Dare to Succeed [The Dare Series 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “You guys take care of Alicia. I’m getting down to the bottom of this situation with her ex and what he wanted. The man is going to pay for this.”

  “You should come to the hospital. Let someone else deal with it,” Caldwell told him.

  Max shook his head. He felt responsible. He should have been with her. One of them should be with her at all times. That was what she deserved and needed.

  “No, I want this resolved, and the only way to ensure that this asshole keeps away from her is to make sure he goes to jail for a very long time. I’ll get to the hospital. You two take care of her and watch over her.”

  Chapter 9

  “She’s my sister. I’m her family and you have no right to keep me from seeing her,” Alvin yelled as Deputy Taylor Dawn held him back. Max pointed at Alicia’s brother.

  “You’re not her brother. If you were her brother then you never would have said the things you did to her to break her down and make her feel weak and incapable of surviving without you and that asshole who tried to kill her.”

  “I didn’t have anything to do with what Tony did to her or how he tried to kill her. That’s why I’m here so I can see her. I was so worried.”

  Max wasn’t sure what to do. Every gut instinct in his body told him this guy was a laying sack of shit.

  “Oh really?” Caldwell said as he approached along with some of their friends. Locals in the community, including a lawyer friend of theirs who helped Max earlier. Through many connections they were able to find out some concrete information to put Tony behind bars.

  Caldwell read from his phone.

  “I have some information here that proves you’ve been working with Tony to get Alicia to sign papers handing over all funds to Tony and nothing to her.”

  “I did no such thing,” Alvin protested.

  “Sure you did. You’re signature is on this piece of paper indicating that Tony planned on giving you a cut just for helping him make your sister believe his story,” the lawyer said.

  “He was going to give you five thousand dollars. That’s it. The store front sold for two hundred thousand. Tony screwed you too.” Caldwell added.

  Alvin’s eyes widened and then he became irate.

  “That stupid bitch had to come to Chance and met you assholes. If she just signed the damn papers none of this would have happened.”

  “Get him out of here,” Caldwell yelled.

  “Wait,” Max said and approached Alvin.

  “You’re nothing but a lowlife loser who could have had a great relationship with your only family member, a complete sweetheart who would have done anything for you. Instead you belittled her. You hurt her and for that I give you this one final warning. If you ever try to contact Alicia, try to talk to her, make any kind of contact with her whatsoever, my brothers and I will personally see to it that you go to jail for a very long time.”

  Alvin looked at him like he didn’t believe a word he said. Max raised one of his eybrows at him. He grabbed the front of Alvin’s shirt in a fist and looked down into the weasel’s eyes. He was shaking.

  “You think I’m bluffing? Let’s just say my brothers and I have connections, and we may or may not have documented proof of you laundering money, cashing fake checks and stealing and using credit cards. So I suggest you disappear. Because if you ever set foot in Chance, in any surrounding states near South Carolina, my brothers and I will personally deal with you. Alicia is our woman, we love her and we will do anything and everything possible to keep her safe and happy. You got it?”

  Max asked as he abruptly released the front of Alvin’s shirt.

  Alvin nodded his head.

  “Now you can take out the trash.” Monroe told Taylor.

  “My pleasure,” Taylor replied and took Alvin out of the waiting room and out of their sight.

  Max exhaled then ran his hand over his mouth. He couldn’t wait to get to Alicia and to tell her that she didn’t have to worry anymore. He and his brothers with the help of friends in town and lawyers got the money back that Alicia deserved for selling her part of the business in Dallas. Her ex had conned her, and apparently her brother, who showed up at the hospital claiming to not know anything about Tony’s plans. However, further investigation into her brother Alvin proved that he was to get thirty percent of the two hundred thousand dollars Tony tried to take from Alicia. Now that money was in an escrow account for safe keeping until Alicia was ready to deal with it.

  * * * *

  The last three weeks had been difficult. Alicia was depressed and trying to work on healing her shoulder so she could prepare for the store opening. They’d postponed it until next week. The doctors said she was healing fine, but Max felt it was psychological with Alicia. Her abduction, assault, and being used and lied to by Tony and her own brother had gotten to her. Sometimes he would catch her staring off and wiping tears from her eyes. Their mom was a huge help, encouraging Alicia and making her feel like part of the family. Max knew it would take some time but he hoped she realized soon how none of the past mattered but only the future with them to love her, protect her, and be by her side. Maybe when they explained about the money she now had it would make her feel better and more independent?

  “Max?” He heard his name and looked up from the desk in his office. Alicia was visiting him at work. He stood up immediately and got to her so fast she stepped back.

  “Are you okay? Is anything wrong?” he asked, sliding his hands up and down her arms, ensuring she was in one piece.

  She chuckled.

  “Of course I am. Isn’t it safe here in your department?” she teased him.

  He gave her a sideways glance and she smiled.

  His brothers came in next.

  “Hey, are you free for lunch?” Monroe asked, placing his hands on Alicia’s shoulders behind her.

  “I can squeeze in lunch,” he said and walked back to his desk. He closed up the file and grabbed his keys.

  He smiled as he wrapped his arm around her waist and escorted her out of the office with his deputies and staff members giving well wishes and telling them to enjoy lunch. They had been so supportive to Alicia when she was in the hospital and weeks later as she recovered. If he ate any more pie he would need to eat only vegetables for a week.

  He smiled as they headed outside.

  “Where should we go? The diner?” Max asked.

  “Fiona’s?” Monroe suggested and Alicia shook her head.

  “Home. To our place,” she told them as she hugged Max’s side.

  His heart raced with anticipation. Alicia had still been adjusting to living with them, but hearing her refer to home as hers, too, made him happy.

  “I think we can salvage something to eat,” he teased.

  “Are you kidding me? We still have dinners frozen and just this morning Margaret Stoll sent over a chicken casserole and homemade biscuits. I’m going to need to start increasing my miles jogging,” she said and they chuckled.

  “You’re not the only one. I may be joining you,” Caldwell told her and hugged her side. They got into the truck and Monroe and Caldwell followed.

  Max kept glancing at her as they drove.

  “I heard back from the attorneys today,” he told her.

  “I don’t want to talk about it. You know I don’t care about what Tony tried to scam. It was bad enough having my brother show up at the hospital and then try to put up a GoFundMe link on Facebook to raise money for me. Thank God Monroe found that and stopped the funding.”

  He reached over and touched her hand. He held it and brought it over his thigh.

  “It’s been rough, but with our lawyers on board we ensured that we could end all of this.”

  She looked at him.

  “End it all? You think you did?”

  He nodded his head as he pulled the truck into the driveway between the two entry pillars and over toward the detached garage.

  Monroe opened her door and helped her out. They headed into the house and to the kitche
n.

  “So what did the lawyers say?” she asked. Monroe and Caldwell stopped what they were doing.

  “You heard back from them?” Caldwell asked.

  “Just before you guys showed up at the department.” He looked at Alicia.

  “It’s over, Alicia. Tony will be in jail for quite some time for the crimes he committed against you and others. The DA from Dallas is involved, too. But none of that is your concern. The papers he wanted to force you to sign weren’t legal anyway. He was scamming you and hoping to scam some lawyers. The money was never his. It’s all yours. Two hundred thousand dollars.”

  Her mouth dropped and she grabbed the counter.

  “Holy shit,” Monroe said.

  Caldwell placed his hand on her shoulder.

  “It’s true, and it’s safe and secure in an escrow account waiting for you to do whatever you want with it.”

  “For real?” she asked, sounding and looking shocked. He chuckled.

  “For real.”

  She turned around and hugged Caldwell then she hugged Monroe.

  She looked at Max and she suddenly looked serious.

  “You left me that night at the construction site and set out to clear everything up and help free me from all of this. You and Monroe and Caldwell are my heroes, my strength, my determination, and my everything. You dared me to succeed, to achieve my dreams by helping me any way you could, and I will love you forever for doing all of it.” She hugged him and he smiled wide, hugged her back, and looked at his brothers who had love and respect in their eyes. They’d found their soul mate, their lover, and the woman of their dreams.

  She pulled back.

  “So, what should we have for lunch?” he asked. Caldwell and Monroe started naming all the things that were in the refrigerator, but their woman seemed to have a different idea as she pulled her camisole up and over her head.

  “How about me?” she said.

  Max pointed his finger at her as Caldwell hugged her from behind and cupped her breasts. He was licking her neck and suckling against her skin.

  “Someone feeling naughty?” he asked.

  She held his gaze.

  “Real naughty, Sheriff Gordon. I think you better bring your handcuffs.”

  She slipped from Caldwell’s hold and ran for the stairs. They followed hooting and hollering about spanking her ass and filling her with cock.

  Max hurried along, too, and when they got to the bedroom she was stripping off her clothes and raising her hands in the air as if under arrest.

  He pulled off his clothes in record speed as did his brothers and grabbed the handcuffs.

  “Oh, little missy, you are in serious trouble.”

  Max turned her around by her hips as Monroe climbed on the bed. Max ran his hands up her hips over her breasts then to her arms and wrists. He locked them together with one hand, letting his cock slowly tap against the crack of her ass. She moaned.

  Caldwell dropped the tube of lube on the bed them climbed up, stroking his cock. “I got a little appetizer for you, sweetness, and that naughty little mouth.”

  Monroe lifted her by her hips and impaled her onto his cock. She moaned and lowered but Max clicked on the handcuffs and held them in the center.

  “Hot damn, she’s pouring cream all over me. She likes this.”

  Max bent back and slapped her ass. She moaned louder.

  “Fuck, we should have done this sooner. Damn she looks so fucking sexy like this,” Caldwell said then cupped her breast and pinched the nipple. She rocked her hips and Max pressed her back lower as he spread her ass.

  “I like having this control over you. You’re our prisoner,” Monroe told her as he held her hands above his head, causing her breasts to push together as he suckled them. Caldwell moved into position to the side and coaxed her head to the right so she could suck his cock.

  “I’ve got to feel you, baby. I need that mouth.”

  She licked along Caldwell’s cock and began to suck him deeper. As Max watched the three of them get into their own rhythm and absorbed the sounds of moans and desire fill the room, he grabbed the lube, pressed some into her ass, and absorbed everything about the moment.

  “You’re ours, Alicia. Ours forever.”

  He pulled fingers from her ass and replaced them with his cock. As he slowly pushed in, his brothers joined the new rhythm as Alicia moaned and rocked her hips. Monroe was kissing her wrists where the handcuffs remained and the sight sent Caldwell over the edge. He pumped his hips and came in her mouth. Max ran his hands along her shoulders and traced the gunshot wound with his finger. She looked over her shoulder.

  “I need you, Max. Always,” she said.

  “And we need you,” Monroe replied and both of them began a series of long, deep strokes that had Alicia screaming out her release and them following soon after.

  As they cleaned her up and he removed the handcuffs, kissing her wrists and then her mouth, she smiled.

  “I can get used to this,” she said to them. Monroe trailed a fingernail along her breasts as Caldwell ran his palm along her belly and mound.

  “Used to sex for lunch?” Caldwell teased. Monroe and Max chuckled.

  “Used to being restrained with my handcuffs?” Max teased then stroked her pussy.

  She wiggled and slapped at his hand. He pointed his finger at her, reprimanding her, and she stuck her tongue out at him. Monroe and Caldwell chuckled.

  “Later, you’ll get a spanking for that.”

  “Promises, promises,” she replied.

  “Oh you will,” he said.

  “As I was saying, I could get used to this. To making love to my men in the afternoon, or any time I want to.”

  They smiled.

  “We might not get any work done.”

  “We’ll figure it out. Life is perfect now. I have the three of you.”

  Max’s heart lifted with joy. He and his brothers found the woman of their dreams and she was safe and secure with them always.

  Epilogue

  The smell of a hazelnut latte and some sweet buns filled her senses as Alicia worked on her latest masterpiece. The people coming and going, quietly watching her technique and waiting on the end results, didn’t bother her anymore. Her heart was no longer heavy, her stresses good ones as she tried to complete orders, and also prepared for her first gallery showcase right in Charlotte.

  Her dreams were becoming a reality. She was an independent entrepreneur. She used part of the money from her original store sale to pay off the mortgage Caldwell and Monroe held for her despite their resistance. That had cost her a few spankings, some creative techniques in bed, and finally some promises of fulfilling their deep dark sexual fantasies to get them to allow such a business move on her part, but it was all worth it, and actually she found out she really liked spicing up the sex in the bedroom. Especially the sex toys, the role-playing, and being restrained and spanked. Her men seemed to really like it, too.

  She smiled wide as she finished the last piece to the stained glass she was working on. It was a custom order for a couple in New York who had a winery and wanted a similar piece to the one she made for her men months ago. As she thought about how this relationship started and how often they used the wine-tasting table to taste her instead, she couldn’t help but feel like life was a gift and she was living a dream. Her men taught her so much. They taught her about never giving up, about what being cared for and loved was really all about, and they dared her, encouraged her, and helped her in every way to succeed and to find that fight within her that was always there but needed to be coaxed out of her.

  She chuckled.

  They sure did know how to coax a lot of things out of her.

  She glanced to the right and there were Monroe and Caldwell. Looking sexy and smiling as they drank some coffee and talked with the customers. Max was standing outside by the patrol truck keeping an eye on things and making sure she was protected and safe. She’d found everything she ever wished for and needed in this
town called Chance. It all happened because she made that first step of change by leaving Dallas and going after her dream. Life just didn’t get any better than this. She was happy and in love and everything else was icing on the cake.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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