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

by Natalie Acres

  Deciding to brave the task of ending this, he said, “Sugar, if someone is willing to pay you a lot of money for my head, I suggest you do that ritualistic chant and ‘off with it’ as soon as possible before they change their mind.

  “See, you’re right about one thing. I am a nobody, and if some idiot out there is payin’ for my death? They’re probably unaware of just how insignificant I am, so cash in if you must but please do it quickly. I’m tired of pissin’ my pants and hangin’ here like an animal already slaughtered.”

  “Remarkable,” Vin whispered. “The McCalls never told you the truth.”

  “What truth?” Markie grated out, thinking Vin wasn’t as intelligent as he’d originally thought. Apparently he was just as crazy as his siblings.

  “You’re the longest living patsy, the sacrifice that never was. You’ve become a legend of sorts and now that I know the truth, the game has indeed changed. We may not need the McCalls after all.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Mac told Harley and Allister everything.” Draegan had stepped outside long enough to make a call, hoping he’d have a chance to rejoin his brothers and explain things. “The truth had been a long time coming. Mac said they understood. Either way, I’m glad they now know everything.” Draegan placed his cell phone on Serena’s kitchen counter along with his keys and his wallet.

  “You said you were trying to protect them.” Serena looked at him with eyes full of questions and one day, maybe he’d answer the ones that mattered. For now, he was tired and longed for sleep.

  “We’ll talk later,” he said, taking her hand and leading her across the kitchen. Before he disappeared inside her small bedroom, he turned to Bane. “Mac told me something else when I talked to him. Apparently, you’re a stand-up guy. From what I hear, this little lady offered you something pretty special and you declined.”

  Bane gave her a heated look before he pushed away from the table and went to the counter where Draegan had left his belongings. As if emptying his pockets proved symbolic, too, Bane also left his wallet, keys, gun, and badge right next to Draegan’s things.

  “You and I? We’re not all that different, McCall.”

  “We’re different all right,” Draegan said, scooping Serena into his arms and carrying her cradle-style. “The only similarity we share is we happen to love the same woman.”

  “That we do,” Bane agreed, following them to the bedroom.

  The first thing Draegan noticed was the nightstand. Lubes and condoms were there. His heart clenched as he considered what he might have missed.

  “Before you get any ideas, we didn’t fuck,” Serena said, curving her arm around his neck and pulling his face to hers. “I wanted to. Bane wouldn’t.”

  “You’re getting spanked for that.”

  Bane laughed. “Maybe I should spank her for giving you head in a public parking lot.”

  “Maybe you should,” he said, smiling down at her. “You might as well get naked.”

  “Bottoms up,” Bane added, unbuttoning his shirt.

  Draegan lowered her to the bed. Placing his palm against her stomach, he pinched her shirt, dragging it up her body inch by inch, loving the fiery look of lust in her eyes, the way she gasped when he lifted the garment right above her bare pussy.

  “Mercy hell.” Her sweet scent drove him crazy and he was lost from that moment on.

  Undressing then, he never looked away from her, never took his eyes off her fiery eyes, even though he was very much aware of what he planned to do the second his cock was free of his clothing. He’d waited long enough. As far as he was concerned, the damn waiting was nearly a year of foreplay.

  Now, Bane was there too, and either he went first or he followed suit. Draegan had never been much of a follower.

  Bane approached the bed, still wearing his underwear.

  “Spread your legs,” Draegan said, stepping out of his.

  Serena blushed. “Do you want me to take off my shirt?”

  “No.” Draegan wanted to save the best for last.

  Bane lifted her nightshirt over one breast and then the other.

  Damn. The bastard had to go and ruin everything.

  Draegan pressed his thumb to her clit, watching as her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes lowered. If they’d been at his house, he would’ve made love to her on his big bed, making sure he positioned her in front of the mirrors so she could witness everything and watch it all.

  Instead, he would take her there with no complaints. Soon, however, the naughty vixen would enjoy watching him—them—love her.

  “Make love to me, Draegan,” she pleaded, cupping her breasts and giving Bane a seductive look as well.

  Bane buried his face in her breasts and Draegan eased his way over to the bedside table. Suiting up to play, Draegan was horny as hell as he watched Bane manipulate her lust, fingering her clit while flicking one nipple with his tongue, the other with his fingers.

  Draegan returned to bed and straddled her leg. Leaning forward, he stuffed two fingers inside her wet pussy, thrusting in and out in quick motions. He didn’t want to be her easy lover then. He was hungry for her, dying to take her, itching to claim her.

  He turned to Bane then and it was then when he realized he could be a fair man, a man who shared equally and willingly.

  “Don’t just stand there.” He nodded at the nightstand. “If you take more than a minute, I won’t wait on you.”

  Serena gasped. “At the same time?”

  Draegan moistened his lips and lowered his mouth to hers. “You’re the one who wanted to play with two men. Remember?”

  Serena nipped at his lips and grinned. “Playing isn’t what I had in mind, Draegan. I want to fuck two men and if they’re smart, they won’t keep me waiting for very long.”

  “You heard her, Bane.” He shot the detective a quick glance, realizing if they fucked her together, they would soon develop a certain intimacy or understanding of their own. Unwilling to think about that, he lowered his lips to hers, finally indulging in a ravenous kiss, thrusting his cock against her hand as he pressed his tongue between her lips.

  She framed his face with her small hands and returned his kiss, slowly pumping his slick cock, aiming the tip at her opening but seemingly careful not to leave him there. The seductress apparently wanted the first impalement to come from two lovers instead of one.

  Bane was beside him then. He straddled her other leg and grabbed hold of Draegan’s shoulder, pulling him back.

  Draegan sucked in a breath and then aligned his cock with Bane’s. Together, they lowered their cocks to her pussy, inching inside her with great restraint, stretching and preparing her for the reckless loving to follow.

  * * * *

  So this was it—the big brouhaha about threesomes and double stuffing. Serena enjoyed the burning, the outright pain as they penetrated her to the hilt.

  Draegan and Bane pushed their cocks inside her until her body simply caved. She welcomed and embraced their independent sizes as if she’d been born for this kind of loving attention.

  Living in Trouble had certainly given her a few advantages. Ellie had been frank about her first time with more than one man, but she’d left off one crucial detail—after the burning sizzled to a degree of hotness she couldn’t quite explain followed an incredible amount of unsurpassed pleasure she’d never be able to name.

  Rapture, complete and total ecstasy left her with sensations she’d never felt before, let alone imagined. They stroked her together as if they’d fucked and shared her a hundred and one times, gently rocking into her with loving sways, taking turns then sliding inside her as a joint force once more.

  This was absolutely heaven on earth, an exquisite kind of union she’d never think of as anything less. “I won’t fall apart if you fuck me like savages.”

  “You won’t, huh?” Draegan shot her a wink.

  “That was a challenge,” Bane said, inching forward, backing out.

  “I’m up for a challenge.”
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  “Prove it.” Serena widened her hips, sucked her middle finger, and then reached for her clit, manipulating her hot button deliberately for fear they’d run out of energy and leave her gasping in pleasure, but insatiable at the same time.

  She wanted to rush the first orgasm so she could ride out the second with them. As soon as her fingers strummed across her swollen bud, they gave her pussy a real pounding, swinging their bodies forward and grabbing hold of the headboard so they rode her cunt with a real purpose—to finish her and complete them.

  Her channel was slick, hot. Her nails raked down their chests, digging into their flesh until they were marked with proof. Maybe later, they’d see those scratches and smile at the memories and it would only make them hungrier, eager to return to her bed for more raunchy loving, more straight-up fucking.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” Bane said, his voice thick with lust. “Let us watch you play.”

  “Hmm,” she crooned, abandoning her clit and lifting her breasts to them. Tweaking her nipples, she rubbed her fingers over the aroused points, caressing them as they stroked her.

  Their bodies were moist, dampened by their heightened desires. They each seemingly struggled to the finish, the friction between their cocks destroying their self-control. Still, they seemingly fought to stay in tune with one another as they pushed her closer to that orgasmic high.

  “Finish me!” she screamed, pinching her nipples until they throbbed.

  Draegan’s body went rigid. Bane stopped in the middle of a full-throttled stroke.

  Her eyelids fluttered and her head swam. Waves of satisfying tremors overlapped one another as her cunt vibrated with her orgasm, an orgasm that left her crying out their names, begging them not to stop. She whimpered and hummed, jerking wildly with their bodies as their ragged breaths filled the room.

  All she could think about was the unmatched pleasure, the incomparable way these two men had loved her without hesitation or explanation. Soon they came down from their first loving session together as one unit and all she could focus on then was the demonstrated love.

  Bane and Draegan had somehow put aside their differences. They’d given her what she needed most—good loving from two strong and capable men, sexy and handsome guys she would love and adore until the end of time.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Oh my God, you scared me to death!” Serena sat straight up in bed and quickly scrambled to pull the sheet over her bare breasts.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Draegan sat upright, too, throwing his arm behind him and resting his hand on her hip.

  Bane wasn’t as easy to rouse. It took him a minute before he seemingly became aware of his surroundings.

  “Fucked your consciousness right out of you, did she?” Mac smirked. “Maybe now the two of you can get along.”

  “And I ask again. What the hell, Mac?” Draegan dragged his index finger over his left eye.

  “You really need to stop showing up here like this, Mac,” Serena said.

  “And you should start locking your doors.” He thumbed the vent over his left shoulder. “When this is over, Draegan needs to have our guys come out and take a look at that heat pump. No wonder you can’t hear anything back here. How do you sleep with that racket?”

  “You didn’t stop by to discuss Serena’s heating and cooling unit,” Bane pointed out. “What’s up?”

  “Tried to call. Noticed your cell phones on the kitchen counter. We’ve got about an hour. We heard from Vin.” Worry marred his brow. “We’ll leave in forty-five.” He turned to go but then hesitated. “You’d better say your goodbyes. That’s where I’m headed.”

  “What about Harley and Allister?”

  “It’s just me and you, Draegan.” He cleared his throat. “But we’ve got this, brother.”

  “Damn right, we do.”

  Mac nodded once. “It started with us. It might as well end with us.”

  A minute later, Mac left and Draegan hit the shower. He stood there soaking in the heat, working out the kinks in his tired muscles.

  He was relieved they would soon be given the opportunity to save Markie. Bane had been wrong. Markie was alive. Draegan had never doubted it for a minute, but now he was sure. He and Mac would have a chance to save him and that’s all he’d wanted.

  A waft of one of his favorite aromas—a mix of woman and coffee—filled the steamy bathroom. His cock sprang to life as if Serena had entered the bathroom pitching all sorts of illicit promises.

  For a split second, he felt guilty. He’d finally loved the woman he wanted, and now he would leave her.

  The pale pink shower curtain shimmied and she stepped inside the tub. Unadulterated notions were apparently rushing through her mind.

  “I don’t want you to go.” She eased forward and draped her arms over his shoulders. Tilting her head one way or the other, she seemingly pleaded with him without saying another word.

  Pecking his cheek and lips, she trailed his neck with a series of kisses then, too, placing each of them along his trunk before returning to his lips again for a more fulfilling kiss.

  He picked her up then, gripping her ass and holding her against the slippery tile wall. Staring into her eyes, he whispered at her ear. “This is not goodbye.”

  He then thrust inside her warm pussy with hard and fast strokes, admiring the beauty in his arms as he fucked her with recklessness driving him.

  His mouth traveled across her breasts, up to her neck, to her ear, and back to those voluptuous breasts once more.

  “Draegan,” she muttered, turning her head to acknowledge Bane as he entered the shower then, too.

  “Damn you, Detective.” Draegan shot him a smile. “You just wouldn’t let me have this last moment to myself. Would you?”

  “Because it isn’t your ‘last’ moment,” Bane said, gripping her hand and bringing her fingers to his lips.

  Noting the look of enhanced lust in his woman’s eyes, he secured her legs behind his back and left the shower then.

  “What are you up to?” she asked, mischief in her eyes.

  “You’ll see.” Draegan butted his hips against the vanity and released her. Scooting against the mirror, he cupped his balls and pushed down on his cock, aiming his tip at her lips. “Fuck her from behind.” He didn’t look at Bane. Instead, he watched Serena.

  As if she took his request as a specific dare, she took hold of his cock, pumping him nice and slow. “You think I can’t do two things at once? Is that it?”

  “Oh, I’m pretty sure you can multitask,” he rasped, thinking of their exquisite night of passion just a few short hours ago. “But Bane owes you a spanking. I want to watch.”

  Bane sniffed. “With the mirrors in this place, no one will miss anything.”

  “My thoughts exactly.” Serena’s bathroom housed two mirrored walls plus the wide mirror behind the vanity. “I may end up loving this particular room.”

  “You naughty boy.” She moistened her lips and mashed her body against Bane’s.

  He gripped her hips, bringing her bottom even with his cock. Then, he slapped the hell out of her ass, the smacking sound inevitably turning her on.

  Her mouth watered around Draegan’s crest and she sucked him between her cheeks. Bane gave her another few licks. Serena tightened her suction and bobbed her pretty little head over Draegan’s dick.

  “That’s it, baby. Suck, sugar.” He held her head down to his lap, loving the way she tightened and released his thick, pulsing cock.

  Bane gave her one hell of a spanking and those watery eyes proved the burn had only turned her on. Licking and sucking, she undoubtedly enjoyed giving him head, but when Bane grabbed her hips and entered her from behind, her aggressive behavior became downright explicit.

  Her fingers danced at his scrotum as her tongue and cheeks worked for his arousal, fought for his relief. The slapping of bodies was a profound turn-on as Bane fucked her, the sounds of wet sex just adding flavor to their illicit early morning rendez
vous.

  “Come,” she whispered, resting her mouth against his cockhead before sliding down his shaft with a tight and slow glide.

  Draegan pressed his head against the glass and pushed his hips away from the vanity. Bane hollered out as he plowed her from behind, ramming her faster and faster as his body went into sudden and repetitious jolts.

  Serena hummed around Draegan’s pulsing cock as she moaned in delight, obviously satisfied. Her pleasure-filled hums sent shards of vibrations through his cock as quick ripples of sudden pleasure left him screaming his beautiful woman’s name.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Feds and locals from surrounding counties were waiting for them at the gate. Bane frowned as they approached. “This isn’t good, Draegan.”

  “I’m thinking the same thing.”

  A moment later, Bane marched into the center of the crowd. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He glanced around at his peers. “Who’s in charge here?” What he really should’ve asked was “Which dumbass organized a blatant operation right there in front of Trouble so anyone could get word back to Vin?”

  “Chief Thompson, Drover PD.” Thompson extended his hand.

  “And you thought it was necessary to what….let Vin Vance know we’re working with the McCalls?”

  “He already knows,” Thompson said. “Fella is clever…or maybe psychic. He called us here. Said you would need us on the scene. Said you were a bit tied up.” He glanced at Serena and Draegan. “Said you’d probably want the gates covered so you could watch the comings and goings. Said you—”

  Bane stuck his hand up in the air. Young chief probably fucked his way straight to the position. More than eight or ten career cops had been in line for the chief’s position and this dude was transferred from New York City. Bane hated working with him but at the moment, he apparently didn’t have any better choices unless the Feds started throwing around their weight.