Beloved by Brothers [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Doms of Destiny, Colorado 6
Beloved by Brothers
Betrayed, Phoebe Blue broke up with the Wolfe brothers three years ago. Her heart remains theirs, but she vows to keep her feelings buried.
Sheriff Jason Wolfe sent his best friend, Phoebe’s brother, to prison, and lost the only woman he ever loved. Architect Lucas Wolfe has thrown himself into his career, but nothing has filled the hole left behind after Phoebe said goodbye. Mitchell Wolfe, drummer and songwriter, has been searching for the “sound” he heard the first time he made love to Phoebe. Since she’s out of his life, he’s not sure he will ever hear that beautiful music again.
A crazed stalker, gunning for Phoebe, pushes her back into the arms of the Wolfes. The three brothers join forces to protect the woman they have never stopped loving. Will these former lovers find the passion they once shared, or will tragedy kill their last chance at happiness?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense
Length: 56,814 words
BELOVED BY BROTHERS
Doms of Destiny, Colorado 6
Chloe Lang
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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BELOVED BY BROTHERS
Copyright © 2013 by Chloe Lang
First E-book Publication: November 2013
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DEDICATION
My sister Lisa has always been there for me whenever I need someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on.
Thank you for your love and support.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
About the Author
BELOVED BY BROTHERS
Doms of Destiny, Colorado 6
CHLOE LANG
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Phoebe Blue’s cell buzzed. Being in a hurry, she didn’t take the time to look at the caller ID. “Hello?”
“Hey, baby.”
Though she’d heard the sickening voice a million times, she still didn’t recognize whose it was. The freak masked his identity with some kind of technology, causing his words to sound monstrous.
“Stop calling me,” she told the bastard. How many times would she have to change her number? At least one more.
“Phoebe, don’t be that way. You know how I feel about you.”
“Who are you?” Her heart was racing, and her palms were sweating. I hate this.
“The one who loves you with all his heart. I know you feel the same way about me, too. I’m sure you can’t wait to feel my dick in your pussy. I have it all planned.”
How could anyone be this sick? “I don’t fucking know who you are. Why can’t you leave me alone?”
“Because you mean too much to me. Have fun at the party, baby.”
The line went dead, and she threw the phone down. Should she even go tonight? The guy knew she was going to a party. What else did he know? Would he be there, watching from the shadows?
Shaking from head to toe, she stared at her old ballerina outfit on the bed. God, how long had it been since she tried it on? Before law school, at least. Would it even fit?
As usual, she was running late. The O’Learys’ Halloween party had to be in full swing already—the reason for the selection of her old dance clothes as a costume. She’d forgotten to get something else, being so tied up with the Steele case. She loved being an attorney most of the time, but the hours sometimes weren’t the best.
She glared at the phone, taking deep breaths to calm her nerves. “You will not dictate to me where I go, asshole.” Her words were strong but her insides were still a wreck.
What if he’s just outside my door?
“I am stronger than that.” She shook her head. The bastard had never shown up anywhere after all this time. He kept his stalking to the phone. “He’s a coward. I will not let him win.”
Him? If she just had a face, a name…anything, then she could confront the son of a bitch. But she didn’t.
She grabbed her brush and looked in the mirror. She’d thought about wearing her hair up like she normally did. It would be appropriate for a ballerina. But she decided to leave it down. In the courtroom, she kept her long brown l
ocks up. At parties, she wore it down. The O’Learys’ Halloween Gala was one of the biggest parties in Destiny. Hair down tonight, ballerina or not.
When her cell buzzed again, she jumped. This time she looked at the caller ID. Not the stalker. “Hey, Ashley.”
“Did he call again, Phoebe? I saw a blocked number show up.”
All her calls, e-mails, and texts were also routed to Ashley. They’d set it up long ago to make sure everything got logged in on the calendar and so that she could record all Phoebe’s hours for billing. After the stalker issue popped up, it gave Phoebe a little comfort to know Ashley was aware anytime the stalker contacted her.
“Yes. He’s nothing but a chickenshit, Ash. No worries.”
“But I am worried. You need to tell Jason about this.”
“He already knows. Remember he took my last cell phone.”
Jason Wolfe never left Phoebe’s thoughts for more than an hour. He made her crazy—Jason and his two brothers, Mitchell and Lucas, but especially him. She’d fallen hard for them. That’s just water under the bridge, Phoebe. There was no going back, no rekindling of old flames. Couldn’t be. Not after all that had happened with Shane.
“Jason doesn’t know about this latest call, Phoebe. He’s here at the party. You need to talk to him.”
Phoebe didn’t want to talk to him. Jason was the reason Shane, her brother, had gotten the book thrown at him for a minor drug possession charge. Mitchell and Lucas had told Jason about Shane’s slipup. She might’ve forgiven all of them if they had come to her first. But they hadn’t, probably because she was such an amazing defense attorney. She still didn’t understand why Shane had refused to let her defend him, choosing to represent himself instead. Likely he was ashamed of what he’d done, bringing a dark cloud on the Blue family name.
“Should I come over and get you?” Ashley asked.
“No. I don’t need a chaperone, Ash. I’m perfectly fine.” Even as she said the lie, she continued to tremble. She lifted the white garment up to her body. It would have to do if she was going. She could hear the band fire up through her cell. Mitchell’s band. Lucas would be there, too. God, it was hard seeing the three Wolfe brothers together anywhere—a rare occurrence since Mitchell and Lucas were still angry with Jason about the breakup with her. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. If I’m not, you can come looking for me,” she added with a false giggle. Her mind drifted to the happier times she’d had with the three handsome brothers.
“You look gorgeous, Phoebe,” Jason said.
She leaned into him. “We don’t match. I’m dressed as an angel and you’re a devil.”
“Kind of backward, if you ask me.” Lucas grinned and grabbed her hand.
“I can be quite the devil when need be, mister,” she teased. “Do I need to be one tonight?”
“You’re always a little devil, baby, and I love it.” He kissed her. “We should’ve coordinated our costumes. Look at me and Mitchell. I’m Michelangelo and he’s Elvis Presley. We don’t fit your outfit at all.”
“But you do fit me, Lucas. You and Mitchell fit me perfectly.” She loved these three with all her heart.
“I get why Mitchell picked Elvis. Everything is about music for him. But your costume choice confuses me. Why Michelangelo?” Jason put his arm around both his brothers. “He’s an inventor, painter, and sculptor. That’s a departure from what you usually wear to the O’Learys’ Halloween party.”
“Bro, he was an architect as well,” Lucas said. “He’s responsible for the dome of St. Peter's Basilica.”
Mitchell asked, “At the Vatican?”
“Makes sense to me now why Lucas chose to impersonate the man,” Jason said.
Lucas nodded and smiled. “This is our last year together before you go off to boot camp, Jason. You’re going to make a great Marine. I still wish we could’ve done something together for our costumes tonight.”
Phoebe took a deep breath, wondering how she would be able to survive without one of her three Wolfe brothers.
Jason’s gaze landed on her, and she knew he was seeing right into her like he always could. “You think I won’t be coming back for the O’Learys’ parties? You and my two brothers can’t get rid of me that easy. Costumes that match or not, everyone in town knows we are meant for each other. Yes, it will be hard to be away from you, but I will come back. Soon, the three of you will graduate and head off to college. Well, maybe you and Lucas. I expect Mitchell to take his band on the road.
“Damn right.”
“With your talent, I wouldn’t expect anything else.” Jason stepped right in front of her and touched her cheek. “I love you, Phoebe Blue. My brothers love you. Nothing will ever change that.”
“I love you, too. I love all of you.”
He, Lucas, and Mitchell kissed her, causing her toes to curl.
“Phoebe, are you still there?” Ashley asked, pulling her back into the here and now.
She took a deep breath, pushing the memories away. “I am. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“If you aren’t here in five, I will bring the posse,” Ashley said firmly, making her feel a little better.
* * * *
Mitchell Wolfe simultaneously hit the snare and symbol, ending the song.
The crowd applauded.
He pulled the microphone toward him. “We are Wolfe Mayhem and we’ll be back in ten minutes. Thank you.”
The Halloween party was a success. He punched the play button of the prerecorded music and stood.
The band’s last set made him proud. With the new addition of Godric, the British bass player, to their crew, he could feel them edging closer to his dream. Hank on lead and Big Jim on rhythm were two more perfect fits. He’d been with Hank and Big Jim for eight years. Same with Nancy. Her vocals were amazing, but they didn’t quite fit into what he was seeking. Something was missing.
The sound.
God, he’d been hunting for it since the breakup with Phoebe. The search was what had gotten him through the worst of it. His heart was still broken, but he’d learned to put one foot in front of the other. Or in my case, one stick on the drum after the other.
“Great set.” Godric wore the wolf ears Mitchell had bought his band members for tonight’s party. The O’Learys’ rule about everyone coming in costume included the band. “Need a cigarette terribly.”
“I’ll join you.” Hank placed his guitar in the stand. “How about you, Big Jim?”
The giant man nodded and turned to Nancy. “I know you can’t come with us.”
She patted her stomach. “Nope. Not good for my baby.”
“What about you, Mitch?” Hank asked. “I know you don’t smoke, but we could talk about what we’re going to do to find a new lead singer for Denver.”
“I’m so sorry, fellows,” Nancy said. “I wish I could make it.”
“Breaking up the band,” Big Jim said with a wink. “The next time I see your husband, I’m going to wring his neck.”
“Stop it. I feel bad enough about this,” she said. “I wish he could’ve found something closer, but like it or not, he and I are moving to Texas. He’s excited about his new job and about being a new daddy.”
“Go smoke, guys. Leave the poor girl alone.” Mitchell smiled as Hank and Godric walked away. His mind was spinning about finding a replacement. There were plenty of singers to choose from, but he didn’t just want anyone. The band needed someone who would fit in nicely, and he wanted someone who had the talent that would reach what he’d been chasing all these years.
“They love music as much as you,” Nancy said.
“And you. I’m going to miss you.”
“Me, too. But you’ll get a new singer.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “Who knows? That might be all you need to get that sound you’ve been looking for.”
“You know me so well, Nancy.” He hugged her. “And you’re going to make a wonderful mother. What are we going to do without you?”
“You’ll get by. M
amas have to leave the nests.”
“I thought it was the mama birds who pushed their babies out of the nest, not the other way around.”
“Like I could get you, Hank, and Big Jim to leave any nest of mine,” she teased.
He was five years older than Nancy, but she’d always taken care of the band. “I will miss you.”
“You’re going to find your sound, Mitch. I know you will. I was holding you back.”
“Don’t say that. You’re a wonderful singer.”
“I think I’m pretty good, but it is true that my voice didn’t quite fit where you needed it to be. Hank and Big Jim are amazing. I saw you smile when Godric hit that riff on his bass tonight. You’re so close. I know you will find it soon.”
“I hope so.” He recalled when the sound had first come to him. It had been under the stars next to Phoebe.
On a secluded part of Lover’s Beach, Mitchell gazed into Phoebe’s eyes.
They’d made love for the first time. He held her close, enjoying the feel of her skin next to his.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
There was so much he wanted to tell her, but there were not enough words in the entire world to convey how he felt about her.
But the music he heard in his mind expressed every emotion inside him.
That night at Lover’s Beach had been the first time he’d heard the sound—their sound, his and Phoebe’s. But it wasn’t the last time. To this very day, whenever he looked at Phoebe, the sound came again. She was still his inspiration.