Here Comes Trouble [Trouble, Tennessee Prequel] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Natalie Acres

  “Those lips are my lips,” he rasped, ducking his head and taking a heated kiss. He thrust his tongue inside her sweet mouth, savoring their connection, the way her tongue thrummed across his.

  She slowly backed away from him. “Our very first kiss must have left an impression.” She ran her hands from his chest to his neck. Wrapping her arms around him, she bit down on her bottom lip and rubbed her crotch all over his pounding erection. “Deny you were thinking about it.”

  “Am I that obvious?”

  “Pretty much,” she crooned, rocking against him. She moved with the grace and elegance of a ballet dancer while tilting her head to the side and seemingly watching for expression changes or perhaps waiting for him to utter a provocative promise.

  Ellie was so damned pretty and too sexy for her own good, which explained why his buddies wanted her. They’d admired her from afar and then when they’d taken her to the cabin two years ago, they’d professed those desires, their lust and fantasies. Now, they all had a specific image in their head, a fond recollection none of them would ever shake.

  Sharing the woman he loved wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, but at the same time, Allister and his brothers and friends also shared a similar vision. They wanted Trouble, Tennessee to become the model city, a safe haven others would later emulate. And that required hard work and sacrifice. It was one of many reasons why they’d long since decided an unconventional relationship made perfect sense. Caring for a woman was far more manageable when men with other obligations shared one woman deserving of true love.

  All women deserved a happy life, but in Trouble, their women were treated like queens. Trouble had started out as a joint venture between men who recognized a need for intervention as the domestic violence crisis in East Tennessee set staggering numbers. Now, Allister wondered if his goals hadn’t been entirely selfish.

  Had his objectives always been motivated by his love for one woman? Had his need to help abused women and children somehow stemmed from the idea that one day Ellie would knock on the gatekeepers’ doors?

  Sultry memories played out in his head and his cock stretched against her warm snatch. He caressed her hair, loving the silken strands, the way she shivered from his touch.

  He remembered how sensitive she’d been the first night they’d taken her together. She’d been so ticklish and even when his darkest hours were only passing minutes he’d endured all alone, he had often recalled her hips jerking, her little smile urging him on. He’d imagined them in the cabin, how the others had looked on as he’d ran his tongue from her knee to her thigh, finding her sweet spot and just loving the daylights out of her.

  “And now you’re thinking about all of us together at your dad’s cabin.”

  “Ah, so there it is. The truth finally comes out. You read minds, not expressions.”

  “The dirtier the thought the easier you are to read.” She wet her full lips and that was pretty much the end of him then.

  “What am I thinking now?” He longed to taste her. He wanted to spread her out on the bed and go down on her, love and enjoy her, ravage her body and heal her spirit.

  “I want whatever you want, Allister.” Her lips skimmed the shell of his ear and he felt her smile against his cheek as she trailed her kiss back to his lips and down his neck. “How many ways does a woman have to say she wants to get laid before a man makes good on some old promises?”

  “You don’t want to get laid.” He pushed her to the bed, careful to brace his own fall as he towered over her and quickly disposed of her pajamas. God help him then because he couldn’t help himself.

  He stared at her rounded breasts, her firm nipples. “You want to be loved, Ellie.” He stalled at the sight of her, remembering the way she’d arched in his arms as he’d driven his cock inside her.

  God help him. He clumsily unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, thankful he didn’t have to wrestle free a belt or tug off his boots.

  He’d slept beside her all morning and never so much as touched her inappropriately and yet here he was now, certain he would die if he didn’t drive his fingers inside her, caress and pamper her, stretch and prepare her, for him and later for them. The others would soon realize he was missing and they would be coming for her.

  He skimmed her stomach, attentive of the prickly stitches, aware of the reasons why she was on the bed there, spread out in front of him.

  Her ex-husband had abused her. He’d struck her with blunt objects. He’d pounded his fists against her pretty face. He’d tried to gut her as if she were no better than a wild animal, and his latest stunt topped them all.

  He’d fired a gun with the intent to kill. Perhaps he might have succeeded if her desire to live hadn’t been greater than Denny’s will to snuff away the life still left in her.

  The whole scene made Allister sick to his stomach but he wouldn’t ask for the sordid details of her horrific night. Instead, he would lay her down and love her, just as she’d asked and just as he’d imagined so many times before.

  For the moment, Ellie Hunter was his woman.

  At present, she belonged to Allister McCall.

  No matter how many times she played this out, one constant remained with her. Whenever she thought about their weekend in paradise, she always clung to memories of her time alone with Allister. No matter how brief, they’d shared a special intimacy right from the start. Now here they were, eight years or more had passed since their first kiss. Two years had come and gone since he’d been inside her, stroking her, fucking her, loving her like there was no other woman worthy of his love.

  And he still looked at her as if he admired and respected her.

  How could she question his feelings for her when he’d always been so kind and gentle?

  She dipped her hand in his jeans and tugged his cock free. She didn’t look away from him as she steadied her hand on his length, pushing down, sliding up.

  He was wet, hot, and she wouldn’t be content until she tasted him, until she felt the swell of his erection mashing against her tongue. She went to her knees and took his jeans with her.

  One look up and she was nearly destroyed. She swirled her tongue around the crest and suckled his head, carefully pulling him to the roof of her mouth while watching the lust add pure fire to his eyes.

  He pushed down on her shoulder and threw his head back. “Ah baby. Your mouth is so sweet.”

  She pulled his length between her cheeks, riding him with her mouth, teasing herself as much as him as she took one pull, paused, lowered her mouth to the base and then rose to the tip once more.

  His excitement coated his slit, oozing with succulent temptation. She flattened her tongue against the tiny opening. Oh God how she loved his spicy rich taste, the way he knotted his hand in her hair and pulled her back then thrust her forward.

  “That’s it, sweet vixen. Mmm baby.” His voice was broken and his breathing changed. When he parted his feet and shifted his hips, she had him.

  She lifted her gaze and tucked her hand under his balls, supporting him more than teasing him. One hand pumped. The other cradled. One hand teased. The other caressed.

  Ellie stroked his shaft, sucking him to her throat, releasing him, and taking him to the back of her mouth once more. “Come.” She flicked the skin underneath the crest and watched the glimmer in his eyes, the renegade of a man coming forward with more passion, far more desire, than she’d noticed previously.

  “Oh Ellie.” He squeezed his eyes shut and his body jolt drove her. “Um God yeah, baby.”

  His hand tightened in her hair, his fingers locking around independent strands as he guided her up and down. God bless, he was sexy as hell.

  She bore down on his length as his cum shot to the back of her throat. He dumped his release in spurts, jerking like mad when she gripped his ass and slammed her face against his groin, sucking his cock to her throat and jerking her head side to side as he filled her mouth with his hot semen.

  “Ah baby girl,” he breathed out then as
if he’d been holding his breath just waiting for the perfect time to utter a few sentiments. “This is how good it is with us.” He pulled her to her feet and grabbed his jeans.

  Retrieving his wallet, he tucked his fingers underneath a foil wrapper and let the condom fall to the bedspread. Another one landed right beside it.

  She grinned up at him. “Feeling confident?” She rubbed her cheek against his leg and inhaled his manly scent.

  “Not yet,” he whispered, spreading her legs and then tossing them over his back. “Give me a minute. In the meantime, I want this to be as good for you as it was for me.”

  “It already is,” she whispered, willing herself to lay still and enjoy him.

  He kissed up and down her thighs before he gave her one luxurious tongue-driven intimate kiss and for a moment, just a split second, she was certain if he gave her one more of the same, she’d throw her body forward and meet his loving lips with one rapturous grind.

  “So sweet, Ellie. You always taste so sweet.” She bit down on her forefinger, wondering what she’d been thinking, questioning the young and stupid girl who had chosen the wrong man over the right man who clearly wanted to love her, adore her, and cherish her the way a woman wanted to be cherished.

  Willing the horrific memories away before they resurfaced and ruined her time with Allister, Ellie refused to let thoughts of her ex-husband ruin her special time with the one person she’d always easily admired and unconditionally adored.

  “You don’t think I’m—” She stopped midsentence.

  Unfortunately, he stopped, too. “I don’t think you’re what?”

  Her lips quivered and she acknowledged the anger. She had so much hostility inside her, so much rage. And as much as she tried to shut Denny out, she could almost feel his sinister smirk at her back, telling her in that evil voice of his that she could run, she could hide, but he’d always find her.

  Allister folded his arms over her thighs and studied her. He then clasped his hands over her pussy and rested his chin on his knuckles. “I think you’re spectacular.”

  “You don’t think I’m damaged?”

  “Why would I think you’re damaged?”

  “Because I…” She closed her eyes and kept telling herself to refuse the sadness, to ignore the undertow, the violence that had turned her into such a skeptic.

  “Don’t be afraid to talk to me, Ellie. We’ve always been close.”

  “We’re pretty close now,” she teased, wishing she hadn’t opened her big mouth. If she hadn’t allowed thoughts of Denny to interrupt her most pleasurable moments, she would’ve been screaming Allister’s name by now, pulling his hair, and fucking his mouth and fingers like a wild and reckless lover.

  Ellie stilled at the thought.

  She’d been the wild and reckless lover. Now, regardless of what she’d said to the contrary, her needs and desires were much different.

  Now what she truly wanted seemed a little dull, but in fact it was far more exciting.

  She wanted to be loved.

  Chapter Five

  “Guys, ya got a minute?” Draegan entered the Café on the Square before Bradley ever saw him coming, but he could guess why he was there.

  “Look out boys,” Markie drawled. “Here it comes. The one you’ve been expecting.”

  Draegan narrowed his eyes on Ryan. “What’s he talking about?”

  “Talk. To. Me.” Markie aimed his index and middle finger at Draegan’s eyes before he swung them around to his own. “I’m right here, sweet thang. I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

  “Knock it off, Markie.” Draegan took the menu from their waitress. “Have you changed the selections?” He glanced up at Serena. “Well?”

  “Um, no.” She frowned at Draegan. A resident in Trouble for only a couple of weeks, Serena still jumped at her own shadow. “I can put in a special request if you want me to.”

  Draegan thrust the menu forward. “Just bring me the usual.”

  Serena cleared her throat, forced a smile and directed her conversation to Bradley. “Can I get you anything else?”

  “No, we’re good,” Bradley said, handing over his empty plate.

  “Ryan? Did you want to order?”

  “No, I’m fine, Serena. Thanks,” he replied, thumbing Draegan. “And since Draegan is too lazy to tell you what his usual is, bring him a burger and fries.”

  Draegan’s usual changed about as suddenly as the weather.

  “See there,” Markie sang. “Now you see why I stick with this one. He takes care of those he loves.” He gripped Ryan’s bicep and made an O-shape with his mouth. “My oh my! Won’t you boys look at this? Ryan here is sporting some trunks instead of fragile limbs!”

  “Thanks,” Ryan grumbled, pulling away from him.

  Markie pressed down on his cock, pretending he had a hard-on for Ryan. The act made Ryan blush and he wasn’t one who embarrassed easily.

  Undoubtedly eating up his reaction, Markie fluttered his false eyelashes. “If it doesn’t work out between you and the lovely Miss Hunter, you come find me now. Ya hear?”

  “Markie, do you mind?” Draegan dragged his hand down his face. “We’ve got a problem.”

  Swinging his arm over the booth, Markie grunted. “I’d rethink that if I were you. They don’t have a problem. You, however, have a major one if you’re thinking everyone here—not to mention that brother of yours—is just gonna slide a spot over and make room for one more.”

  “What are you rambling about?” Draegan accepted a water bottle when Serena returned. “Thanks for remembering what I drink.”

  “You’re welcome.” She beamed. “It takes me a while but I eventually get it right.”

  Draegan frowned and opened his mouth to likely tell her he was a soda drinker and after five, he liked his beer on tap.

  “Don’t,” Markie warned him.

  As soon as she was out of hearing range, Draegan said, “How often do we eat here?”

  “Hush up, whiner,” Markie said, patting Draegan’s stomach. “Besides, throw a little lemon juice in the top of that baby and you’ll—”

  “Have lemonade?” Bradley suggested, interrupting Markie for a purpose. He wanted Draegan to cut to the chase and say what was on his mind.

  “That’s not what I’m talking about. Lemon juice is good for fluid retention.”

  Draegan rubbed his stomach. “You know you’re right. I’m a little bloated.”

  “Bloated is for women on their periods.” Markie’s southern twang hit the high notes. “I’d be surprised if you were missing cycles and such. There’s a word for what you are but I won’t insult you since we have an audience and all.”

  “What are you trying to say?”

  Markie sighed. “Okay, so much for being politically correct and all that. You’re fat. All right? There. You knock on women with big hips or a few extra pounds and it’s just wrong, Drae. Let me put it in perspective for you. If I were you, I wouldn’t stand next to any celebrities posing nude and showing off their baby bumps. Somebody might mix you up with one of those expecting fathers.”

  Draegan immediately turned to the window and checked out his reflection. “You’re serious?”

  “Of course I am. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” Markie turned his head and arched his brows, grinned from ear to ear and then faced Draegan again with a serious touch to his expression. “Drop the baby already or lose some weight.”

  Serena returned with his large burger and stack of fries.

  “Can we get an extra plate?” Markie asked.

  “Sure.”

  Markie and Draegan had been friends since elementary school and they carried on with something crazy and irrelevant all the time.

  “Back to what I was saying,” Draegan said, holding his shoulders back and sucking in his gut. “I had meant to discuss this with Allister, but since he’d already left this morning I decided to run it by you first.”

  “What do you mean he’s already gone?” Rya
n asked, shooting Bradley a knowing look.

  “I’m guessing he went to pay Denny a visit. I haven’t seen him since last night. Anyway—”

  Serena returned with the extra dinnerware and Markie removed all fries from Draegan’s plate.

  “Just what do you think you’re doing?” Draegan waved Markie’s hand away.

  “Stop that,” Markie said, slapping his fingers. “Who loves you more than your momma and daddy?”

  “Not with that again,” Ryan said, blowing out a hard breath. It was nearly impossible to ignore the disruptive conversation between Markie and Draegan once their bantering began. “What makes you think Allister would go to Denny’s?”

  “He isn’t afraid of Denny,” Draegan pointed out.

  “Still, Allister probably shouldn’t go see him alone,” Derek said. “But I’m not convinced that’s where he is. He would’ve told Ryan.”

  “No, he would’ve asked me to ride along.” Ryan frowned. “Did you see him leave?”

  Draegan enjoyed his burger. Around a mouthful of meat, he said, “No, but I haven’t seen him all morning.”

  “His truck is in the barn. It was there when I went down to feed this morning and it was still there when I finished up around noon.”

  “Hmm. That’s strange.” Draegan shrugged it off. “Maybe he’s still in bed. He pulled a few all nighters before Ellie showed up here.”

  Markie crossed his arms. “If he’s still in bed, there’s a little brown-eyed honey curled up next to him. I’ll bet a handjob, blowjob, or a deep-thrusting fuck on that one, hon.” He stuffed a couple of ketchup-coated fries in his mouth.

  “Really?” Derek thumbed the air over his shoulder. “Try and remember Serena is in here.”

  “Serena is of age. She ain’t still suckin’ the tit. If she’s livin’ in Trouble, she’s heard worse.”

  “About Ellie,” Draegan said, finally ignoring Markie. “What are your plans?”

  “Quit dancing, Draegan,” Ryan said, standing. “You want to know if we plan to try and win her back. The answer is yes. You should’ve talked to your brother first. If he’s not here and no one has seen him, he’s already made his intentions known to someone.”