Loving Selene [The Clay Parish Boys 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Layle Black

  Chapter 15

  Selene stared down at the boxes filled with her aunt’s family pictures and delicate porcelain decorations that had once been lovingly tucked away in various display places around her aunt’s house. The acrid smell of smoke and soot permeated the air and even Selene’s own clothing reeked. She knew that came from rooting around what was left of her aunt’s living room and bedroom. Luckily the house had not been completely destroyed but damaged enough that it would be quite an undertaking to make the repairs to bring it back to the way it was. Although it would never be the way it was…ever. Anger roiled through Selene with a barely contained fury. It was becoming glaringly obvious that a message was being sent and if Selene had the means she would have sent a message right back to the bastard who was doing this. Why her aunt’s house? First the break in with the paint and now the fire. Selene shuddered to think if she had been in the house on either one of those occasions.

  “Come take a shower, baby girl. You’ll be glad to get out of those smoky clothes.” Selene turned to see Jac, his own clothes were as smoke filled as hers but he thought of her first. Warmth filled her despite the harrowing experiences of the day.

  Remy and Jac had been her sentinels, her dragons at the gate. The moment they heard of the fire they had whisked her away in the Humvee to get to the house as fast as the speed limit allowed. They arrived in time to see a fire engine leaving and police cars crowding the lawn with blue lights flashing. The fire damage was horrendous. Selene felt like crying the moment she saw what was left of the gutted porch. The place where her childhood dreams lived, her safe place. Unbelievably hurt, she could do nothing but let Jac and Remy help her through the questions issued by the police, which were many. It got to the point that Selene fell silent and let Jac and Remy do all the talking. The whole time they remained close to her, their bodies acting as physical shields between her and the chaos around them.

  When they were finally allowed to go into the undamaged part of the house deemed safe and collect anything important to Selene both men had been with her every step of the way. She’d had to learn at an early age to fend for herself but she found with these lovers of hers, that giving up the reins was a lot easier than she would have thought. She actual sought them out, drawn to them like a lodestone. They spent the next few hours packing what few items they could and lodging them into the back of Remy’s Humvee. Selene grabbed the remainder of her luggage and personal items as well because the house was just not livable.

  On the drive back to Remy’s all three had been silent but soft supportive touches from either man had done more for her than any words could have. Now she stood looking at the boxes, at a complete loss as to what brought this all about. What would be the purpose in threatening her? Suddenly a warm caress slid down her back. Jac had moved in closer to her, his body pressed against her side.

  “Come on, Selene. We’ll figure all of this out. I promise.” Selene nodded, content to be led and cosseted just a little longer. He gently took her hand and led her up the stairs. Instead of taking her to her own room, he instead took her to Remy’s room. It was the largest bedroom in the house and sported the largest bed she had ever seen. Just when they walked through the door, Remy just exited the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Water still glistened over each and every muscle, making them gleam under the light. She looked down and her breath caught at the ravaging scars that marred his right leg. They crisscrossed all the way up his leg to his thigh and disappeared beneath the snowy white towel at his waist. The pain must have been horrible, she thought grimly. The urge to touch them, touch him to be assured he was all right, was intense. Remy didn’t flinch under her gaze and Selene found that even more endearing somehow.

  With Remy’s green eyes fixed on hers, he held out his hand in a silent beckoning. Selene was already moving toward him, needing to be close. He pulled her into a hug and simply held her for a moment. Sudden warmth at her back announced Jac had joined them, his body pressed against her from behind. In unison they began to undress her until she stood naked between them. Remy took her hand and led her into the spacious bathroom where the shower was already running and steam billowed out behind its wide glass door. Remy dropped his towel and pulled her into the shower behind him. They were immediately enveloped into a billowing cloud of heat and steam. He remained in front of her so the water wouldn’t hit her directly until she’d gotten used to it. He spoke little as his soapy hands began to glide over her body in soothing circles more designed to comfort rather than to arouse. The glass door to the shower opened once more and Jac stepped in bringing a little gust of cool air with him.

  “I figured this was the best way to save on hot water.” Jac’s tongue-in-cheek comment set off a little burst of lightheartedness before both men got down to making sure Selene was as clean as could be. Their hands were everywhere, sliding along her skin from neck to ankle. They didn’t miss an inch, seeking every crevice and curve. Selene felt so emotionally taxed she didn’t even have the energy to be self-conscious but just let them take care of her.

  Closing her eyes, she leaned back against Jac and he easily absorbed her weight. Remy pushed her legs slightly apart and knelt at her feet. The first sweep of his tongue had her arching back against Jac. Despite the events of the afternoon her body responded to his expert touch as if they’d been lovers for centuries. With Jac still holding her steady, Remy lifted one of her legs to sit it upon his shoulder so he could get even deeper access to her. Slow methodical licks from her pulsing clit to the heated depth of her pussy had her arching back against Jac for support and perhaps sanity. The position she was held in made it impossible for her to grind against Remy’s mouth, instead she was forced to be suspended between them, taking the erotic onslaught. The combined sensory experience of being held and ravaged so thoroughly coupled with the scented steam of the shower created a sensual experience unlike anything she had ever known. Her orgasm came on so gently that she was swept up in the maelstrom of sensation before she knew what hit her. Jac held her close through the storm, his lips pressed to her, whispering words of encouragement along with X-rated statements involving his every intention once Remy was done with her.

  Once she settled, a warm elasticity and feeling of well-being filled her. She couldn’t help but wonder where the hell these two were when she could have used them years ago. The thought made her giggle. Then again, they had been there, hadn’t they?

  “She has the strength to laugh, Remy. You must be losing your touch.” Jac kissed along the side of her neck as he egged on Remy good naturedly. Remy merely looked up from his place from between her thighs and smiled like a Cheshire cat who had tasted the finest cream.

  “The night is young, mon frère. The night is very young.” Selene listed to their banter back and forth and decided she can play the tease just as well as they could. Reaching behind her she wrapped her fist around Jac’s cock. He was already standing to attention and poking her just above her bottom. Her fist tightened with each pumping stroke until he groaned aloud, bringing a smile to her lips. Selene looked down at Remy, daring him to stand and face her. He met her challenge and moved close enough for her to grasp the turgid length of his cock and begin the same punishing stroking motion along his shaft. In moments his own breath became labored and he leaned back against the wall of the shower, letting her have her way. And she would have them anyway she wanted, she thought wickedly. Her passion was bolstered by defiance against the events of the night but it was also about showing these two men what their support tonight had meant to her.

  Selene pulled away from Jac so she could take advantage of the seat that was built out from the shower stall wall. Now she was at the perfect position to be face to cock with her two lovers. Still maintaining her tandem stroking on both their throbbing shafts, she had the perfect view of the impassioned expressions on Jac and Remy’s faces. The seductive thrill of power incited her to take her teasing to a new level. Leaning close she licked the swollen tip of Remy’s co
ck in one long lap that had him cursing softy.

  “Oh fuck!...yes...like that!” Selene smiled against the tiny slit of his cock against her slick lips. Her tongue flicked out to taste him again and his body shook. Jac’s cock jumped in her other hand, his eyes avidly watching her tease Remy. His hips thrust forward against the tight fist wrapped around him, seeking more friction. With her eyes on Remy’s she opened her mouth and sucked the flushed plum like tip of his shaft into the heat of her mouth.

  The girth of his cock stretched her mouth wide but she didn’t let that daunt her. Her tongue rolled around the head while setting up a slow suction that creating a slurping sound that heightened her own sensory pleasure.

  “That’s it, baby girl, suck his cock. That looks so hot.” The needful growl in Jac’s voice set fire to her blood and Selene worked Remy a little harder. She swallowed his cock back as far as she could without setting off her gag reflex. Saliva dripped down her chin and water washed it away.

  “Oh God… mon petite oiseau, you’re going to make me come.” Selene decided to take a little mercy on him and pulled away only to turn her attention to Jac. For him there was no teasing licks but taking him into her mouth to begin a slow heading bobbing work out calculated to take him to the edge fast and hard. Jac’s groan was like a cross between pain and soul deep gratitude making her pussy clench with the need to be filled.

  For the next few minutes Selene moved back and forth between her lovers, sucking and stroking until they were on the edge of release before pulling away to start over with the other one. The sexual tension exploded when Remy was the first to lose control while he was deep into her mouth. The first taste of his essence on her tongue set off mini orgasms within her own body. When his shudders quieted she moved to Jac to bring about the same thunderous release to flood her mouth and bathe her throat. Immediately she was pulled to her feet and lips slammed down on hers. Neither man showed any repulsion of tasting the aftermath of each other’s passion. Under the cooling water of the shower they caught their breaths and stood quietly holding her between them in the wake of the tempest. For the moment at least, they were unshakable.

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  Selene just finished dressing in a loose fitting sundress, her body feeling completely relaxed after such an energetic shower. A soft smile graced her lips when she thought of her men. Her men? When did that happen, she thought with wry amusement. In just a matter of a few days they had completely invaded her life and just as quickly had come to mean so much to her. Even now Jac and Remy were down in the kitchen rustling up something for dinner. They cared for her and cared about her. Could she leave that behind? An odd tension settled in her stomach. The idea of leaving them was depressing as hell. Although she’d worked damn hard for the career she had now, after tonight, she was no longer sure she could easily give them up to keep it. Perhaps they wouldn’t even ask her to.

  With a sigh she sat on her bed, pondering the more pressing question of what she was going to do about Aunt Felicity’s house. The harassment of the last few days was puzzling and becoming downright scary. Jac told her Denny had been picked up for questioning by the Sparks police but once again he had the same alibi of being drunk, passed out and subsequently nowhere near her aunt’s house. Questions buzzed in her head, increasing her frustration tenfold. Her eyes fell on the metal box containing the letters written by her mother. Hoping she would find some clue contained in them she walked to the box and flipped open the lid. The last few letters she read were on top. Digging past those she opened another one and began to read.

  Dearest Emory,

  I have good news! I am pregnant! I hope you are pleased. I know my sister, Felicity, would have liked us to be married before the baby comes. I have faith in our love and I know you will come home when you can. I went to Clay today to see your brother and he was really kind to me. He even lent me a little money to get some things for the baby.

  With all my love,

  Your Mignon

  Selene sat for a moment and let the shock of the revelation settle over her. Her father’s brother was from Clay Parish? That meant that she had an uncle living there now? Her heart thrummed with excitement. Maybe Jac and Remy knew him. She was about to run downstairs to ask but then another thought occurred to her. What if her uncle was not living? That was a distinct possibility. This letter had been written years ago and a lot could have happened. There has to be more, she thought, curiosity getting the best of her. She dug through the letters and separated them according to the post date. She opened one the letters that was closest to her birth date.

  Dearest Emory,

  I know I am writing this letter so soon after you left but I just needed to tell you.

  Something that was bothering me and I didn’t have the nerve to tell you before you left. I think your brother is in love with me and he has been so insistent about taking me out. Even as big as I am with your baby, he does not stop. Just the other day he tried to force his way with me. Thank God Felicity was there and put a stop to it. He wanted to have me again as like that day so many summers ago. I didn’t mind then because you were there with us. It felt right then but now…it’s not the same. My love, I know you will have just gotten back to Camp Lejeune but if possible can you please come home. I’d feel so much safer.

  Selene set the letter aside, her blood running cold. According to the letter her mother and her father had been involved in a ménage. From the looks of it, it hadn’t ended well and her uncle had tried to rekindle what had only been a one-time thing. Before Selene’s involvement with Jac and Remy, she probably would have been critical about such a relationship but she had since learned how complicated attraction could be. Perhaps she had loved her husband and his brother? The tenor of the letter said differently. With even more questions than before Selene sifted through more of the letters until she came upon an official looking letter. It was from the casualty office of the US Marine Corps informing her mother that her husband had been killed in a training exercise. This is when her mother became the women she knew as a girl, Selene thought, a new kind of grief misting her eyes. When her father died something in her mother had died with him, leaving only a shell of herself behind to mother her daughter with.

  Selene set the letter aside, unable to read anymore. An incredible sadness for her mother came over her. All the love she had lost and then ended up marrying Denny of all people. That made absolutely no sense. Tears slid down her face. Tears for her mother, her father and for the life Selene could have had if things had not ended so badly. She returned to the bed and curled onto her side, letting the tears flow and soak her pillow. That was how Jac and Remy found her. Immediately they came to her, sitting on either side of her on the bed, their eyes darkened by concern and questions.

  “Selene, if you want to be alone we understand but if you want to talk, we’re here.” Remy’s kindness made her cry all the harder. Jac leaned in close to press his lips to her cheek, his tongue catching her tears.

  “Tell us what’s wrong, baby girl.” Just with his gentle inquiry it all came out about the letters and the possibility of an uncle in Clay. For a moment neither man spoke, they just sat soothingly running hands across her back and legs until the storm of her emotion passed.

  Jac met Remy’s gaze, a silent resolution evident with both of them. He knew the events of the past few days surrounding Felicity’s property were aimed at Selene but now the new revelation about the letters and the mysterious uncle put paid to doubts Jac had. He knew one thing for certain. Selene was the love they had searched for and finally found. Anything and everything would be done to protect her.

  Chapter 16

  “We have to tell her, Remy.” Jac stood with his arms akimbo, watching Remy go through his morning punishment he called a work out. Last night had been a real eye opener for Jac. Not only did he sense some deeper plot concerning Selene but he also realized that he and Remy had played a part in it even though they weren’t aware of it.

  “So we tell he
r…then what? She’ll get pissed more than likely but it still leaves us exactly where we are…asking a lot of questions.” Jac sighed in frustration, knowing Remy had a point but he felt the need to do what was right. His only hope was it didn’t lose them the woman they loved.

  “Remy, you’re the one who told me to trust her. Shouldn’t we do the same in this case? Gaston has a role to play in this and you know it. We never asked ourselves why he asked us to look out for her when she was a kid. There’s no other reason than his being her uncle. It makes sense.” Remy dropped the barbell he was holding with a clang.

  “So he’s possibly her uncle. He’s had shit to do with her since she’s arrived. Are we putting her in heartache’s way if we put them together? You saw how upset she was last night.” Of course Jac remembered how upset she’d been. Every tear tore at his heart and left him feeling like shit.

  “How about we talk to Gaston and feel him out?” Remy laughed, picking up a heavier barbell.

  “Yeah…because Gaston is all about talking with either one of us right now. He thinks we’ve lured her to the dark side with our evil sexual intentions.”

  “According to Selene’s mother’s letter he’s the last one to be passing judgment on anyone about three-way relationships.” Remy nodded his head in silent agreement but he still was not completely convinced about everything else.

  “There’s something else we should be concerned about, mon frère. How long do you suppose she will stay here with us? She has another life and what do you suppose her plans are for fitting us in that life?” Jac felt his stomach clench before it dropped out. He had thought about her leaving but pushed the thought away because it scared him like nothing else. When they were all three together the energy was amazing. He loved her and he knew Remy loved her as well. Jac wanted them to be together…forever. An unorthodox but very happy family. Now Remy raised a good question that left Jac mystified…and downright petrified, to be honest. Jac sighed in frustration. Sometimes he really hated Remy’s tendency to play devil’s advocate.