Deliverance [Slick Rock 17] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  It was slow going because they were being careful to keep the noise to a minimum, but finally he and Nash lifted the clear panel aside and set it on the roof. Cree donned his gloves to protect his hands from friction burn, and after checking his service weapon, he met Wilder’s gaze.

  “Ready?” Wilder mouthed the word just in case his voice carried.

  Cree nodded as did Nash, and Damon gave him the thumbs-up as he got into position. The hole they’d created was bigger than he’d first thought it would be, but still not big enough for the three of them to descend at the same time.

  Wilder must have thought the same thing. He pointed at Cree and nodded toward the rope. “Together,” he said in a low monotone that wouldn’t carry as he handed the flashbang grenade to Nash.

  Cree pointed to his eyes and closed them before meeting Wilder’s gaze again. His brother nodded, and then they moved to the edge of the hole. Nash was on his belly on the opposite side to Damon. The sheriff had one eye to the rifle scope as he waited for the countdown. Cree pointed at his eyes again when he turned to face Damon and got a thumbs-up in acknowledgment.

  They were good to go.

  * * * *

  Nash clenched his fist around the grenade and waited for Wilder’s go signal. When he heard Violet screaming, and then total silence, fear as he’d never known it coursed through his blood and into his heart. He trembled so hard, he almost dropped the grenade. After leaning over the side to find where Violet and Cindy were being held, he ducked back as he planned where he’d drop the percussion grenade, and as he took a deep steadying breath, he pushed his emotions aside. Nash glanced toward Wilder.

  He got his terror under control just in time. Wilder held up three fingers and started dropping them as he counted off. As soon as the last finger curled over, Nash pulled the pin and lobbed the grenade.

  He closed his eyes as soon as he hurled it and hoped the others had, too. The deafening explosion made his ears ring even though he wasn’t that close to it, but seconds later he opened his eyes again.

  Cree and Wilder had already slipped into the hole and were speeding down the ropes. Nash followed seconds later.

  His heart nearly burst out of his chest when he saw Violet naked on the floor with the asshole on top of her. He was just about to sprint toward her, but Cree and Wilder got to her first.

  Nash searched the room for Cindy, spotting her toward the far end of the building bound to a chair with her arms tied behind her back and her ankles tethered to the legs. Her head was hanging forward, but he could see the silver taped covering her mouth.

  He ran toward the young woman, pulling a pocket knife from his belt, and cut her loose. After he had her in his arms, he turned back toward Violet and his brothers.

  Cree had the asshole bound with his hands behind his back in handcuffs. Wilder had stripped off his shirt and was in the process of covering Violet’s nakedness.

  “How is she?” Nash asked once he was close enough for his brothers to hear as he gazed down into Violet’s face. He baulked when he saw the swelling and bruises on her face, but it was the dark contusion at her temple that had his earlier fear returning. Tears stung his eyes, and it wasn’t until he stared at her chest and saw that she was still breathing that he relaxed slightly. “Did he—” He swallowed around the constriction in his throat and prayed to who would ever listen that they’d gotten to her in time.

  Cree swiped at the tears on his face and shook his head. “We got her just as he was about to.”

  “Thank Christ.” Nash turned toward the locked side door when he heard the sirens and guessed that one of the sheriffs or other deputies had called the paramedics.

  As he carried Cindy toward the exit behind Wilder, who had Violet in his arms, a litany began to chant through his mind.

  Please, let Violet be okay. Please, let Violet be okay.

  Please. Please. Please.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Violet spent a total of five days in the small, new Slick Rock Hospital. She’d ended up with a severe concussion and had spent two of those five days puking her guts up.

  While she was aware of Wilder, Cree, and Nash at her bedside, helping to hold her hair when she was sick, giving her water to drink, and just generally taking care of her, she’d been in too much pain and drowsy to ask them any questions. One thing they’d told her had gotten through her pain-wracked brain, though. Cindy was safe.

  On the third day she’d been able to ask questions. Her men told her about what had happened to the male members of the cult in Werner and that the Bemidji Sheriff and his deputy had been members, as well.

  She couldn’t believe she hadn’t put two and two together when she’d dreamed about the star man, but she was glad that all those assholes were going to pay for what they’d done.

  Virgil Kennedy had been arrested and was facing a slew of felony charges such as rape, kidnapping, holding hostages against their will, as well as fraud and murder.

  Although she had regular visitors, her guys hadn’t let anyone in to see her other than Cindy. Cindy only spent one night in hospital for observation, and although she said she was fine, Violet knew it was going to take time for the teenager to get over what had happened to her. She’d apologized to Cindy, and though she’d said Violet had nothing to be sorry for, it was hard to not feel guilty. If Virgil hadn’t been obsessed with her, none of this would have happened.

  Wilder, Cree, and Nash were her rocks as she recovered. They swapped shifts with their fellow deputies so that one of them was with her at all times after she was discharged from the hospital. Enya, Delta, Jaylynn, Kiara, and Katie as well as other people she barely knew visited and brought casseroles and other food so that she and her guys didn’t have to cook.

  Violet gazed at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands after using the facilities. Although the swelling was gone, there was still mottled hues of greens and yellows from her healing bruises on her jaw, cheek, and temple. While she hated that she and Cindy had been hurt, she was thankful they were both still alive.

  Thankfully, other than Virgil slapping her around, Cindy had no other outward injuries and she hadn’t been raped.

  “Are you okay, sweetness?” Wilder asked as he entered the bathroom.

  She turned toward him as she dried her hands and smiled. “I’m fine.”

  “Are you sure?” Cree asked.

  He was leaning against the doorjamb and Nash was right behind him.

  “Y’all need to stop fussing. The doctor’s given me the all clear.”

  Wilder took a step closer, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her up against him. “I love you so much, sweetness.”

  Violet cupped his cheek with her hand. “I love you, too, Wilder.” She went up on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips before lowering down again. She gazed at each of them for a moment and said, “Thank y’all for saving me and Cindy.”

  Cree and Nash moved further into the room.

  Cree threaded his fingers with hers, brought her hand up to his mouth, and kissed the back of it. “You don’t need to thank us, honey. We would and will do anything to keep you safe.”

  Nash moved in behind her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and the top of her breasts. “We’d kill to protect you, baby. I love you so damn much, Violet.” He kissed her bruised temple.

  Violet leaned back against him and met his gaze over her shoulder. “I love you, too, Nash.” She locked eyes with Cree. “I love you, Cree.”

  “You’re my world, honey.” Cree paused to clear his hoarse throat. “Please, promise us you’ll never do anything like that again. I nearly lost it when I found out you were in danger.”

  “We all did,” Wilder said.

  “I never want to go through something like that ever, ever again,” Nash whispered.

  “Me either,” Violet agreed.

  Moving from NYC to Slick Rock had been a spur-of-the-moment decision all those months ago. She never would have thought the small, rural
Colorado town and the people living in it would end up being her deliverance. And while she hoped that she was safe to live the rest of her life being happy with her men, she wouldn’t change a thing if she could.

  Wilder, Cree, and Nash had ended up rescuing her from the clutches of evil and given her freedom.

  She was happy and in love, and now all she had to do was convince them that she was ready to make love with them again. She wanted, needed to feel their kisses, their touches, and their love emotionally as well as intimately. Having her men making love to her together would help her wipe away everything she had endured at the hands of a sick madman.

  “Will you guys do something for me?” Violet asked.

  “Anything,” Wilder answered.

  “Whatever you want, honey,” Cree replied.

  “Everything,” Nash said with sincere conviction.

  “Promise?” she asked.

  “Yes,” they answered at the same time without any hesitation and with a whole lot of trust.

  Violet smiled, sidled out from between them, and walked toward the bedroom. She made sure to put an extra sway in her hips. She stopped beside the bed, keeping her back to her men, and quickly removed her T-shirt and shorts. Wilder groaned, Cree gasped, and Nash made a growly noise. She turned to face her men and said, “Please, make love with me.”

  As soon as Wilder nodded and tugged at his belt buckle, Cree and Nash moved faster than she’d ever seen them move before.

  Violet giggled as she crawled up onto the bed after pulling the quilt down and then sat to watch the show. She was the one making sounds of desire as she stared at their sexy, naked, manly forms, and when Cree stepped closer, she wrapped her hand around his hard cock and pumped up and down.

  She moaned when he threaded his fingers into her hair, and then she bent toward him.

  Violet lapped at the bead of pre-cum and whimpered in need at his sweet-spicy taste. She opened her mouth and sank down over his hard dick.

  “Fuck! Your mouth is heaven, honey.”

  “Speaking of honey,” Wilder rasped out. “I need a taste.”

  Before she had time to blink, her hand was tugged from Cree’s cock, and then he climbed onto the bed next to her. Nash got onto the mattress on the other side.

  Violet was about to scoot up the bed since her legs were hanging over the end, but Wilder knelt, hooked his arms around her legs, and spread them wide before she could move.

  “Oh,” she moaned as he licked up through her folds before twirling his tongue over her clit.

  Cree palmed a cheek, turned her face toward his, and slanted his mouth over hers. She moaned as their tongues dueled in an erotic dance of passion. Nash molded one breast and rolled the nipple while he suckled on the other one.

  Violet’s arousal went from simmering embers to a raging inferno.

  Wilder stroked two fingers up into her pussy and pumped them in and out while laving and flicking his tongue over her clit.

  The pressure grew fast, and before she knew it she was hovering right on the cusp of release. But she didn’t want to come until she had her men deep inside of her. She turned her head to break the kiss with Cree, gasped in a lungful of air, and said, “Please.”

  Wilder lifted his head as he eased his fingers from her soaked pussy. He nodded at Cree and Nash. They tugged her further up the bed with a hand under each arm, and then Wilder got up on the mattress between her legs.

  He nudged her thighs wider with a knee, clasped his erection in his hand, and then he was pushing inside of her. He groaned and ground his teeth, while she moaned.

  Having her men make love to her was one of the most profound experiences of her life.

  She shivered as her wet tissues stretched, and then she sighed when Wilder was in all the way. He blanketed her body with his, pushed an arm under her hips and another under her shoulders, and rolled until she was on top.

  Violet bent her knees up, braced her hands on his chest, and then glanced at Cree. He already had the tube of lube in his hand, and she watched as he coated his hard, thick condom-covered cock with the viscous gel. Cree crawled down the bed and moved behind her.

  She turned to face Nash and smiled when she noticed he was waiting for her, up on his knees just shy of her shoulders, and he was stroking his cock.

  Violet curled her finger at him, beckoning him to come closer.

  He shuffled a little toward her, and she brushed his hand away, wrapped her own around the base of his erection, and pumped him a few times. When he groaned, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

  When Cree stroked a lubed finger over her star, she was the one moaning. She couldn’t wait to be stuffed full by her men. She bobbed her head up and down Nash’s cock, starting off slowly, wanting to make this last, so that they could all come together.

  Cree rubbed the tip of his dick against her ass and then applied more pressure. Violet drew a deep breath in through her nose and then exhaled slowly the same way. She groaned as his cock eased in with a long slow stroke.

  “Are you ready, baby?” Nash whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver and goose bumps to erupt over her whole body.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Nash clasped her wrist and tugged her hand from around his cock. The hand in her hair tightened, heightening her arousal, and then he wrapped his own hand around the base of his dick.

  “Let us do all the work, honey,” Cree ordered.

  She didn’t even get to respond before they were all moving.

  Cree drew out until just the tip of his erection was inside her ass, and as he drove back in, Wilder retreated from her pussy.

  Nash began to rock his hips, gliding his hard dick in and out of her mouth, but not going in deep enough to choke or gag her with his hand in the way.

  Violet burned from the inside out as they made love to her together. In and out they thrust into her mouth, ass, and pussy. Each heated stroke sent her another step up the steep slope until every muscle in her body was taut with tension.

  When Wilder shoved a hand down between their bodies and started stroking her clit, Violet almost lost her mind.

  The pressure grew as they pumped in and out, in and out, until she was a mindless being reaching for the stars.

  And then the pressure burst.

  She screamed as she started to come.

  Violet’s whole body shook and shivered while her internal muscles clenched and loosened, over and over.

  “I’m gonna…” Nash groaned right before his cum spewed from the tip of his cock.

  Violet gulped his delicious jism as she laved the underneath of his dick, hoping to enhance his climax. His dick twitched each time seed burst from it.

  Seconds later Cree roared as he slammed deep into her ass, his erection juddering and jerking as he spent himself in her back channel.

  Wilder gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her skin, and he shouted as he surged deep into her pussy one last time. Aftershocks wracked her body as his dick pulsed and palpitated. Each time more of his essence spumed from his cock.

  Violet slumped down onto Wilder’s chest as she tried to regain her breath. Never in her life had she expected to ever love and find love with one man, let alone three, but she was so glad she had.

  She was happy and content and looking forward to spending the rest of her life with the men who completed her.

  * * * *

  Violet sighed as she sank into the hot spa-bath water. Wilder, Cree, and Nash stepped into the tub and sat in the formfitting seats across from her. She frowned, because normally two of them sat on either side of her while she rested in the other’s lap.

  Wilder cleared his throat to garner her attention, and her frown deepened when she noticed one of his hands curled into a tight fist. He glanced at Cree and then Nash, and then they all shuffled toward her on their knees.

  Cree laced his fingers with her right hand and Nash with her left.

  Wilder rested a hand on her knee.

 
“Violet Evans, we love you more than we can ever say. You complete us when we didn’t even know we weren’t whole. You’ve delivered us from a life of loneliness. Would you please do us the honor of marrying us?”

  Tears pooled in her eyes and spilled over her lower lids as the love and happiness in her heart overwhelmed her.

  Violet didn’t need to think about her answer in any way, shape, or form.

  “Yes!” she said and then gasped as Wilder slid a diamond engagement ring on her finger.

  As soon he was finished, she launched herself from her seat and straight into her men’s arms, knowing they would catch her.

  She was right where she was meant to be.

  Violet’s years of capture had ended up being her deliverance.

  THE END

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