With Cherry on Top [Loving in Silver 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Lynn Stark

  Cherry was very certain of two things. Sheila Peterson wasn’t nearly as indifferent as she had appeared for Collin’s sake. And she hated Cherry. She suspected the woman was behind the attacks and would let Gray know of her suspicions. Having grown up on a ranch the woman would likely be familiar with a rifle. The sheriff could check to see if she or someone on the ranch owned a truck matching the description of the one which had run Collin off the road.

  And that was another thing, Cherry thought with a frown, the woman hadn’t mentioned the accident. Others had expressed their relief that he hadn’t been hurt. If Sheila hated Cherry because she was with the Preston brothers, how would she have felt when she learned about Gracie? The same. She would hate their sweet princess just as much because she had a coveted place in the brothers’ lives.

  Sheila had believed Gracie was in the car, though Cherry didn’t think it really would have made a difference if she had realized it was Collin driving it. If she couldn’t have the men, no one would. If that meant killing them, then that’s the way it would be. The attack on Jake was proof of that. With a scope at that distance the woman would have been able to identify who was driving the truck.

  Cherry didn’t say anything to Collin. She wanted to think about it some more then tell the others of her suspicions when they were together. They went to the grocery, filling up cart after cart, and then loaded it into the truck. She glanced around, seeing no sign of the other woman. Relaxing a little, she got in and buckled herself in.

  * * * *

  Mick knew something was wrong the moment he saw Cherry. Her expression was rather grim and he wondered what had happened while they were in town shopping. They had been gone a long time, much longer than expected, but though neither of them had called, he had spoken to the sheriff who was keeping an eye on them from a distance.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked bluntly, not really one for beating around the bush.

  Cherry looked at him in surprise, and then smiled thinly. “I’ve got an idea who is responsible for the vandalism and the attacks.”

  “Who is it?” everyone asked at once, including Collin. So, she hadn’t shared her thoughts or suspicions with his brother on their drive home.

  “Sheila Peterson. Gracie and I met her that day we went to the drug store. She wasn’t exactly pleasant.”

  Mick scowled. He was far from pleased. So were his brothers. “You should have told us about it. But tell us what makes you think she’s behind the bullshit that’s been happening.”

  “She didn’t behave like everyone else in town did today when they saw Collin.”

  Collin nodded. “I guess Cherry and I were thinking along the same lines. She just didn’t act like everyone else. And she didn’t ask the same questions about my accident or Jake getting shot. It was really strange.”

  “They were questions she should have asked. But she didn’t. And the look she gave me, well, if we had been alone in a dark alley she probably would have shown her true colors.”

  “I don’t like her,” Gracie said tartly. “She used to pick on me when I was little.”

  “When?” Mick asked, trying not to laugh at her when she poked her tongue out at him. “You’re still little, baby.”

  Gracie huffed. “You know what I mean. Okay, so when I was very little.”

  Those that had known Gracie as a little girl knew what she was talking about. She had been very small, much smaller than her sisters, and hadn’t experienced a growing spurt until she had been in her late teens. Now she was all of five feet tall and spunky as hell. Sexy, too. The men grinned at her, hugging her before they got back to talking about the suspicions concerning Sheila.

  “I don’t think it would be a bad idea to call the sheriff,” Mick stated. “He can go out to the Peterson ranch and check to see if they have a truck there matching the one used to run Collin off the road.”

  The call to the sheriff didn’t take long. Mick told him their suspicions, how the woman had acted when she met Collin and Cherry in town, and the very obvious things she didn’t address in her conversation with them. He also told him what Sheila had said to Gracie and Cherry when the two women had encountered her in the drug store.

  The sheriff agreed that it was odd, considering the residents of Silver made it their business to know everything and to ask about friends who had experienced misfortune. He promised he would go out to the Peterson ranch immediately then let them know what he discovered.

  Having to be satisfied with that, they fell into their routine of making supper together. It was a time they all enjoyed. He and his brothers made a point of getting home earlier than usual at least a couple days a week so they could help with preparations.

  Once supper was over they went to the den to watch a movie together. Max and Lovey joined them, Max stretched out by the door, Lovey sitting on the floor and leaning against Gracie’s leg. The pair had really bonded since the pup’s arrival.

  When the movie finally ended they were all more than ready to go to bed. With the wedding only just over a day away he knew they were going to need their rest. They didn’t have to work the ranch the next day, their fathers laughing when they gave them the next three days off.

  Mick chuckled as he remembered how hard the three older men had laughed after they imparted their generous offer. They were funny as hell, but he’d never tell them that. They had thanked their dads for their generosity before coming home.

  Gracie screamed as a bullet blasted through the window, hitting the wall just above his head. He pushed her to the floor as Cherry hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.

  One shot after another was fired into the house. The other two windows in the room shattered. The rounds hit the wall. Then they heard more shots and more windows shattering. Built out of logs, the house’s most vulnerable points were the windows.

  “Stay here. I’m going to let Max out.”

  “I’ve got Daddy Matt on the phone. They’re on their way and they’ve called the sheriff.”

  “No,” Cherry said. “Tell them to hold back. Max will only get distracted if there’s more than one person out there. Let him do what he was trained to do.”

  Keeping low, they took the eager but silent Max to the rear door as the shooter continued to focus their assault on the front of the house. His training made him the perfect weapon for this situation.

  As Mick opened the door Cherry gave Max a command and released his collar. He lunged through the open doorway and into the inky darkness. The only sound to be heard was the scraping of his nails on the patio until he hit the grass. He was a perfect stealth weapon. She shivered as goose bumps rose on her skin, thinking of what was going to happen next.

  They remained where they were until they heard the screams of terror and pain. Then they were bolting through the front door, Mick flipping on the porch light to see Max with a firm hold on Sheila’s upper arm, jerking hard at her and shaking his head every time she moved. The blows to his head and her fighting only made him more determined to keep his hold. He growled around her bleeding limb, a firm grip on her flesh by his wicked white teeth.

  Cherry and Mick grabbed her, rolling her to her stomach. A firm command to Max and he released her. Collin, Jake, Cody, and Gracie came out of the house. Collin was holding his pistol. Jake had handcuffs, and Cody, well Cody just kicked her in the side when she began fighting them again in earnest.

  “Bitch!” he growled furiously. “I wish he’d torn your throat out.”

  “Fuck you!” Sheila spat out, lying on her back and panting as she glared at those around her.

  “Not on your best day,” Jake retorted coldly. “I don’t know what your problem is, but you just made it worse.”

  “You were supposed to be mine. Not theirs. That’s what my problem is.”

  Unlike Gracie, they had never shown even the slightest interest in Sheila. Nor had they ever flirted with her. She had always just been one of the guys, doing guy things, which included, but were not limite
d to, beer drinking, arm wrestling, mud racing on four wheelers, and hunting. Hell, though he had never speculated openly, even with his brothers, he had always thought she might be a lesbian. He had never seen her out with anyone, though, not even a woman. Well, her secret was out now. She had wanted them. He was stunned.

  It didn’t matter. They had done nothing to mislead her. Anything she had believed had been a product of her own imagination.

  With a pleased and satisfied Max playing with the ball Cherry had sent Gracie in for, their relieved parents gathered protectively around them. They watched as the sheriff and the deputies read Sheila her rights before loading her into the back of a cruiser and hauling her away. They gave their statements, all wanting nothing more than to get it over with. And it was over with, for now, as the sheriff drove down the lane.

  * * * *

  Gracie sniffled as the door closed. She looked around at all the broken glass on the floor, the holes in furniture, paintings, and the walls. Lovey pushed at her hand, seeking to comfort her. Stroking the dog’s head, she looked around.

  “I’ll go get the dustbin and a broom,” she said thinly, trying not to think how close they had all come to being hurt, if not killed. Sheila Peterson was a madwoman, intent upon killing them all. “It won’t take too long to clean this up.”

  Collin grabbed ahold of her, sweeping her up into his strong arms. She loved the way these big men made her feel safe, as if they could protect her from all threats.

  “Not now, sweet baby. It’ll still be there in the morning. We have something more important for you to do.”

  Gracie liked the sound of that. Anything the men could plan was a lot better than cleaning. She wrapped her arms around Collin’s neck and held on as they made their way down the hall and to their bedroom.

  Lovey yapped as she was led off into the kitchen and to her crate. For once she ignored the puppy’s distress. She had a need to get some of her men’s special brand of care. It was the best and she knew that afterward she would feel completely alive again. Alive, loved, and protected.

  Once she was kneeling naked on the bed Mick came over with a large decorated can, which had once contained peaches but now held four small pieces of wood with names painted on each one. She loved games and this was the best. She and Cherry had painted the can then wrapped the top edge with a piece of lace. He held out the can and she reached in, plucking the first piece of wood.

  “Cody!” She smiled, showing everyone the stick. She reached in for the second. Pulling it out, she read the name on it. “Collin.” She looked up at him and smiled, blushing slightly. The man had such a wicked, wicked grin on his handsome face. She liked that smile. It meant he was going to do wicked, wicked things to her body.

  “Throw these next, princess,” Mick said, his arm wrapped around Cherry as they waited for Gracie to throw the oversized dice with words such as lick, or ear, or tickle, on each side. Some words had been crossed out with a marker and replaced with bolder suggestions. She rolled them across the bed, clapping her hands when she read the words. Eat was the first word. The second was pussy.

  Gracie patted the bed beside her, looking at Cherry expectantly. Her lover stretched her beautiful body out beside her, moaning as she began stroking the curves and flat planes lovingly. Her beautiful blonde hair pooled on the pillow. She would never tire of Cherry’s body. Sliding over top of her, she began kissing the other woman softly at first, then with growing passion. Their lips slid, their heads tilted, their tongues teasing and stroking. Her hands caressed firm breasts, luxuriating in their size, and then lifted up enough so she could rub their hard nipples together.

  Heat flashed through Gracie as she then rubbed their smooth mounds together. She heard groans, but they weren’t from Cherry or her. Lifting her head for a moment she glanced around to see the men fisting their hard cocks, obviously enjoying the show. It wouldn’t be the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Not if she had her way.

  Grinning to herself, she slid down Cherry’s body, licking and kissing as she went, taking a moment to suck each hard nipple into her mouth as the other woman’s hands stroked her neck and shoulders. Then she was kissing a path down over her stomach until she was between Cherry’s legs and taking her hot, juicy pussy into her mouth. She moaned with pleasure as she tasted her lover on her tongue.

  With the tip she slid it along the slit, dipping into the drenched channel, back up to the clit which was begging for attention from beneath its hood. Nibbling on the sensitive flesh brought more moans from both Cherry and the men. Sucking it between her lips she suckled until her lover was bucking against her, pressing her pussy against her face until she began fucking Cherry with her tongue.

  As Gracie did so someone pushed two fingers between her legs and into her throbbing pussy. Her juices covered them as they were thrust in and out repeatedly until she came right along with Cherry.

  Gracie fell away panting. With her feet planted on the bed she spread her legs wide. Her hand slid over her stomach to the wet flesh throbbing between her legs. Her pussy was on fire. Though one orgasm was nice, two would be even better. She parted the lips of her sex with her fingers as she looked over her men.

  Collin and Cody were the ones she was to play with tonight. She looked forward to it. All the brothers were creative, talented lovers. She still often wondered at her good fortune. And, Cherry, well there weren’t enough sweet words to describe the woman. When she could have been cold and hateful, she had welcomed Gracie, adding another dimension to an already complex relationship. She loved Collin, Mick, Jake, and Cody. She loved Cherry.

  Though she knew there were going to be times when they weren’t going to get along, she also knew they would work through it. Then they could have great makeup sex.

  “What has you smiling like that, princess?” Mick wanted to know.

  “I was thinking about makeup sex.”

  “But we haven’t fought yet,” Jake said, frowning and obviously confused.

  “I know. But I’m looking forward to it.”

  All four brothers stared at her for a moment as if she had lost her mind. Cherry laughed softly as she moved closer. She got it. Then understanding dawned on four handsome faces and they began grinning. They laughed together as they crawled onto the bed, all sexy male animals on the prowl.

  “I’m forfeiting my turn,” Collin told her with a sexy growl before he bent and bit the inside of her thigh. He sniffed and rubbed his lips over her pussy. “You are so damn sweet. I want to eat you. But I’m going to wait.”

  “But why?” Gracie cried, distressed at losing out on the fun. “Who gets your turn?”

  “I do,” Cherry said, moving over her. It was then she noticed Cherry had put on the strap-on dildo they had purchased together. Heat flashed over her skin. Despite all the things the six of them had done together, they hadn’t done this.

  Gracie looked up into Cherry’s beautiful face as the other woman settled between her thighs, prodding her soft, juicing flesh with the plump head. Oh, why had she asked for a large one? She thought it might even be larger than any of the men. Cherry smiled reassuringly then dipped down to capture her lips in a deep, tongue-sucking kiss. Whimpering, she wrapped her arms around Cherry’s neck, pulling her close as she entwined their legs and mashed their breasts together. The moment they were locked together the dildo breached her, stretching and filling until she was moaning with pleasure. Oh, yeah, this was good.

  “Fuck if that isn’t hot. I always wanted to see Gracie with Cherry on top.”

  Gracie wished she could see it, too. It was probably a really hot thing to see. Maybe she could get one of them take a photo another time. Right then all she wanted to do was make love with the beautiful woman thrusting hard into her, tilting her hips to rub her clitoris with each thrust, and to beg for more when it was over.

  As Cherry continued to kiss and fuck her Gracie stroked the line of her slender back, her fingertips grazing scars, and gripped the soft mounds of h
er ass. It was so much different than grabbing hard cowboy butts. Not nicer, just different.

  When something warm touched her cheek Gracie opened her eyes to see Collin kneeling beside her head. She opened her mouth obediently, taking his cock as far into her mouth as she could. When she felt the bed dip slightly on the other side she knew another of the men was feeding Cherry his aching cock.

  Gracie sucked and licked, bucked and thrust, until she came with a muffled scream around the cock filling her mouth. Silky streams of creamy cum splashed over her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed greedily, sucking Collin’s cock clean before he pulled it free.

  A moment later there were more moans. Turning her head she watched as Cherry slid her mouth down Jake’s cock, swallowing hard around it, before swallowing his release.

  The moans surrounding them came just as Cherry’s orgasm swept over her, her body forcing the huge dildo deep into her quivering pussy one last time. Warm streams splashed over their skin as Mick and Cody fisted their cocks, finding their own releases across their sated bodies.

  “I love you,” Gracie whispered, looking up at Cherry, then at her men.

  Cherry kissed her softly on the mouth. “I love you, too.”

  The men told her, too, as they gathered the women up and carried them to the bathroom and a steaming bath.

  * * * *

  Mick smiled as he came awake. It was just before dawn. A life of waking early every day was ingrained in him. He didn’t even own an alarm clock. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring into a warm brown pair. He smiled just as a big pink tongue swiped across his face.

  “Gracie, what did we say about letting Lovey sleep in the bed with us?” he asked, laughing when he heard her squeak on the other side of the puppy.

  “I’m sorry. Maybe you should spank me,” she suggested in a small voice.