Trouble Travels in Threes [Trouble, Tennessee 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Natalie Acres

  “You looking for some excitement, doll?” He held his head away from her and narrowed his eyes.

  “Like you said, ‘there’s not a lot of play in the seat,’ Draegan.”

  “Uh-huh,” he said thoughtfully, considering how much play she could stand.

  He didn’t wonder long because her devious mind was already churning. Her fingers went to his zipper and she opened his fly in no time flat.

  “You’re starting somethin’, I may ask you to finish.”

  “I wouldn’t start it if I didn’t already know that much, Draegan,” she whispered, pulling his bottom lip between her sharp little teeth.

  Draegan cursed then as he tried to throw the seat back just a tad farther. When it wouldn’t budge, he curved his arm over her head and did the head-thing she’d accused him of, summoning her to come and take the kiss she seemingly wanted, the one he was most interested in receiving now that her fingers were tracing the ridges of his erect cock.

  She lifted her other hand and dragged three firm digits across the swell of his lip, her brown eyes now hazy and seductive as she parted his lips by touch. She then stole away with another breathless kiss. At that same moment, she dipped underneath his boxers. She shifted her weight forward and grabbed hold of his warm cock, stroking him as she kissed him.

  “Well I sure never expected this,” he whispered, backing away from her luscious mouth and staring down at the feisty woman who was apparently determined to wreck his planned control.

  “What did you expect?” she asked softly, her mouth opening and closing as she pulled and released his lengthening cock.

  “God help me.” He blew out a hard breath and then kissed her again, afraid if he stopped kissing her for any length of time, the hand job would cease, too. And he sure as hell didn’t want her to quit yet.

  Their tongues dueled for the lead then, and he wove his hand through her hair, raking his fingernails across her scalp as he ate at her lips, nipping and biting, giving back what she’d first given him.

  Her hand fastened to his cock and she pumped him with an arousing rhythm. She was a she-devil then, a real vixen as she tilted her head and pulled away from the kiss, watching him or perhaps his reaction to the way she handled him.

  “You are a little honey.” He’d never get his cock zipped back up as long as he stayed in this sort of predicament.

  As if she’d read his mind, she flattened her hands against his chest and pushed him against the driver’s seat once more. “Let me lead.”

  He didn’t have a problem there. Before he made some stupid man comment, her head was in his lap. Her teeth were at his zipper and her fingers were unsnapping the last obstacle in her way.

  “Good Lord, woman,” he rasped, pushing his hips up as soon as her mouth went to his tip.

  “Are you complaining?” she asked, tracing the lines in his taut balls as she looked at him with those witchy eyes.

  “Not at all,” he promised, going for a kiss but puckering at air.

  Her head returned to his lap once more, and this time when she dipped lower, her mouth was ready. She wrapped her full lips around his shaft, gliding right on down until her nose was practically buried in the scattered hairs around his prick.

  “Sweet fucking mercy,” he crooned, resting his hand on the back of her head, certain she’d soon suck the shine right off the glistening tip now oozing with his excitement.

  The woman’s tongue was pure sin and she apparently knew what to do with it. She looped it around his cockhead and massaged his swollen shape with the roof of her mouth, humming enough to shoot ripples of vibrations straight through his shaft.

  “There. Mmm. God, yeah.” He cupped her nape and pushed her face closer to his groin, feeling a little guilty by his temporary loss of control.

  She sucked and sucked with fierce devotion, rising and falling over his cock, driving him another inch closer. “Just a little more, baby. Ride me with that sweet mouth.”

  His cock twitched. His balls throbbed with shoots of exquisite pain. One minute she was fucking him with her sweet and talented mouth. The next, she released his dick and went after his balls, licking them with enough commitment to give a man all sorts of illicit ideas.

  This woman didn’t mind cum in her face. She didn’t mind if a man lost all control.

  She locked her lips around his cock and kneaded the skin on his prick. He fucked her mouth then, pushing his cockhead to her tonsils and driving his shaft further and further as her reflexes played havoc on his dick.

  Extravagant sensations pushed him closer to the edge. Her fingers tightened on his balls and she cupped them then, holding them like jewels right in the palm of her hand.

  She rose to the tip, fingered his crest, and then looked up at him with those smoky eyes. “Do I turn you on?”

  “Are you serious?” Oh God, he sounded whipped.

  “Yes,” she whispered, licking the small wet slit, keeping her eyes on him as she taunted him. “Do you want to come, Draegan?”

  Fuck if she didn’t turn that into an open-ended hell of a question. He pushed her head back to his cock, determined to let her decide how they finished out here.

  Serena bounced over his shaft, sucking and pulling at his cock as she dug her fingernails into his leg. His balls were heavy, ready to fucking explode and she was handling them with care again, squeezing and releasing as she sucked his cock like a damned talented pro.

  He was seconds from blowing, a mere moment from shooting his load. And that’s when she glanced up at him, pulled his cock away from her lips, and kissed the tip with a passionate and gentle kiss. “I swallow, you know.” Her tongue whipped around the head once more and then she pumped him, up and down as she played with him. “That’s what you wanted to know. Wasn’t it, Draegan?”

  “Fuck yeah,” he replied, feeling like a teenager because the lingering question had been the only damned thing that had kept his control tight.

  The sweet vixen went right to work then, blowing his cock like he’d never had a good suck in his life. To date, he couldn’t think of one which would even remotely compare. She clearly liked sucking cock, and he wasn’t about to let her excellent effort go to waste.

  He buried his hand in her hair as she closed her lips around his stout member, practically slurping as she pulled him all the way to her throat again, massaging the head with the kind of suction that made a fellow crazy. And when those delicate fingers strummed across his sac once again, he shot off like a rocket.

  “Dear Lord!” He jerked once, twice, and then a third time. His cum splashed against her throat as her suction only tightened. “Sweet fuck!”

  The car filled with wet suckling noises, a racket that made him all the more reckless. He drove her face down on his cock, filling her mouth with a good dose of pleasure’s proof. “Damn, woman. You’ll be the death of me.”

  “Or the reason you absolutely love your life.”

  Chapter Four

  Serena fidgeted something awful after the dirty deed was done. She studied the crowd gathering outside the club, noticing how a few of the guys turned to look their way, while the girls stood there whispering and giggling. Undoubtedly, she and Draegan had put on a hell of a show.

  “For some reason I thought the windows were tinted.”

  “Windshield doesn’t have tint,” he informed her, grinning like he’d just had his cock sucked.

  Imagine.

  “Side windows have fifty percent.” He made a private show out of stuffing his dick back in his pants and then reached around her shoulders and pulled her into his arms. “I don’t give a damn what they saw. If they were curious enough to stop and stare, I hope they got a real eyeful.”

  “I’m pretty sure they did.”

  “Do I hear regret in your voice?”

  She shook her head but realized he likely wouldn’t believe her. She had sucked his cock on opening night at Drover’s new club. The place had been dubbed the hottest nightspot in Tennessee back when the mafia
had their dibs on the place. Now, folks couldn’t wait to see what the new owners had done with the place. In fact, a few hundred people were already lined up waiting for the doors to open.

  To make matters worse, Draegan had parked on the front row which meant everyone on the sidewalk could watch if they wanted an explicit show. In fact, they wouldn’t have missed much. Draegan had parked right under a street light and the club’s neon sign.

  “Want to go somewhere else?”

  “I don’t want to embarrass you.” She’d lived through the whispers and the giggles. Her former husband had pimped girls, sold drugs, and pretty much lived the life of a criminal, rubbing all his illegal transactions in her face.

  Draegan’s lips twitched. “Are you kidding me? Every man out there will take one look at you and be jealous because they aren’t me. The women will be envious, too. Their fellas will only have eyes for you.” His face went pale then and he peered over her shoulder. “On second thought, maybe we shouldn’t go in. I might end up in a scuffle if any of those guys start looking at what’s mine.”

  “Yours?” She thinned her lips but her tongue slipped between them and she slowly dragged it around her mouth, savoring Draegan’s salty taste lingering on her lips.

  Draegan shot her a wink. “A discussion for another day.” He hopped out of the car. Seconds later, he opened her door and helped her out like a gentleman should.

  Another few minutes and they were walking through the front door, the whispers circulating at their backs. After slipping the doorman a few bills, Draegan clasped her hand with his and led her through the throng of club patrons. The music had a thumping beat and the crowd was certainly there for the party. Better still, the dance floor was large enough to entice one and all.

  “What do you want to drink?” Draegan yelled.

  “I’ll have whatever you’re having!” She spotted the restroom and jabbed her finger at the sign. “I’ll be right back!”

  “I’ll meet you over there!”

  She nodded and then pivoted to her left. Before she could hurry away, Draegan wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her to him. She landed against his chest and he brushed his knuckles up her cheek, looking at her as if he truly adored her. Then, he dropped a kiss on her forehead before he claimed her lips, too. Before she escaped a second time, he grabbed her around the waist, flattened his hands on her stomach, and nuzzled her long hair.

  Finding her ear, he whispered, “I return favors, pretty lady.”

  Serena’s skin tingled as he sent her on her way with a gentle pat on the bottom. Wondering if he might have been watching her ass, she peered over her shoulder, thrilled when she caught him with that longing look of true desire stamped upon his face.

  At the same time, a couple of broads, bumped into him and seemingly tried to capture his attention. Instead, he literally walked around them without so much as a second glance.

  Minutes later, Serena used the facilities and stepped up to the basin. After she washed and dried her hands, she moved aside to one of the makeup mirrors. She quickly dug her lipstick out of her purse and puckered up.

  “That’s the one!” A brunette tilted her head at Serena.

  “Well, well, well, you must think you’re one hot piece of ass.” The redhead looked Serena up and down, giving her this condescending, holier-than-thou once-over. “I’ll give you props where they’re due. Your man didn’t so much as look my way, much less take me up on my proposition.”

  The brunette snickered. “Women cherish a fellow like that. They’re one in a million. Wouldn’t you say?”

  “Yes I would,” Serena said, dotting her lips with lipstick. She couldn’t figure out what this woman wanted but she wasn’t planning on sticking around to find out.

  “Did you use your mouthwash?” The brunette inched closer. “I’m sure you came in here to freshen up.” She tilted her head at Serena’s lower half. “Men around here want fresh pussy but they don’t want to kiss a gal who’s had her lips around another man’s cock.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “The dude you were suckin’ off in the parking lot. Is he your pimp?”

  “Obviously not,” Serena replied, realizing then why she had a sudden problem. These women were working girls and they obviously thought she had somehow moved in on their territory.

  “Are you disrespecting me?” The redhead closed the rest of the distance between them. “Answer me, bitch!”

  “It’s Miss Bitch to you,” Serena said, pushing her hand down in her bag and making sure she secured a good grip on her pepper spray. “And so you know, I’m not a working girl. I wasn’t with my john or my pimp. Money didn’t change hands.”

  “Serena!” Draegan’s voice rang out in the near distance.

  “Coming!” She glared at one girl and then another. “Listen, I’m here on a first date. I just want to have a nice time and go home. I don’t want to get paid and I’m not here to work your crowd.”

  “First date?” The redhead threw her head back and laughed. “That was some impression you made if you were on a first date, lady.”

  “We’ve known one another for a while,” she said, wondering why she even bothered explaining herself to a couple of whores.

  Serena had no respect for whores because they’d had no respect for her. When women like these two had worked for her other half, she’d dealt with daily ridicule and snide remarks. Most of the time, her loser ex-husband had kept one or two of them in the guest bedrooms. Sometimes they joined him in their former bed.

  “I don’t want any trouble.”

  “You heard the lady.” Draegan stepped right inside the restroom and glared at the two women who were trying to run her out of the club. “Scram.”

  The girls sneered, made a few snide remarks, and quickly left the facilities. Draegan held out his hand. “Shall we?”

  “I thought you were getting drinks.”

  “I did,” he said, wrapping his hand around hers. “Unfortunately, I bumped into someone who wants to see you.”

  “Who?”

  Before they made it to the back of the club, Draegan pushed her down a dimly lit hallway. The performing band’s equipment cases were scattered everywhere, but Draegan didn’t seem to notice.

  He twirled her around and her back landed against the wall. At the same time, he planted his palms on either side of her head.

  “What are you doing?” He’d been acting weird. First, he’d rushed into a ladies-only restroom—thank goodness for small miracles—and now he had her pinned up against the wall, after telling her someone wanted to see her.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?”

  Before she could answer him, he dropped his hand, resting it in the curve of her waist as he dragged her lower half against his. He was hard and clearly excited again. Apparently the blowjob had been the problem. He was horny and looking at her as if he planned to do something about it.

  He rubbed against her, brushing his fingers through her hair and pulling her into a hot as hell kiss. “You make me crazy, woman. Damn crazy.”

  Serena gave him a slight push. “If I’d known our make-out session in the car would lead to this, I might have asked you to drive me home.” She stood on her tiptoes and pecked his lips. “I’m not really interested in giving the voyeurs a show.”

  “Then give me one,” he said, crawling his fingers around her waist and lifting her shirt up. He then dipped them down the back of her skirt and released a ragged breath. “Damn. You’re wearing a thong.”

  “Is that a problem?”

  Draegan’s eyes looked darker. “It’s…It’s…”

  “Okay, now you’re starting to worry me. I know you, Draegan McCall. We’ve been friends a while now, and while you’re a peculiar guy, you’re not this in-awe, lovesick kind of weirdo who looks at a girl who just gave him head and seemingly sees stars. What is going on?”

  “Hello, Serena.” A door slammed at the end of the hallway.

/>   Serena jerked. Draegan cursed.

  “Detective Brice.” Serena had to force herself to look away from Draegan just to acknowledge him.

  She knew how Draegan felt about the detective. Now, everything made perfect sense.

  “Can you call me Bane? It has a nicer ring to it.”

  She hesitated, glanced at Draegan, and reluctantly agreed. “Sure. Bane it is.”

  “Swell,” Draegan said, grabbing her hand and leading her away from the dimly lit area. “I guess you didn’t save our table.”

  “It’s a private table so it’s reserved,” Bane informed him.

  “Super.”

  Serena shot Draegan a quick glance and squeezed his hand as they followed Bane back to the far end of the club. As promised, they had a private table. A too-private table, as far as Serena was concerned.

  Bane held out his arm. “Watch your step.”

  Draegan grimaced. “I’ve got her.”

  Bane laughed. “I can see that, McCall. And by the looks of things, you don’t have any immediate plans of letting her go.”

  Chapter Five

  “How’s a cop afford digs like these?” Draegan asked, looking around at their accommodations and immediately focusing on the round sofa. Wrapping around a toffee-colored cocktail table, slightly lower than knee-level, the booth had plenty of room for ten or twelve, but Draegan suspected Bane hadn’t invited any other guests to join them.

  “I’d love to impress Serena and tell her my budget allows trips around the world and….” He trailed his voice and gave her a quick appraisal before adding, “Other interesting places.” He motioned for them to have a seat. “Truth is, the new owner invited the entire department and reserved all twenty-one private ‘rooms’ for cops and detectives.”

  “Gotta hand it to the new proprietor. He’s making the right friends straight out of the gate.”

  “She,” Bane said, quickly correcting him. “The owner is Marcella McQueen, and she’s trying.”