Mellie's Angel [Men of McKenna Downs 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  If she’d thought having him burn a hole through her skull with his intense stare was unsettling, having him gaze deeply into her eyes was even more overwhelming. Her cheeks warmed and she was ashamed to admit that other parts of her body warmed as well.

  “I think you joined the convent because you were running from something or hiding from someone,” he guessed.

  Her eyes dropped evasively.

  “Don’t look away from me, Melanie,” he murmured provocatively. “I want you looking into my eyes right now.”

  Mellie obeyed, unable to keep from blushing. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to test her, make her feel even more uncomfortable, or if he was aware of the sexual pull she felt toward him against her will and he wanted to eat it up to feed his elephant-sized ego.

  “Tell me what you’re running from,” he demanded in a torrid hush.

  “I’d rather not.”

  “I can’t trust you if you keep secrets from me.” When she silently refused, his voice got sharper. “Tell me right now or I’ll fire you.”

  Her heart hurt at the thought of saying good-bye to Jake and Hunter, at not having a job to pay for her to adopt a child from Africa like she’d hoped, and finally over the memory of what she’d done.

  Tears spilled without warning from her eyes. “My ex-boyfriend overdosed on drugs the night I broke up with him. He’s been in a coma ever since. His family blames me. I feel horrible for putting them and Danny through that.”

  Her eyes squeezed shut when he let go of her chin.

  “I just thought that if I dedicated some time to the church and helping other people that maybe if there was a god, he or she would find it in their heart to forgive me for hurting other people.”

  Greyson didn’t say anything at first. He stood there watching her weep soundlessly. “You can go.”

  She nodded and took the tissue he handed her. “Thank you. Please don’t tell Jake I almost got a man killed.”

  “I won’t tell him.”

  “Thank you.”

  Melanie headed toward the door, embarrassed that he saw her cry and feeling guilty over Danny all over again.

  “Melanie.”

  She paused at the door.

  “It wasn’t your fault.”

  She wished she could see it that way. “You’re sweet.”

  “That’s the dead last thing I am.”

  She smiled a little, feeling somewhat better when she saw his crooked smile. Apparently he wasn’t a complete asshole. That was a relief.

  “Every man in this house is your boss, Melanie, mainly me. Fucking wasn’t in your job description. Do I make myself clear?”

  She nodded, feeling glum that being with Hunter and Jake again could get her fired. “Yes, boss.”

  He nodded once and then she left.

  * * * *

  Greyson O’Neil sat back down at his desk, contemplating the new housekeeper. Melanie was either genuinely sweet or a damned good actress. Most of the past maids had been all about the work, except for Lana who had tried to use Jake to get to the family money.

  Still, housekeepers aside, some of Jake’s girlfriends in the past had clearly been gold-diggers, too. The horny youngster hadn’t known any better, but Greyson had seen right through them. Sure his youngest brother had dated some halfway decent women, but what did the girl-crazy cowboy know about real love? Jake was still young and having fun—a trait he’d no doubt acquired from Emmett’s shitty example.

  Oddly, Greyson found himself believing Melanie’s story. Maybe she really had been all about getting a job rather than tricking his brother into marriage. It was possible, just somewhat suspicious that she chose to move states away for a job when she could have found any number of similar positions in Boston or anywhere near there.

  He couldn’t believe how hard his cock was after talking with her. She was beautiful. He’d give her that, but with how stiff his throbbing dick was, one would think she’d stepped out of one of his fantasies. He wasn’t one to deny his attraction to a woman, but he sure as hell wasn’t the kind of man to throw his brains out the window for a female either.

  Melanie seemed somewhat shy, or maybe reserved was the right word. He got the impression that she generally did what she was told.

  He felt a strong stirring in his jeans. That had to be it—the way her eyes had lowered when he’d asserted himself with her. Hearing her call him sir hadn’t helped either. It had to be the combination of her exquisite beauty, her soft-spoken voice, and her docile disposition that had spiked his hormones.

  Nothing whiskey and a cold shower wouldn’t fix. How long had it been since he’d dominated a woman or even been with one sexually?

  Too long if he was lusting after some meek, intriguing maid.

  Something in the knowledge that she used to be a nun was completely irresistible to him. He could understand some men’s fantasies about the bad girl, but for him it was the good girl. Not so much the good girl gone bad as it was a chaste woman who did as she was told to the point of surrendering to temptation with a wayward man she was too good for—a man who desired her to the point of seduction and wanted to control her, push her boundaries, make her blush, and give her wicked pleasures she would crave and submit to.

  A severe jolt of want shot through his groin. Damn, that was a potent aphrodisiac. He needed to calm himself, but he couldn’t deny he found himself more than a little fascinated by her. He should really beat her ass for trying to corrupt his baby brother. Not that Jake was a saint or anything.

  It was strange to Greyson how so much purity, class, and innocence radiated from Melanie even though he knew what she was doing with Jake and probably with his other two brothers as well.

  Something about her was vaguely familiar. Unfortunately it wasn’t the “Oh my god, it’s right there, think, man” kind of familiar. This was more of a subtle sense of déjà vu, like they’d crossed paths before.

  Maybe she just reminded him of someone else, though he couldn’t place who.

  He put his hand over his crotch, suppressing a groan. Only his labored exhale filled the silence. Until now he hadn’t realized just how much he missed dominating a woman.

  A face entered his mind and he moved his hand away. He couldn’t. His heart belonged to someone else. Unfortunately, that someone was in no way submissive—a truth that thrilled and confused Greyson.

  * * * *

  On the way to her room, Emmett approached her. “There’s something you need to see outside.”

  Melanie followed him outside into the dark. “What is it?”

  “Just a little surprise for you on the prairie.”

  “Is it a little house?”

  He smirked. “No, but I admire your sense of humor. Keep walking.”

  She followed him through the tall golden grass, smiling and feeling a pang in her chest when she saw Hunter and Jake standing there waiting for her. Diego was with them.

  “The kid is back,” Emmett told her.

  Jake frowned. “Who’s a kid? Mellie, baby, I missed you so much.”

  He walked toward her while talking and caught her up in a tight hug. She clung to him, feeling her eyes mist.

  “I love you so much,” she whispered against his skin. “I should have told you before you left.”

  “That means a lot to me, honey.” He squeezed her tighter. “I love you, too. I told you I’d prove to you how good we are together. God, I missed you.”

  “I missed you, too, really bad. Hunter was good company, though.”

  Jake pulled back and grinned. “Yeah, I bet he was.”

  Emmett snorted. “Just Hunter, huh?”

  “Oh gosh, I didn’t mean it like that.” She frowned and touched his arm. “You’re good company, too.”

  Emmett gave her a playful smile. “That’s better. For a minute there I thought I was going to have to spank you.”

  Mellie’s bottom clenched, but the idea of a big, manly hand swatting her there appealed to her. Maybe sometime she’d have to
provoke Emmett or one of his brothers and earn herself a good old-fashioned spanking.

  “I’m a good girl.”

  Emmett made a deep, guttural noise in his chest. “Yes, you are, and in a minute here we’ll give you a chance to back up that claim.”

  “Do you mind if I watch you with them?” Diego asked her like a gentleman.

  Emmett looked annoyed. “The time for passivity is over. Be yourself with her, Diego. She can handle it.”

  Diego looked over at Mellie. “I’m not sure she is ready for me to be fully myself.”

  “Regardless, you can at least pull your cock out and stick it in her hand to fondle,” Emmett suggested.

  Melanie grew warm and smiled sadly at Jake. “It sounds really nice, but—”

  “Good. It’s gonna be fucking amazing,” Jake said. “I’m gonna fuck you and make out with you all night long until you’re sick of me.”

  She smiled, but it twisted into what felt like a sorrowful expression.

  “What’s wrong, sweetness?” Hunter asked.

  “Greyson doesn’t want me to sleep with any of you anymore, especially Jake. He seems very protective of him.”

  Jake scowled. “Fucking Greyson. Just ignore him, honey. He’s a tight ass.”

  “I don’t want to get fired for not listening.”

  “You won’t,” Jake insisted.

  “Actually Greyson would fire her in a second if she disobeyed him,” Emmett threw out there.

  Hunter stepped forward. “Well, we’re not gonna let that happen. Mellie’s ours and we’ll stand up for her if we have to.”

  “Good luck with that,” Emmett retorted.

  Melanie shook her head. “I don’t want to cause problems between you guys.”

  “Will you stop worrying, Mellie? We’ve got it all figured out,” Jake reassured her. “Greyson will come around in the end. You’ll see.”

  “He’ll come,” Emmett agreed with a sly smile, “around.”

  Hunter shook his head and smiled.

  “Just let us give you pleasure, honey,” Jake coaxed. “We want you to know what it feels like to be with four men at once. Do you think you can handle that, baby?”

  Her body turned to putty as racy images of their plans danced in her head. “I think I should try.”

  Emmett snickered. “Then let’s get on with it.”

  Melanie watched the men shed their clothes, but she hesitated from removing her own. “Will you still want me if Greyson fires me?”

  “Absolutely,” Hunter replied with a loving smile.

  “Hell yes,” Jake chimed in, touching her cheek. “But he’s not going to fire you, and if he does, we’ll take care of you.”

  “We’ll be good husbands to you, angel,” Hunter promised her.

  She almost wept that two men actually wanted to marry her. There was so much love in her soul for both of them it brought her heart to its knees.

  “What if I can’t give you and Jake what you need?” she asked Hunter.

  “You already are everything we need,” Hunter reminded her.

  “Hunter and me?” Jake seemed confused. “Actually, Mellie, we all—”

  Diego cleared his throat.

  Jake stopped. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, honey. Hunter and I love you to death.”

  “If we get married—”

  “When,” Jake corrected her.

  She smiled. “When, will it just be between the three of us?”

  All four men exchanged looks with each other, but she didn’t know what they were up to.

  Diego approached her and placed a hand gently on her shoulder, but she couldn’t ascertain what the look in his dark eyes meant.

  His timbre came out as smooth and dark as the black velvet sky above. The fiery notes of sensuality in his voice warmed her body as did his casual touch. “When you are married, you will only have sex with your husbands.”

  She nodded, feeling relieved and possibly a tad bit disappointed to be shown the hotness of being with four men and then never have it again. Still, trying to please four men permanently would be a nightmare. Two she might be able to keep content. Hunter and Jake loved her as much as she did them so that should help.

  Emmett and Diego exchanged a look and Emmett nodded in approval. Nothing happened after that, making Mellie wonder what the look had meant. She had a feeling it had something to do with her.

  Chapter Nine

  Melanie stripped her clothes off, feeling shy with Diego there seeing her naked.

  “God, look at you.” Jake breathed in reverence. “Give me those sweet lips of yours.”

  The command was one of pure rhetoric as he engaged her in a kiss without her having to initiate it. She succumbed to a soft little moan when his smooth, male lips enclosed over hers and massaged them open. The kiss made her lightheaded in a purely sexual way.

  Jake passed her to Hunter, whose hot, silky tongue penetrated her deeper still. The naked cowboy’s erection brushed against her skin, basking her in forbidden heat and masculine hardness.

  Emmett enfolded her in his arms once Hunter was done with her. He sipped and nibbled her lips, groaning with pleasure when she pulled on his lower lip and sucked gently. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, gasping when he crushed her body against his and speared his tongue into her mouth. His velvety cock lay flush against her belly, twitching in response to her whimpering little sounds.

  They lightly suckled at each other’s tongues, his slick muscle sliding over her soft wetness as they made love to the other person’s mouth.

  Emmett might only be interested in sex from her, but he was a damned good kisser, who practiced the art as well as a man in love. She knew better, but his skill still impressed her.

  “Come up for air, Emmett,” Jake teased.

  Emmett ended the kiss and gave Mellie a lusty smile. She gave him a coy one back, not sure what to do next with so many men surrounding her. They all looked to be painfully erect and she only had two hands to please them with.

  Still, she had orifices to call into play.

  Hunter knelt behind her and uncapped a tube of what was probably lubricant. “Mind if I take you here, sweetness?”

  She blew him a kiss. “That’s fine.”

  “While you’re doing that I’m gonna have at that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Jake nudged Emmett so he moved and then Jake knelt in front of her and started drowning her soft, nude mound in kisses. He traced the contours of her sex lips with his tongue and then lightly nibbled on her labia like she was a decadent snack for him to munch on to sate his hunger with.

  “Oh yeah,” he moaned, “just like I remember, so soft and hot and sweet.”

  She surrendered to his divine tonguing and the soft noises of bliss that resulted. His mouth was heavenly as it created sensational awareness all over her pussy that quickly suffused to the rest of her body.

  Hunter’s fingers plundered and pillaged her from behind while Emmett and Diego stood naked and erect, playing with their cocks while they watched the other two men preparing her for their invasion.

  She couldn’t believe how she could feel so adored doing something so X-rated. That was probably only because Hunter and Jake were there with her. If it had just been Emmett and Diego with her it would have been only about the physical.

  Mellie shuddered and convulsed when she came, crying out softly at the scorching wave of sensation that came over her. Jake tongued her furiously, encouraging her to ride out the pleasure.

  Emmett moved in and knelt beside her, kneading her breasts in a way that was both relaxing and delightful.

  She whimpered when his fingernails grazed gently down her torso and his fingers came to rest on her sensitized mons. He teased and rolled the erect nubbin, resurrecting the orgasmic urges from within.

  Jake fucked her cunt with his tongue while Hunter continued to scissor his fingers in her ass to relax and stretch her sphincter.

  Diego stood near her, brushing the back of his fi
nger over the softness of her cheek. The brazen sexuality in his sensual eyes was too much. When she tried to look away, his fingers dipped to prevent her from looking down.

  Mellie gave him a shy smile, but when she felt her climax reeling in she closed her eyes. The salacious look he gave her and all his wonderful, bulging muscles overwhelmed her completely.

  This time Hunter’s fingers were lodged in her anus so they were sucked and massaged when she came.

  She felt moisture trickling down her inner thighs when her orgasm subsided.

  “No more,” she pleaded. “Two is my max.”

  The men apparently weren’t having any of that.

  Jake nipped her thigh, tearing a startled yip from her. “Bad Mellie.”

  Emmett rubbed her plump clit shamelessly, giving her a sassy smile. “It’s time to push your limits, beautiful.”

  “We want you nice and relaxed, angel,” Hunter explained to her.

  Diego didn’t say anything at first, merely held her face still so she had no choice but to swim in the dark abyss of his smoking gaze.

  She flinched and whined when Jake pushed a finger up into her vagina, rough, masculine flesh flirting with the soft, wet heat of feminine flesh.

  Emmett brought her throbbing clitoris to the edge and then cut the stimulation short, denied her. He moved his finger in ways that had her aching and dying for orgasm even as her brain warned her that her genitals were too sensitive for any more releases tonight.

  Hunter’s fingers thrusting and twirling in her back entrance left her feeling vanquished and exposed. It was so private, so trusting, and submissive to let someone stick their fingers up her most intimate hole and have their way with her. It still shocked her every time they did it to her.

  “Shh,” Diego lulled.

  It was all he said, but somehow it was enough. Funny thing was that there was a subtle kind of authority about him even though he worked for the O’Neils. She wasn’t sure why. His unspoken jurisdiction over her even when in the presence of two men he worked for was a paradox.

  His dark eyes wordlessly cast their spell over her and willed her to melt into his lurid stare.