Blake, Abby - Suddenly Bear, Too (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Abby Blake

  “Good-bye, Wesley,” Levi said pointedly. The young man winked again at Ruby and then seemed to sort of melt. She was tempted to look over the counter again, but it had finally dawned on her what had happened to the weasel and why Levi had called it by the same name. A moment later, the weasel scurried onto the bench and ducked out of the window.

  “How does he do that?”

  “Same way we do,” Levi said with a shrug of his shoulders.

  Ruby shook her head. Despite her parents’ expectations that Ruby wouldn’t need an education—just a rich husband—she’d excelled at school anyway. And one subject she’d absolutely adored had been science. “What I mean is how does he go from a hundred-and-thirty-pound man to a one-pound weasel? What happens to the missing weight?”

  “It compresses,” Nickolas said with a wink.

  “Seriously?” Okay, that was a little unnerving. “So what you’re saying is that the weasel that just climbed out the window weighs a hundred and thirty pounds?”

  “Yup,” Nickolas said with a grin, but his smile faltered when he finally realized the direction of her thoughts.

  “So you and Zeek and Levi are just as heavy in human form as you are as black bears.” She leveled a stare at Nickolas’s face, practically daring him to answer her next question. “What about me?”

  “By the time you’re ready to shift you’ll weigh the same as your bear.”

  “What?” The high pitch of her voice actually hurt her own ears.

  “Ruby,” Zeek said, pulling her into his arms. “Over the next three months or so you’ll gradually put on weight.” He must’ve seen the horror on her face because he was quick to add, “The good news, though, is that you’ll still keep your current shape and height.”

  “Oh,” she said with no small amount of relief. The three men surrounding her were very large, well built, muscular, and quite intimidating in their height, but the idea of putting on weight to become a bear-shifter like them had not been palatable. Heavy women did not do well in the society pages.

  “Just don’t step on any scales in front of a human,” Levi added with a smile.

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, that would be fun to try and explain—not.” But then another thought occurred to her. “If Wesley is compressed as a weasel, would that make him more solid?”

  “Yup, in weasel form Wesley is damn near unbreakable.”

  “So bear-shifters in human form…?”

  “Same goes for us.”

  Now that did bring a smile to her face. While the idea of getting heavier wasn’t exactly appealing, the thought of being too heavy for a kidnapper to lift her certainly was. She might not remember exactly how she got here, but she sure as hell wasn’t eager to repeat the experience.

  * * * *

  Levi rubbed the back of his neck as frustration drilled through him. It hadn’t taken long to find out that the car had been a rented vehicle—paid for with cash, of course. The description of the two men matched that of the one Wesley had given them, and since their contact in the police department had already confirmed the names the men had provided to the rental agency were false, it seemed that they were at a dead end.

  “Can I call my parents, now?” Ruby looked so hopeful that he glanced at his brothers before trying to answer her. They’d managed to keep her away from social media, televisions, and news reports so far, but it was probably time to at least let her parents know she was okay.

  It was undoubtedly a pretty safe bet that her parents’ phone was being monitored, but without any leads they really had no choice. It wasn’t fair to let her parents worry unnecessarily when they had no idea what to do next.

  “Okay,” Levi said as both Zeek and Nickolas nodded in agreement.

  * * * *

  “Hi, Daddy.”

  “Ruby,” her father practically shouted down the phone. “Tell me where you are. Tell me what they want. Put those cowards on the line. Have they hurt you? God help them if they have. I will track them to the ends of the earth. There won’t be a hole deep enough for them to crawl back into.”

  “Dad, I’m safe. I’m with friends.”

  “Tell me where you are,” her father demanded, but she heard the wobble in his voice and knew the tone came from worry. Nickolas, Levi, and Zeek had told her what was happening in the real world—the ransom demand, the strange drugged-out plea she’d made on camera, their theories on how and why she’d ended up lying next to a nest of snakes—but the most concerning thing had been their interpretation of her father’s actions. Zeek had described in detail some of the things her father had been doing and saying via the news networks, and all three of the brothers had been adamant that his behavior had likely spooked the kidnappers into dumping her and leaving her for dead.

  But she knew her father well enough to know that he’d at least believed he’d been doing the right thing.

  “Daddy,” she said, trying to stem the flow of tears down her face as she imagined how hard this situation must be on her parents. “I don’t want to tell you where I am. I’m worried that the people who did kidnap me will come looking for me again.”

  “I don’t understand,” her father said really slowly. “Tell me about these friends you’re with. Who are they? Where did you meet them? How…how long have you known them?”

  Her father’s questions seemed stilted and not really what she expected the man to ask. It was almost as if he were trying to keep her talking. She slammed the phone down as every movie she’d ever seen where the feds were listening in on the line ran through her head. All three of her men looked at her as if she’d grown a second head.

  Levi raised an eyebrow, his amusement barely hidden as he waited for an explanation.

  She shrugged. It wasn’t until she saw their reactions that it occurred to her that things had changed in the past few years. Caller ID, for one. “I should probably call him back.”

  “I suspect he’ll call you back,” Nickolas said. He gave her a lopsided smile when the phone rang in Ruby’s hand. She glanced at the caller ID, nearly dropping the handset when she recognized her mother’s cell phone number.

  “Um…hi,” she said into the phone.

  “Ruby?” her mother asked frantically.

  “Yes, Mom. I’m okay. Really. I’m okay. I just…Where’s Dad?”

  “He’s talking to the officer in charge. They’re coming to get you and bring you home.” Her mother sounded like she was whispering, confirming to Ruby that something definitely wasn’t right.

  “Mom, what is it?”

  Her mother hesitated, and Ruby could practically hear over the phone the woman wringing her hands in distress. Ruby loved her dearly, but her mom had always been the textbook definition of “highly strung.”

  “I think you’re still in danger.”

  “Mom, I’m fine here. The men who found me will protect me.”

  “Found you? You weren’t kidnapped?”

  “Well, it seems I was kidnapped, but they…um.” Ruby hesitated, looking to the Brockman brothers for guidance. She wasn’t certain how much she wanted to divulge over the phone. Nickolas held his hand out and Ruby handed the phone over gratefully. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to handle this situation. She just felt completely out of her depth.

  “Mrs. Rickardson, my name is Nickolas Brockman. We found your daughter dumped in the forest not far from our cabin.” He gave Ruby a look that suggested it was best to avoid explaining about the snakebites. “She’d been drugged. She’s all right now, but we think she may still be in danger if whoever did this to her finds out she survived.” Ruby pressed closer to the phone to try and hear her mother’s words. Surprisingly, she heard them quite easily.

  “He tried to kill her? He really tried to kill her?”

  “He? Mrs. Rickardson, do you know who did this to your daughter?”

  “No. Not really. I have a theory, but I don’t have any proof.”

  “Have you spoken to the police? Given them your theory?”


  Her mother made a sound that Ruby recognized as one of shock. “I couldn’t do that. What if he’s innocent? I mean, I could cause all sorts of trouble for him. H–He’s a man who doesn’t like trouble.”

  “Mrs. Rickardson, are you afraid of this man?”

  Ruby’s mother hesitated a heartbeat too long before she said, “No, no, of course not.”

  “Just give me a name,” Nickolas said in a voice deep enough to hear his bear’s growl. “I promise to keep the police out of it until I know something for sure.”

  Ruby got the impression her mother was glancing around, making certain that no one was in hearing range before she whispered in a barely audible voice, “Simon McAllister.” Her mother disconnected the call before Ruby could talk to her again.

  * * * *

  Zeek was suddenly glad they’d decided to go with Ruby’s idea to call her parents. He’d been worried that her father would do exactly what he was doing—riding in to rescue his daughter and likely have them gunned down in the process even though they’d saved her, not kidnapped her.

  Everything he’d seen on the television and Internet suggested the man would shoot first and ask questions later. Their only saving grace was that Ruby’s father didn’t actually know how to use a gun, or so Ruby believed.

  But now that her mother had given them a suspect to direct their energies toward, Zeek was happy they’d contacted her parents.

  “Do you know the man your mother mentioned?”

  Ruby shook her head. “I suspect he’s probably somebody from the country club. My parents spend most of their free time there.”

  Nickolas handed her a notepad and pen. “Can you write down the name of the club? And maybe any other details you think might help. Were there any new people in their social circles recently?”

  Ruby sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she scribbled notes on the paper, and Zeek had a hard time resisting the urge to release the trapped flesh and soothe it with his tongue. After a few minutes she handed the paper back to Nickolas. He kissed her quickly. “Thanks, honey, I’ll call our contacts and see what sort of information we can dig up.”

  Ruby watched him go, but it was obvious to Zeek that she was feeling pretty rattled.

  “What is it, princess?”

  “I just…” She glanced around the kitchen at the half-made omelets. “How long will it take for my dad to get here? Fuck, I don’t even know where here is.”

  “It takes three hours for us to travel from the nearest town, and we’re familiar with the dirt roads. It’ll take at least that long even for local law enforcement to get here.”

  “What about by air? Could they get a helicopter up here?”

  “Nowhere to land,” Zeek said as he pulled her into his arms. “We have at least three hours before anyone arrives here to mess up our idyllic little getaway.”

  “Hmmm,” Ruby said, smiling nowhere near as shyly as she had yesterday, “breakfast won’t take that long. Whatever shall we do with the time?”

  “I have a suggestion or two,” Zeek said as Levi slid an omelet out of the skillet and onto a plate. “But you’re going to need your energy.” He winked at her as he lifted a mouthful of fluffy omelet to her lips. “Eat up.”

  He groaned, his cock instantly hard, as she closed her beautiful mouth over the fork. Shit, at this rate he was going to come in his jeans like an inexperienced dork. Even without the guile of an experienced woman, Ruby seemed to heat his blood faster than any he’d ever known. He handed her the fork and watched every single mouthful with rapt fascination.

  “Kiss me, princess,” he demanded the moment she’d finished eating. She smiled, leaned over, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He laughed out loud at her mischievous smile, but damn near swallowed his tongue when she dipped lower and kissed his stomach, moving to her knees as she fumbled with the zipper of his jeans.

  Her fingers brushed over his cock again and again as she struggled to release him from the confines of his jeans. He groaned, lifting off the chair slightly, helping her to remove the obstruction. When she finally wrapped her warm fist around his aching cock, he felt like he’d explode. Hurriedly he lifted her up and arranged her on her hands and knees in the middle of the kitchen table. Thank God the thing was solid oak, because what they were about to do on it would break a lesser table.

  “Suck me, princess,” he ordered as he slid his hands in her hair and eased her mouth onto his cock. She did exactly as he asked, sliding lower, taking more of his cock into her mouth before increasing the suction and using her tongue to massage the underside of his shaft.

  Nickolas came back into the room, glanced at Levi still cooking breakfast, and moved to the other side of the table. He caressed Ruby’s ass through the denim of the jeans Zeek had bought her yesterday. “This has to be the most gorgeous ass I have ever seen. Maybe I should spank it.”

  Ruby moaned around Zeek’s cock and sucked even harder. “I–I think that’s a yes,” he managed to force out between his clenched teeth. Hell, if she did that again, he was going to blow way before they truly got started.

  * * * *

  Excitement flooded every inch of Ruby’s body. She’d spent years masturbating to fantasies of being spanked and dominated by a man she could trust, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought she’d ever meet one, let alone three.

  She wriggled her ass, moisture flooding her pussy as Nickolas caressed her through the denim. He swatted her through the thick material, the soft sting merely whetting her appetite for more. He smacked her again and again as she sucked harder on Zeek’s cock and moaned at the delicious, but not nearly satisfying sensations.

  She got the impression the brothers were conferring silently because Zeek tightened his fists in her hair, stopping her downward motion and holding her in place so that just the tip of his cock was in her mouth. She licked the bulbous head as Nickolas reached under her, undid the buttons on her jeans, and dragged the material down to her knees.

  The denim made her feel trapped in place, her pussy pulsing, grasping at nothing as her arousal spun much higher. The first slap on her naked ass took her by surprise. The noise was so loud in the quiet kitchen that it seemed to bounce off the walls, mocking her with the unexpected sting. The next was even worse, tears filling her eyes as she grunted in pain and tried not to break the suction she had on Zeek’s cock. She panted through her nose, trying to hide how much she disliked what Nickolas was doing. Shit, she’d practically begged for this, and now she had no way of calling it off without looking like a completely naïve fool.

  She gasped as the next slap landed lower on her thigh at the same time that two fingers thrust roughly into her pussy. Her muscles clenched around the invading digits, her body trembling with unexpected arousal. The next slap was even harder, but instead of the sharp pain she’d felt with the others, this one seemed to merely intensify the shaking.

  Again a slap, again the wave of heat, again the shiver of excitement climbing up and down her spine. She cried out as Nickolas added another finger to her pussy, stretching her to the point of pain as he peppered stinging slaps up and down her buttocks and thighs.

  Her clit felt swollen, needy. She squeaked a sound of protest when Zeek pulled his cock from her mouth and pressed her face against his hard abdomen. But then the spanking increased, the speed, the strength, her need.

  Every muscle in her body was shaking. A low, keening cry escaped her mouth as energy exploded outward and climax overwhelmed her. She shook violently, grateful now that Zeek held her close. Nickolas still thrust his fingers into her pussy, but it was more of a gentle caress as he milked every last sensation from her orgasm.

  She practically melted against the hard wood on the table and let Nickolas maneuver her any way he wanted. He continued to lazily stroke in and out of her very wet pussy as he caressed the heated skin of her ass and pressed her down until her bottom rested on her heels.

  The gentle, slippery caress against her back passage felt far too nice to
protest, but she jolted, trying to squirm away when he pressed the tip of his finger into her ass. He and Zeek held her still, both caressing her spine, shoulders, and ass, gentling her as she adjusted to the unexpected invasion.

  She mewled a protest when he added a second finger and gasped as cold lube dribbled onto her skin. Nickolas worked it into her ass, his fingers making a scissoring motion as he stretched her opening and the muscles began to relax.

  “That’s it, honey. Let me in. I promise you are going to love this.”

  The loss of his fingers felt strange, but they were quickly replaced with the head of his cock. She grunted as he pushed in, her anus gripping the bulbous head, trapping him inside.

  “Breathe, princess,” Zeek said as he pressed soft kisses to her face and ran his fingers through her hair. She tried to comply, the uncomfortable pressure in her bottom making her want to clench her teeth instead.

  “Push out,” Nickolas said, sounding breathless. “Push against me. Let me inside.”

  She forced her muscles to comply, nearly screaming as the motion let Nickolas slide the rest of the way in. He held still, letting her adjust, his hands sweeping up and down her back in long soothing strokes.

  “That’s it, princess,” Zeek said in a voice that sounded very much like he was proud of her. “Relax and let Nickolas fuck your ass.”

  The raw words sent heat slithering lower. Wave after wave of molten lava rippled over her body as Nickolas started to move. He lifted her hips slightly, adjusting the angle, moving a little faster. He thrust to the hilt, pulled out slowly, and then thrust quickly back in. Every nerve ending flared to life, and Ruby screamed when orgasm exploded through her unexpectedly.

  “Holy fuck,” Nickolas exclaimed through what sounded like gritted teeth. He pulled out only partway, slamming back in as her ass muscles gripped and released him rhythmically. He groaned, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he pumped his seed into her back passage. He leaned over her, his weight pressing against her, but not uncomfortably so. “Holy hell, Ruby, honey, that was incredible.”