Kelly's Heroes [The Men of Treasure Cove 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Micah never left her sight as his hands roamed her naked body. Even with Micah caressing and touching every inch of her, for some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off Daniel and that flogger. Neither one had ever used anything more than their hand on her, and she wondered what he had planned, but when Micah’s fingers entered her wet core, she moaned, throwing her head back.

  “Honeybee is dripping honey, Corporal,” he said as his fingers left her cunt, holding them in front of her face so she could see. She watched as Micah then took his glistening fingers and licked them, smiling.

  “Then she is ready,” she heard Daniel say as he climbed on the bed behind her. “I say it’s time Angel spreads her wings and flies.” And with that, the first whack of the flogger against her backside. Kelly’s eyes snapped shut, and her head flew back on its own accord. She had read and heard about pain and sexual gratification but never experienced anything to this extreme. The sensations running through her body were overwhelming.

  The flogger moved up the inside of her legs, and when it reached the tops of her thighs, she uttered a long, “Oh God.”

  Her head was spinning so fast that it sounded like someone else had said it.

  The flogger strolled up her body in perfect sensuality. She felt it on her sides, her armpits, then gently over arms to her elbows. They were mastering her body. Carefully and determinedly, they were controlling her very pleasure. She whimpered as Daniel moved the flogger down her chest as Micah rubbed and pinched her clit. She was writhing in her bindings, shaking her head violently back and forth, and clenching every muscle she possessed. Her body had never experienced anything like this before, the electric tingling, the sharp stinging, and the overpowering arousal—all at the same time. Just when she thought she could not take another second, Micah latched onto her nipple and sucked, sending her flying as her pussy erupted in wave after wave of sexual ecstasy.

  Kelly could not stop her body from coming. The powerful surge kept building as Daniel whipped her ass once more, just as Micah gently bit down on her sensitive nipples. Both men had timed everything perfectly as they controlled her body.

  She moaned as Micah eased up on her aching nipple, licking and kissing as Daniel lightened up as well, but he kept whacking the whip between her legs as her orgasm seemed to crest, then fade, then crest again. The room was spinning, and she was sure she was blacking out, but mercifully, they stopped and gently used their hands to massage and fondle her as her climax finally subsided.

  Gasping for air, she did not notice when Daniel and Micah sat beside her, softly touching her, petting her until she slowly regained her ability to breathe normally.

  “You’re amazing, Kelly. Catch your breath and get ready for round two,” said Daniel as he gently rubbed her burning ass.

  “She looks exhausted, Corporal. I think maybe we should slow it down a bit,” Micah said as he reached for the ropes holding her arms. Daniel did not argue as he slid off the bed and removed the binds against her ankles. Kelly’s mind was still fluttering in nirvana when Micah lifted her into his arms and gently laid her onto the soft, silky white sheets. Their coolness felt good against her backside.

  She wanted to agree with Micah, when she remembered this night was all about them, and though they had already given her one amazing orgasm, neither of them had received anything from her. Rolling over, she pushed Micah against the pillows. Kissing her way down his chest, she said, “Please, Micah, I am thirsty. May I have something to drink?”

  Kelly wanted to laugh when Micah looked at her quizzically. For such a large man, he was quite the ordinary one when it came to double entendres. But she didn’t let that stop her as she kissed and licked her way down his sculpted body. He was quite the specimen, but it was his cock that held her attention. Long, thick, and with a perfectly capped mushroom head, Micah’s cock was easily the biggest penis she had ever seen. However, considering her limited partners, she believed the cock fairy blessed Micah, and he was all hers.

  Cupping his balls with one hand, she took a hold of his shaft with the other, her fingers not touching. Pre-cum oozed from the head, and she lowered her mouth to savor the taste.

  She was grateful that he did not ram himself into her mouth. Instead, he let her take him at her own speed as she gently moved his cock in and out of her mouth. Her rock-hard warrior barely fit, but she was still able to suck and lick to his obvious approval. Understandably, the evening’s activities had gotten both men quite horny, so it wasn’t long before Micah erupted jets of hot cum as she sucked as hard as she could, determined to get every last drop.

  * * * *

  Daniel couldn’t take his eyes off his Angel as she sucked Micah dry. The pure ecstasy on her face as she brought him to completion was remarkable. She enjoyed what she did to him, just as he enjoyed watching her come undone. He never said a word when she turned to him and smiled, eyeing his cock as she licked her lips. Daniel never tried to kid himself when it came to the size of his cock. He was substantial but not as large as Micah.

  Some men just had all the luck, but that never stopped Daniel. Besides, he never had a woman complain yet, and he was sure as hell not going to upset his wife in that department. His horny little angel looked as if she was on a mission, and if she was still thirsty, then Daniel was going to man up and let her have her drink.

  He only prayed he lasted longer than Micah.

  The moment her silky blonde hair fell across his thighs, he knew it was going to blow. He about spurted on the spot when her hot cavernous mouth surrounded his cock, sucking hard, taking him all the way back to her throat. God, his angel could suck a mean dick. He felt like the happiest man on the planet. However, when she hummed and did some swirly thing with her tongue, he lost all his self-control. His body reluctantly gave up its fluid, shooting his seed deep down her throat as she milked him with her tongue.

  Daniel could not move. His body felt like lead, like she drained his body dry and all that was left was skin and bones. He felt her climb next to him, curling her little body into his. His heart beat fast, and he was sure she could hear it when she placed her head on his chest.

  “Damn, angel, you killed me,” he panted.

  “I think you’ll survive.”

  Daniel chuckled and kissed her gently on the forehead. He never said a word when Micah returned to the bed and pulled the covers up over them. At this moment, all was right in his world, and nothing could make it better. Daniel turned his head when he heard the loud slap and sensual moan. Smiling, it took Daniel just one second to realize that the fun was really about to begin, and by the rising tent before him, his cock was ready for round two.

  “Wakey wakey, wife, we haven’t consummated the marriage yet,” he heard Micah say as he slapped her ass once more. “You sound like you liked that.” He slapped her ass again, this time a bit harder.

  Again, Kelly moaned, pushing her ass toward Micah.

  “You do like that.” Micah patted Kelly’s ass softly, laughing to himself.

  “Do it again,” Kelly whispered. When Micah didn’t move, Kelly said, “Again, do it again. Harder.”

  He slapped her again with a satisfying thwack through the sheet.

  “Oh, yes!” Kelly cried, rolling over and climbing on top of Micah, facing him. His angel came alive once more, grinding her wet pussy on Micah’s cock. Gone was the need for rest. Getting to his knees, he knelt between Micah legs and gently pushed Kelly forward so he could see her tight rosebud, glistening with her juices. He began to rub her cum, lubricating the area as he jerked his cock with his other hand. The whole time, she never stopped rubbing on Micah, who was groaning with his own need.

  Daniel couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to slide his stiff cock deep into her hot little ass. He wanted her. His body craved her.

  Lining up the head of his cock, he held her in place with his hand as he pushed past the taut muscle. For a split second, he swore he heard a pop as his cock slid through the tight hole. Her gasp of pleasure was all he
needed to know before he slid in deeper. She was hot fire. Fully seated, her sphincter gripped his cock hard and was torturing him as he delved deeper until he could not go another inch.

  Gasping heavily, he never moved as she tilted her hips, and in that moment, her ass got even tighter as he felt Micah’s cock enter her pussy.

  “Sweet baby Jesus, honeybee, you’re going to be the death of me,” Micah ground out as she started to move. Daniel did not dare move, letting Kelly set the pace.

  It was torture.

  Death by consummation.

  Slowly, she began to move faster on them. Her panting filled the room until she screamed, “Fuck me, damn it!”

  Grabbing her hips, Daniel pulled halfway out and slammed back in as Micah did the same. Together they both set the furious pace of push and pull. Soon, both were panting as they claimed their wife. She belonged to them. Only them, forever.

  Sweat rolled down Daniel’s back as he plunged deeper and deeper into his wife’s hot ass. Her screams of joy sounded like music to his ears as he and Micah fucked their wife. When the familiar build began to tighten his balls, he held tighter to her hips and lost himself within her body.

  His angel.

  His wife.

  The moment she came, her ass tightened on him, pulsating around his cock, and that was all he needed as he shot jets of hot cum deep into her ass. Roaring out his release like some Neanderthal, he actually felt like pounding on his chest, claiming to the world that she belonged to him. Seconds later, he heard Micah growl as he, too, erupted, coming deep in their wife.

  Spent and exhausted, Kelly fell across Micah’s chest, gasping for air. Her body a glistening sheen of sweat and sex, she had never looked more desirable than she did at this very minute. Slowly easing out of her, Daniel fell to the side, letting his now-flaccid cock lay limply against his thigh. He never said a word when he heard the soft breaths of his angel as she fell into a deep slumber, nor when Micah rolled over and turned out the light.

  All Daniel could do was turn toward his new wife, wrap his arm around her stomach, and follow his wife into a blissful sleep.

  * * * *

  The lights went out in their room, knowing damn well what Kelly was doing up there with those men. She was just like the rest of them. A slut, a whore, a no-good tramp.

  He should have listened when she said all of them were like that, but he just could not bring himself to believe Kelly was like the rest.

  Tonight the tramp proved him wrong.

  Regardless, he had a job to do, and now that he knew that Kelly was just like the others, it was going to be easier to kill her. He just had to bide his time and wait. She was next on his list, and then it was Emma and her brat, then that bitch, Antoinette.

  He had heard through the grapevine that Annie and her foreign lovers had returned from their honeymoon. Though no one had seen hide or hair of the bitch, word was she went and got herself knocked up, and her lovers were being overly cautious. That was all he needed, another pregnant bitch to kill.

  He just hoped she did not find out before he had a chance to knock one of them off because that was a conversation he did not want to have.

  Turning the ignition on in his truck, there was nothing he could do about Kelly tonight. He would have to plan accordingly. Make the preparations and then call her. He had not given her an update in two days, and he knew she was going to be livid.

  Putting the truck in gear, he sped off into the night, trying to think of a way he could finish off the Romanov family line.

  The drive back to Treasure Cove was a quiet one.

  One that he knew by heart.

  Growing up in this god-forsaken area, he hated every square inch of this place. There were two types of people from Treasure Cove, those who were born into wealth and those who were shit poor.

  He was shit poor.

  Coming from a family who barely had enough money to put food on the table, he did what he had to, to survive. Hooking up with the megabitch was just pure luck, and when she told him of her plan, his lust for more had overridden what morals his mother had instilled in him.

  He wanted it all, and after all these years, he was so close he could almost taste the money, and he would be damned if he was going to let some measly little bitches take what rightly belonged to him.

  For the next twenty minutes, he rode in silence, imagining what he was going to do with all the money, when a set of car lights flashed before him. Slowing, it didn’t take him long to recognize who the car belonged to. Then as if luck had finally seemed to be on his side, he pressed hard on the gas pedal and aimed his truck for the small car.

  The little car did not know what hit it, when the large truck swerved at the last minute, ramming it. The driver lost control, coming to a hard stop as it hit a large tree head-on.

  Pulling over to the side, he reached into his glove compartment and pulled out his Colt .45. Leaving his truck running, he walked over to the car and opened the driver’s side door. Looking at the woman before him, he wanted to laugh at the devil, for he had finally caught the evil bitch herself.

  “Please help me,” her hoarse voice said, interrupting his glee.

  “And why in the hell would I help you?” he asked, leaning against the door, waiting for her to recognize him. The bitch had not changed a bit since he last saw her. Still beautiful like the others, the only indication of her age was the slight graying of her jet-black hair.

  “Please help me,” she moaned again.

  “Not this time cunt. You have caused enough trouble. Someone wants you dead, and I aim to make sure she gets her wish. So tell me, Margaret. Was it all worth it?” he asked, cocking his gun then aiming it at her head.

  Margaret slowly turned her head. She knew that voice. When her eyes met his, the last thing she saw was the glint of elation shining in his evil eyes as a bright flash blinded her.

  Chapter Nine

  The misty rain covered the town of Treasure Cove as they stood solemnly listening to Reverend Bram Prescott presiding over Margaret Romanov Hicks’s funeral. Bram had moved to Treasure Cove over three years ago. A quiet man in his late twenties, he hardly ever left the church, preferring to stay indoors and away from the small population of the town. The only time any of the residents ever saw the man was on Sunday mornings as he gave his Sunday service.

  Regardless of his antisocial behavior, when he had heard of Margaret’s death, the reclusive preacher jumped into action, helping and consoling those who needed help. When Jeffery Hicks asked the young reverend to speak for the family, Bram accepted and now stood before the town, giving Margaret’s eulogy.

  Still in a state of shock, most of the residents could not understand let alone comprehend why someone would want to kill one of their own. Though most believed it was some passerby, just traveling through, there were a couple who believed differently. Word had moved quickly that Margaret’s murder resulted because of some nefarious reason surrounding the town charter, but Matthew Jenkins and Braxton Connelly quickly stemmed that gossip. However, a small few believed that was exactly the reason.

  Watching as the casket disappeared into the ground, Kelly squeezed Micah’s and Daniel’s hands. She was grateful for their support and did not know what she could have done without them. She had received the phone call from her mother the following morning as they were leaving the Best Lay Hotel. When Daniel asked her what was wrong, she was unable to answer him and just handed him the phone, reaching for the comfort of Micah’s arms.

  Together, they had met with the rest of the family out at the JC Ranch. The moment she walked in, Kelly did what she did best. Jumping into helper mode, the familiar manner was easy for her. She did not have to pretend or act accordingly.

  Working her way around the room, she served coffee and tea, offered sandwiches and cookies to the kids, and even stopped a time or two to give someone a hug. She asked if they needed anything, wanted anything, or if there was something she could do for them, but not once did anyone as
k her those questions. It was not as if she needed them to. She just wished they would.

  Laying an empty tray down on the counter, she closed her eyes for one minute and silently cried. Margaret was her aunt, too, and though no one noticed, Kelly grieved for her. She was going to miss Margaret.

  “What the fuck do you mean my mother hired you?” she heard Jeff quietly scorning someone from the back porch.

  “Margaret hired me to find who is behind the money laundering of the town charter. She believed that the person stealing the money from the town was just using that as a cover for something bigger, more sinister,” a familiar voice said.

  “The town charter became null and void when Gabriel married Antoinette. We all know that,” Kelly heard Matthew advise the stranger as she moved closer to the door.

  “That’s true, but what Margaret didn’t tell anyone was that there is a substantial amount of money involved. Money not related to the charter. According to Margaret, her mother came from money. Money that was given to her before she fled Europe before World War Two broke out.”

  “Nobody cares about the fucking money. Is this why my mother was killed, because of some stupid inheritance?” Jeff asked furiously.

  “Technically, yes. According to the family documents Margaret gave me, the papers are legit. I brought them along to show you,” the voice said.

  “Well, someone has to tell the husbands. They all need to know. Besides, I say we ask Kelly what she thinks. What do you say, Kelly?” she heard Jeff say, and gasped when she realized he had seen her.

  Quietly walking outside, she looked at the men before her. Four men, Jeffery Hicks, Matthew Jenkins, Braxton Connelly, and the familiar voice, belonging to Richard Masterson, all stood, staring at her, waiting.

  She really did not know what to say, let alone what they wanted from her. She did not know anything of her mother’s family history. That was something her mother did not ever talk about, and eavesdropping on their conversation, she now knew why. “I’m sorry, Jeff. I heard you getting angry and thought you might need to talk. I didn’t know what y’all were talking about. Nevertheless, if you really want my opinion, I think no matter how bad the situation is, you should tell the family. We all deserve to know if one of us is in danger.”