Build a Love (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Shearer, Suzy

  “Is that Ms. Kempton?”

  “Yes, yes it is.”

  “Hello, Ms. Kempton, my name is Detective Inspector Russell Grant. I just wanted to let you know that Elliott Farris has been released on parole.”

  I gave a little scream.

  “Please tell me you’re joking?”

  “No, Miss. I’m sorry but he’s served his twelve years and has been a model prisoner.”

  “How do you know he won’t come after me and finished the job he started?”

  “As a condition of his parole he is not allowed to contact you in any way or come near you.”

  I gave a sarcastic laugh.

  “Fat good that will do! I had a restraining order out on him last time and look what happened!”

  “I do understand your concerns but as I said, he’s served his time. He does understand what will happen if he attempts to contact you.”

  I started to panic.

  “Please tell me he doesn’t have my address?”

  “Most certainly not!”

  “Well, I guess I should be happy for that but I’m not. I know him, I know what he’s like. He’s clever.”

  I could hear the patient tone in the detective’s voice as he tried to reassure me.

  “Ms. Kempton if you are concerned at any time, if you think he is around, you only have to ring us. To make you more comfortable I’ll give you my direct line and my mobile number.”

  He rattled off his numbers. My hands were shaking so badly the numbers were almost illegible. I read them back to him to make sure I had them correct. He told me they were right.

  I suddenly had a thought.

  “You do realise he only has to Google my name and he will have my e-mail address. I’m a well-known artist, I have a website, and my - contact information is on there for prospective clients to write to me.”

  I heard his sigh.

  “As I said, if you think at any time he is attempting to contact you ring me. Understand this, Ms. Kempton, it would violate his parole conditions and he would be back behind bars as soon as we arrested him. In fact, he’s been out now for five weeks and obviously he hasn’t contacted you.”

  “Five weeks!” My voice rose a few octaves. “I guess I should be grateful you’ve let me know. It’s just that this is such a shock.”

  “Yes, I imagine it has been but now you are aware and know what to look for.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Remember call me if you’re worried at all.”

  I laughed recklessly. I could feel my terror building.

  “I’m worried already.”

  “I understand. Okay, well goodbye, Ms. Kempton.”

  “Bye, Inspector.”

  I hung up and sank to the floor with the phone in my hand. I immediately programmed both numbers in and put them both on my speed dial.

  Suddenly it really hit. I started shaking badly. I could feel myself starting to sweat. I didn’t know whether to be glad or unhappy that the police had told me.

  Maybe blissful ignorance was preferable to this. I remember what it was like before, how scared I was when he was stalking me.

  Every time the phone rang, every letter, every knock on the door would send me into panic mode. I lived my life in fear.

  Now it was happening again. I felt tears run down my cheek. I couldn’t deny it. I was terrified of what might happen.

  Suddenly the phone rang.

  I gave a startled shiver and screamed softly. I sat looking at it in my hand, afraid to answer it. Finally, after at least six rings, I tentatively hit ‘answer’.

  “Hi, how’s the most beautiful girl in the world?”

  “Marco!”

  I burst into sobs.

  “Babe? Babe what’s wrong?”

  I was beyond speaking sensibly. As soon as I heard Marco’s voice, all the fear and all the terror rushed in. I tried to get everything out, but it was all rushed and jumbled up.

  “Harry—Harry! Slow down. I can’t understand you. What’s happened?”

  I tried, I really tried, to calm down but I think I was hysterical at that point.

  “Harry, we’re on our way! Do you understand? Bryan and I will be there in about twelve minutes. Understand?”

  Through my tears I managed to say “yes”. I hung up and got to my feet. The next twelve minutes seemed the longest I’d ever endured. I tried hard to calm down, but the more I thought about it the worse I got.

  Finally I heard a car pull up and a key in the door. I was so glad I’d given the boys a spare key. I ran into the hall and practically knocked Bryan over as he opened the door and walked in, Marco coming behind him.

  I threw myself into his arms, sobbing. At last I felt safe. Bryan picked me up. He carried me in and sat me down on the old couch, his arm around me. Marco sat alongside and took my hand.

  I tried to stop sobbing long enough to explain what had happened. Marco leapt to his feet.

  “You’re joking, they let him out?”

  I looked up at him and nodded.

  “Yes, he’s out.”

  The boys managed to calm me down enough so I could tell them what happened. They were both angry but tried to reassure me that it was better for me to know.

  Marco went into the kitchen. He came back about ten minutes later with a hot cup of tea.

  “Here, babe, drink this.”

  I thanked him. I was finally feeling okay. I took a deep breath and then drank my tea. We talked about what had happened and the boys tried to convince me that this time nothing would happen. He’d been out five weeks and nothing had happened.

  I thought about it then realised if he wanted to get revenge and finish me off he would have done it as soon as he got out. I knew him, he wouldn’t wait weeks.

  Still I knew I would be on tenterhooks for the next few weeks, now that I knew. In my mind, I thought if nothing happened after he’d been out a couple of months then it would be all right.

  The boys stayed for another hour, until they were both satisfied that I was okay. Then they went back to work, reminding me if I was worried at any time just to ring them. They’d drop whatever they were doing and come.

  I was so thankful I’d met them. They were my protection, my love. They held my heart tight in their hands.

  The next three weeks flew past. There were no strange e-mails, no people lurking around the house. No strange cars following me around. The boys were super vigilant. They would ring me a few times during the day, just to make sure I was okay.

  I began to relax. It was now two months since he had been released. I finally believe he was going to leave me alone.

  * * * *

  “Gee, looks like the building next door’s finished. Are you going to plant a hedge along the fence line like the other side?”

  Bryan exchanged a strange look with Marco before he answered.

  “Not sure yet.”

  The house next door was interesting looking. It was low slung and looked very airy, with more glass than bricks. The whole thing had been rendered and painted off white. I actually liked it. I’d been watching it grow over the past three months. Still, the boys had been used to an empty block that only had a few trees on it, not a house.

  We went inside and I took my usual perch on a stool while Bryan made us all a coffee. We’d eaten out early tonight and decided to have coffee back here. Both boys seemed a little unsettled since I had asked about the house next door. I pushed it away. When the coffee was made, we took it into the living room and settled on one of the big couches. It was still only seven. We talked about some upcoming conference they were off to as we drank.

  “So you’re both speaking at it?”

  “Yeah, Bryan’s talking about the quote system we use. He developed it and got a software designer to create it for him. Now it’s starting to become popular and the conference organisers want him to talk about some of the tricks in using it.”

  “You never told me you were into designing stuff!” I accused Bryan with a bi
g grin on my face.

  Marco nudged me. “He hates telling people. Took him ages to tell me.”

  “So what about you? What are you talking about?”

  Seriously Marco replied, “How to work with an arsehole.”

  “Ha ha very funny, hon!”

  “No. I’m talking about drumming up business, talking to clients. Bryan thinks I butter them along and get all the jobs.”

  “So what else happens at it?”

  “Lots of networking. Chance to build up contacts, get info on good sub-contractors. See new products. We generally go each year. Just a pain this year it’s interstate, although it tends to travel around the country.”

  “You’ll miss us, babe.” Marco hugged me. “I know we’ll miss you.”

  I leant my head against him. I loved them both, and the past ten months had been wonderful. I knew a week without them would be so hard.

  “True, I will.” I sighed. “Almost a week without you both.”

  His arms tightened around me and he moved me around so he could kiss me. I sighed against his mouth as he increased the pressure on my lips. One hand was on his chest and I undid a button to slide my hand between the fabric and his skin. He responded by forcing his tongue between my teeth. We tongue wrestled a little, I could feel his cock by my hip getting harder and harder by the second.

  When he broke off the kiss I looked at him, he was flushed and gave me another peck on the chin. I gave him a wicked grin.

  * * * *

  God, I loved to watch when Harry and Marco were kissing, it’s such a turn-on. Tonight, Harry had her hand in his shirt and was rubbing his chest. I watched as she grinned at him and then slowly unzipped his fly.

  My man always goes commando. His cock jumped out and stood up for her. As I watched, she got down on her knees between his legs and lowered her head onto his dick. Marco laid his head back against the couch, his eyes were half closed as Harry’s head moved up and down on his cock.

  I stood and dropped my jeans and briefs, tore off my shirt. Marco opened his eyes wide and looked at me with pleasure written all over his face. I held my cock and starting pumping it with my hand. Marco grabbed Harry’s head and pulled her upright. He quickly stripped her, then himself. Harry turned to me and gave me a sexy smile when she saw what I was doing. She stood on tippy-toes to pull my head down and kiss me.

  Marco stood behind her. He grabbed those magnificent tits and massaged them, pulling at her nipples until she was moaning loud. I could see him rubbing his cock up and down her arse slit.

  I let go of my cock and pushed a hand between her legs. The rich sweet cream was almost dripping onto my hand as I began to rub her clit. I heard Marco whisper to her.

  “Who do you want to fuck you tonight?”

  “I don’t care, as long as I get fucked.”

  She was panting as she answered. I picked her up and carried her down the hall, throwing her onto the middle of our bed. She bounced, laughing as I grabbed her leg. Marco fastened his mouth on one of her tits as I continued playing with her pussy. She grabbed Marco’s cock as he knelt beside her.

  One of us needed to fuck her now. I reached over and grabbed some lube and gave it to her. Our girl loved rubbing it on our arses. She could choose tonight. Since we’d been together, being top or bottom had become blurred.

  Looked like it was Marco’s turn to fuck her as she squeezed lube on her fingers and started rubbing them up and down Marco’s arse. I watched as she pushed one, then two into his hole. Moving them in and out. I moved out of the way and let him between her legs. Grabbing a condom, I deftly rolled it on and watched as Marco pushed his cock into her cunt.

  He leaned forward to suck her tits while he was fucking her and it gave me the chance to rub my cock up and down his arse. He pulled Harry’s legs down further on the bed, sucked harder on those fabulous tits, and pushed his cock in hard and held it deep.

  My chance. I shoved my cock into his arse.

  We started to move together in rhythm. Me fucking him, while he fucked Harry.

  Harry was moaning, Marco was grunting, and I was in heaven.

  Fuck, I love them both so much.

  Harry started shouting that she was about to come. I could feel Marco was close and it would only take a few more pumps for me. I yelled.

  My hands were touching Harry’s legs, and I could feel her suddenly hold them stiff. I knew she was coming so I pushed my cock as deep as it would go into Marco. He responded by shoving his dick far into Harry’s cunt, holding it deep, then he yelled as he came.

  I was fucking shouting, too. That condom was filled within a second.

  Somehow we managed to untangle ourselves. I quickly got rid of the condom and jumped into bed, Harry between us. She kissed me then him. We wrapped our arms around each other, Harry had her arms on each of our chests. Marco and I held hands behind her head. I was on my side facing them, my other hand across her. We were together, as close as we could be.

  This was as good as it gets. Having the people you love close to you. I had to tell them.

  “Marco, I love you, hon. You know that you mean the world to me.”

  He grinned over at me, blew me a kiss, and squeezed my hand.

  “And Harry it’s about time I told you how much I love you.”

  She turned her head and looked at me, those beautiful green eyes filled with tears as she smiled and softly said, “I love you, too.”

  My heart leapt. Marco pulled her around.

  “If we’re telling the truth, then Harry, I love you, too. I adore you. You make us both complete.”

  “And I love you, Marco. I can’t quite believe this but you two are everything to me. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

  Somehow, we all ended up kissing each other and shedding a few tears. At last, we had everything we’d ever wished for. Now all we just had to do was convince Harry to move in.

  “Harry.” She must have heard the seriousness in my tone because she looked a little worried.

  “Harry, come live with us. Sweetheart ,we don’t want to spend our life without you in it with us.”

  “Yes ,Harry, say you will.”

  She looked stunned. I guess she wasn’t expecting this. I kissed her softly.

  “We love you so much, Harry. Please say yes.”

  “I…I don’t know what to say?”

  “Then just say yes.”

  She started laughing ruefully.

  “I just get a studio and now you want me to move. Oh well, I guess I can drive over each day.”

  “You’ll do it?” Marco pulled her into his arms before I got a chance.

  “Yes. I love you both and well…I want to be with you forever.”

  I jumped out of bed in happiness. I raced out into the kitchen, I was positive we had something bubbly in the fridge. I was right, I found a bottle of Ricadonna Asti.

  Perfect!

  Digging out three glasses, I took everything back into the bedroom. The other two laughed at me when I showed them. I knelt on the bed, close to them.

  “This calls for a celebration.”

  Opening the bottle, I filled the three glasses and handed them out.

  “To the two people in the world I love the most!”

  They both repeated the toast, we clinked glasses and drank. I looked at Marco and raised my eyebrow. He nodded. When Harry had finished her drink, he took her empty glass from her and finished his own. I got up, went out to the living room, and grabbed our clothes.

  “Harry, you have to get dressed.”

  “Why? I thought I was sleeping here tonight.”

  “You are, but we have to show you something.”

  “Oh, what?”

  “It’s a surprise.” Marco was laughing. “Just get some clothes on, Harry.”

  She shrugged her shoulders and we all quickly re-dressed.

  “We need a blindfold, babe,” Marco said to me. “Use a tie.”

  Harry looked intrigued. I grabbed a tie from the rack in ou
r walk-in closet.

  “Come on, Harry. You can walk without this for a while.”

  We led her into the kitchen, I grabbed keys then we led her out the backyard, then Marco tied the blindfold. I took one arm and he took the other.

  Carefully we led her along the covered pathway we’d recently had made.

  I was fucking nervous. I looked over Harry’s head to Marco and he looked as worried as I felt. We managed to get her next door without tripping her over. Leading her up the side path to the front door, I took the blindfold off.

  “What?” She looked at us confused. “This is next door?”

  “Open the door, Harry.” Marco said as I handed her the key. His voice was as tense as mine would have been if I’d been able to speak. I was too fucking scared to say anything.

  Harry looked from Marco to me, shrugging her shoulders, puzzled, and unlocked the door. She pushed it open and stepped inside. I pushed the light switch. The house came alive with lights.

  She gasped and looked around. She stood as still as a statue, then suddenly her knees buckled. Thank goodness Marco was close, he grabbed her before she hit the ground. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at him, then me.

  “Is…is this what I think it is?”

  I still couldn’t speak, I just nodded. Marco spoke for us both.

  “We…well we hoped you would live with us so we figured we should give you somewhere to work rather than having to drive back to your house. Harry?”

  We both looked at her. She had a hand to her mouth. We were worried. Maybe we’d assumed too much. I had no idea what to say to her. She held her hand, palm out and nodded. We waited. She gasped and took a big breath.

  “I…I don’t know what. How…Oh hell.”

  “Harry?”

  My voice shook as I spoke her name. She looked at me, Marco still holding her. Her face, she smiled at me and I swear the earth moved. She turned back to Marco and kissed his cheek, slipped from his arms, and kissed mine.

  “This is so amazing.” She had tears pouring down her cheeks. “This is wonderful.”

  I felt my heart start to re-beat. I was positive for a moment there it had stopped. Harry took my hand, then Marco’s, and began to walk through her new studio and gallery. As well as the build, we had sneaked into that set of drawers, taken some of the paintings, and had them framed. They were hanging on some of the walls.