Sage's Story [The Town of Pearl 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Don’t touch me,” she told him.

  He smirked. “I see breaking you in is going to be quite the chore. But, I’m up for it. As a matter of fact, I think once you start experiencing some of what I have in store for you, pet, you’ll start showing more respect.”

  “Fuck you.”

  She spat at him, and he grabbed her by her camisole, ripping the material as he placed her on his lap. She was straddling his waist, as she tried to hit him. He grabbed a hold of her wrists with one hand and smiled. “You will be. Very soon.” He looked over her cleavage as she tried pulling from his grasp. It was no use. The man was like steel.

  “I’m going to enjoy hearing you whimper and beg forgiveness. You’ll regret trying to run and resisting me.”

  “I’ll never do anything you say.”

  He jerked her wrists and she wound up against his chest.

  “You’ll do exactly what I say, Sage.” He pulled her arms behind her back, as he maneuvered her further up against his body so he could lick her neck. She tried turning her head to get away from him when he scraped his teeth against her shoulder to her breast. Using one hand to restrain her wrists, he used the other to cup her breast and squeeze it hard.

  “Ouch!” she cried out. He stared at her. “These are mine now. Those men you were fucking will never get to have you again. You’ll pay for that, too.”

  “Boss, we got a problem,” the driver stated. Brent looked over her shoulder and cursed.

  “Drive through them!” he yelled, and the driver gunned the vehicle. Sage was tossed to the side. She rolled and hit the door and then looked up in time to see the row of SWAT and police. They’d found her. Her men had found her.

  She felt the car jerk to a hard stop. They both hit the back of the front seat.

  In front of them, men on motorcycles were tearing through the small space the police hadn’t blocked. The SUV turned around and headed back the other way along with other motorcycles.

  “Shit, we’re trapped,” the driver yelled as the SUV came to a halt.

  “No, we’re not. I was prepared for this. That’s what all the C-4 was for,” Brent stated, and then reached down into the duffel bag and pulled out some sort of device. He smiled and looked at Sage. “Say good-bye to your boyfriends forever.” He hit the button and an explosion rocked the front of the building. The police and the line of SWAT disappeared behind a wall of fire and smoke.

  “No!” she screamed as she slammed his head against the side window stunning him. The truck started to move, but she reached for the handle, opened the door, and dove out. It took her a moment to recover from hitting the ground but she could see help in the distance.

  Shots fired, and ricocheted around her. The police were shooting at the guys on motorcycles and they were shooting back. Another explosion erupted as she heard Brent’s yell.

  “Get back here, Sage.”

  She was running for her life. She screamed as a motorcycle sped by her, then another one, and then shots fired taking out one of the guys as his bike slid across the concrete. She looked over her shoulder. There was Brent, hopping on a motorcycle and heading toward her.

  She didn’t think twice, as she ran for the motorcycle that lay on the ground, tilted it up, hopped on the bike, kick-started it, and revved the handles. A quick glance over her shoulder, and she saw Brent about to reach her. She took off for the smoke-filled area, uncertain what may be beyond the smoke and flames. It was do or die, and she wasn’t going to die by Brent’s hands.

  * * * *

  Matt, Quaid, Dale, Virgo, Mark, Wyatt, and Kenny had their guns drawn and were helping to arrest a group of guys who were fleeing the burning warehouse while the Federal agents and SWAT members were fighting off more people and helping those injured by the explosions. It was total chaos, when suddenly they heard the sound of motorcycles heading from the fire and smoke. Looking up, Virgo couldn’t believe his eyes, there was a woman, doing a wheelie out of the flames, and then landing on both tires speeding toward them.

  “Sage! It’s Sage!” Dale yelled.

  They saw the other man behind her, and Virgo instantly knew that it was Brent. He aimed his gun about to fire, but someone beat him to it, taking out Brent’s tire. The bike flipped, and Brent tumbled multiple times before landing face forward on the ground. In no time federal agents surrounded him as Sage skidded to a halt right in front of them.

  Her top was ripped, her body and face battered and bleeding, but she was alive, and the most beautiful, sexy sight he ever saw.

  “Holy shit!” Quaid yelled out as they all ran to her. She practically fell off the bike and into Quaid’s arms hugging him.

  “My God, baby, what the hell did you think you were doing?” Matt asked her, looking her over, as well as Kenny and Wyatt and the others.

  “Trying to get back to you, Matt. To all of you,” she said, her lips bleeding, eye swollen, blood on her knees and thighs, and her voice shaking with emotion. She was running on adrenaline. Virgo knew that look, and her body’s response, but he was just so relieved that she was here and she was alive.

  “Where the hell did you learn how to ride like that?” Kenny asked, as he squinted his eyes at her.

  “Young lady, I don’t expect any more drive-bys in Pearl ever again,” Wyatt reprimanded, and she lowered her eyes and hugged Quaid’s neck.

  “That’s her last wheelie, Wyatt. We’ll be sure to take care of her punishments, don’t you worry about that,” Matt stated, and they all chuckled except for Sage.

  “You can’t punish me.”

  “Why not?” Dale asked and then kissed her shoulder.

  “Because knowing how to ride like that just saved my life.”

  “She’s got a point, guys,” Kenny said and winked at her.

  She smiled. “Can we go home now? I just want to go home.” She closed her eyes and remained against Quaid’s chest.

  “More like to the hospital, honey. I’ll meet up with you guys there, and go over everything with Sage,” Mark stated and then headed toward the agents that had Brent under arrest.

  Matt and Dale moved closer to Sage along with Virgo.

  “Baby, I can’t wait to get you home. I don’t think I’m going to let you out of our bed for a very long time,” Matt said and then kissed her softly on the cheek.

  The others chuckled.

  “I don’t think I’m going to let her out of my sight for a second from now on,” Virgo added.

  “Hell, we should just get ourselves some handcuffs and take turns locking her to us,” Dale added, and they laughed.

  “Well, I like the taking turns part, and maybe even the handcuffs part, but only in the bedroom, fellas. A woman’s got to have her limitations,” Sage whispered, and she felt the slap to her ass and squealed then looked at Matt.

  “I think we need to get around to those rules we have for you, darling,” he said with a smile, and Virgo chuckled.

  “Rules? What kind of rules?”

  “The kind that keep you safe and keep that wild side of you under control, except for in the bedroom. Now let’s get you to the hospital to get checked out, and then back home to our place where you’re moving in, and you’ll be keeping busy for a very long time,” Virgo told her as Quaid began to carry her toward a black SUV.

  Epilogue

  The sun was setting out across the land, and Sage lay on the blanket after making love to her men, one after the next. She was content lying on Matt who caressed her hair, while Virgo stroked her inner thigh, and Dale and Quaid lay in front of her with their cowboy hats hanging over their eyes to block the sun. She looked their bodies over, feeling blessed to have found such sexy, muscular lovers. She had been lost but now she was found. She had blocked off her heart, but because of them, it was wide open. She made the decision to stay in Pearl, and in the loving arms of her four amazing lovers. Her heart was still heavy over the conversation she tried to have with them at the Inn before Mark had interrupted their conversation. She knew she didn’t wa
nt to leave Pearl, or them for that matter, but she needed to know where they stood in regards to her career.

  “What’s that serious face for?” Matt asked her.

  She was silent a moment and then brought up the conversation she tried to have with them about working in a research or computers area with the government or law enforcement agency to help stop men like Brent.

  “I didn’t mean to make you think that your career wasn’t important. I just immediately felt like you still wanted to leave us for Dallas, and that maybe you weren’t fully committed to us,” Matt shared. She reached over and caressed his cheek.

  “I guess we still need to work on our communication skills.”

  He smiled as he ran the palm of his hand across her ass cheek.

  “I think we’ve been communicating just fine.”

  She chuckled.

  “Well, what do you think about my idea then? Any connections anywhere that I could explore as options for a job?” she asked.

  “Actually honey, it’s funny that you brought this up,” Dale stated.

  She looked at him oddly.

  “You see, we were paying attention to you during that conversation that was interrupted. Once we got over our initial fear of you leaving us, we discussed some ideas of potential opportunities. Between the four of us, we know a lot of people. There are some options. You could work per diem like Matt and Quaid do, for the government, the state police and even the US Marshalls. Virgo and I have some close friends involved there,” Dale told her and she felt excited.

  “Or, you could assist us with some of the special cases we get from time to time,” Matt added.

  “But that would only be here and there. I was hoping for something more permanent.”

  Quaid cupped her breast and smiled sweetly.

  “Baby, we don’t need to make a decision right now. We’ve got time. Time to love you, cherish being here with you, and knowing that we’re in this together. Nothing will ever come between us.”

  She smiled, knowing that Quaid was right. She just wanted to relish in the moments like this, where they shared time together.

  “It’s so peaceful out here. Pearl is really a very beautiful place to live. I’m glad I’m staying,” she told them.

  “So are we,” Dale added.

  “I don’t know how anyone ever comes here and doesn’t want to stay, and live here forever.”

  They all agreed.

  After all she had been through in her life, after the fear, the pain, and the heartache, she now had love in its purest and finest form. No more emptiness, no more being afraid to feel, to touch, to be loved, and to reciprocate love and be vulnerable to it. It was because of her men, because of her family, and because of the town of Pearl. Heaven on earth, paradise, and a place for second chances.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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