Lena's Happily Ever After [The Town of Pearl 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Damn, she looks so incredible,” Quinn stated as Lena held on to Blake’s forearms as he thrust into her in faster strokes.

  “Damn, Lena, I’m there, baby, so fucking good, so sweet, Lena,” he exclaimed as he exploded inside of her and gently thrust a few more times. Blake lowered her legs and caressed along her mound with his hands. He pressed his palms over her breasts and squeezed them.

  “Mine, baby. This is just getting started.” He leaned down to kiss her. As he pulled from her body, Lena laid an arm over her eyes.

  “Tired, baby?” Quinn asked as he caressed her breasts then rolled partially over her.

  “It feels so good. This is incredible,” she admitted.

  “You’re incredible, baby. But I think you need to change positions.”

  In a flash, Quinn lifted Lena up and placed her on all fours on the bed. He stood behind her and began to caress her breasts from underneath.

  “Nice and easy, baby. This is going to feel really good, and one day,” he began to say as he stroked her pussy. She dripped with cream from his ministrations. He trailed a finger from her pussy to her anus causing her to jump. “Very soon I’m going to fuck this tight, perfect ass of yours while one of my brothers fucks this pussy.” Quinn pressed one finger up into her pussy and one to her anus.

  “Yes, oh yes.”

  Quinn chuckled against her back.

  “Maybe we’ll try it, Lena. You up for it, baby?” Quinn asked as Kenny smiled wide and waved something in the air.

  “Is that lube, Kenny?” Quinn asked.

  “It sure is, Quinn.”

  Kenny tilted Lena’s chin up and kissed her on the mouth as Quinn continued to press a finger to her pussy and one to her anus.

  “You want it, Lena? You want two dicks in you at once, claiming you as our woman?” Quinn asked as he thrust his fingers faster into her pussy.

  “I never, I don’t know,” she stated after Kenny released her lips.

  “We’ll take it slow, Lena, and if you want us to stop, we will,” Kenny told her.

  “You trust us, baby?” Blake asked, and she looked at each of them then at Bryant.

  She nodded her head.

  Kenny took position underneath her.

  “Straddle him now,” Quinn stated as he lifted Lena up then swatted her on the ass.

  “Ouch!”

  “We gonna own this ass, Lena, just like we own this pussy,” Kenny told her then reached up to kiss her on the mouth. She kissed him back as Kenny slowly pushed his cock up into her.

  Quinn rubbed her back as he told her what to do.

  “Ride him, Lena. Fuck his cock and make him come, Lena.” Quinn felt his own heartbeat racing. He wanted her so badly his hands were shaking as he placed the condom on. He squeezed lube onto his finger then pressed it to her puckered hole.

  “Oh!” she moaned, and Kenny held her hips and made her continue thrusting against him.

  “Up and down, Lena, do it, claim Kenny as your man just like you’ve claimed Bryant and Blake.” Quinn cheered her on, and she seemed to be more comfortable with his encouragement.

  “So hard. He feels so big and hard,” Lena stated as she thrust up and down, throwing her head back.

  Quinn pressed his hand to her back and told her to lower down onto Kenny.

  “I want that hot wet mouth on me baby. I want it now,” Kenny told her then pulled her toward him as he covered her mouth with his own. A moment later, Quinn began to breach her puckered hole then push through the tight rings.

  “Just like that, Lena. Nice and easy, baby, I’m almost in.”

  “Fucking incredible,” Blake chimed in as he watched the scene unfold.

  The seconds passed and Lena let out a moan then thrust back and down over both cocks.

  “Lena,” Quinn stated then gave her what she needed. He thrust into her ass as Kenny held her hips and thrust upward. She was caught between them, their legs, their arms and muscles kept her upright.

  “Oh God.” She screamed as she shook.

  Quinn pulled back and Kenny thrust upward, exploding inside of Lena. Quinn felt his brother shaking below them from the orgasm.

  “So tight and so hard. Oh God please, Quinn!” Lena pleaded, and Quinn wrapped an arm around her waist and thrust into her ass over and over again until he felt Lena explode. She screamed her release and Quinn followed suit, pouring himself into her then hugging her and cupping her breasts.

  * * * *

  Bryant’s head was hurting as he lay in bed holding Lena as she slept. The others were dressed and sitting on the bed.

  “That was more amazing than I ever imagined,” Quinn stated.

  “You’re telling me? She’s incredible, guys, and she’s ours,” Blake added.

  “Man, it felt amazing to make love to her together,” Kenny stated, and then they looked at Bryant.

  He held her against his side and kissed her temple by the bruise.

  Bryant realized that they were staring at him.

  “What? What the fuck do you want me to say? I thought it would take me weeks to make love to her with you guys, but it didn’t. The chemistry and attraction between us and her is outrageous.”

  Kenny chuckled. “I second that. Listen, I have to head into town. I’ll be back later on tonight. Let Lena know?” he told Bryant as he stood up to leave.

  Bryant nodded his head.

  “We better get a move on it or the dads will be wondering where we’ve been all morning,” Blake stated then stood up to leave.

  “I’ll stop in later after lunch. We’re trying to get ready for the Fourth of July festivities. It’s only a week away,” Quinn said then nodded toward Bryant. He walked over and laid a kiss on Lena’s head.

  “I’m glad she showed up out of nowhere, Bryant. I missed you,” Quinn stated then hurriedly walked out of the room.

  Bryant watched Lena, then closed his eyes and held her tight, knowing that it was Lena who gave him his life back.

  Chapter 13

  Kenny walked into Wyatt’s office to see about the updated criminal files on a man he caught two days ago trying to harass Melissa and her sister Diana at their boutique.

  Wyatt was looking intently at the computer screen as he passed the file over to Kenny.

  “So, what do you think about this guy?” Kenny asked.

  “I’m not certain what to think. You know, looking at how many women seem to wind up in our town under duress, I’m thinking that our women, Anna, Lena, and Stacy could be onto something with that women’s shelter. We have enough law enforcement and could always hire on more if the businesses keep expanding and tourists come around for the holidays. Lena has Anna and Stacy inquiring about buying the old Hillard estate and turning it into a bed-and-breakfast.”

  “Really? That would be something else. I guess our ancestors would be proud that Pearl turned into such a safe and beautiful town. You’re right about the women’s shelter, too. When I think about the things that Lena probably went through and didn’t share with us as she survived on the city streets of Detroit, it makes me sick,” Kenny stated, and Wyatt could see how intense Kenny felt.

  “I was just looking over the national police posts and the many missing persons or victims of crimes. In fact, there was this one case out in Detroit, and being that Lena was from there, I opened up the police file.”

  “Yeah? What was it about?” Kenny asked as Wyatt turned the computer screen toward him.

  “This poor young woman, probably around the same age as Lena, was found murdered. Stab wounds to her stomach and raped numerous times. She was found in a Dumpster.”

  “Damn, that’s terrible. I hope they catch the bastards responsible for that.”

  “Yeah, well the problem is that she is listed as a Jane Doe. No name or identification. She was homeless as far as they know.”

  Kenny shook his head.

  “Wyatt, that could have been Lena.”

  “I know, Kenny. It’s a miracle that she wound up here and that she has
you guys to care for her. Doc and Abigail are special people.” Wyatt turned the screen back toward him.

  Kenny was quiet a moment, and Wyatt wondered what he was thinking about.

  “The women’s ideas about a shelter would be great. Young women could come here before they got into trouble like that. We should sit down with them and figure out a realistic plan to provide such a center.”

  “I agree, Kenny. There’s a lot to consider. I mean look what happened to Anna. She was running for her life with no one to help and with the mob on her trail. There’s potential for some volatile situations as well. I’d need to send all of you for extra training or have someone come to Pearl to train us properly. There’s a lot of preparation.”

  “I’m on board with whatever we need to do. Perhaps we could save some lives. If you think about it, maybe that young woman’s life could have been saved if she had somewhere safe to go with honest people willing to help. Lena told us some stories about some of the shelters out there in Detroit. There were people walking around grabbing young women and turning them into prostitutes and sex slaves. Could you imagine that?”

  “Terrible, absolutely terrible. We’ll make some concrete plans to all get together in a couple of weeks after the Fourth of July festivities. There’s going to be a lot of tourists and strangers in town for that like there are every year.”

  “You betchya. I’ll take care of this file,” Kenny stated then exited the room.

  Wyatt looked back at the picture of the woman from Detroit.

  Poor Lena. This could have been her. A Jane Doe, found dead, with no one to even claim her body or give a proper burial to.

  * * * *

  Lena awoke to Bryant tossing and turning behind her. Bryant was moaning, and as she cleared her head, she felt him jerk forward as if startled.

  “Bryant?” she whispered and was turning toward him when she felt strong arms wrap around her and pull her back and ass hard against his front. His head lay on her shoulder, his breathing rapid before he began to kiss her neck.

  “Are you okay?” she asked and received no verbal response. Instead, Bryant began to caress her body all over. He cupped her breast then shifted as he maneuvered her underneath him. He latched on to her breast with his mouth then ran his hand up her arms as he pressed them above her head. She pushed her pelvis up, and he used his thighs to spread her thighs. When she saw his face, he looked tormented and angry.

  “Bryant, what is it? Are you okay?” she asked, and he shook his head. He wouldn’t speak. Instead, he lowered his mouth to her other breast, licked it, sucked onto her nipple then pulled it hard.

  “Oh!” she moaned as the sensations overwhelmed her. She felt as if he were struggling with something. Why wasn’t he talking to her?

  She felt the tip of his cock at her entrance, and then he shoved forward. He rocked his hips hard against her body.

  “Bryant, condom.” She whispered out of breath from his deep, hard strokes.

  He shoved in and out of her then wrapped his arms around her while he was deep inside of her, connected.

  “This is where I feel safest. Don’t worry, Lena. I’ll pull out,” he told her, and she heard the pain in his voice. She squeezed him back, held him against her despite his size and weight. Lena wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her fingernails softly up and down his upper back, shoulders, then hair.

  “You’re so perfect and feel like heaven, Lena. I love you, baby,” he told her as he thrust into her again and again.

  Her heart soared at his endearment. He had become such a major part of her new life so quickly just as Quinn, Kenny, and Blake had.

  “I love you, too, soldier boy,” she whispered then kissed his neck and his shoulders.

  They made love slowly. Every stroke of his cock against her vaginal muscles made her heart grow fonder and more in love with him. The tears hit her eyes. She was in love with four men.

  He pulled back to look into her eyes. His bandage was coming undone, and she was worried.

  “Your bandage,” she began to say, and he thrust his hips.

  “I don’t care about the bandage. All I care about is being inside of you, loving you, Lena. I never thought I’d feel like this about anyone.” He covered her mouth and kissed her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth as he lifted his thighs and stroked her over and over again. She rubbed her hands up and down his thighs and to his chest.

  “Here I come, Lena,” he told her then pumped two more times, pulled out, and held her against him as they both felt the aftershocks of their deep lovemaking.

  * * * *

  Lena went back to her place to shower. When she emerged from the shower with the towel wrapped around her, she saw Kenny sitting in her chair across from her bed.

  “Oh my God, you scared me.” She held the towel against her body.

  “Someone left their door unlocked. Lena, you have to be more careful,” he scolded, and she wondered what was wrong with him.

  “I’m sorry, Kenny. I was just trying to take a quick shower.”

  He stood up from the chair, looking all authoritative and sexy in uniform as he leaned his hand on the large belt he wore.

  He looked her over, and her body immediately came alive.

  “Come here now,” he demanded. She swallowed hard then slowly made her way closer to him. By the time she reached him, she was staring up, her head tilted all the way back.

  “Take off the towel.”

  Oh God, he is so damn sexy. She felt her pussy awaken again and her nipples harden.

  With shaking fingers, she undid the towel and let it fall to the floor.

  His eyes darkened and he looked hungry. He licked his lips as if he liked what he saw and she couldn’t move. His demeanor, his superior persona, was numbing. As he reached out to touch the tattoo on her hip, he gently caressed it with his thumb. He hadn’t touched her anywhere else, yet this small touch had her body swaying toward him for more. She wanted his hands everywhere.

  “When did you get this?” he asked, and she looked down at his thick, large thumb rubbing back and forth across the small purple rose. His thumb was twice the size of the actual tattoo.

  “When I was eighteen.”

  “Why a purple rose, Lena?” he asked as he slowly bent down. His face was inches from her pussy.

  She moaned softly, and he grabbed her thigh and placed her foot up on the chair behind him. She nearly lost her balance, but he held her, steadied her, before he released her again. She was now wide open to his eyes.

  “Why the purple rose?” he asked again then trailed a finger across her pussy lips, staring at her body. She felt the cream drip.

  “I’ve always loved roses, but purple ones seem so rare and beautiful. Whenever I didn’t feel beautiful, I would look at the tattoo. No one else knew it was there but me.”

  He stroked her pussy with his digit, and she slightly bent over. He cupped her breast to steady her.

  “You are beautiful, Lena. More beautiful than a rose or any other thing I have ever laid eyes on.”

  He stroked her again then added a second digit. She gripped his shoulders and he lifted her one leg up over his shoulder. She felt off-balance.

  “Hold on to me.” He lowered his mouth to where his fingers continued to arouse her.

  His tongue singed her pussy lips. She moaned then slowly tilted her head back and pressed her pelvis more firmly against his mouth and tongue.

  The feel of his big, strong fingers gripping her ass and kneading her flesh against her puckered hole aroused her even more. She felt the tightness deep within her womb. It was slight but caused her to release another bit of cream.

  “So delicious. I want you, Lena. I have to have you.”

  He stood up and pulled her against his chest.

  “I don’t have a lot of time. I should be in town right now,” he whispered against her neck, kissing her, stimulating her senses.

  He turned her around.

  “Get on the bed, on all fours now
.”

  She obeyed, climbed up, and he stopped her by grabbing her ankle.

  “On the edge, no further,” he whispered as he undid his gun belt and gently laid it down on the chair. He took off his pants, and she heard the foil wrapper rip open.

  Her entire body tingled with anticipation.

  A moment later, his hands were on her hips, pulling her back against him. His cock penetrated her pussy and she cried out as he thrust into her. The one, deep stroke caused her to grip the comforter. He rocked his hips into her then pressed her shoulders down to the bed.

  “I love this ass, Lena. I wish I had more time so I could fuck it next.”

  His words sounded distorted as if he were holding back, afraid that he might hurt her. Inside she felt that hunger, that intense need for more.

  “Harder, Kenny, please, I feel so needy.”

  The palm of his hand pressed against her lower back and he began a series of hard, fast thrusts into her. She moaned and grunted at the deep sensations then screamed into the comforter as the orgasms hit her and Kenny at the same time.

  He massaged her ass and pulled from her body. In a swift motion, he turned her around and pulled her up into his arms.

  “I love you, baby. I love you.” He kissed her mouth and devoured any chance for her to respond until he released her lips.

  “I love you, too.”

  * * * *

  Kenny thought about the unidentified Jane Doe out in Detroit and how that could have been Lena.

  “Are you okay, Kenny? You seem upset.” Lena’s voice interrupted his thoughts as he re-clipped his belt after he tucked in his shirt and fixed his uniform.

  He stared at Lena as she wrapped the towel around her body and sat on the bed, staring up at him so innocently.

  “I was just thinking about you, Anna, and Stacy’s idea about the women’s shelter. I was talking to Wyatt about it at work this morning.”

  She smiled then knelt up on the bed and helped to fix his tie. He stared down at her delicate, soft fingers, his mind wandering in another direction. First that she cared enough to fix his tie and uniform after he practically mauled her in desperation to be inside of her and then how innocent she was. That young, unidentified woman could have been her.