Brooke’s Special Agents [Men of Montana 11] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Eileen Green

  The five-minute journey was silent, but Brooke’s mind was racing. She had to wonder if they were going to make love to her that night even though they had said they wouldn’t. It was up to her, they had said.

  Would she deny them?

  Frank was opening her door before she realized they had arrived at the hotel. Glancing around, Brooke realized that Bradley was letting them off in front of the hotel as the parking lot was in the back of the building.

  Taking Frank’s hand, she allowed him to help her from the vehicle, his free hand skimming her hip and side as she slid to the street. His eyes captivated hers for a moment, and what she saw there surprised her.

  Raw hunger along with nerves were embedded in their depths. His hand was hot in hers. He wanted her, probably as much as she wanted both of them. The question was, what was she going to do about it? Was the inevitable going to happen tonight?

  A car honking behind the SUV brought Brooke out of her desire ridden thoughts. Apparently, Bradley was blocking traffic on the narrow street and he needed to move. Frank helped her step onto the sidewalk before shutting the door, the thud sounding louder than Brooke imagined.

  The vehicle drove away as Frank escorted Brooke to the main door that faced the side street. The girl behind the counter glanced up from the magazine she was looking at when the duo walked in the door. She smiled.

  “Good evening. I see you guys have met.” Her cheerful demeanor was refreshing in a world where people couldn’t care less about other people.

  Frank halted to the side of the desk where the half swinging door sat. “We actually met last year,” Frank began. “We came here to reconnect with her.”

  The look on the redhead’s face was priceless when she realized he was talking about Bradley and himself. Then, as her eyes slid over to Brooke, a sly smile emerged as if she knew exactly what was going on. “Well, you all have a good night, then.”

  Brooke started for the beautiful wooden staircase but felt Frank pull away from her as he remained near the desk. Not sure what he was doing, she felt it was best to stay where she was.

  Frank motioned for the woman behind the small door to come closer. She stood gracefully and moved closer to him where he whispered something to her. Her face scrunched up first in confusion and then acknowledgment. “Of course not, sir. I would never compromise the well-being of our guests,” she whispered back, a bit of indignation in her voice.

  “Thank you.” Frank smiled at the woman. “I wasn’t implying you would…just wanted to make sure.”

  “I’m very familiar with the lifestyle,” she said, her voice still a whisper. “I come from a place where there are a lot of poly families.”

  “That’s good to hear. That there are more open-minded people out there is reassuring.”

  The woman blushed as she slid her eyes over to Brooke’s. “I hope you all have a wonderful stay, and if you need anything, just let me know.”

  “We’ll remember that,” Frank responded. “You’ve been quite helpful.”

  “Anytime.” The woman nodded to them both before she resumed her seat.

  As Frank made his way toward Brooke, mischievousness coursed through her. Quickly, she began to scurry up the staircase that had sat there for over a century. Her room was on the second floor, and although she didn’t know what the guys had planned for her, she was going to head there first.

  A squeal escaped her as she hadn’t passed the seventh step when arms came around her waist hastily. Frank pulled her back against him, giving her the sensation of falling backward, but solid muscle kept her from going too far. It was a comfort that one of the men would be there to keep her from harm. Or at least do their best to keep her safe.

  “Where are you going?” Frank asked, his mouth next to her ear.

  A shiver ran through her body at the closeness of him along with the heat of his breath. Although she was afraid of what might come tonight, she was beyond excited and aroused.

  Never before had she even thought about playing with herself, but if her two men didn’t relieve her tonight, she might have to do it herself.

  “I’m going to my room of course.” Her voice was hushed and lust-filled. Feeling a bit playful, she thought she would see if she could push his buttons. “I thought the evening was over.”

  “Oh, you know it’s not over yet, darlin’. We can go to your room, but we’re going to continue our earlier discussion.”

  Brooke looked back at Frank, catching his mischievous grin. Her womb seemed to seize together while her nipples swelled and hardened. She was finding that arousal was constant around them.

  When his body pushed against hers, she took the hint and continued up the stairs, his body plastered to hers. Heat covered her backside as Frank didn’t seem to want to be separated from her.

  On the landing, Brooke turned briefly to look down at the first floor. Bradley was just coming in the door. He glanced up at the two of them and started toward the stairs. As he passed the desk, the clerk handed him a piece of paper.

  “Thank you, love,” he said before heading up the stairs.

  Once Bradley reached them, Brooke continued on to her room. Frank kept his hold on her, the two of them walking as one while Bradley chuckled.

  “Brooke has invited us to her room to talk,” Frank explained as they came to a stop in front of her door.

  “Oh, she did, did she?” Bradley mused.

  “Yes, she did.” Frank released his hold on her as she dug the key out of her purse.

  When she had checked into the hotel, she marveled that they still used an actual key instead of the plastic key cards that most hotels used now. The touch kept with the old-fashioned feel of the century-old building.

  Two bodies pressed in on her as she slid the metal key into the lock and then turned the handle. Hot breath fanned the back of her neck in their anxiousness to be near her.

  A smile came to her lips at the thought that they wanted her so desperately that they were nearly pushing her into the room. Stepping inside, Brooke plastered herself against the wall as she held the door open and waited for them to enter.

  Both men stepped into the room, taking in the décor. She was certain it looked the same as theirs, only hers had one bed.

  Once they were clear of the door, she closed it, the click sounding ominous to her ears. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing nerves, she stepped into the main area of the room, laying the key on the dresser. There she stood, not sure what to do.

  Bradley was inspecting the window, for what, Brooke didn’t know. Frank was eyeing the boxes that were stacked up in the corner near the window.

  As Bradley closed the curtains on the window, Brooke swallowed hard. Both men turned to look at her. There was lust written in their eyes, but merriment flashed in them also.

  “Relax, Brooke,” Frank drawled. “We’re not going to do anything tonight.”

  “We’re not animals, love,” Bradley spoke as he sat in one of the chairs at the table. “We still need to get to know each other, and that’ll take a bit of time.”

  Her stomach was coiled up in knots, from what, she wasn’t sure. They had made it sound as if they wanted her tonight, and now Bradley said what he did. Also, she had spent months envisioning making love to them, and now that they were together, fear coursed through her. Why?

  Looking anxiously at her two men, she could see their nervousness in their mannerisms. Bradley was folding the paper he was given smaller and smaller, his eyes not even looking at it. Frank, on the other hand, was looking at her but absentmindedly turning the laminated card about the rules of the hotel on the table around and around.

  Brooke held back the laughter that threatened to bubble up. It was as if all three of them were nervous.

  “Why didn’t you get one of the larger rooms?” Frank asked, breaking the awkward silence. “You’re storing stuff in boxes, and they seem to be taking up a lot of room.”

  She shrugged her left shoulder slightly as she leaned against th
e wall with her other one. “I just didn’t want to take up room that others could use. Besides, those are clothes and some personal things I wanted close. All my other belongings are being stored at the warehouse. I didn’t bring any furniture. I’m starting all over in that department.”

  Both men nodded as if they understood.

  “What are you going to do with your stuff when it gets here?” she asked as Bradley motioned for her to sit in the free chair. Quickly, she offered, “No, you sit there.” She climbed up into the middle of the bed, crossing her legs. She watched as Bradley did as she had instructed. Of course, he sat gingerly.

  “We’ll have to start looking for an apartment tomorrow,” Frank began. “But perhaps we’ll look for a house for rent. I’d like more space.”

  “That sounds cool. I would have rented but am paying extra to have the house built quicker. I didn’t want to be stuck with a lease. If I had known you were coming, I could have let you guys stay there.”

  Both men chuckled, but Bradley spoke up, “Thanks, love. This was last minute and a surprise. But we’ll get along somehow. We want to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.”

  “I am. They’re very nice here. Actually, everyone around here has been so nice.” Brooke smiled at the reception she had received since she had arrived. Of course, most of it was because with it being a small town, industry, which was needed desperately, didn’t come along very often.

  Silence followed for a few moments, and Brooke noticed a touch of sadness in Frank before he spoke. “I was surprised when you said you were moving here. I thought you would want to stay away from the area that caused you such grief.”

  “We know it has to bring up some bad memories,” Bradley agreed.

  “I have to admit that I do have nightmares still, but that’s expected. Therapy taught me that. But work has kept me busy. That helps. And now that things are settling down, I can get together with some of the ladies.” Brooke picked at a thread on her socks as a lump formed in her throat. “I’m good,” she lied.

  She and her father had been close, but he didn’t know what to do when she would break down and cry. A pat on the back and an “It’s all right” was what she would get from him. Sometimes, she wanted comfort. No, she needed comfort.

  So far, she had kept busy enough to not have the bad memories pop up during the day. It was the nights, when she was alone, that brought them to the forefront of her mind. Sleepless nights had plagued her, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Perhaps now that Frank and Bradley were here, she would be able to preoccupy her mind.

  An arm swept around her shoulders quickly, pulling her against solid muscle. “It’s going to be all right, love,” Bradley whispered above her head. “I know how the nightmares are once you’re alone, and we’re not going to let that happen to you if we can help it.”

  Had she been that involved with her thoughts that she hadn’t realized she started crying?

  A hand rubbed her back compassionately, giving her an idea of where Frank was before she felt his leg against her hip. “We’ll help you anyway we can, sweetheart. The worst part of getting past an ordeal is being alone.”

  Before she realized what she was doing, she slid her arms around Bradley’s waist since he was in front of her. Tears streamed down her face, and for the first time since she had been rescued, she cried on someone’s shoulder.

  A warm wall of clothed male blanketed her back, offering her support. Reveling in the strength they were offering, she let herself be comforted.

  Time seemed to have stopped as Brooke cried through emotions she had kept hidden for months. She knew she should have gotten a therapist when she first arrived in Kalispell, but work had overwhelmed her. That would be the first thing on her to-do list tomorrow.

  Exhaustion seeped in on her from her emotional exertion. Her tears ran dry, yet these two men continued to hold her. It all felt right.

  Frank caressed her arm while Bradley’s fingertips skimmed her leg, soothing her troubled mind and spirit.

  Brooke marveled that they were content holding her. Those boys she had dated in college had been all hands, groping and clutching. However, these men were men. They were respectful and kind. They spoke of their love for her in their phone calls, and now she was seeing it.

  And she realized she loved them, too.

  It was unconventional the way they had met and began their relationship. They had been separated by thousands of miles, continents, and time zones, but they had always made sure at least one of them had spoken to her each day.

  Her heart leapt into her throat when Bradley had told her he had been shot. That she could have lost him without being able to love him like he should be loved had struck home.

  Time was a precious and fleeting entity, easily taken away in an instant. Her kidnapping had taught her that she had to grasp what happiness she could and hold on tight. She wasn’t going to let what she had with these two go to waste.

  Chapter Six

  What had she whispered? Did she just ask them to make love to her?

  Bradley’s heart skipped a beat as he glanced up at Frank. Their faces were so close, but that didn’t bother him. What bothered him was the knit brow on his friend.

  They had discussed it many times on the trip to Kalispell. They weren’t going to rush right in with Brooke.

  One, although they knew a lot about each other from phone calls, they hadn’t spent a lot of time together in person. There were little idiosyncrasies that would have to be learned.

  Two, Brooke was too much of a lady to just rush in and fuck her as soon as they met up again.

  Now, she had requested just that.

  Unwrapping himself from around her, Bradley pulled back slightly. Brooke looked so small and vulnerable in Frank’s arms.

  “Sweetheart, we love you, but we aren’t going to just jump right in. We still need to get to know each other some more. Besides, we are still beat from driving here, and you’ve been at work all day.” He would have gone on, but the lower lip protruding from her sweet mouth was nearly comical.

  “But I’m asking,” she whispered, her eyes downcast.

  Reaching out, he lifted her chin so she was looking up at him. Tears glittered in her dark green eyes. “I know you’re asking, and as much as we are looking forward to making you ours, we want it to be special. We want to be rested and be able to give you one hundred percent of ourselves.”

  A teardrop tore through his soul as one trickled down her cheek as she nodded. Her eyes sparkled from the tears as she gazed into his eyes. “I just don’t want to lose any more time,” she said in a wavering whisper.

  He smiled, for he now understood. They had lost a lot of time, and the thought of losing her when he had been shot had been strong. They weren’t guaranteed life, and it was short, so he could sympathize with her.

  “Brooke, we both have come to love you very much,” Frank said behind her as he squeezed her in his arms. “We know through the events that have taken place in the past few months that plans can turn on a dime. But we don’t want to rush into the physical part of our relationship. You admitted that you are a virgin. We don’t want to rush taking that from you. We want you to be sure.

  “Plus, tonight you are tired and emotionally drained. We would never make love to you while you are in that condition. Like Bradley said, we want all of us to come together as one when we are all on the same level. Let us just hold you while you go to sleep. Let your body get used to us that way.”

  She nodded her consent, causing Bradley to feel better about letting her down. “Why don’t you go get ready for bed, love? We’ll wait here for you and tuck you in.”

  “You’ll stay until I go to sleep?”

  She was still pouting as she asked the question. Bradley knew if they were going to have a great relationship, they couldn’t let her develop any bad habits. “We’ll stay, but you better change your attitude, young lady. You will not be able to manipulate us by pouting. Understood?”<
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  Surprise registered in her eyes at his stern tone. Her lower lip disappeared quickly as she tried to look a bit happier. “Yes,” she replied.

  Still holding her chin in his grip, he knew he had to go on as he had begun. “That’s ‘yes, Sir.’”

  The corners of her lips quivered as if she were fighting a smile. She didn’t waver when she spoke. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” Frank said as he kissed the side of her neck. “Now, go get your jammies on.”

  Brooke whipped her head around quickly as she tried to look at the man. “How’d you know I wear pajamas?”

  Frank laughed freely. “If those aren’t yours hanging in the bathroom, then I would have to ask who they belong to.”

  A sheepish grin crossed her lips as she lowered her head as if she was embarrassed. “Oh. Okay.”

  Releasing his hold on Brooke, Frank scooted back on the bed, but not before dropping a kiss on the top of her head. Bradley helped her up from the bed and then patted her bottom as she walked to the bathroom.

  Her luscious ass swayed as she moved, drawing all his blood to his dick. Embarrassed that a bulge dominated his crotch, he saw he wasn’t the only one with a problem. A glance at Frank told Bradley his friend suffered from the same affliction. It was going to be difficult to put her to bed without making love to her, but it was something they were going to have to get through.

  “We are in so much trouble,” Frank said lowly after the bathroom door closed with a soft snicker.

  Bradley chuckled as he sat in the chair closest to the window. “I never expected that. Especially after her little breakdown.”

  Frank leaned back against the headboard, stacking one pillow on top of the other. “Her announcement in the restaurant was shock enough. I hadn’t thought she would want to jump in with both feet so quickly.”

  Crossing one leg across the other, Bradley washed his hand down his face in frustration. “I think her breakdown had something to do with the decision. I know it can come out of nowhere to have that realization that you’ve missed a lot after a traumatic situation. I know I’ve had my own little moments.”