Potential Match [Ménage.com 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  “Halfway in, Bryn. If only you could see your body accepting what I’m giving it,” Des said, his voice hoarse.

  Bryn had to have misunderstood Des. He had said halfway. It would be impossible for her body to accept anything more. Duke chose that moment to stop caressing her nipple and, instead, pinched the hardened pebble in between his fingers and pulled up. Bryn cried out and arched her back, causing her lower half to push against the plug. It slid farther inside. Being unable to grab onto something only added to the pleasure. Did Duke really think that she wasn’t up to experimenting? With her inability to reach out and interfere with them touching her body, it only enhanced her arousal.

  “Oh my, God!” Bryn was on the verge of coming, and Des pulling the plug out and then pushing it back in accelerated the feeling. “Again.”

  Des drove the plug all the way inside. Bryn felt her muscle close around the base, astonished that she’d taken the entire plug inside her anus. Duke was still tugging on her nipple, although it wasn’t enough to send her over that waterfall. Again, Bryn reached her arms up toward Des only to find that she couldn’t. Her pussy shuddered.

  “That’s right, Bryn. Your body has accepted it, now let your muscle adjust.”

  Des quickly tore open a condom wrapper and rolled the latex over his cock. That was when Bryn took a second to think things through. With her back hole filled with a butt plug, what made her think that she could fit Des’s cock in her pussy?

  “Des, wait,” Bryn cried out. “I don’t think—”

  “You’re going to fit me like a glove, Bryn,” Des said, leaning over her. Even though Duke was lying beside her, Des placed both hands on either side of her arms that were above her head. Duke snuck his hand in between them, still playing with her nipples. It dawned on her that he was pulling her concentration away from the plug and onto other pleasurable areas of her body. “Pull your legs up high, like you did with Duke.”

  Bryn did as he requested and was immediately rewarded with Des’s cock pushing into her pussy. While he’d been inserting the plug, her juices had dripped out and covered both her entrance and the plug beneath. Des eased his way in with a simplicity that astounded her. Bryn’s body accepted him as easily as a missing piece of a puzzle.

  “I can’t believe you’re inside of me.”

  Des started thrusting slowly. As with Duke, he made the climb to the top of a mountain effortless. Bryn’s body felt like an invisible wire was lifting it to the highest part of their waterfall. With every plunge of Des’s cock, the plug moved, inciting those nerve endings to come alive and help with the ascent. Duke’s simple twist of her nipple cut the wire, and she fell with the water, plunging into the warm river below.

  Bryn let herself close her eyes and float, knowing that Duke and Des would take care of her. She would have to mention how much she loved the color of their eyes. The green color was her gateway to paradise.

  Chapter Ten

  “Thanks, Booth,” Duke said as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen. Booth King had been introduced to Bryn as their ranch foreman. Duke mentioned briefly that they’d just hired him away from another ranch in town, and it had been the best decision they’d made in years. No one said how he’d gotten the scar that ran down his right cheek or the black patch that covered his eye, and Bryn wasn’t about to ask. Booth didn’t come across as an overly friendly kind of guy.

  “No problem,” Booth replied in a hoarse voice. It was obvious that his vocal cords had been damaged in whatever injury he had sustained to his face. Bryn felt a tug of sympathy for him, but it went away quickly when his dark gaze landed on her. With one look, he was able to convey he didn’t want her pity. “That meeting is set ten. I’ll take care of the ranch while you’re gone.”

  It was going on eight o’clock in the morning, and Des had just finished cleaning up the breakfast that Duke had cooked. They had pancakes and bacon, along with fruit that Duke had cut into tiny pieces just for her. It touched her that they both went to so much trouble to make her feel comfortable, but Bryn was too irritated to tell them. Both had told her that she needed to keep the butt plug in for the day, although it was Duke who was adamant. Bryn shifted in her seat, hoping that Booth didn’t notice anything was amiss.

  “Actually, if you could see things run smoothly for the rest of the week, we’d appreciate it,” Duke said. “I know that Des filled you in yesterday on what is going on with Bryn. Until this guy is caught, we’d rather be able to focus on protecting her.”

  “How’s the shoulder?” Booth asked, placing his coffee cup in the sink.

  “Worth every ounce of pain,” Duke answered, sending a smile her way. Bryn wasn’t about to reciprocate, considering the pain in her ass. Okay, Bryn thought, she wasn’t in pain. She wasn’t even in discomfort. She was horny and, if what Booth said was true regarding a ten o’clock meeting, not about to see any relief anytime soon. And Bryn was more than grateful for what Duke had done a couple nights ago. “If you need us, call one of our cell phones.”

  “Will do,” Booth replied as he walked toward the door. “Bryn, it was nice meeting you. Spur, let’s go.”

  “You, too.” Bryn waited while Booth and Spur walked out of the kitchen door before speaking to either Duke or Des. And what a beautiful kitchen it was, with its white cabinets against a warm sapphire blue. An island sat in the middle with white countertop chairs, which was where she was currently situated—with a butt plug up her ass. Bryn scowled. “I’m taking this thing out.”

  “Why?”

  Duke’s question stumped her. Really? They had to ask her why?

  “In case you forgot, you left something rather large in my—you know,” Bryn said. She couldn’t figure out why she was stumbling over the word after what took place last night.

  “Don’t you want to take us together, Bryn?” Des asked, coming up behind her and tugging on a strand of her hair. She found that whenever he was close, Des always played with her hair. It was endearing, like seeing a child rub the satin on a stuffed animal. That thought went by the wayside and was immediately replaced with lust when Des used his other hand to capture her chin and tilt her head up. Their eyes connected, and Bryn felt herself being taken back to that captivating forest. “I really want you to be able to accommodate our cocks.”

  “Yes,” Bryn whispered, caught up in his spell. When she pushed up on the chair’s rung to kiss Des, the plug shifted and brought her slamming back down to earth. Her pussy was jealous. “Wait a minute! Yes, I want to take both of you, but this is torture.”

  “Torture?” Duke asked, smiling. He pushed himself off of the counter by the sink and made his way over to them. Duke leaned across the granite, placing his right arm on the cold surface, reminding her that his left shoulder was still hurting. “As in sexual frustration? Because if that’s what you’re feeling, then it looks as if we are doing our job.”

  “Why would you want me sexually frustrated?” Bryn said, unable to help herself from complaining. “I thought you’d want me the other way.”

  “And what way would that be?” Duke asked.

  “Satisfied.” Bryn smiled.

  * * * *

  Duke rubbed his right shoulder, although it was his left that was killing him. The dull ache in his old injury seemed like a tap of a finger compared to the punch of his new injury. He’d popped a few over-the-counter pain pills, hoping to ease the pain. It had taken the edge off enough to get him through this meeting.

  “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Winslow.”

  Duke stood and shook hands with Brett Callahan. Des did the same. It had taken almost two hours, but over an early lunch, he and Des had been able to finagle a good price on some new tack gear for the ranch. While they were conducting business, Bryn had taken the booth in front of them. It allowed Duke and Des to keep an eye on her, while at the same time giving her privacy to make some phone calls regarding her business. Duke thought he’d heard her speaking with her mother and made a mental note to ask her if she had
explained her situation yet.

  “It’s good doing business with you, Mr. Callahan,” Des said. “We’ll tell our foreman to expect your delivery next week.”

  They exchanged their good-byes. Duke and Des remained standing and were just about to join Bryn at her booth when Cyn Sherwood-Hightower and Elise Collins beat them to it. Cyn smiled up at them with her mischievous grin, and Duke knew trouble wasn’t far away. She was a really nice woman, but Duke still had trouble seeing the wealthy socialite settling down with Cooper and Brody Jackson. Cyn had yet to get into the culture of Triple and wear clothes that would be ideal in a ranching town. Instead, she favored her skirts and stiletto heels. Even Cyn’s updo hairstyle screamed city. Duke couldn’t help but like her, though. Her exultant spirit was contagious.

  “Where are your men, Cyn?” Duke asked, trying to convey his irritation that she might be stirring up dilemmas where there shouldn’t be.

  “Oh, Duke,” Elise said, the tiny blonde looking like a schoolteacher with her black-rimmed glasses, “don’t go stirring Cyn up this morning. She hasn’t had her caffeine yet. You’re Bryn, right? I’m Elise and this is Cyn. We’re the authors that started Menage.com.”

  “They let me off of my leash,” Cyn replied with a wink. She held up her hand and signaled for Willow to bring her a cup of coffee. “My GPS is still working though. Bryn, it’s nice to meet you. Elise and I are just wondering how it’s going with the three of you. You guys look mighty cozy for having just met, but who are we to judge? Elise had a whirlwind romance as well. For that matter, so did Elliot and Mitch when they met Anna. Success in the relationships from the site just means that our system is working.”

  “Did someone mention a leash?”

  Duke turned to see Bryan and Jason Thomas taking a table next to them. Des sat down on Bryn’s side of the booth, causing her to scoot in toward the window. Neither Duke nor Des offered to make introductions of the men to Bryn. As far as Duke was concerned, Bryan and Jason didn’t need to know Bryn. Duke rubbed his right shoulder.

  “Oh, Bryan,” Cyn said, “I knew you were into the lifestyle, but a leash? Really?”

  Jason wiggled his eyebrows and snapped his wrist as if wielding a whip. “I’ve got to say, Cyn and Elise, I’m impressed with your website. We’ve already been on numerous dates. It’s only a matter of time before we find the one. And yes, we already have a leash picked out for her.”

  “We’ve made some updates,” Elise said, pushing her glasses up her nose with her index finger. “Let us know what you think of them. We’re also considering adding on a live chat feed.”

  “Sounds interesting,” Bryan said, pulling out a chair and having a seat. “Duke, are you going to introduce us to the lovely lady hiding behind Des?”

  Bryn’s head popped around Des, slapping him on the shoulder. “Hi. I’m Bryn Russell. It’s nice to meet all of you.”

  “I’m Bryan Thomas and this is my brother, Jason.”

  “Nice to meet you.” Bryn leaned forward and then immediately shifted her weight on the seat. Duke knew that Bryan and Jason noticed and knew exactly what it meant. Both men smiled. Bryn didn’t seem to notice. “Are you from Triple?”

  “Yes, ma’am, we are,” Jason said with a drawl in his voice. He took the seat across from Bryan. “And where might you be from? How did you come about meeting up with the D brothers?”

  “She’s off-limits, Jason,” Duke said in all seriousness.

  “Have they spoken to Celeste over at the bookstore?”

  “Jason, don’t rile them up,” Bryan said with a laugh.

  While Duke and Des had been going through women like a fisherman goes through bait, Bryan and Jason were right behind them in terms of quantity. The only difference is where Duke liked a little kink in his sex life, Bryan and Jason lived a BDSM lifestyle. Maybe it was hitting their thirties, but it seemed as if the men in Triple who had liked to play the field suddenly felt the urge to settle down. Bryan and Jason wanted a woman who enjoyed and desired that lifestyle, and who would commit to a long-term relationship.

  “Hmmm, maybe we should stop by the bookstore on the way home,” Bryn said. Des hoped it was in jest. She had taken their past and reputation with grace, but a man never really knew what a woman was thinking. The words that came out of her mouth next put him at ease. “Kidding, Des. Don’t have a heart attack. Everyone has a past and who am I to judge? Besides, being hunted by a serial killer kind of takes precedence.”

  “I heard about that,” Jason said. “Triple has certainly had its fair share of excitement lately. Des and Duke will take good care of you though. You never did answer my question. How did the three of you meet?”

  “We met through their website,” Bryn answered, waving her hand in indication toward Cyn and Elise. “I must say, it is so easy to use. You’ve set up the questions in such a way that it weeds out the matches that wouldn’t be acceptable.”

  “Really? You met through the site?” Bryan asked, raising an eyebrow. “That’s interesting, because we also have a profile on Menage.com. They try to match their clients based on—”

  “As Duke said,” Des reiterated, “Bryn is off-limits.”

  “Hello?” Bryn sang out in a high-pitched voice. “I’m right here and can answer for myself.”

  “I like her already,” Cyn whispered to Elise.

  “Bryn, you don’t understand,” Duke said, shifting his feet and leaning against the booth seat. He wasn’t about to sit when he knew they’d be leaving any minute. “Bryan and Jason’s tastes extend to the more extreme. They wouldn’t have been in the categories you were searching.”

  Des leaned down and whispered into Bryn’s ear. It was evident that his brother went into further detail regarding Bryan and Jason’s yearning for a woman who loved bondage and discipline as much as they liked giving it. Bryn’s face flushed as she realized what they were talking about, and she shifted in her seat again. Duke smiled at her apparent understanding of what they were discussing.

  “Um, I’m sure you and Jason are really good men, but Duke and Des are more my type,” Bryn said, the blush still radiating her cheeks. “We’re, um, well—we’re taking our time and getting to know one another.”

  “I heard that there’s been a detective in town breathing down Sheriff Whittington’s neck.” Leave it to Cyn to bring up an unpleasant topic, Duke thought. Before he or Des could cut her off, Cyn said, “You do look an awful lot like those victims. We heard through the grapevine that you actually escaped the killer. Good for you, girl. Now that you have Duke and Des, you couldn’t be safer.”

  “Don’t jinx us, Cyn,” Des said, scooting out of the booth and pushing Duke back a step. “Why don’t you stay and bug Bryan and Jason about their profile and impending matches. We need to be going.”

  Duke and Des both held their hands out for Bryn to take. She reached for them and tried unsuccessfully to hide the fact that she was uncomfortable. If Duke had to guess, Bryn was more aroused than anything. He could see her hardened nipples through her shirt. Bryan and Jason were well aware of why she was moving delicately, while Cyn and Elise seemed oblivious. Cyn was still trying to catch Willow’s eye regarding her cup of coffee, but Willow seemed distracted. Duke followed her gaze and noticed that Detective Flynn had just stepped into the diner.

  Flynn looked the same as he did the night that he’d interviewed Duke at the hospital. His brown hair didn’t have a strand out of place. The black suit he was wearing was tailored to perfection, while the shine on his shoes was brighter than the Arizona sun. Duke figured he wouldn’t last long in Triple, and frankly, Flynn’s leaving would indicate that Bryn was in the all clear of the killer’s sight. Seeing as how Flynn was looking their way, he wasn’t there to tell them he was heading out of town. Shit.

  “Oh, no,” Bryn said, standing in between Duke and Des. “Do you think they found her?”

  Duke knew Bryn was referring to the killer’s latest victim, and while he wanted to reassure her that hadn’t happened, Duk
e was relatively positive that it had. The urge to protect her from all of this evil overcame him, and he pulled Bryn into his body, holding her close.

  “It looks like we’re about to find out,” Duke answered.

  “Bryn,” Detective Flynn said as he walked up to them, “I need to speak with you privately.”

  “Whatever you have to say to Bryn, you can say to us,” Duke snapped, not liking the way the detective was looking at her. He looked over at Des and wondered if his brother was aware that the detective was interested in Bryn. Duke had never been one to feel jealousy, but right at this moment, he swore he was seeing green. First it was Bryan and Jason, now it was the detective. Duke’s right shoulder was starting to ache again. “Has something happened?”

  Duke had to grit his teeth when Flynn looked at Bryn for permission to speak in front of them. Des inched a little closer to Bryn’s left side. The diner’s noise level suddenly became quiet, while everyone’s attention was turned their way. Bryn nodded, but Detective Flynn still seemed uncomfortable.

  “Maybe we can grab a corner booth or walk across to the sheriff’s office,” Detective Flynn suggested. “This isn’t something that should be discussed with the entire town.”

  “Please, Detective, just tell me,” Bryn begged, leaning into Duke and holding on to him a little tighter. “Have you found her?”

  “Yes.” Detective Flynn took his time as he looked directly at each of them. His gaze finally landed on Bryn. “And as we thought, he’s coming for you next.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Bryn leaned against the bathroom counter and used her hand to wipe away the condensation that had accumulated on the mirror. Staring at her reflection, she was amazed at what had transpired within the last three days. Bryn looked the same but felt as if she was a different woman. Who knew that driving across the border into Triple would have drastically changed her life?