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

by Natalie Acres

  “You want more, doll?” Derek asked her, dragging his cock down her slit. Her pussy convulsed around his cockhead as he entered her just enough to let her know he was inside her.

  “Absolutely,” she whispered, turning her mouth to Bradley’s and enjoying the way he cupped the side of her face and ran his fingers in her hair as he feasted on her lips.

  She was lost in their kiss and closed her eyes and enjoyed his tenderness. He paused, bit at her lips, and then went to her ear. “Relax, beautiful. This is what you signed on for when you came looking for Trouble.”

  “Is that right?” She felt pampered as Bradley’s one hand brushed through her hair and the other cupped her breast.

  She was so caught up in catching up with one, she had failed to pay attention to the quick movement from two more. Derek and Allister entered her together, pushing inside her cunt with one hard jolt.

  “Ah God!” She whimpered against Bradley’s lips, but he wouldn’t release her then. In fact, he only drew her into a deeper kiss, a tongue-driven and quite passionate one. He thrummed inside her mouth with equal excitement as Derek and Allister rammed her pussy, fucking her together as if they’d done it so many times before.

  “Um, yeah,” Derek moaned. “So sweet.”

  “Ah fuck.” Allister stilled and his abrupt stop halted Derek as well.

  Her pussy wrapped around their warm, pulsing shafts and she felt filled, complete, and more ready to fuck than at any other time in her life.

  Bradley kept his hand at her chin, caressing the underside of her jaw as she turned to watch her lovers loving her.

  “Bend your knees and spread them wide,” Derek said.

  Bradley tucked his arms underneath her breasts and lifted her up. She flattened her feet on the mattress and stared down at the pulsing thickness entering her in rapid beats.

  Her mouth fell open, but nothing more than a strangled cry tumbled from her lips. Bradley cupped her breasts with firm hands and the other two fucked her like renegades, giving her the best of a good screw as they entered her together.

  “God bless,” she whispered, more turned on by the second.

  Derek and Allister clearly struggled with their rhythm, rocking back on their heels before driving inside her with two and three thrusts at a time. They went deeper and deeper with every stroke, working inside her as if they were fighting for room, bartering for space.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna blow,” Derek muttered, his face twisting into one of evident pleasure.

  “You ain’t the only one,” Allister crooned, setting his jaw.

  Bradley reached down the length of her body and pressed his fingers to her clit. “There we go.” He rolled the tiny point against the pad of his middle finger, breathing softly at her ear. “Let them have you, doll. Go ahead, darlin’. Scream for ‘em.”

  As her orgasm rolled over her, her body flew forward. Bradley grabbed her hips from behind and pushed down on her upper thighs. “Oh! Fuck me!” Her orgasm came forward then as if it were breaking down barriers and crashing into walls.

  Derek and Allister pounded inside her, fucking her faster and wilder until their bodies jerked violently with incredible spasms. They clung to one another’s shoulders for balance while eyeing her pussy with insatiable expressions.

  Ryan left his chair and kicked off his shoes. By the time Allister and Derek pulled out, she was turned on again. The fluttering of their cocks as they’d found their releases had left her with a ravenous appetite. One she certainly knew how to fill.

  * * * *

  Ryan had never seen anything quite so sexy and he wanted some of that.

  Bradley stood at the end of the bed, admiring the woman they’d all missed, the woman who could hold a candle to anyone she wanted. Perfection. If Ryan had ever seen a more perfect woman, she would’ve been in his dreams and far from real.

  Only the truth of the matter was—his dreams were finally coming true. Ellie was back in their bed where she’d always belonged.

  “Turn over,” Ryan said, deciding he’d wait for another day to double team her. She’d probably had enough fucking for a while and he wanted to claim his own special spot and ride her from behind.

  Greasing up his cock, Ryan kissed her back as he pushed down on his length. A grower, and proud of the fact, his flaccid cock wouldn’t gain substantial length until he entered her.

  And he couldn’t get there fast enough.

  Dragging two digits down the seam of her ass, Ryan found her tight spot and lubed his fingers. “Want me to take you here, doll?”

  She shivered as he touched her pulsing hole. “Yes. There.”

  “And what will you do for Bradley?” He smacked her ass and caught a glare from Allister. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt her.”

  “Anything,” she whispered.

  “I believe you.” Ryan reached underneath her then and gently tugged her pussy lips. She shrieked with excitement and he dragged his fingers from her pussy to her hole. “More?”

  “Spank me. Yes.”

  “I can do that, vixen.” Ryan patted her bottom and caressed her skin, careful not to strike harder than a love pat for fear he’d stir some of her more unpleasant memories. “You sure you can take me back here?” He pressed his length between her cheeks and slowly entered her tight hole. “Ask for it, dear.”

  In a breathless voice, she rasped, “I’m asking.” She crawled forward and Ryan looked up, grinning at the sight of her head in Bradley’s lap. “I should’ve known.”

  Bradley cocked a brow and looked down at her and winked. “We know what we like. Don’t we, Ellie?”

  “I know what I like.” She paused and glanced over her shoulder. “Now let’s see if we can’t enjoy one another for a little while.” Her face returned to Bradley’s lap and before long her pretty little head was bobbing over his cock.

  Ryan didn’t take her easy. He grabbed hold of her hips and pushed inside her before his length extended. His hard erection pulsed inside her ass and she wiggled and whimpered. Occasionally, the slurping noises would stop and she’d bite out a request.

  Those sultry instructions were a man’s undoing. They ranged from requests for more to demands for a spanking.

  She’d been well trained and there wasn’t any question in Ryan’s mind. She enjoyed anal and he liked giving a woman what she most wanted. Certain she was stretched enough to handle a good pounding, he gripped her hips and yanked her forward, thrusting inside her with quicker and quicker strokes as he threw her body against his own, rolling her forward and then slamming her against his groin all over again.

  Bradley reaped the rewards as well. He smiled at the back of her head and then glanced up and nodded. “Insatiable.”

  Ellie was insatiable all right, but for now, Ryan was down for the count. His balls bumped against her cheeks as he slowed his rhythm, wishing he had just a moment more to enjoy the tight clench of her hole wrapping around his width and drawing him inside the hottest and tightest passage he’d ever known.

  She bucked once and that was the only warning he received. The little darling dipped her hand to her pussy and thrust her fingers inside her cunt. She loitered over Bradley’s cock. Nuzzling him, she whispered. “It’s not enough.”

  “Fuck her, Bradley,” Allister said, reentering the room.

  “You won’t need to tell me again,” Bradley said, brushing her hair out of her face. “Slide on up here, Ellie.”

  Ryan moved with her as she inched closer to the headboard. Bradley reached in his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. A minute later, a condom covered his prick.

  Ryan pulled out. Leaving her body was agonizing considering he’d been one second shy of dumping his release. He’d been seconds away from a full-throttled fuck. By the time she slipped her cunt over Bradley’s prick, Ryan was ready to blow!

  “Ah, Ellie,” Bradley crooned, holding her shoulders as he looked down at their connection.

  Ryan pushed against her and her hole flared, accepting him as easily
as she seemingly welcomed Bradley from the front. One stroke was then met by another as Bradley fucked her from the front and Ryan rode her from behind.

  Ryan and Bradley took turns entering her one at a time until she cried out in satisfaction. Screaming their names, she yelled in pleasure, begging them to take her rough and fuck her wild.

  They gave her exactly what she asked for and then moved aside for two others waiting to give her more pleasure, more love. They might have played the day away and well into the night, but Trouble’s screeching alarm rang out and none of them had to guess the reason for the triggered signal.

  It was well understood who they’d soon meet on the other side of Trouble’s gates.

  Chapter Eight

  “I know she’s here, Draegan.” Denny peered around them, apparently under the impression Draegan would just move out of his way and watch as he sauntered right past the guard shack.

  Draegan should’ve set the record straight then.

  Denny and men like Denny would never see beyond the bright spotlights, double swinging gates, and high fences. They’d never know the security of living in a place like Trouble because Trouble had been founded on the premise that men like Denny needed to know the psychological pain found in alienation, true separation.

  “Nothing to say?” Denny searched the tower behind the gate. He likely noted the guns pointed in his direction. “She’s here, asshole. Don’t try to deny it.”

  “Never said she wasn’t,” Draegan drawled, hoping some of the others were on their way. Draegan wasn’t afraid to throw a few punches with the best of them, but considering these fifteen fellas were probably packing, he’d appreciate it if his brothers and their buddies would show up say sometime in the next—oh—fifteen seconds!

  In his periphery, Draegan caught movement. He didn’t need to verify who had his back. He’d take what he could get at the moment, and truth told, Markie was an accurate shot.

  And at least he was there.

  Harley had taken one of the residents to a shopping outlet in a nearby town. Trouble’s other marksmen were undoubtedly in bed with this fellow’s ex-wife. All things considered, Draegan would have more help from Markie than anyone else.

  The only trouble with Markie holding a gun was one they’d all recognized as a future potential problem. Markie liked shooting and normally, if he aimed, he pulled the trigger.

  “I just want to talk to her.” Denny shrugged and his lips seemingly followed suit. “It shouldn’t take too long.”

  “You’ve had plenty of time to make amends.” Draegan stood his ground.

  “Ever been married, Draegan?” The long-haired redneck reeked of liquor. Draegan didn’t have a problem with long hair. He once wore his loose around the shoulders, too. His issue existed with the drugged-up idiots who thought it was cool to spend their loot on meth rather than shampoo.

  “Never found the right one,” Draegan finally replied. He should’ve pissed ole Denny off by telling him he had thought about joining Allister, Derek, Ryan, and Bradley for a little taste of his sexy-as-sin ex.

  Draegan checked the clearing behind him. Come to think of it, he might be well served to keep his mouth shut until his backup showed their freshly fucked faces.

  “I guess no one has been good enough for the great Draegan McCall.”

  “Something like that.” Draegan stood a little taller.

  Behind him, Markie groaned and muttered, “Leave it to the local meth head to call out the cock in cocky.”

  Denny never averted his eyes. He seemingly concentrated only on Draegan. “I can’t fault a man for not knowing any better. Ya know. A lot of fellas stick their noses where they don’t belong and sniff out a lot of problems rather than solutions.”

  “Going poetic on him? Are ya, Denny?” Markie appeared at Draegan’s side. The shotgun was aimed at the ground for the time being, and given the fact the fellows in front of them never so much as flinched, it was probably safe to assume Denny and his boys didn’t see Markie as a real threat.

  “Markie?”

  “You’re surprised, no doubt,” Markie drawled. “In any event, I had to step forward when you started that nose analogy because I know you weren’t meaning yourself there. See…from what I understand, the nose attached to your face sniffs three things—prime coke, cheap meth, and even cheaper pussy.”

  Denny snarled. “And here I thought you and Ellie were friends.”

  “He wasn’t talking about Ellie.” Allister finally made his appearance. Taking long strides, he carried himself with plenty of confidence and apparently had rounded up the founding fathers—minus two or three—before starting his stampede.

  Forty-eight fellas lined up in front of Denny and his crew.

  “In case you’re wonderin’, Denny,” Markie drawled, hitting the highest of Alabamian notes. “They ain’t just armed, sugar. They’re downright dangerous.” He shifted his shoulders and squealed. “My oh my. Isn’t this just some kind of fuckin’ party!”

  Before any of them could stop him, Markie swung his shotgun around and hit the butt of his weapon against his shoulder.

  “Markie, no!” At least eight or nine of the guys yelled out in protest.

  Denny’s men quickly drew as well. With the exception of one or two, Denny’s crew sported knives while Trouble’s citizens showed off their automatic firearms.

  “Relax, honeys,” Markie drawled, jerking his shotgun from one man to the next. “I just always wanted to do that.”

  Draegan released a burdened sigh thinking it was a miracle no one had twitched their finger against a trigger.

  Threats were exchanged and Denny stepped away from his men once again. “I ain’t leaving here without her.”

  “You can camp out here all you like,” Allister said. “It’s a free country out here, but you won’t step one foot inside Trouble’s gates. And so you know, I’ll be watching for you, Denny.”

  “Allister,” Draegan warned.

  “I want you to do me a favor, Allister.” Denny’s expression changed and he looked rather sincere. He tossed his weapon aside as if the action alone was a show of good faith.

  Allister hung on to his for the time being.

  “What makes you think I want to look at you, much less grant you a favor?”

  “Oh you’ll grant it, all right. You won’t have any other choice. When I tell ya what it is, my words will stick with you from here to eternity.” He shot Allister a wicked grin before he gave Derek, Ryan, and Bradley one as well. “When you boys are sniffing around my wife’s pussy? You remember one thing. I tapped it first. I tapped it often. I got in there several times a day on evenings, holidays, and weekends, too. My cum has been all up in that woman, and when you’re sucking on that stuff, you remember that. She’s had a piece of me.” He snarled. “Guess that means, you boys have had some of me, too.”

  “Not yet, you dumb fuck,” Derek said, giving his gun a whirl. “But I see no reason to delay the inevitable.”

  “Oh well looka there. Seems you boys have finally come to your senses!” Markie bent over and set his shotgun on the ground.

  “Grief,” Draegan muttered. “Here we go.”

  Markie struck a prissy, nonthreatening pose. He placed his hands on his hips and cocked his shoulders as much as his head. “Come on, fellas.” He turned to Trouble’s male population and waved them forward. “Let’s play fair here, honeys. Besides…” Markie looked at Denny and smacked his lips. “If we’re gonna fight these bitches, we might as well have some fun.”

  * * * *

  It was over less than an hour later. Derek had the pleasure of beating Denny into submission. By the time Denny left Trouble, he was willing to consider their way of thinking, which included never speaking about or to Ellie Hunter again.

  She was off limits and Derek had driven home their point. After it was all over, they met at Draegan’s for a cold one and a lecture Allister knew he had coming to him.

  “Don’t let him get to ya, sugar,” Markie
said as Allister entered Draegan’s two bedroom cottage. Located on the outer field, the cottages were all occupied by the founding fathers. The community was layered in one big square with the back acreage used for farming and perhaps future development.

  For now, when they all came together for a meeting, the men gathered there around a bonfire, threw back a few beers, and made plans.

  At the moment, Allister was agitated. His plans, prior to Denny’s arrival there, had included spending the evening with Ellie. Now, he’d have to listen to Draegan preach.

  “Draegan, before you get all worked up, I want to—”

  “Did you see that red convertible parked on the curb while Denny was here?”

  “What convertible?” Allister hadn’t seen much more than Denny’s snide face.

  Draegan frowned. “It was a…a little reddish, maybe it was more maroon, convertible. A blonde was driving it.”

  “I didn’t see it.”

  Markie punched him in the ribs. “The appropriate reply here, Allister, would be more along the lines of something like, ‘no but I’ll find out who was drivin’ it and get back to ya.’” He winked. “That one is on the house.” He nodded his head, arched his brows, and made a pass by the keg and accepted a red cup from one of the other fellas.

  “You didn’t notice that little blonde and the cute bug she was driving?”

  “Cute bug?” Derek asked, walking up on the interrogation.

  “Tell me you didn’t call this meeting tonight to find out who drove a ‘cute’ bug.” Ryan looked like he’d deck Draegan at any minute. “We’ve had a long week, Draegan.”

  “I saw it,” Nicholas Speed spoke up. He took a sip of his beer and grinned. “Have a pretty good idea why it was here, too.”

  Markie turned around. “Oh please now. Don’t make us drag the information out of ya. I don’t have the tow truck’s keys on me and I’m not much for Sean Penn’s gangster-style torture where we tie your body to the automobiles and see what we can find out before we—”