Betrayed [Bound & Cuffed 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  “Evenin’.” Logan nodded cordially at Harvey. He’d maintained a polite, somewhat friendly association with the man. It helped his plot to break Harvey and Molly up.

  “Gotcha yourself some dinner there?” Harvey shot back as he eyed the bags hanging from Logan’s loose grip.

  “Yep.” Logan nodded as he mounted the steps and paused to shoot Harvey a quick smile. “Hate cooking, you know?”

  “You’re not lying,” Harvey agreed easily before turning to lift his fist to knock on Molly’s door.

  “By the way, I ran into your girl.” Logan tossed that out casually as he moved toward his own door.

  “Yeah?” Harvey hesitated.

  “Yeah.” Logan nodded. “She told me to tell you she’s going to be a late. Something up with the night manager.”

  “Shit.” Harvey sighed.

  “Told me to tell she’d be along as quickly as she could, but it was probably going to be an hour or so.” Logan fumbled with his own knob, pretending to be more focused on that task than on Harvey. He finally managed to get it open and paused only long enough to toss Harvey another smile. “See ya.”

  “Back at you, man,” Harvey returned before finally knocking on the door before him.

  It opened even as Logan was closing his. He could hear the murmur of voices easily through the wall. Sure enough, by the time he’d set the bags down on the kitchen counter, those murmurs had turned to moans. Good old Harvey. He didn’t let Logan down.

  Logan smirked at that thought as Bruce came wandering out of his bedroom. He barely looked awake and appeared grumpy as his gaze narrowed on the bags of food Logan had brought home.

  “What the hell is that?” Bruce came to a stop, his nose wrinkling in disgust and making Logan smile.

  “Dinner.”

  “More like dog food,” Bruce shot back. “I’m not eating that shit, and the last time I checked you wouldn’t either.”

  Logan couldn’t argue with that. He and Bruce might like Molly, but the place she worked at was a tourist trap with over-cooked, greasy food. Not that Logan objected to greasy food, but it still had to be good. Bruce knew that.

  “Oh God,” Bruce groaned. “This is part of your plan, isn’t it?”

  Logan didn’t have to answer. The sound of a car horn beeping rang from out front, drawing both of their attention toward the living room and the windows that allowed them to watch Molly come walking up the main path.

  She was walking right into Logan’s trap and into a horrible reality, but there was no stopping things now.

  * * * *

  It was hot out. The sun beating down on Molly had the sweat beading along her upper lip as she leapt out of her car and went racing down the path toward the front door of the apartment she shared with her best friend, Trisha. She was late meeting Harvey. Molly hated being late, even if it was only by a few minutes.

  Of course, she blamed that on Logan for distracting her by coming into the restaurant. Neither he nor Bruce ever came in, which made Logan’s appearance all the more suspicious. He was up to something. She just knew it.

  What Molly didn’t know was whether or not she’d have the strength to resist him yet again. Over the past two years, it had become like a game. Bruce and Logan tried to lure her into their bed, and she fought to resist them, but it was hard. Very hard.

  Despite every bit of common sense warning her that they simply wanted her because they couldn’t have her, Molly still wanted to give in. What woman wouldn’t? Between the two of them, the cousins were a feast of hard planes and thick muscles. They were both blessed with rugged features that emphasized their dark, glowing eyes. It was hard not to be hypnotized into forgetting all reason and giving in to the lust that bloomed inside of her whenever they were around.

  Molly couldn’t give in, though. She couldn’t take that risk because Bruce and Logan weren’t just a danger to her sanity. They were a threat to her very heart. That was a gift she refused to give them, certain they would crush it. Worse, she feared they’d addict her to a pleasure that no other man, or men, could match.

  Better to go without and be content with Harvey’s well-practiced moves. Even if the sex had gotten boring and monotonous, that wasn’t a bad thing to say about a relationship. After all, predictable was reliable. Those were two qualities Molly sought in life. They were also two things she thought she and Harvey shared, but she was wrong.

  Boy, was she wrong.

  Molly came to that sudden realization as she fumbled with the front door knob and shoved it inward to discover Trisha and Harvey writhing in an intimate embrace. They were butt-ass naked, but that wasn’t the worst thing. Neither was the fact that Harvey had Trisha’s ankles around his neck or his dick buried in her cunt.

  Instead, Molly’s eyes cut straight to the long row of anal beads that Trisha had hanging out her ass as Harvey pounded her into the ground. The son of a bitch had another set hanging out of his.

  “Oh my God!” Molly didn’t know if she yelled that or whispered it, but the words fell from her lips as her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. “What the hell is going on here?”

  As if she didn’t know, but some part of Molly’s brain just refused to accept the obvious. She found herself rooted in place, unable to process the sight before her as both Harvey and Trisha started shouting. They leapt apart, both nearly falling over as Harvey all but tripped over his own feet. He pulled back so quickly that Trisha’s ass went from the edge of the couch right down onto the floor.

  They were both rambling out expletives and explanations, but Molly didn’t hear a word. She didn’t care to. There was nothing left to be said. Nothing left to do but flee. Numb from the inside out, though, she barely managed to back far enough to slam the door shut before they re-rooted themselves, her mind still a chaos of emotions and her body numb with revelations.

  Out of nowhere a hand latched onto her arm, and she found herself being dragged across the plank wood floor of the porch and shoved into Bruce and Logan’s apartment.

  Chapter Two

  Molly didn’t resist, not even when she found herself folded into Bruce’s arms. She was still too much in a state of shock to respond to anything. All that registered in that moment was Harvey’s voice, hollering her name. He was on the porch now and yelling for all he was worth.

  Like there was anything left to talk about. There were no excuses, no explanations, nothing that would erase what Molly had just seen from her mind. All there was left was to be hurt once again, which was just why Molly stiffened up as Harvey began pounding on Logan and Bruce’s door, demanding that they open it up.

  Neither cousin obeyed that command. Instead, Logan stepped up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist and share the pain that was searing through her. Molly wanted to cry. She wanted to scream, but was too angry to do either. Flushing hot with a rage that had her trembling, she slowly lifted her chin off the hard, cut ridge of Bruce’s chest to glance up at him.

  Whatever she wanted to say, she didn’t know, and Bruce didn’t give her time to figure it out before he dipped his head and caught her mouth in a kiss that held nothing but hunger and demand. Both hard and soft, his lips broke over hers, forcing hers to open for the velvety invasion of his tongue. There was no sense of hesitation as he began to plunder the moist recesses of her mouth, flooding Molly with his heady taste and leaving her spellbound as the flush of her outrage mutated almost instantly into a lust so consuming it burned away all other thoughts but kissing him back.

  Molly’s tongue lifted to duel with his, drawing a groan from Bruce as he met her challenge with his own. Within seconds they were clinging to each other, devouring one another as the whole world receded around them, but Logan would not be so easily dismissed.

  He pressed in tighter behind her, his hands slipping down from her waist to wiggle beneath the band of her pants and invade the lacy scrap of panties she’d donned that morning. Then his thick, rough fingers were covering her mound and pressing down between the swolle
n, slick folds of her pussy.

  Molly broke free of Bruce’s kiss, gasping for breath as Logan captured her clit beneath one lone finger and began to roll the sensitized bud. A pleasure so sharp and piercing shot through her it left Molly clutching at Bruce for support as her whole body rioted with the delightful spasms clenching her muscles, but Bruce wasn’t there to be her rock.

  He slid free of her hold as he went to his knees, his fingers fumbling with the snap of her khakis. He didn’t even bother with the zipper before he was pulling the loose pants down to her ankles, exposing the sight of his cousin’s hand pillaging her intimate flesh. He stared at the sight, his dark eyes beginning to sparkle with a feral need that had her whimpering and bucking against Logan’s touch.

  He responded by screwing two fingers deep into her sheath, making her cry out and convulse with a delight that had her cunt clenching around his fingers. She wanted more. Needed it, and didn’t even have to ask for it.

  Logan took the gathered skirt in his free hand, holding it out of the way as his cousin ripped the panties from her body, revealing her molten flesh to the cool air and his heated gaze. Then his head dipped, his lips covering her pussy in a kiss that had him dueling with his cousin’s fingers for domination of her weeping folds.

  Bruce’s tongue twirled around Logan’s fingers, fucking itself deep into her cunt as he tickled her spasming walls and left Molly weeping with a delight so intense it ignited every cell in her body into frenzy. Nothing had ever felt this good, and never had she needed to be fucked so badly.

  It was as if they read her thoughts as both cousins began to shift and move. Molly found herself being lowered down onto her knees. Then Logan’s big, thick thighs were spreading hers wide, his hands forcing her ass higher until she could feel the lips of her pussy part wide, lifting upward in blatant invitation to the bulbous head of the cock pressing up against the clenched opening of her cunt.

  Molly moaned in delight as he pushed inward, stretching her wide and making her gasp with the delicious rolls of pleasure that spasmed through her body. As her lips fell open with her ragged breath, another flared cockhead pressed up against her tongue in a sticky kiss that flooded Molly with a different type of need. Without thought, she clamped her lips around Bruce’s dick and sucked him deep, even as his cousin thrust forward, filling her with his own thick length.

  It was decadent and probably wrong on every level, but Molly couldn’t deny the splendor splintering through her as Logan set up a hard-paced pound that matched the fist beating on the door outside. Harvey hadn’t left and somehow knowing that he was merely feet away made the moment all that much more forbidden and erotic.

  Molly gave herself over to the sensation, allowing everything to spin out of control as she matched the pump of Logan’s thrusts with her own flexing hips, savoring the hard glide of his thick meat across her sheath as fucked himself deeper than Harvey could ever dream of going. Neither did Harvey have the stamina to match Logan’s fast, frenzied screwing.

  His rapid rhythm kept pace with the pounding beat of Molly’s heart as her body began to tighten with an impending explosion that had her sucking madly on Bruce’s cock. He buried a hand in her hair, forcing her motions to slow as he took command of the moment. Molly tried to buck his hold, wanting, needing him to join Logan and her as the rapturous rush of her release began to sear through her.

  There was no stopping it. No stopping Logan as his fingers bit deeper into her hips, holding her still while he ground the thick length of his erection into her. He rode her with a hard, fast pace that sent her flying over the edge. Molly ripped free of Bruce’s hold, releasing his cock to scream out with the ecstasy making the whole world twist and bow before her bedazzled eyes.

  Logan was right there with her, grunting and writhing as the hot flood of his seed filled her body. Then he was collapsing, pulling free of her cunt as he rolled to his side, heaving with deep, ragged breaths that matched Molly’s own as she fell to the floor in a limp mess.

  Nothing had ever felt that good. That was a truth that Bruce, apparently, wanted to test because no sooner had Molly’s hips settled into the carpet beneath her than he was latching onto them, drawing her back up and right onto the thick length of his erection.

  Molly’s eyes bulged open at the sudden penetration and the pleasure it sent cascading through her already weak and exhausted body. Bruce showed no sympathy for her condition, though, as he dragged her ass all the way back down onto his lap. She didn’t even have a chance to catch her breath as he lifted her completely off the ground, forcing her legs to splay wide around his. The position had her cunt sliding all the way down his thick, meaty length until she could feel the tickle of his public hairs pressed tight against the flushed cheeks of her ass.

  Then he started bouncing her, his big hands lifting to cover her breasts and grind his palms against her puckered tips as Logan’s eyes fluttered open. He watched his cousin fuck her with a heated interest that only lent fuel to the inferno of lust beginning to boil through her veins. Then the bastard reached out to recapture her clit, making Molly jerk with a sudden implosion of pleasure so strong her sheath gripped Bruce’s dick in a fist too tight for him to escape.

  Bruce stilled, panting heavily behind her as Logan began to twirl and twist her clit, driving Molly straight toward a release that had her screaming once again. On cue, Bruce toppled her over and began riding her with a hard, relentless rhythm that had her coming in a rapid repeat of the pleasure Logan had already shown her.

  This time, as the ecstasy washed through her, the world darkened with it, and she passed right out with Bruce’s cock still pillaging the spasming depths of her cunt.

  * * * *

  How long she was out for, Molly didn’t know. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. All she did know was that she woke up much in the same position as she’d been when she’d passed out—sprawled out on Logan and Bruce’s floor and stuffed full of cock.

  What had she done?

  The answer was clear. She’d made a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake, because now she knew the truth. She’d been right all along. The pleasure that Bruce and Logan had shown her was addictive.

  Even lying there knowing that she should be pissed as shit at them for taking blatant advantage of the moment, Molly could only crave more. This was what she’d dreamed of, longed for, and she didn’t have the strength to deny herself, much less bother to move.

  It would have been easy to keep her eyes closed and simply let the fantasy of the moment take hold, but the sound of Harvey and Trisha arguing intruded on the moment, reminding Molly of everything she wanted to forget. There was no forgetting as she heard Harvey blame Trisha for getting him into this mess.

  Trisha’s response wasn’t kind, and she made it clear who had made the first pass. That cut deep. Harvey was supposed to be the stable, good guy, but he was just another perverted bastard. Molly didn’t know what pissed her off more. The fact that he’d cheated or the fact that he’d been a better fuck for Trisha than her.

  Where had she failed?

  Molly didn’t know, but that didn’t change the fact that she had. She really didn’t know who disgusted her more in that moment. Harvey, Trisha, or herself for being fooled by both of them. She knew one thing. Logan blamed her.

  “I should spank you for choosing him over us all this time,” he muttered from behind her.

  Molly stiffened at that, half tempted to tell him she should be the one to spank him for taking such merciless advantage of the situation, but she didn’t dare to challenge him like that. Not in her current situation with Bruce still curled around her back, his dick hard and buried deep inside of her.

  Instead, Molly agreed with him, allowing that to be her insult. “I should let you, given I was fool enough to fall for this trap.”

  “Trap?” Logan’s indignant reply echoed over Bruce’s groan. “You’re blaming this mess on me?”

  “You never come into the restaurant.” But he h
ad today, and Molly had a suspicion she knew why. “So how long have you known about Harvey and Trisha?”

  “Long enough for you to be mad if we admitted the truth,” Logan answered with his normal blunt honesty.

  It was a trait Molly both hated and respected. The one thing she knew. Logan would never lie to her. Bruce, on the other hand, was smoother. He put those skills on display as his arms tightened around her and he buried his head in her hair, his words brushing over her ear as he all but murmured right in it.

  “Come on, lass, you don’t really want to let Logan pick a fight with you right now, do you?” Bruce emphasized that point with a slow flex of his hips.

  The motion dragged the thick length of his cock against the still quivering walls of her sheath, igniting fizzling sparks that had her gasping as her eyes rolled backward. No, she didn’t really want to argue right then. She didn’t even want to think. All she wanted in that moment was to forget and enjoy.

  “Fine.” Molly didn’t have the will to resist, not the pleasure, not the men. “Fuck it.”

  She’d made her mistake. She might as well enjoy it for the night.

  “Actually, we’re planning on fucking you, lass,” Bruce growled back, sounding both amused and pleased.

  “You already are,” Molly breathed out, savoring the slow pump and grind of Bruce’s cock. “But it would be better if you would move faster.”

  Chapter Three

  Bruce bit back a laugh at that and kept his pace slow and steady. He’d waited so long for this, and that first time he’d been in too much of a rush to savor the moment, but now he had every intention of draining pleasure out of every second. The floor was no place to do that, but Bruce didn’t have the strength or the will right then to stop.

  Molly’s cunt felt that good.

  She’d felt better than anybody he’d ever fucked before. With the walls of her sheath tightening around him in a slick, sultry squeeze that had his dick swelling to epic proportions, Bruce could think of only one thing. More. He wanted. He needed it. He was about to take it.