Young, Allyson - Away (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Allyson Young

  Away

  Shy, reserved Alex has been content and absorbed in her work at the University. With no family and no close friends, she is self-sufficient and not interested in relationships until she meets Jeff and Devon, two cops who are investigating an assault on campus.

  Jeff and Devon are taken with Alex and think she might be their one. They set out to win her, introducing her to the pleasures of ménage and their dominance in the bedroom, unlocking her sexuality. Their relationship is intense and inspiring, and Alex falls in love with both of them, believing she has found her future until a terrible manipulation compounded by a lack of communication tears them apart.

  Can Alex make her way back into the world on her own, away from Devon and Jeff, or will they find her and convince her to forgive them?

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 57,964 words

  AWAY

  Allyson Young

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  AWAY

  Copyright © 2011 by Allyson Young

  E-book ISBN: 1-61034-850-8

  First E-book Publication: September 2011

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  AWAY

  ALLYSON YOUNG

  Copyright © 2011

  Prologue

  It had all unraveled. Alex couldn’t get warm, couldn’t stop the shaking. The events of the night had taken everything from her, and now that she was safe and on her way away, she trembled in reaction. How had she found the strength, the resolve, to get here? She closed her eyes against the tears that streamed unchecked down her face, dripping from her chin and soaking the front of her new, nondescript hoodie. She hadn’t thought to buy Kleenex and sniffling was probably going to draw attention to her. She was huddled in the seat next to the window, affording her some privacy if she kept her face turned away from the other passengers as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. She still couldn’t believe she had made it on the train, away, away from them. Her heart was like a stone, yet she ached and ached, her whole self lost, but she was away.

  Chapter One

  “Miss Desjarlais?” Alex, startled, tried to focus on Detective Rust’s face and recall his last question.

  “Sorry, I…what was that?” she stuttered.

  Both Detectives Staples and Rust actually chuckled, and she flushed in embarrassment.

  “I asked if you had heard any rumours or complaints of women being harassed, stalked, or just feeling uncomfortable in general?” said Detective Rust.

  “Like right now?” she thought. “I haven’t heard, but then we are fairly isolated from campus. We work alone for the most part, too. That poor young woman only registered for a class. She didn’t attend.”

  Alex remembered little of the content of the questions being asked of her by the two detectives, only aware of what she bleakly recognized as lust overwhelming her while closeted with the two men, her body reacting in ways she had never felt before. Her throat felt parched and her heart beat faster, and she covered the pulse in her neck with her hand, aware that it would be clearly evident to these trained men, not wanting them to recognize her arousal. But those physiological reactions were the absolute least of her worries. Her labia tingled, and she could swear she could actually feel the lips swelling as her clitoris ached and fought free of its protective hood to further respond to the touch of the fabric of her panties. She had tried to fluff the folds of her sweatshirt out further from her breasts as the nipples hardened and thrust forward in an effort to cover her reaction to them. Holy hell, what was it with her? Two men, for God’s sake. Not one but two! Like they were conjoined or something in her desire for them. This was twisted, abnormal and she had to close the conversation and get away from them. This kind of thing simply didn’t happen to her.

  Devon Rust and Jeff Staples were detectives investigating a serious assault on two female students on campus and had interviewed her along with a dozen others on the faculty. Alex worked at the college, managing digs. The anthropology department was second to none, and Alex felt honoured to have obtained the position after only two years as an assistant instructor.

  Something had happened at the onset of that interview, something that all three of them recognized as electric, though Alex was now very clear that Devon and Jeff had made the leap well ahead of her. They were in their mid-thirties to her twenty-six years, more experienced, more aware of their own desires, and certainly more cognizant of what they wanted in a relationship. She had thought she was twisted and sick given the thoughts and feelings that spiralled through her upon meeting them in the small room provided by the college for the interviews. She hadn’t had sex but twice, for heaven’s sake, didn’t like the fumbling and mess.

  Detective Rust had intense blue eyes that seemed to look right through her clothes and guess her thoughts, too. His blond-streaked hair was clearly resistant to a comb, and she itched to touch it and push it off of his forehead and into place. His casual shirt h
ung over his dark pants, but even Alex could tell that those pants fit well, and if his muscled arms reflected his abs, well, one could only imagine. “If you pick up on anything, please call us,” said Detective Staples, offering her a card.

  He watched her run her thumb over the raised print and read it to herself. She turned it over and looked at the number written in ink. Seemingly confused, she looked up at both of them.

  * * * *

  Devon viewed the young instructor as if from a distance. He already knew she was special and felt the waves of interest coming off his partner. Alex’s blonde hair was caught up carelessly in one of those funny clips women wore these days, and her neck was long and graceful. Her skin was flawless, like porcelain, and thick black lashes framed her wide set gray eyes. Her nose was tiny above a thin upper lip, but that bottom lip of hers was succulent and pouty, made for a cock to balance on.

  He watched Jeff looking beyond her baggy sweatshirt and loose jeans. Her breasts had a gentle curve and, while not large, were sweetly rounded. All the tugging in the world on that sweatshirt didn’t hide her hard nipples. He just knew her ass would be rounded, too, and he wondered if she shaved her pussy or if her curls were shining and blonde to match her head. He thought he picked up a faint scent of arousal. God knew his cock was trying to shake hands with her. Yet the only thing he saw in her face was innocence and bewilderment. Could this woman be their One?

  “That’s our home number, Miss Desjarlais,” Jeff indicated. “Sometimes people remember things after hours.” Jeff hoped she got the message that they were interested, or at least that he was. They’d bring her up to speed on the two-for-one deal in no time. He wondered if her blush extended all the way down her body.

  * * * *

  Alex was flustered and felt the cursed color flood her cheeks. Detective Staples’s green eyes positively glowed behind dark lashes any woman would kill for, and his lips were so kissable, she thought. Her eyes drifted across his taut stomach, outlined as it was by his polo shirt, and noted a bulge in the front of his pants. She blushed even pinker, wondering if he had noticed her appraisal.

  * * * *

  A week went by. Alex was in her office, up on tiptoe, as she tried to reach a switch set high into the wall. She heard someone clearing their throat and spun to see Devon and Jeff staring at the exposed skin at her waist where her shirt had ridden up. Their faces were taut and intent. She yanked her shirt down.

  “What…I didn’t hear you at the door.”

  “Sorry, I guess you were preoccupied,” said Devon, walking past her to reach up and flip the switch. Cool air immediately flooded the room.

  “Thank you,” Alex breathed.

  She never thought she would see them, either of them, again. She had put Detective Staples’s card in her desk drawer but couldn’t think of anything to tell him should she call. Her dreams had been full of both of them whispering erotic things in her ear, touching her body. Twice she had awoken to her hand rubbing frantically between her legs. She didn’t even really know how to masturbate for heaven’s sake, but their handsome faces and muscular builds starred in her fantasies.

  Alex had lived in a foster home until she was six, with a strict religious family who told her nothing about her body other than it belonged to God. She had wondered when God was going to come and take her body, dimly associating it with a child’s perspective of death. Alex was always covered in layers of clothing and bathing was a quick process to allow for no lingering over body parts.

  Her foster family cared about her in their own way. She knew they did, but love and nurture were conspicuously absent. Alex was sent to a convent school after kindergarten via the charity of the church her foster family attended. She had little to no experience with the opposite sex, though heard varying stories from the other girls. She got along with everyone, sunny-natured and even-tempered, unless roused to intervene for the underdog or when her inner demon roused, but had no personal experience in the nature of a relationship. Alex craved love and acceptance without really knowing she did, but it was uncomfortable and she built a defensive wall around her inner self, defending against the unknown. She didn’t need to experience romantic pain to protect herself from it and might have become a nun except for an abiding obsession that developed in the eighth grade. Alex discovered the science of fossils and other dead things from the distant past. She had no real family, no close friends, but the past called to her and absorbed her and somehow made it okay.

  Jeff’s voice broke in on her thoughts. “We thought we’d ask you to lunch, Alex.”

  “Me?” she stuttered.

  “You,” confirmed Devon, visibly struggling with amusement.

  Alex felt that demon of temper awake within her at his expression and quashed it as she was so apt to do. “Thanks, but I have things to do and no time today.”

  Oh, God, why had she said today? Like she was hoping they’d ask again. Who was she kidding? She wanted to go for lunch with them another time, any time. She wasn’t doing that playing hard to get thing she knew the other women in the department were adept at, and she really was busy. They stepped closer to her, and she involuntarily took a step back, coming up against her desk. Alex had a crazy urge to grab one and kiss him and then do the same thing to the other. She wrestled with herself and watched in awe as they closed the gap. She found herself staring into Jeff’s eyes from close range, and then, without blinking, he touched his lips to hers. She shut her eyes and let her lips part against his pushing tongue. He gathered her to him and deepened the kiss. She felt another hand stroke her hair and release the clip, allowing the heavy weight to fall down her back. Alex had been taught that failing to cut her hair was vanity, but while she forwent makeup and other fripperies, she kept her hair long. The only picture she had of her mother showed her hair long and flowing, the same color as Alex’s locks, and she resisted the nuns’ suggestion that she cut it. As she felt it slide down her back, she shivered with the sensation, coupled as it was with Jeff’s mouth on hers, claiming her.

  Devon’s hands slipped under her shirt and up her back, stroking and caressing her. Alex felt him release the hooks of her bra and came back to herself. She pushed away from Jeff and he caught her hands.

  “Something the matter, darlin’?” he asked.

  “This is inappropriate, Detective Staples, Detective Rust,” she answered in as firm a voice as possible.

  “Nothing that felt that good could be inappropriate, honey,” said Devon. “And I’m Devon, and that’s Jeff. I think we’re on a first name basis now, Alex.”

  Alex shook her head and scurried around her desk, holding on to the back of her chair. “Please leave. I have work to do.”

  Devon went toward the door, only to lock it and close the blind. Alex’s pulse shot up, and her breathing increased. She didn’t think they would rape her, and somehow she wasn’t afraid of them, but this was so out of her league.

  “We won’t do anything you don’t want us to, honey,” he affirmed, “But we couldn’t stop thinking about you and figured we’d check in and ask you if you’d been thinking about us.”

  Alex’s gaze darted between the two of them, now standing silent but resolute in her office. “I don’t know what you mean. Why would I be thinking about you?”

  Jeff was at her side in an instant. “We don’t do lies, darlin’, as you’ll come to learn the hard way if you persist in lying to us. There’s something called chemistry, Alex, and you felt it, too, when we met last week.”

  Alex didn’t contradict him, and Jeff sighed with relief.

  “But there’s two of you,” she choked out.

  “We’re partners, Alex,” Jeff answered, “best friends at work, and in bed.”

  She felt her face stiffen, and she started to shake. Jeff instantly pulled her from behind the chair and cradled her against him, sitting down and holding her on his lap until she quit shaking. He leaned down to kiss her again, and she opened her mouth for him. His arms tightened around her, restrict
ing the use of her hands. Devon knelt at her feet, sliding his hands up her legs and to the waistband of her jeans. Jeff kept her silent, eating at her mouth and keeping her arms from interfering with Devon. Devon unfastened her jeans and pulled them down to her knees, lifting her buttocks with one hand. Alex felt the air conditioning on her bare legs and pulled her mouth from Jeff’s.

  “You need to stop it. I can’t, and I never…” Her protests became faint as Devon slid his hand into her panties and laid it over her mound.

  She could actually smell her own arousal and knew it would be obvious to them. She cursed the heat in her cheeks but Jeff immediately distracted her with another devastating kiss. She laid her head back on Jeff’s shoulder and moaned as he turned her so that her upper body now lay flat on his chest, facing outward. He secured her wrists in one hand and slid the other up under her shirt, seeking her breasts. Alex whimpered as his fingers rolled her nipples, pulling and tugging her breasts away from her body, alternating his movements. Devon’s murmurs of encouragement and gentle petting reassured her, and then he slid her underwear off, pushing her legs apart in the same action. He tucked her ankles around Jeff’s legs and settled between her thighs. Alex couldn’t begin to process her thoughts and feelings, let alone the sensation of Devon’s mouth pressing against her vulva.

  Devon’s tongue pierced the opening to her pussy, and Alex’s mouth opened on a scream.