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

by Jenny Penn

  They may not have been thinking about babies in that moment, but they were clearly thinking about how to make some. Molly smiled. That sounded like a fun way to spend the afternoon. It also sounded like the best way to christen their new home.

  Of course, it was still pure insanity to taunt them the way she did as she reached for the hem of her shirt. Molly pulled it free of the waistband of her pants, relishing the way both men tensed, their gazes narrowing in anticipation on her fingers as she tugged her shirt off over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her bra followed, but that was as far as she got before Bruce was lunging for her.

  With a shriek, Molly took off, racing for the bed, only to be toppled down across the soft mattress as Bruce caught up with her. He took her down, rolling her over the plush bedding until he had her pinned. Then he caught her lips with his, forcing Molly’s to open for the invasion of his tongue. This was what she really wanted. She didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to argue. She just wanted to be kissed.

  Kissed and loved. That was exactly how Bruce made her feel as he took full command of the moment. His tongue forced hers back into Molly’s mouth as they dueled, his hands pulling and tugging at her pants until she could feel the hard scrape and press of his clothes up against the heated flush of her naked skin. The sensation was decadent and wickedly wanton, even more so as Logan joined them.

  Molly felt the rough, callused touch of a second pair of hands sliding up her leg as Bruce fell to her side, making room for his cousin to spread her legs and dip his fingers into the honey well of her cunt. She was creaming so hard, aching with such pain, and couldn’t even catch a thought as Logan spread the swollen folds of her pussy wide and dipped his head low to place kiss right over her molten flesh. His tongue licked straight up her slit, making Molly jerk free of Bruce’s kiss to gasp for breath as her whole body spasmed with delight.

  That pleasure only grew more intense as Bruce’s big hands lifted to cup her breasts, offering them up to his kiss as he switched his attention lower. Together, they began to torment her as Logan lapped quickly at her clit and Bruce twirled his tongue around and around her nipples, going from one to the other until she’d been driven insane. Molly came in a hard rush, her whole body writhing with the force of her climax, leaving her limp and panting as the magnificent quakes of rapture dulled back down into a hard ache for more.

  By more, Molly meant both.

  She’d waited a long time for this moment. They all had. It was finally time. Molly made that clear as she reached down to cup Bruce’s cheeks and raise his head until their gazes locked. Then she had only one word to say.

  “Together.”

  That was how she wanted them. That was how she needed them. They didn’t deny her.

  Molly lay there watching both men through a heated gaze as they scrambled off the bed to quickly begin shedding their own clothes. For a moment, she wished they’d slow down and give her a chance to enjoy the sight, but both men were in a rush, and nothing beat the feel of having them crawl back into bed to capture her in a heated cage of satin flesh and the hard flex of their muscles.

  The feel of both men pressing in naked against her sent a shudder running through Molly, making her eyes flutter closed at the delicious sensation. She couldn’t help but to give in to the urge to squirm. Every nerve ending in her body lit up with a delightful sizzle that deepened into a searing burn as both Bruce and Logan clamped their hands around her hips and waist. They held her still as they ground the thick, heated lengths of their erections into her.

  Molly knew just what they wanted, what they were asking for. Without a second’s hesitation, she rolled to her side, lifting her leg over Bruce’s hard thigh and pressing the wet folds of her cunt up against his while Logan burrowed the sticky head of his cock into the curve of her ass.

  There they both rested, as neither man moved to take her up on her invitation and claim her body as she ached for them to do. She knew she wasn’t the only one in pain in that moment as Bruce finally spoke, his voice quivering with the self-control it took him to hold back.

  “Are you sure?” Bruce looked down at her with a concern that shone through the lust darkening his eyes, and Molly felt tears flood hers as he pressed her for an answer. “Are you ready?”

  Molly smiled and turned her chin to glance over her shoulder where Logan was placing a series of soft kisses, tracing a line toward the sensitive curve of her neck. He stilled as their gazes connected, the love shining clear in his eyes. Molly had only one question for Logan.

  “Did you remember to bring the lube?”

  It took a second for her words to sink in, and Logan broke into a smile that grew into chuckles as they did. Then he stretched up to capture her lips in a quick, fierce kiss before he rolled away, reaching for the nightstand. Molly watched him fumble with the small drawer built into it until Bruce turned her attention back toward him as he ran a hand up her thigh and smiled.

  “I think you’re wet enough for us to begin.”

  “Wet and waiting,” Molly all but giggled back, lifting her knee higher along Bruce’s hip, even as he pulled her closer, claiming both her mouth and her body in one smooth move.

  Molly moaned into Bruce’s kiss, savoring the feel of his swollen cockhead pressing into her sheath and stretching her muscles enticingly wide. A thrill raced up her spine as her cunt welcomed him in. She melted around him, clenching tightly down onto the thick dick making her moan with such exquisite, tantalizing pleasure.

  Still, she wanted more.

  Instincts as old and primal as fire kicked in, and her hips began to shift and arch as she gave in to the need for friction, for motion, but Bruce denied her. His hands fanned out along the curves of her ass, forcing her to still, even as he rolled her on top. Molly knew what came next, but that didn’t make it any easier to hold still.

  She couldn’t help but squirm as she felt Logan rise up on his knees behind her. Those naughty little motions earned her a slap on the ass, followed by a deep chuckle as Logan laughed and Molly moaned.

  “What’s this?” Bruce lifted a brow, grinning up at her. “I think our girl liked that. Do it again, man…oh, yeah. She definitely liked that.”

  Bruce’s words deepened with his tone as Molly moaned once again, savoring the sweet sting that had her cunt clenching even tighter around Bruce’s dick. Even he couldn’t stop his hips from flexing, grinding the meaty length of his cock against the sensitive walls of her sheath and making Molly pant.

  She panted up giggles, unable to stop herself from teasing Bruce as she grinned down at him. “Yeah? Who needs a spanking now?”

  “You do,” Logan answered, giving her ass another slap and changing Molly’s laughter back into breathless gasps.

  Then she didn’t even have the strength for that as Bruce’s grip tightened, pulling the flushed cheeks of her ass apart. Molly bit down on her lip, burrowing her head down into the crook of Bruce’s neck as Logan’s slickened fingers swirled around her puckered entrance before pressing inward. Her whole world lit up as every nerve ending along her spine sparkled with a rapture that only grew brighter the deeper he pressed.

  Then the cheeky bastard wiggled his fingers, making Molly squeal with the ecstatic rush that raced out of her pelvis. It spiraled out from both her ass and her cunt because there was so little room and every stroke of Logan’s fingers echoed in a deliciously addictive sensation straight through the thin wall separating her sheath from her back channel.

  Molly’s lashes fluttered as her eyes rolled back and the world narrowed down to nothing but the pulsating pressure building deep inside of her. It demanded to be fed, leaving her aching and whimpering as Logan’s fingers retreated. They were almost immediately replaced by the swollen press of Logan’s sticky cockhead.

  Biting down on her lower lip as she breathed through her nose, Molly couldn’t control the tremors that raced through her as Logan forged forward, filling her to the very limit and driving her to the edge of her sanity. Nothing had
ever felt this good, and Molly knew nothing else ever would. This was her heaven, right here, trapped between the heat and hunger of her two men.

  Then they started to move, and she forgot to breathe altogether as everything inside her seized with a sharp twist of a bliss so blinding Molly lost all sense of the world around her. The world didn’t matter. Not right then. Not with the feel of both Bruce’s and Logan’s cocks filling her with their heat and hardness and the glorious friction that erupted as they started to move.

  In and out, they alternated their strokes, never leaving her empty but always leaving her somewhat wanting. The slow rhythm they set only teased that need, driving it higher and making the lust boiling in her veins flame hotter until Molly cried out.

  “Together.”

  That was what she needed. That was how she needed them. Bruce and Logan didn’t deny her. Instead, they adjusted their rhythm. Surging forward in one smooth move, they both filled her body, igniting an inferno of delight that had Molly’s eyes all but rolling back in her head. There they stayed as Bruce and Logan matched each other’s thrusts, fucking her with a precision that left Molly moaning and writhing between them.

  Yet, it still wasn’t enough. She needed more, needed it harder, faster, but Bruce and Logan seemed content to torture her. They fucked her with a steady speed that flooded Molly with enough pleasure to leave her incapable of words but not enough to send her over the edge. Instead, they stoked the release building inside of her to epic proportions.

  They strung her out along that edge, suspending her there in a sea of delight so fine Molly lost all sense of reality. All that mattered in that moment was the hard, thick feel of their cocks pounding into her body. She could have lived and died there a happy woman.

  * * * *

  Logan closed his eyes and gave himself over to the magnificent feel of fucking himself into the tight, virgin clench of Molly’s ass. It was the most wondrous sensation he’d ever experience, and he could have died right then a happy man…happy, but not content because he wanted more. He needed it.

  Driven by a pleasure so great it threatened to rip him apart, Logan lost all sense of time and place as he gave into the rapture building inside of him, allowing it to drive him mercilessly forward. He pounded into Molly’s ass with an insatiable hunger that grew only deeper, even as the world exploded around him.

  Every muscle in Logan’s body tensed as the ecstasy pouring through him crested and then washed away his strength, right along with his soul. He felt as if he were glowing from the inside out as he caved beneath a river of tremors that had him collapsing down onto Molly, even as she screamed out with her own release.

  Logan could feel her cunt spasming, even as her ass clamped around his dick like a vise, milking every last bit of seed from his balls as the heated flow of his release flooded her body. Beneath Molly, Bruce roared out with his own orgasm as he, too, gave in to the moment.

  It was a fine moment, one that Logan wished could last forever…but it couldn’t. He could take solace only in the knowledge that together the three of them would visit this place of pleasure often. This was their future.

  That thought had Logan’s arms tightening around Molly, pulling her with him as he finally slouched over to his side. Even as he fell back onto the mattress, he held her close, refusing to relinquish the warm heaven he’d found buried in her body. He knew he wasn’t alone in that desperate need as Bruce rolled with him, keeping Molly tucked soundly between them.

  Not that she noticed. Other than a soft sound, Molly didn’t offer any objections but remained soft and pliant between their arms. She passed out just like that, and soon Logan joined her, tired and weary from the past several days of worry.

  How long he remained like that, Logan didn’t know, but when he next opened his eyes, it was dark outside and Molly’s ass no longer held him in the tight, warm clench of her body. He left her sleeping like a contented kitten as he went to clean up. When he came back, Molly still looked good enough to devour, but before he could follow that thought to its logical conclusion, a pair of jeans hit him in the face.

  “Come on.” Bruce stood over by the door, dressed and looking ready for battle. “It’s time.”

  Logan nodded, fully understanding what Bruce meant. “Give me a moment.”

  “Fine.” Bruce nodded and, without another word, turned and walked away.

  Logan watched his cousin go and watched the bedroom door close behind him before the echo of his footsteps sounded as he headed down the stairs. Only then did Logan turn his attention back to Molly. She was so sweet, so strong, so honest, and he loved her more than anything. He was going to win this fight, Logan vowed as he stepped up to the edge of the bed to brush a wayward strand of hair back off the soft curve of Molly’s cheek.

  Placing a soft kiss there and smiling as she smiled, Logan sighed and forced himself to turn away. The last thing he wanted to do was get dressed, but there was nothing else to do but go downstairs and settle this matter. That was just what he did, pulling on a T-shirt and his jeans before stepping into his boots and heading down to the main floor to find his cousins already congregated in the living room. To a man, they all rose up silently as Logan entered the room. For a second nobody spoke before finally Tex broke the silence with a grin.

  “So? You two going to do this thing or not?”

  Logan looked over at Bruce, waiting for his answer. It came with a slow nod.

  “Let’s get it done.”

  “Let’s,” Logan echoed, offering his cousin his own nod before turning and heading down the hall to the kitchen and the back door that lead out to the massive yard.

  Logan didn’t stop until he was standing in a puddle of moonlight in the very middle of the grassy field that surrounded their home. Only then did he turn to find Bruce coming to a stop a few feet away as their cousins fanned out in a circle around them, all of them but Tex, who stepped up between Bruce and Logan, giving each man a hard look before finally speaking.

  “Okay. This is for forever, so make it good because whoever wins this fight gets to put a ring on that woman’s finger. No second chances. No hard feelings. Agreed?”

  Logan didn’t even have to think twice before nodding. “Agreed.”

  “Agreed.”

  * * * *

  Molly wasn’t sure what woke her up. All she knew was that something was wrong. It started with finding herself alone in bed. Blinking open her eyes, she glanced around the room, but neither Bruce or Logan lurked in any of the shadows. They’d left, and something in her gut told her that was a very bad thing.

  That feeling drove Molly from the warm nest of the sheets wrapped around her, and she quickly scrambled out of the bed and began to pick her clothes off the floor. Throwing on her shirt, her head popped out of the neckline just as a flash of motion in the window caught her eye.

  Frowning and narrowing her gaze as she stumbled over to the newly painted sill, her eyes widened as the sight of Logan beating the shit out of Bruce came into vision. They were down in the backyard, throwing punches and kicks at each other like two idiots. It didn’t look like Bruce was winning. Not that Molly cared.

  She didn’t want them fighting at all, and Molly had every intention of putting a stop to it as she stormed toward the bedroom door. Forgetting all about her shoes, she flew down the stairs and rounded the curve on the handrail to race down the second set that fed into the massive foyer at the front of the house. No sooner had her feet touched the smooth, hardwood floors than they were lifted right back off of them.

  “No, you don’t.”

  “Wha—hey!” Molly shrieked, fighting back as a large, short man started carrying her back up the stairs. “Put me down this instant!”

  “Sorry,” he called out cheerily. “But I’m under strict orders to make sure you don’t interfere.”

  “Interfere?” Molly repeated with a grunt as she tried unsuccessfully to free herself from the man’s hold.

  “Bruce and Logan have some business
to settle.” The man finally dropped her on her feet on the second floor landing, though he used his considerable bulk to block her from shooting back down the stairs. “So you might as well head back up to the bedroom and wait for your men to come and get you.”

  “Come and get me?” That sounded beyond patronizing, and right then Molly’s temper couldn’t take anymore. “And just who the hell are you?”

  “Max.”

  “Max?” Molly spat the name back at him, not helped at all by that bit of information, but she didn’t need much help to figure out just who he was really. “Another cousin?”

  Max smiled and nodded toward the stairs behind her. “Go on, honey. Get back into bed and rest assured everything is under control.”

  That did it. Without thought, Molly kicked the obnoxious man in the shin and tried to dart around, but she didn’t make it. Max didn’t even howl with a fake cry of pain. Instead, he laughed and scooped her right back up, throwing her over his shoulder as if she weighted nothing more than a feather.

  As much as Molly cursed at him, she didn’t resist. Not this time. This time she worried that he might drop her down two flights of steps, and then, when they reached the bedroom, there really was no point. Max didn’t linger long enough for her to try to make a point either.

  He simply dropped her back on her feet in the middle of the room and then sauntered out, pausing to shut the door behind him. Then damned if she didn’t hear a key rattling in the lock seconds before a click assured her he’d trapped her in the room. If Bruce, Logan, and all their cousins thought that she was just going to accept being held captive once again, then they hadn’t learned their lesson.

  Determined to make everybody stop and listen to her, Molly marched over to the window and shoved it open. It was a long way down, but she didn’t even think twice before throwing her legs over the sill and ducking her head out of the window until she was hanging there mere inches from, no doubt, a fatal fall. There she stayed, hollering out to the men below.