Trouble in Miami [Trouble, Tennessee 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Natalie Acres

  “Heard you had a run-in with Allister at the airport.”

  Seth had figured on a tail. Toms probably wanted him to bitch and moan about having one. Instead, he said, “Yes. It was handled appropriately. I’m sure your contact told you as much.”

  “Remember, I ain’t payin’ you to fuck Allister’s old lady. I want her just as dead as the rest of ’em when this is all over.”

  “I hear you, Toms. I’ll be in touch.” He ended the call and shoved the phone in his pocket. Toms had given him an idea.

  Seth and Allister’s ‘old lady’ certainly had a chemistry of sorts. If he could figure out how to take them all out without Ellie realizing he was behind the assassinations then maybe, just maybe…

  “Fuck no,” he muttered, grimacing as he trekked to another concourse. He’d love to have Ellie for himself but there were a lot of women out there. He’d find one sooner or later, but until he finished his killing season, he needed to focus on the job, and Ellie couldn’t survive this.

  Unless....He stopped short and further contemplated all options. Yes, that was it. He could offer Ellie the option. When it came down to it, the woman would choose him over death. And he’d give her that choice.

  She deserved that much.

  * * * *

  “I never knew these clubs had private suites. How’d you know about this place?” Sable gripped the bedpost and removed her heels. She shrugged out of her tight-fighting shirt and wiggled away from her skirt.

  “Turn around,” Harley said, wanting to capture the perfect intimate picture.

  Sable crooked her finger back and forth then landed on the bed. She soon flipped over, bottoms up.

  “God bless.” Mac’s mouth dropped.

  Harley wasn’t in much better shape. The lavender and lace was enough to make him come in his jeans.

  Mac lost his shirt, jeans, boots, belt, and anything else attached to his person. Harley took his own Southern time, placing everything in his pockets on the bedside table. “Dance for us.”

  He picked up the remote and quickly found a music channel. Sable blushed but went to the bedpost and swung her body around like a stripper might. Her body angled to the left as she swayed back and forth.

  “Lose the bra,” Mac demanded, his voice tight.

  Her undergarments were stripped away in a sexy manner. She rolled her hips to the music and disposed of her panties before unhooking her bra. Shimming her shoulders, she lost the last thread of clothing covering her and jiggled her full breasts to taunt them.

  Mac grabbed hold of her and pinned her to the bed, savagely traveling over her as he held her hands to the mattress and kissed her everywhere his lips could touch. Already suited up and ready for a quick fuck, Mac didn’t mess around with foreplay for long. He’d apparently had plenty on the plane.

  With a devouring lick, he nipped her tightly drawn nipples, watching her for the kind of reaction Harley enjoyed witnessing, too. She arched her back and threw her chest forward.

  Mac pulled her over him and devoured her breasts, working his mouth over one mound and then the other. She slowly raked her manicured nails up and down his arms before turning to Harley and summoning him to bed, crooking that slender finger back and forth.

  Harley tossed condoms to the bedspread before removing packets of lube. He sheathed himself and oiled his cock, staring at that pretty ass he couldn’t wait to tap and claim.

  Before he broached the subject of positions, big brother had apparently lost his patience and quickly guided her over him. Harley let Mac have her for a few thrusts before he took Sable’s hips and positioned her small bottom in front of his straining prick.

  “Damn, Harley. Could you wait?” Mac cupped her neck and brought her lips to his, kissing her as he fucked her.

  Sable shook her ass as if to tease him. He didn’t need motivation, just watching her enjoy another made him eager for the fuck, inspired to ride.

  “We have a plane to catch.” As if that explained his profound need to rush. He was hard as stone and horny as hell.

  Without a preamble or a warning, Harley pushed his palm against her back and entered her with gentle probing, nudging his way right into her back alley, and cringing at the thought of rushed loving, hurried fucking.

  “Mmm….” Her body welcomed him and her sweet whimpers drove him. She squeezed around him, working with his shaft, gliding up and down.

  Mac and Harley shared Sable in a way that they couldn’t easily do when there were five of them stroking and screwing, fucking and possessing her. With only two there to love her, they rocked her back and forth, making slow and easy love, showering their woman with their complete attention.

  “You’re killing me here,” she crooned, turning her head to her shoulder and accepting Harley’s kiss.

  He reached around her and pulled at her taut nipple, noticing the fuller rich color of pink in her cheeks as he brought her a little pain and a whole lot of pleasure. Driving inside her hole then, he pushed her down against Mac’s chest once more. Then, he fucked for good measure and screwed for complete pleasure.

  The recently laundered linens filled his senses with the aromas of spring. The sultry jazz tunes resonated in his ears. Still, the only scents that mattered were associated with Sable. The only noise that counted was the erotic sound of slapping bodies.

  He rocked his cock into her sweet pussy, dipping his hips and taking a slow and gentle grind. “Oh God, Sable. Yes, baby.” Her tight passage didn’t give more than an inch. He tried to slow his gait but she kept bucking against him.

  “Be easy back there, Harley!” Mac hollered.

  “Hell and damnation,” he crooned, realizing he couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Sweet fucking mercy!” Her signature orgasmic cry pulsed in his ears as her climax undoubtedly rolled forward.

  He and Mac thrust harder, taking her with broken beats. Mac yelled and pummeled her with a fucking hardcore screw. Harley jerked then stilled, waiting for Mac to shoot.

  Unable to control himself when she tightened her passage and squeezed the fire out of him, Harley pumped inside her hole with fast and short rhythms. In another few seconds, he was screaming out her name, jolting as he came.

  Chapter Five

  “You’re either a foolish man or a brave one with a death wish, Mr. Jones.” Ellie took a deep breath and peered over the three seats in front of them. The older woman at her right had already snuggled up with her pillow and was softly snoring, the stench of booze rolling off her.

  “I don’t have a death wish, Ms….” He cocked his head. “Or is it Mrs. McCall?”

  “It might as well be,” Ellie replied, believing it in her heart. It was only a matter of formalities now. She and Allister were committed to one another. She was also dedicated to Ryan, Derek, and Bradley, too. Still, Allister wanted her to have his name.

  “I see,” Seth said. “So you’re headed to Miami?”

  “Yes.” She smiled as sweetly as she could, not sure if she should supply their final destination. Instead of adding anything more, she focused on the front of the plane, hoping Allister had already found his place. He wouldn’t stay there long if he spotted her traveling companion. In fact, all hell would probably break loose given the fact Seth was now beside her for their second flight.

  “Everything all right here, Ellie?” Draegan tapped her shoulder, shot Seth Jones a glare behind his back, and mouthed, “I don’t trust him.”

  Neither did his brother, but Draegan probably realized as much. “Mr. Jones was just telling me he’s headed to Miami.”

  “Everyone on this plane is,” Draegan said tightly.

  “Actually, I’m going to the Bahamas on a little gambling trip. Might even spend a week in Key West, too.” He shot them a seemingly victorious smile before adding, “The snorkeling there is sensational.”

  Ellie felt faint. Draegan looked about as washed out as she felt. He immediately turned and marched to the back of the cabin.

  “Your friends don
’t like me,” he said easily.

  “No they don’t.” Why disagree? The man was speaking the truth. Allister had already decided to hate the fellow. When Allister made up his stubborn mind, he didn’t change it.

  “And what about you, Miss—and I’m glad it’s Miss, by the way—do you dislike me as well?”

  “I don’t know you, Mr. Jones. And therefore I don’t have an opinion of you.”

  “Some say that’s the greatest insult you can give a person.”

  “Maybe for some, but I don’t take it as an insult. I prefer it, in fact, when someone doesn’t know me well enough to make a favorable or distasteful remark.

  “Most of the time, if someone flatters me, they want something from me. If they dish insults, they want to take something from me that they were unable to earn on their own.” Ellie settled her back against the seat and clasped her hands in her lap. “Yes, I prefer it if someone doesn’t have an opinion.” Noticing Allister rising from his seat, she quickly added, “You’ll feel that way, too, by the time this flight is over.”

  Seth leaned over and nudged her with his elbow. “For future reference, I like you, Miss. I like you a lot.”

  At that very moment, Allister glared at them and she closed her eyes, awaiting the coming storm. “You’ll soon change your mind.”

  * * * *

  Allister was enraged. How had he missed Mr. Jones? What had the son of a bitch done now? Hidden out in the lavatory while they’d boarded the plane?

  He tried counting the rows between himself and Ellie but there were too many of them. With his rage-o-meter zipping into the dangerous red zone, he tried to shrug by a few people in the aisle, but no one gave an inch. To make matters worse, his brothers and friends deliberately tried to slow his pursuit.

  “Take a seat, Allister,” Mac said, standing up to stall him.

  “Move, Mac.”

  “It’s not worth it, man.” Mac didn’t budge.

  “It’s not a coincidence he’s sitting beside her again.”

  “Maybe not, but Ryan is two rows behind them and Bradley is a few seats straight ahead,” Mac said, pointing out the obvious. “Derek is right there, too.”

  “Yeah I see that,” he muttered, his mind churning with an idea of how to move his brother out of his way. He took a sudden right and excused himself as he jumped over one passenger and then another. He then continued to make his way to Ellie.

  Curt and Gabe met him at the halfway point. As if they could stop him.

  “I’ll knock the ever-loving hell out of you if you don’t move,” Allister warned them.

  Gabe said, “You’re not getting arrested here. This attitude problem of yours is downright ridiculous.”

  “Handcuffs are the least of my worries.” He was furious, mad enough to kill. “Something is definitely off with that guy.”

  “Go sit down,” Gabe said.

  Curt added, “We could take ya, Allister, but we don’t want to. Just enjoy the trip and relax. Nothing will happen to Ellie here.”

  “Take me?” Allister balked at that. “The only thing you’re gonna take is a seat.” He pushed Curt and Curt let him pass.

  Gabe, however, followed him. Draegan and Harley picked up the effort of detaining him.

  “Man, come on,” Harley drawled. “You’re acting like a little boy who’s never had his way with a girl.”

  A few nearby passengers laughed. Great. His younger brother had made him look like an obsessive fuck.

  “Harley’s right,” Draegan agreed. “Go sit your ass down.”

  “This is a 757 aircraft. What are the chances he’d be seated next to Ellie?”

  “Slim, maybe, but it doesn’t matter. We’ll land in Miami and head to Key West and that will be the last we see of Mr. Jones.”

  “Jones hell,” Allister said, thinking of something. He tugged his phone from his pocket and took a few quick snapshots. Mr. Jones hurriedly left his seat, pursuing the lavatory then with his head down. “What I thought, motherfucker.”

  “I know you aren’t talking to me,” Harley said, nodding at Allister’s phone. “Tell me you aren’t sending that back to Trouble.”

  “Damn right I am,” Allister said. “We need to find out who this fellow really is.”

  “I’m seated in the back,” Draegan told him. “Go talk to Ellie. Give her a kiss, cop a feel, or get your fingers wet, whatever it is you do to calm yourself down.”

  “Then march your ass back up front and settle down. If you don’t, I’m never traveling with you again, man,” Harley said.

  “Is that supposed to be a threat?” Allister pushed him aside. “Grief.”

  As soon as the rest of his path cleared, he made a beeline to Ellie and flopped down in Mr. Jones’s spot.

  “I wondered how long it would take you,” she said, looking straight ahead.

  “You saw me coming,” Allister remarked, doing the same.

  “Allister I’m not doing this right now.”

  “You’re not doing what, Ellie?”

  “Watching you make an ass out of yourself,” Ellie replied calmly.

  Allister blew out a rough breath and whispered at her ear, “Trust me. As soon as this plane is in the air, you’ll wish you hadn’t said that.”

  “What are you going to do, Allister? Spank me?” She rolled her eyes.

  “Oh you are so fucking spanked,” he muttered, turning around and trying to spy that son of a bitch who was clearly putting his moves on Allister’s woman.

  Ellie turned sideways and crossed one leg over the other. She grabbed hold of his bicep and squeezed. “I love you. You know I’ve loved you since before I knew I loved you. Now let that be enough.”

  “There’s something wrong with him.” Why the hell couldn’t she see it, too?

  “Really?” She framed his face with her hands. “Allister. Listen to yourself. You sound like a jealous teenage boyfriend.”

  “She’s right.” The older woman next to her never opened her eyes. “It’s sexy and all but eventually, it will run a woman off. Is that what you want?”

  Allister was half-tempted to tell the biddy to mind her own business, but he’d always been taught to respect his elders. “Anyway, Ellie—”

  “Anyway, Sir,” the old woman continued, lifting her head away from the pillow then. “You have two choices. You can cause a scene and take your chances.” She let her glasses slide down her nose. “And that’s not the better option, young man.” She sat a little taller. “Or you can go back up there to the front of the plane, flirt with the little redhead beside you, and let everyone enjoy their trip to Miami.

  “Personally, I love seeing punches thrown. My Edwin was quite the fighter in his day. I always loved stirring trouble.” She gave Ellie a pointed stare and then swung her gaze back to Allister. “Go on now. Be a good husband or boyfriend or little thing on the side.” She laughed and then slowly lifted a red handbag from the floor. “If anything happens back here, I’ll knock the fella over his head and yell for help.”

  Ellie pressed her lips together. Clearly amused, Ellie didn’t have a jealous bone in her body so she probably didn’t hear the flirting suggestion. Even if she had, it wouldn’t matter. The redhead didn’t hold a candle to Ellie.

  “All right,” Allister said, conceding for Ellie as much as the woman who reminded him too much of his deceased grandmother. “Keep an eye on her.”

  “I will.”

  “I wasn’t talking to you,” he said, grinning at the old woman. “Ellie, keep this firecracker in line. She’s a dangerous sort of person.”

  “She could learn a thing or two from me, young man,” the woman stated proudly.

  “I’ll bet.”

  Chapter Six

  Derek had always played by the rules, but playing by the rules offered little appeal. Playing by them when someone else had broken them with the woman Derek loved bordered along the unacceptable.

  Instead of making a scene like Allister had done on the last flight, he slowly r
ose and pretended to grab something from the overhead compartment. He gave Ellie a longing look, aware of Mr. Jones watching his every move.

  Jones had already upset Allister. Derek wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of going two for two.

  Ellie cocked her head and moistened her lips. Darn tease. She could give him a quick wink or a sultry gaze, and his cock was anchored and ready to launch.

  With a slight backward tilt of his head, he walked around the middle section and up the far aisle. He’d meet his lady in the back of the plane. He didn’t need to lead her there.

  A few minutes later, she rounded the corner and he stepped inside the small facilities. Locking the door, he laughed at the sign indicating the bathroom was occupied. It should’ve said “out of order” for the duration of the flight.

  Without a word exchanged between them, he cupped her neck and brought her lips to his, brushing them gently at first before devouring them, marking them as his own. Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, feasting from his lips one minute then letting him lead the next.

  At one point, the plane jutted forward. They both ended up with their arms clumsily around one another, holding fast to the other one in a clinging hug.

  When the aircraft pulled away from the turbulence, the vixen shut the toilet lid and took a seat. Grabbing his belt, she hauled his body forward, staring at him with that seductress-like stare, the one he could so easily gauge, the one that stripped a man of any control he might have thought he owned.

  Her fingers went to work. She unsnapped, unzipped, and tugged his cock free.

  Those voluptuous lips went straight into action, sucking his cockhead, drawing him into the heat of her oh-so-talented mouth. With a steady intake of air, she pulled his cock across her tongue, blowing him like she would take an hour and a half to satisfying him.

  He loved her lazy approach, the leisurely manner in her methods. Her tongue finally whipped out and found a target—the small slit now oozing with his excitement. Hugging his crest, her lips closed around the thickness in a painstaking maneuver that left him gasping, breathless.