Passion, Victoria 10: Jenna's Destiny (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  Dach surged into her again and again and again. The warmth inside her grew slowly but steadily with each stroke of his cock and then he shifted one of his arms around her splayed thighs and his fingers slid into the top of her slit. His thumb connected with and then began to rub lightly over her clit. Her insides grew taut, the helix inside her winding tighter and tighter, until the heat spread out from her womb, over her pussy and down her legs. Her toes started tingling and she curled them under, and then she was on the edge of a culmination so huge she screamed.

  Dach pressed down on her clit firmly and she kept right on screaming. Waves of euphoric rapture battered her from the inside out as her pussy clamped down hard on Dach’s cock, only to let go and clamp down again.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” Dach panted. “Squeeze me hard. Come all over my cock.”

  Just as the internal contractions began to wane, Dach took her clit between his index finger and thumb and pinched. Jenna’s eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened on a soundless cry as the pleasurable glory hit her again. This time, instead of riding the waves, she was tossed this way and that and she swore she saw Heaven. She was only vaguely aware of Dach thrusting into her one more time and roaring as he froze above her and trembled, as he, too, reached his peak.

  By the time the last internal ripple waned she was too replete and spent to open her eyes again, but she sighed when three sets of hands ran over her body with soothing strokes. Dach leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips over hers and then his brothers moved aside and he blanketed her with his body. She hadn’t expected him to want to cuddle and even though she was surprised by it, she also relished having his arms around her. She felt so emotionally connected to him she didn’t want to let him go.

  Dach kissed the side of her neck and whispered in her ear, “That was amazing, baby, and I could spend hours right here with you, but I need to deal with the condom.”

  Jenna nodded and sighed with resignation when he pushed up to his knees, reached down to grasp the condom, and gently withdrew from her vagina. She couldn’t help but flinch as his softening, latex-covered cock slipped from her body and she startled when he roared with what sounded like fury.

  “Fucking hell.” Dach pinned her with a glare and then looked at Des. “Go and fill the spa bath and make sure you put lots of Epsom salts in it.”

  Des rolled off the bed and entered the adjoining bathroom. Jenna didn’t know what she had done to warrant his anger but when she glanced at him again and saw that his visage hadn’t changed, she brought her knees up close to her body, rolled onto her side, and curled into the fetal position.

  “Jeezus fucking hell,” Dallas yelled. “What the fuck, Dach?”

  Jenna still had no idea what was going on but she hadn’t expected anger. Tears formed behind her closed eyelids and began to leak from the corners. She had thought making love to Dach with his brothers right there in the room had been special but it looked like she had been wrong.

  “Jenna, are you all right, baby?” Dach’s hand connected with her back and smoothed over it lightly.

  She was too afraid to open her mouth in case she began crying in earnest so she kept her mouth closed and shrugged. Dallas moved in close to her front, until his stomach touched her knees.

  “Open your eyes, honey,” Dallas demanded in a firm voice but she ignored him and squeezed her eyes closed tighter. The tears began to come faster and harder and she knew if she didn’t get some time alone, she was going to break. She quickly rolled away from Dallas and off the side of the bed and landed on her feet. She was about to head toward the door but Dach moved faster and stopped her. Her legs were shaking and her pussy was throbbing. She tried to push out of the hold Dach had on her but he was much bigger and stronger than she was so she didn’t have a hope in hell of escaping unless he let her.

  She held herself stiffly in his arms and locked her knees so she would fall to the floor. Dach removed the tie from her hair and threaded his fingers through her tresses. “God, Jenna. I’m so sorry, baby. If I could start out again I would.”

  “W–What?”

  “I’m sorry I hurt you, Jenna.”

  Jenna took a deep breath and finally lifted her head to look at Dach. She could see remorse on his face and clenched her teeth together so she wouldn’t groan with pain.

  “You didn’t.”

  “Yes, baby, I did.” Dach turned her in his arms and when she was facing the bed he nudged her chin up until she was looking at the sheets. She inhaled raggedly when she saw the small pool of blood on the bottom sheet and when she realized what had him and Dallas so angry and tense the pain in her chest lightened and then dissipated.

  She reached back and placed the palm of her hand on his cheek. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t ask for. It’s not that bad, Dach. Yes, there was pain at first, but after that you gave me so much pleasure I thought I was about to pass out.”

  “Really?” Dach leaned down and placed his cheek against hers.

  “Yes, really.”

  Dallas got off the bed and came to stand in front of her. She noticed that his cock had deflated after his words with his brother. “Are you sure you’re okay, honey? I can call the doctor to come take a look at you. Why were you crying?”

  Dallas moved in close until his upper torso caressed against her breasts. “I’ll be fine, Dallas. After a soak in the bath I should be as good as new. I was crying because I thought I had been a disappointment.”

  “No!” Dach spun her around in his arms and caught her against him when her legs gave out. “God, baby. Please don’t even think that. You weren’t and could never be a disappointment. When I saw that blood on your thighs and the bed I was so angry with myself for hurting you. I should have taken you slowly like I was going to.”

  “I told you to do it.”

  “Yeah, maybe so, but I am an adult man with experience and knew better.”

  “I am, too. I’m sorry as well. I just wanted you so bad and I honestly thought I wouldn’t have a hymen.”

  “You need to soak for a while, baby. The warm water and salts should help alleviate the soreness.”

  Jenna nodded and went to step out from between him and Dallas.

  “Let us help you, baby.”

  That was the only warning Jenna got before she was swept from her feet and carried into the en suite bathroom. She hooked her arm around Dach’s neck and rested her head on his shoulder. Des gave her a worried glance when Dach stepped into the filling tub and then sat down in the water with her on his lap. Jenna sighed as the hot water soothed her sore, swollen pussy and then she slumped against him and closed her eyes. They immediately popped open when she heard a small splash and smiled at Dallas and Des when they sat down on either side of her and Dach.

  “Jenna, are you sure you’re all right? I can get Dr. Ryan Sinclair over to examine you,” Des said.

  “I’ll be fine, Des. Just let me soak for a while. If I think I need to see a doctor I’ll make an appointment, but the water and bath salts are already helping.

  “That’s good, baby. As soon as you’ve finished with your bath, I want you to rest.”

  “Okay,” Jenna said and then covered her mouth when she yawned. That was the last thing she remembered.

  Chapter Ten

  Dach gave one last glance at Jenna as she lay sleeping in the bed, which now had fresh linen, and sighed. He still felt bad and guilty that Jenna was in pain, but she had helped relieve his mind by reassuring him that his behavior was what she had wanted. He also felt guilty over the fact his brothers hadn’t been able to make love to their woman for the first time, too. Hopefully she wouldn’t be scared of becoming intimate with them again and even though he’d seen the sincerity in her eyes when she’d told him she wasn’t upset, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to forget how much he had hurt her the first time he’d made love to her.

  He turned and walked out of the bedroom, heading toward the kitchen where his brother were preparing dinner and straight
ened his shoulders as he expected their anger over what he had done. He snagged a beer from the fridge, opened it, and drained half of it in one go. When he had his defense in place he turned to look at his brothers as he leaned back against the fridge.

  “Are you okay?” Des asked as he looked up from the vegetables he was chopping.

  “Yeah. No,” Dach shoved away from the fridge, skirted the counter and sat on a stool. “I’m sorry.”

  “Me, too,” Dallas said and looked him in the eyes. “I overreacted just like you did when I saw that blood on the sheet and her thighs. I don’t blame you for what happened, Dach.”

  Dach scrubbed his hand over his face and sighed. “I do.”

  “Don’t.” Des glanced his way. “Neither of you were to blame. It was just one of those things. Don’t let what happened hold you back next time. Our woman wanted what she wanted and it’s over and done with. She’ll be fine, but we keep an eye on her to make sure.”

  “Agreed.” Dach took another swig of beer and leaned his elbows on the counter.

  “I want to check out Joan’s boss,” Des said out of the blue.

  “Why?” Dach asked although he, too, wouldn’t be averse to doing a background check on her, and he would really have liked to have known the name of the guy who had been with her at Joan’s wake. Every time he thought about Mica and the dude that had been at her side, the hair on his body stood on end.

  “Something’s not right about her. I don’t know what and don’t ask me to explain. It just is.”

  Dach nodded, “I felt it, too.”

  “So did I,” Dallas said.

  “Thank God.” Des turned back to chopping the vegetables for the stir-fry. “I thought I was the only one.”

  “Nah,” Dach shook his head. “She was spitting mad when she came back in the living room, but underneath that anger was fear.”

  “And a scared angry woman is a dangerous woman,” Des met his and Dallas’s gazes again.

  “That she is, little brother, that she is,” Dach stated and dug in his jeans pocket for his mobile phone. He scrolled through his contact list and hit send when he found the number for the Passion police station.

  Noah Beech answered and after giving him the rundown on the situation, he asked his friend to look into Mica and the shop Joan had been working at in Castlemaine. After Noah had assured him he would do some investigating and telling him he’d contact Dach if he found anything, he hung up and pocketed his phone again.

  “Noah will call if he finds anything, but until then I need to be with Jenna. I don’t want her waking up alone and I just need to make sure she’s all right.”

  Des and Dallas nodded at him and Dach slid from the stool and headed toward the master suite. Jenna sighed and turned over onto her side as he walked into the room. Dach shed his clothes and then crawled up onto the bed and snuggled into Jenna’s back. He smiled when she pushed her arse into his crotch and then wriggled until she was comfortable. Dach pushed him arm beneath her neck so that her head was resting on his bicep and shoulder. When she sighed again and said his name, he felt like all his Christmases had come at once. Even in her sleep, she knew who he was. That had to be a good sign. Didn’t it? God, Jenna, you make everything right in the world, baby. I just hope you feel the same way about us.

  Jenna turned over until she was facing him and he wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her closer still. She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and then she whimpered. Dach hoped it wasn’t because she was in pain, but when she said her sister’s name, he realized she was dreaming and she started mumbling in her sleep. He was only able to make out a few words but what she said made him think that her sister was really there talking to her.

  “Mica…Jewelry box…USB stick…Money…Love you…So sorry…”

  Jenna sighed again, slung a leg over his, and then placed her hand on his chest. Her hand began moving in exploration and she traced each ridge of his pecs and even caressed his nipples. All of a sudden she bolted upright and screamed. The terror in that sound damn near broke his heart and then she started crying.

  Dach sat up quickly and pulled her onto his lap, hugged her tight and began to rock her. Des and Dallas came running into the room looking worried.

  “She was dreaming. Let me calm her down first and then we can ask.” Dach spoke quietly, hoping Jenna wouldn’t be startled by his voice, but he knew she was awake when she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung tight.

  “Shh, baby. It was only a dream. You’re safe, Jenna.” Dach rubbed a soothing hand up and down her back.

  Finally Jenna stopped crying and lifted her head from his chest. Even though her eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying to him she was absolutely beautiful. Des and Dallas moved closer and stroked an arm and a leg, offering her comfort any way they could.

  “Are you okay, sweetie?” Des asked as he ran his hand up her arm and started to knead the muscles in her shoulder.

  “Yes. I’m sorry I screamed.”

  “Baby,” Dach nudged her chin to get her to look at him. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Do you want to talk about your dream?”

  “Joan was talking to me. God, she looked so happy standing in front of me smiling.” Jenna sniffled and her voice wavered. “I miss her so much.”

  “I know you do, honey.” Dallas sat down next to Dach and Jenna and caressed her thigh.

  “What did Joan say, baby?”

  “She said that Mica was bad.” Jenna frowned. “She said something about her jewelry box and USB memory stick and money. I was just so happy to see her and because she was standing so close to me, everything seemed so surreal. Wait. She wanted me to look in her jewelry box.”

  Jenna pushed against Dach’s arms and he immediately let her go. She went racing to the closet, heedless of her nakedness, and then reached into the far corner of the cupboard at floor level. She pulled a cardboard shoebox out and then sat down on the floor, opened the box, and pulled out what looked like a jewelry box.

  Dach quickly pulled his clothes on and then sat down on the floor with her. Des and Dallas came closer and then Des sat behind Jenna lifted her up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. Dallas squatted down on her other side and placed his hand on her shoulder.

  “Is that Joan’s, baby?”

  “Yes,” Jenna answered and then opened the box. She picked up each piece of jewelry and stared at it for a moment before placing it aside. She repeated the process until the box was empty and finally looked up with a smile on her face. “Joan loved this box. Our parents gave it to her the week before they died on our sixteenth birthday. She always took great care with this. It was very special to her and she wouldn’t even let me touch it.”

  Dach nodded because he wasn’t sure what to say and then thought that he really didn’t have to say anything. As long as he and his brothers were with her and there for her when she needed them, that was all that mattered. Jenna wound the knob and listened to the music as she watched the ballerina turn.

  “Jeff and I got really sick of hearing this music.” She smiled softly as if remembering. “Joan would sit for hours on end in her room and play it over and over again. I think it was her way of being closer to our mum and dad.”

  “Yeah, I can see that would have helped her,” Des said and placed a kiss on Jenna’s head.

  When the music had stopped, Jenna picked up the small box and turned it over. She studied every corner and ridge and turned it upright again. She moved her fingers inside the box over every seam and stitch and then she gasped, picked the box up, and dug her finger into a tear in the material. She stuck her finger into the hole and pulled. The sound of the material rending was loud in the silent room. Jenna lifted the torn fabric away from the side of the box and reached in to pull out a small USB memory stick.

  “I need to use a computer.” Jenna pushed to her feet and shivered. She must have only just realized that she was naked and her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. She placed the memory
stick on top of the dresser and then rummaged around in the drawers for some clothes. After she was dressed, she turned to face them again.

  “Can I please use…”

  Dach and his brothers rose to their feet. He walked over to her and cupped her face. “Baby, you don’t need to ask to use anything. We want you to treat this place like your own home.”

  “Thanks,” Jenna said shyly and then hurried toward the door. Dach and his brothers followed her down the hall until they reached their office. Jenna rushed over to one of the computers and booted it up.

  He could tell she was nervous. Even though she was sitting down in the chair, she had crossed one leg over the other and she was jiggling that leg and nibbling nervously on her thumbnail.

  Dallas got to her before Dach could, picked her up, and then sat down with her on his thighs. When the computer had loaded, she took the cap from the USB and pushed it into the slot.

  “Are you sure you want to see what’s on here, honey?”

  “Yes.” Jenna turned her head to look at Dallas. “I’m scared, but I have to know.”

  Dallas nodded and wrapped his arms around Jenna. Her hand hovered over the mouse for a moment and then she took a deep breath, covered the mouse, and clicked. Dach and Des moved in to stand behind her and Dallas and stared at the screen. Jenna clicked again and two files were revealed. Both of them were Excel spreadsheets. She opened both files and studied them intently. Dach could see that she didn’t know what she was looking at but he saw what it was right away. Those two files were the books for the New Age shop Joan had been working at. One of them was legitimate and the other was doctored. It seemed that Mica had been embezzling funds and from the look of it, for quite a few years.

  “Shit!” Dallas looked up at Dach. “We need to make a copy of this and call the police station.”