Isaac didn’t attend to her bruises immediately. First he did what Drew had done earlier. He stood, picked her up, and then sat down again with her in his lap. Farah felt right at home there, no longer the slightest bit self-conscious, perhaps because she could see the light of approval in Drew’s eyes as he watched her cozy up to his buddy. Perhaps because she could feel Isaac’s impressive erection pressing into her butt. Perhaps because she could see the size of Drew’s hard-on testing the strength of his zipper.

  Isaac’s large, calloused hands swept gently across her body as he bent his head to kiss her. His lips were soft, his tongue probing. The moment Farah responded, that situation changed in a heartbeat. Demanding now, he kissed her with a sense of raw urgency, heart-stopping precision, and searing passion. Farah’s arms worked their way around his neck, and her fingers tangled with his golden curls. Mindless of her bruised chest, she pressed it against his body, anxious to move things along. As though sensing her urgency, he broke the kiss far too soon for her liking, setting her aside.

  “She needs to learn patience,” Drew said, grinning. “But she’s new to this, and she’s injured, so we need to cut her some slack.”

  “That we can do.”

  Isaac stood up and shed his clothes, throwing them to the floor without any apparent concern for where they landed. His shirt fell on Seymour’s head. The big dog merely shook it off and carried on with his snooze. Farah’s laughter turned to a gasp of admiration when she returned her attention to Isaac.

  “Wow!”

  His torso was deeply tanned—all hard muscle, wide shoulders, and flexing pecs. His cock was at least as big and thick as Drew’s, and he appeared anxious for some action. Farah could empathize.

  “How come you two weren’t snapped up years ago?” she asked. “You must have had offers.”

  “One or two,” Isaac said, modest for once. “But we weren’t interested.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because those women weren’t you,” they said together.

  Farah felt herself blushing. “Thanks,” she said meekly. “I hope I don’t disappoint you. Like I said, I haven’t been very adventurous to date.”

  “That’ll change once you’re fit again,” Isaac said, taking the cream and gently applying it to Farah’s bruises.

  “Hmm.”

  “You like what I’m doing to you?” Isaac asked, abandoning the ointment, instead gently rimming one hard nipple with his forefinger.

  “I could take it a little harder.”

  “Glad to hear it.” Isaac took her hand. “Come and lay down, honey, and we’ll both give you some attention.”

  Farah noticed that Drew was now naked as well. She lay on her right side, her injured thigh uppermost, and felt a large, hot body land on either side of her. Wow, they hadn’t even touched her yet, but already she felt a deep tug between her legs. Juices flowed from her cunt, and lust radiated from her core, spreading through her entire body.

  “Just keep still, darlin’,” Isaac said, “and let us love you.”

  Drew was behind her, and she felt his lips kissing their way down her spine. She shivered as gloriously diverse sensations rippled through her. At the same time Isaac applied his lips to her nipples. He didn’t just suck them, he bit at them.

  “Oh!”

  “That hurt?” he asked, lifting his head.

  “Yes, but I rather like it.”

  “That’s right, honey. Just give it a moment before the pain transmutes to pleasure. Breathe real deep and roll with the pain.”

  “I’ve heard that said, but never really believed it before.”

  “Now you know,” Drew replied, while Isaac continued to torture her nipples.

  Large hands and searing lips seemed to attack her from all angles, and Farah loved every minute of it. If she hadn’t completely understood the attraction of ménages before, she certainly did now. Oh my. Drew was playing with her ass, running his fingers between the cheeks, rubbing something cool into them.

  “Lube,” he said in response to her unasked question. “You ever had anal sex, honey?”

  “No.”

  “That’s good. We wanna teach you everything we know about it. Will you let us?”

  Hell, yes! “Sure.”

  “I’m gonna slip a plug into your butt, just to get you used to the sensation. You cool with that?”

  “I think so.”

  “Okay, babe, don’t tense up. Try and relax your muscles and let me in.”

  “If feels invasive.”

  “Sure he does, but once you get used to the feeling you’ll wonder how you lived for so long without trying it.”

  The sensation burned, but Isaac was distracting her with the things he was doing to her tits, and suddenly it didn’t hurt anymore. Her backside felt full, and kinda nice.

  “Hmm,” Drew said, clearly sensing her relax. “Do you like that?”

  “Yeah, it feels…I’m not sure, warm, maybe.”

  “That’s right. The plug’s full of oil. Your body will heat it up and then it’ll blow your mind.”

  “Talking of blowing,” Isaac said, abandoning her tits and kneeling over her body so that the tip of his erection touched her lips. “Taste me, darlin’.”

  That she was more than happy to do. It was a service she’d performed for Drew earlier, after he’d gone down on her, and he’d seemed more than happy with the way she went about it. She opened her mouth and sucked the head of Isaac’s penis between her lips, making him gasp when she slipped her tongue down its slit. As she did so, she became aware of Drew’s fingers playing with her pussy from behind, agitating the tight bundle of nerves that made up her clit. Farah was always vocal in such situations, keen to verbally expres
s pleasure. Not possible this time. She had her mouth full, licking Isaac from the tip of his cock all the way to his balls and back again, making sure to hit the frenulum nerve on the underside of his shaft in the process.

  Drew was now tormenting the sensitive area between her cunt and anus. The plug in her backside was heating up, and so was she. She took more of Isaac into her mouth, enjoying the devastatingly erotic taste of him, the musky scent of his arousal, sensing he was no longer quite so in control.

  As quickly as this had started, it stopped. Isaac pulled out of her mouth. Drew stopped playing with her pussy. All she had left was the plug up her backside. She’d have words to say if that was taken away from her as well.

  “The spreader bars,” Isaac said. “I think she can take those without hurting her injuries.”

  The what?

  “I’ll get them,” Drew said.

  “Come here, babe.”

  Farah sat up and Isaac’s blond curls fell across his face as he bent to kiss her. “Has anyone told you that you’re fucking good at giving head?”

  “Funny you should ask, because Drew did mention something earlier.”

  Isaac grinned. “I’ll just bet he did.”

  Abruptly her world went dark. Isaac had blindfolded her. For a moment she panicked. Farah hated to be out of control. Then she remembered where she was, and with whom, and relaxed. She trusted them both absolutely and was keen to see what they had in store for her.

  “If you can’t see, your other senses will be enhanced,” Isaac’s voice told her. “Now I’m going to put swiveling leather cuffs on your wrists, then attach them to what we call a spreader bar. You okay with that?”

  “I…I think so.” Farah was so excited at the prospect of being tied down, at their complete mercy, she could barely speak.

  “That’s a good girl.” She felt the cuffs go on and heard them being attached to something metallic. “Right, now we do the same with your legs. Bring your knees up for me, darlin’.”

  As soon as she’d done so, more cuffs were attached to her ankles and again she was conscious of them being attached to a metal bar.

  “You comfortable, sugar?” Isaac asked.

  “Yeah, but I guess this doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

  Drew laughed. “That’s the idea, sweetheart. This type of vulnerability is particularly exciting for women who enjoy being exhibited.”

  “And you like us looking at you, don’t you, babe?” Isaac asked.

  “Yes,” she said. “I love it when it’s you two doing the looking.”

  “And we’ve got plenty to admire,” Isaac said. “That’s just about the prettiest pussy I ever did see.”

  “You said it, buddy,” Drew’s voice agreed.

  “I like the feel of that plug in my ass, too,” Farah said. “It’s real hot now, and so am I. Are you going to fuck me anytime soon, Isaac, or do I have to ask Drew to attend to my needs?”

  She heard both men laugh.

  “Told you she was impatient,” Drew’s voice said.

  “I’m trying to figure out which way to go.” Large hands lifted her from the bed. She was still shackled to the bars and they moved with her. “That’s it, babe. I want you on your hands and knees.”

  Farah shuffled into position with Isaac’s help.

  “You comfortable?”

  Farah had images of her butt sticking in the air, tits dangling beneath her. “Hmm,” she said.

  Finally, on the point of exploding from anticipation, she heard the sound of foil ripping. Then the bed dipped as Isaac, presumably, got onto it behind her. At the same time a pair of lips attached themselves to a nipple. Drew! Oh boy, she wouldn’t last two minutes at this rate. Never had she felt so helpless, so hot, so excited, so every damned thing.

  Isaac’s large body leaned over her back and his thick cock rested between her legs. When she tried to rub her aching pussy against it, he tapped her butt.

  “Uh-huh. Naughty!”

  “Sorry, but I’m kinda desperate here, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

  “How many times did Drew fuck you this afternoon?”

  “Er, three.”

  She heard his choke on a laugh. “And you still want more. My, my, you are a greedy little witch, aren’t you?”

  “I already told you, I haven’t done anything like this before. I have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

  “Then we’d best not keep you waiting.”

  Drew continued to tease her nipples, pulling them away from her body with his teeth until pleasure spangled and the sensation became almost too…well, sensitive to bear. She was distracted when Isaac’s fingers parted her folds, and he slid all the way home in one smooth thrust. He was as large as Drew, but with the plug filling her ass it felt as though he was splitting her in two.

  “Wow!”

  “You like?” Isaac asked, grabbing her hips as he withdrew almost all the way and then embarked upon a fresh sortie.

  “I love.”

  “Oh yeah!” Drew had abandoned her nipple and his deep, velvety voice, full of approval, sent shivers down her spine. “You just love having Isaac’s big cock inside you, don’t you, darlin’?”

  “Yes, God yes!”

  “You want him to fuck you so damned bad that you can’t think about anything else.”

  “Yes, him and that plug thing are driving me wild. Drew, bite my nipples again, please. I really like that.”

  She heard his chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”

  She pushed her butt back to meet Isaac the next time he thrust into her. His heavy balls slapped against her buttocks, and she cried out when the butt plug seemed to slide in deeper. Presumably Isaac had pushed it because it hit a particularly sensitive spot that hadn’t been touched by it before.

  “Isaac!” Farah’s breathing fractured, the muscles in her vagina contracted, and she knew she was on the brink. “Whatever the hell you just did, please don’t stop.”

  “Ordinarily I’d spank that cute butt of yours for such lack of discipline,” he said, breathing the words into her ear in a husky voice. “Still, seeing as how—”

  “Fuck it!”

  Farah simply couldn’t hold back, and thrust against Isaac’s cock with all the agility of a woman in an advanced exercise class. Not that she’d ever attended classes anything like this one, but still… Carnal sensations ripped through her as her orgasm hit. She threw her head back and howled, her passions stirred beyond the point of madness by her two skilled protagonists. She could hear Isaac’s heavy breathing as he struggled to hold back, leaving her to take what she needed first. She was acutely aware of Drew’s teeth pulling at a sensitized nipple, while his fingers squeezed and molded her breast.

  “You okay now?” he asked when she finally stopped trembling.

  “Yes, sorry, I couldn’t—”

  “Yeah, you could. We’ll teach you how.”

  Isaac picked up the pace and once again pushed the butt plug farther into her ass. Just as with Drew that afternoon, her satiated body reignited with astonishing speed, and she was ready to fly again. Their physical alchemy, the creative energy flowing between the three of them, was indescribably intense. If this was heaven, Farah was in no hurry to come back to earth.

  “I’m getting close,” Isaac said in a strained voice as he continued to pound into her. “Your tight cunt is messing with my control. You gonna come with me, sugar?”

  “Can’t leave you out there all alone.”

  “Let’s do it.”

  He grabbed her hips tighter with one hand, tugged hard on her hair with the other. It astonished how readily her body responded to the pain of having her hair pulled. She cried out as he plunged again, embedding himself as deep inside her as he could get. Turbulent heat fogged her brain as she felt the fiery rush building in her veins, and together they took the ultimate ride.

  “Shit!” Isaac was laughing when he finally stopped pulsating and withdrew. “Who would have thought it?”

  “Yeah,
I know,” Drew replied. “She’s something else.”

  As soon as Farah recovered her breath, someone unfastened the blindfold. Someone else released her hands and ankles.

  “You okay?” the asked together.

  Farah sat in the middle of the bed and offered them both a sultry smile.

  “For now,” she said.

  “You’re right,” Isaac complained. “She’s insatiable.”

  “Let’s hope so,” Drew replied, heading for the bathroom to set the shower running.

  After they’d cleaned up, Farah lay on the bed, flanked by her men who constantly asked if she was okay with what they’d done. Okay? Hell, she was more than okay. She’d loved the way they affixed her to those bars so she was completely exposed and at their mercy. If this was them being gentle, she couldn’t wait to see what other games they had planned once she was fully recovered.

  “I ought to get going soon,” she said without much conviction. “Mom will wonder what’s become of me.”

  “Where does she think you are?” Drew asked.

  “Running errands and then having dinner with Aubrey.”

  Farah reached for her phone and switched it on. “Two missed calls from Mom.” She frowned as she listened to his voicemail. “I have to go right now.”

  “What’s wrong?” the guys asked in unison.

  “My dad’s laying into Will and Josh. It’s getting heated and Mom needs me.”

  The pleasure of the past few hours was forgotten now as the three of them walked to the parking lot in taut silence. Drew loved her—Farah didn’t doubt that for a moment—but already she could feel the family dispute ripping them apart.

  “That is the most impractical car for this part of the world I ever did see,” Isaac said, smiling as he held open the door to Farah’s little Mercedes C Class.

  “I know, but then I’m the impractical type.” She stood on her toes and kissed each of them in turn. “As you’re about to find out.”

  Their laughter rang in her ears as she fired up the engine, reinforcing her determination to straighten out this stupid situation with their nearest and dearest. Farah had found something she hadn’t even known was missing from her life. Perhaps it explained her restlessness, her inability to form relationships with any of the men she’d dated in Billings. She’d thought her love for Drew held her back.