Loving Sanctuary [Slick Rock 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  “Sit up, Sab.” As much as he would like to make love to her where they were, it wasn’t their house and he didn’t want anyone other than him and his brothers seeing her naked. She sat up, and he scooted out from behind her and got to his feet, then held a hand out to her, and immediately she placed hers in his.

  He helped her up from the sofa and led her toward the bedroom and closed the door.

  “Take your clothes off, baby,” he ordered as he started removing his own.

  When they were both naked, he scooped her up and placed her in the middle of the bed before following her down. He didn’t immediately pounce on her, but slowly and lightly caressed up and down her body, following the contours of her sexy curves and soft skin.

  “I love how soft you feel under my hands,” he said before leaning down and kissing her.

  He moaned into her mouth when her hands began moving over him, too. He loved the way she touched, caressed, and fondled him and would never get tired of it. When he was in danger of coming in her hand as it slid up and down his shaft, he pulled it away and drew his lips away from hers. He needed her in the worst way. His cock was leaking pre-cum and bobbing with the beat of his heart.

  “I want you to roll over onto your stomach, Sab. Will you do that for me?”

  She gave him a puzzled frown but nodded and rolled over. He reached into the bedside table for the lube before caressing up and down her back and kneading her ass cheeks.

  “Do you trust me, Sab?”

  “Yes,” she immediately replied.

  “I want to fuck your ass, baby. Will you let me?”

  “Oh God.” She moaned as he spread her cheeks and pressed a finger against her anus. When she tried to press back against his finger he pulled it away, opened the tube, and squirted some onto his fingertip.

  “Has anyone ever touched or fucked you here before?” He smoothed the gel around her asshole and pressed the tip of his finger into her.

  “Not fucked. Only you and your brothers have touched me there,” she groaned out as she lifted her hips from the bed.

  “I’ll be gentle with you, baby.” Trent hooked his other arm around her hips and lifted her to her hands and knees. “Place your shoulders on the bed, Sab. That position will open you up more.”

  “Oh,” she whispered as he pressed his finger into her further. “That feels so good. I never would have…” Her words trailed away as he begun to thrust his finger in and out of her star.

  After a few strokes he added more lube to his fingers and then pressed in two. She wiggled, moaned, and counterthrust against him.

  “More. Trent, I need you.”

  “Soon, Sabby,” he rasped. What he wanted to do was shove his hard, aching cock deep into her ass, but she needed to be stretched out so he wouldn’t hurt her, and her comfort and pleasure was important to him, so he took his time preparing her. When he had her stretched out, he rolled a condom onto his cock, slathered it in personal gel, and moved up behind her. Just as he pressed the tip of his dick to her anus, the door to the bedroom opened. He glanced over his shoulder to see Tristan enter before quietly closing the door behind him. His brother’s eyes zeroed in on Sabrina, and he started to quickly shuck his clothes.

  * * * *

  Sabrina had no idea that her ass was so sensitive, but now that she’d had Trent’s fingers in there, she wanted more. When she felt the tip of his cock against her rosette, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. She knew it was going to hurt a little having a large, hard dick in her ass for the first time, but she needed him to fill her so bad.

  He pushed against her, and she moaned when the head popped through her tight muscle. Although it felt strange and there was a slight burning sensation, it felt so damn good.

  “You okay, baby?” Trent asked around panting breaths.

  “Yes. Give it to me, Trent. Please?” She pressed back against him, but he gripped her hips to hold her still. She growled with frustration and was about to open her eyes to look back at him over her shoulder when she felt the mattress dip beside her. Her lids popped open, and then she was looking into Tristan’s hungry eyes.

  He didn’t give her time to ask when he’d gotten there, because he leaned over and started kissing her rapaciously. She whimpered into his mouth as Trent pressed into her a little further, and then she moaned when he pinched one nipple between his finger and thumb, before doing the same to the other.

  Tristan broke the kiss and scooted back slightly. “Get up on your hands, darlin’.”

  Sabrina pushed up to her hands and moaned when Trent stroked into her more.

  “Fuck! You feel amazing, Sab. So hot and tight.”

  He was the one who felt amazing, but she was so full, horny, and breathless she couldn’t have spoken right then to tell him so.

  She looked at Tristan when he clasped her upper arms and then helped her into an upright position on her knees. He rolled and slid his legs between her spread ones until he was lying on his back beneath her, and then he pulled her back down to his chest.

  “We’re going to love you together, Sab. Are you ready?” Tristan asked.

  She gulped, feeling a little nervous since she’d never had two men inside her at once before, but wanting it so bad her pussy clenched and dripped.

  Trent moaned, and his fingers clutched her hips tighter. “Hurry the fuck up, Tris. I’m not gonna last long.”

  Tristan wiggled his hips until she felt his condom-covered cock at her entrance, and then he shoved up into her in one gentle, searing thrust.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  Tristan froze and gripped her hair, turning her gaze to his. “Did I hurt you, Sab?”

  “No.” She clenched around him. “Need…more.”

  “Let’s give our woman what she needs,” Trent said in a voice hoarse with desire before he slowly withdrew his cock from her ass to the tip.

  As he pumped back in, Tristan withdrew and she found herself rising in a maelstrom of passion so intense she was shaking.

  With each stroke of their cocks in and out of her ass and cunt, they increased the intensity of their thrusts until the only sounds in the room were their moans, groans, heavy breathing, and the slapping of their connecting bodies.

  The heat from the friction built slowly, and the ache inside her grew more intense. Cream dripped from her pussy, but she didn’t care. All the mattered was the two men loving her and building the nirvanic pleasure inside her.

  “I. Can’t. Hold. Off.” Trent moaned as he slammed his pelvis against her ass, sending another riot of nerve endings zinging sparks of pleasure throughout her body. “Help her out.”

  Sabrina gasped and moaned when Trent shifted her up until she was sitting upright, and then Tristan started rubbing her clit with the tip of his finger. He wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t hurt her. He pressed firmly and rubbed fast.

  That was all it took to send her up and over the edge. Her eyelids slammed closed, her head tilted back, and she screamed softly. Her internal muscles grabbed and let go, clenched and released the cocks in her ass and pussy. Cream gushed from her cunt, and a white light streaked before her eyes. All the time she was coming, Trent and Tristan continued to stroke their big, hard dicks in and out of her holes.

  Just as the most explosive orgasm she’d ever had began to wane, Tristan pinched her clit and sent her back up into the stratosphere. Her whole body quaked and quivered, more cream spurted from her pussy, and she thought she was about to pass out.

  She only vaguely heard first Trent and then Tristan shout as they drove into her as they, too, reached their peaks. By the time she once more became aware of her surroundings, she was lying on the mattress in between them and they were caressing her body.

  “You okay, Sabby?” Tristan asked.

  “Amazing.”

  “We didn’t hurt you, did we?” Trent asked.

  “No. That was…You guys blew my mind.”

  Tristan chuckled and kissed her lovingly on the lips. “That was the whole idea
, darlin’.” He rolled from the bed and started to get dressed. “I’d better get back out there before Trick comes looking for me. I’ll see you at dinner, Sab.”

  Sabrina nodded and, when he was gone, rolled over and cuddled up to Trent. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

  “Would you want to do that again, baby?”

  “Hell yes,” she answered emphatically, which drew a chuckle from him.

  “I knew you were the perfect woman for us.”

  “I’m not perfect, Trent.”

  “To us you are.”

  “You make me feel so special.”

  Trent shifted until she could see his face. “You are special, Sabrina. You’re everything.”

  “You say the sweetest things.” She reached up and kissed him. “No one is perfect, but if you can overlook my faults then I guess I can overlook them, too.”

  “You don’t have any,” Trent said with a gleam in his eye.

  “Of course I do.”

  “Like what?”

  “I hate being told what to do.”

  “No?” Trent asked in a playful tone.

  “If I get pissed off, I yell.”

  “Like you did last night?”

  “Worse.”

  “Baby, we all get mad. I’m impatient most of the time and I can get real bossy, although I don’t think I’m as bossy as Trick. Tristan is just as bad as I am. None of us are flawless, but as long as we keep the lines of communication open, we’ll be fine.”

  Sabrina knew he was right. Communication was the biggest part of keeping a relationship healthy.

  * * * *

  Sawyer couldn’t wait any longer. He had a bad feeling in his gut, and he feared that Noble had been caught. He’d tried contacting the asshole on his burner phone, but the prick either had it turned off or was just ignoring him, because it went straight to voice mail. He was beginning to think he would never get his hands on that money, but he wasn’t about to give up now. He was so close to his goal, and he wasn’t about to let anyone or anything get in the way of him getting that cash. Even if Noble had been arrested by the authorities, the assholes may not have found his rental or the dump of a motel he’d been holed up in, and he wouldn’t have any trouble breaking into that car.

  Yes, it’s definitely time to put my plan in to action.

  He waited until the lights in the house were turned off and then crept toward the barn. He sat in the shadows for another hour, and then he picked up the two gas cans he’d had to lug from his own rental. It had been easy to buy the gas cans at the hardware store a couple of hours away, and no one had questioned him when he filled them up.

  He worked quickly, splashing the flammable liquid around the outside of the timber building, and when the cans were empty, he carried them over close to the house and stashed them behind a large shrub after making sure he’d wiped them down so his prints wouldn’t be found.

  After making sure no one was about, he scurried back to the side of the barn, pulled the matches from his pocket, lit one, and flicked it. The fire was instantaneous, and he jogged quietly back to the house and around to the window where he’d seen that bitch go the previous night.

  Now all he had to do was watch and wait for the perfect opportunity and that cunt would be his.

  It wasn’t long before the horses inside the barn started neighing shrilly and loudly. It took all of five minutes after that for the men to start running from the house. First there were only three of them, but he knew there was a total of six men inside. He hunkered down lower and remained still. Two more of the men came out and started on trying to douse the flames.

  Sawyer hoped the last asshole emerged soon, or he was going to have to take him out. He didn’t want to end up in a fight because that bitch might just get away from him before he could snatch her.

  He nearly sighed with relief when the other man came running out yelling at the top of his voice that the fire department were on their way.

  He had to move and he had to move now, otherwise he might get caught kidnapping the bitch. After looking at the men intently and seeing they had all the horses out from the barn and were working on the fire, he made his move.

  Still staying as close to the side of the house as possible and in the shadows, he headed for the open back door. They had made this much easier than he thought. She was in the house alone, and after one last glance at the men, he hurried up the porch steps and into the house.

  He smiled when he found her in the kitchen talking on the phone with her back to him. She didn’t even know he was there. Sawyer had learned a long time ago to be stealthy. One of his buddies had been in the military, and he had shown him all the tricks of the trade. He knew how to move without having his clothes brush against his body and how to walk without making a sound.

  She’d just said good-bye to whomever she was talking to and hung up the phone. Her body tensed as if she were about to turn around.

  He made his move. One of his large hands covered her mouth and nose, and his other wrapped around her arms and chest from behind. Her scream was muffled, but the bitch had gumption and fought against him. One of her legs kicked back, her bare heel slamming into his shin, but he didn’t release her.

  All of a sudden she relaxed her body and let her legs buckle, but he was ready for any move she tried to make and tightened his arm around her chest, squeezing hard. He lifted her up against him and stumbled when she planted her feet against the edge of the counter and pushed off hard.

  But he could feel her weakening. Without any air getting into her lungs it wouldn’t take long before she passed out, which would make getting her off the property much easier for him. She tried pulling her arms up out of his hold, but she was fading fast, and then she slumped in his hold.

  He kept his hand over her nose and mouth a bit longer until he was certain she wasn’t shitting him, and then he withdrew it, clasped her waist, turned her around, and slung her over his shoulder.

  He was out the front door moments later. When the fire trucks came roaring up the drive, he hid behind the trees lining it and then continued on to his car, which he’d parked behind a large bush past the entrance to the ranch.

  After opening the trunk, he slung the bitch into it, taped her wrists and ankles together, and taped a piece over her mouth. He didn’t want her making any noise in case he was stopped by the cops or when he went to Noble’s motel room.

  If Noble was incarcerated and the police or agents had found his hideout, he wasn’t about the let her give him away.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sabrina came awake with a start, and fear made her tremble when she remembered the man coming up behind her suffocating her with his hand. She could hear the drone of tires on asphalt and tried to use her hands to push up. The fear nearly overwhelmed her when she realized her wrists and ankles were tied together. The only consolation was that even though her mouth was covered with what felt like tape, she could still breathe through her nose.

  She looked around and took in the dark trunk she was in, but there was a little light coming from the tail and brake lights when they were applied. She wanted to give in to the fear, close her eyes, and go to sleep, but that wasn’t the way she worked. After taking a few deep breaths through her nose, her heart rate began to slow and the trembling in her body waned slightly. She had to keep it together so she could figure a way to get out of here, and if that wasn’t possible she would need all her strength to fight.

  Even though she had no idea who had abducted her, she knew it was Noble or one of his asshole thugs. She’d caught a glimpse of a big, muscular, bald man watching the office building as she left after she’d finished work, and even though she’d quickly glanced away, she’d felt him continue watching her until she’d turned a corner. Now that she thought back, she was sure she’d seen him more than once. The bastard had given her the creeps then, and if he was the one who had kidnapped her, she knew she was in serious trouble.

  If her mouth hadn’t
been covered, her laughter would have been loud and hysterical. She was in trouble no matter who had her.

  She just hoped she lived to see her men again.

  * * * *

  “All the horses are safe in the far corral,” Trick yelled and rushed forward with a large, wet burlap bag. Hank had a fire hose directed at the worst of the flames while Barry, David, Trent, and Tristan were trying to beat the flames out the same as he was.

  The fire trucks arrived just as the fire on the side of barn started to take hold. They stepped back as soon as the hoses began spraying water onto the flames.

  “This fire had to be deliberately lit,” Hank snarled angrily as he looked around.

  “I have to agree,” Trick replied. “The fire didn’t start inside. If I had to hazard a guess I say some sort of accelerant was splashed around before being lit.”

  “Why would…Fuck! Sabrina!” Trent roared and took off running.

  Trick’s heart skipped a beat before racing painfully in his chest, and he took off after his brother. Tristan was on his heels.

  Trent went racing toward one end of the house and Trick the other. The both came back out at the same time and entered the kitchen to find Tristan staring at the house phone handset dangling on its cord.

  Trick spun around, flicking lights on as he headed toward the front door while dialing Luke on his cell.

  “What’s up?” Luke asked.

  “Sabrina’s missing. We fucked up, Luke. A fire was started at the barn as a distraction and the asshole took her while we were trying to save the horses and put the fire out.”

  “I’m on my way. Don’t touch anything and make sure you don’t trample over or tamper with any evidence.”

  “Trick!” Tristan yelled. “I found a set of footprints. It looks like he was carrying something heavy.”

  “Sabrina.”

  “Shit. What did that asshole do to her?” Trent asked angrily. “Tris, go get a flashlight and let’s see if we can follow his trail.”

  Tristan took off to do as bid. Trick tried to follow the prints, but it got too hard the further away from the house he moved. He stopped and waited for his brother to come back with the portable light so he could continue on without messing up the tracks.