Fire Me Up [Merricks, Montana 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by McKinlay Thomson

  Grayson moved in and out, his speed quickening the closer he got to completion. Kate wiggled beneath him and thrust her hips up to meet his, as he started to pound into her.

  Grayson took her mouth in a passionate kiss, nipping and sucking at her lips and swallowing her moans. Kate kissed like a dream, and Grayson lost himself in her as his body took over.

  “Yes, yes, sir. It feels so good. Please, I need, um, yes.” She wasn’t making sense, and Grayson knew she was close. He wasn’t going to come before her, though, and he shifted his angle until she was screaming and thrashing with need.

  “Come for me, love,” he demanded, and with her scream of completion ringing in his ear, her pussy tightened around his cock and he followed her over into bliss.

  Grayson lay panting above Kate, holding his weight on his arms so he didn’t squash her. She had her arms and legs wrapped around his, and she held on tightly as she breathed rapidly.

  Grayson lifted his head and looked into her sleepy green eyes. His heart flipped in his chest, and he knew he was doomed. He wasn’t ready to say love yet, but with her staring up at him with wonder and awe, he was pretty damned close to screaming it from the rafters.

  He leaned down and kissed her sweetly on the lips. He needed to clean himself up before he said something he wasn’t ready for. She had stolen his equilibrium and he needed time to sort it out. He was a hard-ass Dom, but one encounter with the feisty wench and he was ready to spout sonnets.

  Grayson untangled himself from Kate’s limbs and got up off the bed to clean up. His brothers would take care of their woman whilst he used the time to bury his newfound feelings.

  Chapter Ten

  Brock watched as his brother walked from the room. He was quick to discard his jeans and jump onto the bed beside Kate and pull her into his arms. Brock knew something had spooked Grayson, and he thought he knew exactly what it was. Kate had worked her way into his heart, too. She had a way of getting under your skin and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get her out again.

  Brock shook off his thoughts as Pierson climbed onto the bed on the other side to his brother. Pierson was gently kissing Kate whilst he fondled her plump breast, his hard cock resting against her leg. He was in the same state. Watching Grayson fucking their woman was hot and left him needy and harder than a rock.

  He moved his hand up her body from her knee to her breast, feeling her soft skin beneath his callused fingers.

  “Got enough energy left for us, babe?” he asked. “Or are you all tuckered out?”

  “I’m good,” she panted. “Just give me a minute.”

  “Oh no. I think our little subbie has forgotten something,” Brock teased. He gave her nipple a hard squeeze and was delighted when she moaned and squirmed under him.

  “Sir! I meant to say sir.”

  He smiled down at her. Her green eyes were passion filled, her lids lowered. Her bee-stung lips were slightly parted, and she was softly panting. Fuck, she was beautiful. His heart turned over in his chest, and he had to swallow a lump that had formed in his throat.

  Brock watched as Pierson still paid homage to her other breast, and when he finally lifted his head, her dark-pink nipple was hard, tight, and begging for more attention.

  “Roll over onto your hands and knees, baby,” Brock said. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  Brock and Pierson helped her into position, and then Brock moved between her spread legs. Her little forbidden hole peeked up at him from between her cheeks, and her sweet little pussy was exposed. His cock jumped at the sight, and he had to give the base a squeeze to try and stem his arousal.

  “Ready, Kate?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, and with that he slammed home with one long, powerful thrust. When Kate groaned and pushed her hips back to meet his, Brock grabbed her hips and drove into her again and again. She was so tight and hot that he thought he might have died and gone to heaven.

  He watched as Pierson moved on the bed until he knelt in front of Kate. She didn’t need to be told what he wanted, when he waved his cock at her and grinned. Kate opened her mouth and Brock stared, mesmerized, as she took Pierson’s long length in her mouth and started bobbing her head.

  He was reminded to move when she thrust back onto him and squeezed her muscles around his cock and damned near strangled the thing. Brock moaned and started to move again without taking his eyes off the sight.

  “You feel so good, baby,” Brock said. Groaning and panting, he tried to hold off his orgasm until Kate had at least one more. He gritted his teeth and tore his eyes away from her hungry mouth and what it was doing. He had never felt like this with anybody. She was testing his endurance and he was going to fail.

  “Yes, little darling,” Pierson said. “Your mouth feels so good. Here it comes, Katie. Take all of me.”

  Brock turned back to his brother and watched as Pierson threw back his head and roared to the ceiling. Kate’s throat worked hard as she tried to swallow all of Pierson’s release.

  “Fuck, little one. That was amazing.” Pierson flopped down on the bed, spent and exhausted. His chest lay close to Kate’s mouth, and he jumped when she licked his nipple.

  Brock knew it was time to turn her attention back to him. He leaned down and strummed her little pearly clit. Kate moaned and withered beneath him. Brock snapped is hips, driving her closer and closer to completion.

  Just when he thought he couldn’t hold back any longer, Kate cried out, her orgasm slamming through her, causing her pussy muscles to tighten on his length. With a loud bellow, he followed her over and spilled himself inside the condom.

  Kate pulled away from him and flopped onto her stomach. Her head rested on Pierson’s chest, and she breathed softly.

  “I think she’s asleep, brother,” Pierson said. He ran his fingers gently through her hair in a soothing manner, seemingly content with the world. Brock moved off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. Grayson had already finished up and was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room and watching them.

  Brock didn’t waste time, wanting to get back to Kate and hold her in his arms. He loved to snuggle and spoon after sex and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. His brothers were the ones who liked to leave straight after sex, and it was one of the reasons they never brought a girl back to their place. Brock suspected they would be different when it came to Kate, and they would end up arguing over who got to spend time in bed holding her after their loving was done.

  That was if Grayson had gotten his head out of his ass and gotten over whatever it was that had spooked him before. If not, then that was more time that Brock got to spend holding his woman.

  He grabbed a wet cloth and went back into the bedroom to clean Kate up. Everyone was where he left them, and Kate didn’t stir as he wiped her down and made sure she was comfortable.

  They moved her to the head of the bed and under the blankets before Pierson took up position in the bed next to her. It was a small bed, and they weren’t all going to fit. Even though he didn’t want to, Brock reluctantly turned to Grayson.

  “What do you want to do, Gray?” he asked. “You gonna jump in here or shall I?”

  “You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch,” Grayson replied. “I’ll take tomorrow night.”

  “Are you all right? Is there something wrong?”

  “No, everything is fine. Better than fine. Get some sleep. It’s a long drive to Helena tomorrow, and I’m sure Kate will want to leave as soon as she can.”

  Brock watched his brother walk from the room before jumping in the bed. He pulled Kate into his arms and pulled one of her legs over his. She was already spooning with Pierson, so he snuggled closer to get as much of Kate in his arms as he could. Then closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It was a long time coming. His brain was filled with thoughts of the future, and how Kate would break his heart if she decided to go home.

  She was starting to be everything to him, and when he had gotten the call from Grayson sayin
g that she was in an accident and missing, he damn near fell to his knees and cried. He couldn’t lose her now. Not after he had only just found her. It was going to be hard work to convince her to stay, but if they made sure it would be just as hard for her to leave them as it would for them when she left, they might be in with a chance.

  * * * *

  Pierson snuggled into Kate and tried to work out what had woken him. There was a strange glow coming in the window and a crackling sound coming from outside. It only took a second for his brain to kick into gear and for him to realize that the light and the noise could only mean one thing.

  Pierson scrambled from the bed and yelled for his brothers. Brock and Kate startled awake at his yell and Grayson ran from the lounge.

  “There’s a fire,” he said. “We need to get out and get Kate to safety.”

  “Get dressed, love,” Grayson told Kate. She looked sleepy-eyed and only half-awake.

  “What’s going on?” she asked. Her voice was husky, and it went straight to Pierson’s cock, despite the dire situation.

  “There’s a fire, baby,” Brock told her. “We need to leave.”

  “What? What fire?” Kate looked worried, but still didn’t really comprehend the situation. She must be worn out something fierce, Pierson thought.

  “Just get dressed, Kate,” Grayson added.

  Pierson dressed quickly and watched as Brock and Kate did the same. He went to the window and peeled back the curtain. The flames were coming from the barn next door.

  “We need to leave now,” he told them. “The barn is on fire, and it won’t be long before it spreads to the apartment.”

  Grayson walked back out into the lounge, and Pierson could hear him on the cell calling for the fire brigade. Pierson pulled on his boots and scooped Kate up into his arms. She was fully dressed, but shoeless. Pierson didn’t have time to wait. They needed to leave now.

  He walked from the bedroom and out the front door and away from the apartment, Brock and Grayson hot on his heels. His first priority was to get Kate to safety, and then he could assess the situation more thoroughly.

  Pierson quickly climbed the steps to the Hammond ranch house and deposited Kate onto the swing. Brock wrapped her in a blanket and then sat down beside her, pulling her into his arms. She had tears in her eyes, but she sat quietly, looking at the brothers.

  “Stay here, little darling,” he told her. “We will be back as soon as we can get the horses from the barn.”

  “Yell if there is a problem, and we will come running,” Grayson added, and then all they all ran back toward the barn.

  The fire was tearing up the back walls of the barn at a rapid pace, and black smoke billowed into the sky. Pierson threw open the doors to the barn to hear the cry of the worried horses trying to kick their way to freedom.

  The brothers paused as they entered and then went to work. They opened the stall gates and stood back as the scared horses fled into the night. They wouldn’t get far and they could round them up later. They just needed to get them all out before the fire engulfed the entire building.

  Brock and Grayson ran from stall to stall, freeing the livestock, as Pierson moved toward the end of the barn. The closer he got to the fire, the hotter it became. The smoke was making it hard to breathe, and he coughed to clear his lungs.

  Pierson looked for the source of the fire, and it was just as he suspected. Someone had lit the bales of hay that were stored at the back of the barn on fire. A red gasoline bottle lay discarded on the floor.

  The arsonist had struck again. Only this time he had chosen a barn that had livestock in it instead of one used purely for storage. He backed away and continued to help free the horses until none remained.

  Pierson ran from the barn and into the fresh air. Sirens erupted, and the flashing lights of the fire trucks caught his eye as they raced toward the barn. Brock and Grayson stopped next to him and they watched as the truck pulled up and men poured from the cab.

  “Go back and take care of Kate,” he told Brock and Grayson. “I’ll be up as soon as the fire is taken care of and I can speak with the chief.”

  “Sure thing, bro,” Brock said.

  “Be safe,” Grayson added, always the big brother.

  He walked to the truck and watched as the men scrambled around, turning knobs and unwinding the hoses. The rookie, Payson, caught his attention when he ran over.

  “I put your gear in the back of the truck. Figured you’d be here when Grayson made the call.”

  “Thanks, kid,” he replied and went to gear up.

  It took a while for him and the other firemen to get the blaze under control. One team tackled the fire from the back of the barn, whilst Pierson and his team fought it from inside. When the barn was nothing more than a smoldering heap, the entire back half-destroyed and on the verge of collapse, Pierson pulled his team back and let Payton take control of the hose.

  They needed to make sure that no embers sparked back up before they could pack up and leave, but Pierson knew that Payton could handle the rest and went to talk with the chief.

  “Lucky you were here, Carter,” the chief said. “Could have been a lot fucking worse. That little lady of yours might not have got out in time.”

  “How did you know that—” Pierson was cut off as the chief went on.

  “Please, boy. A small town like this, everybody knows your shit. You and your brothers have been chasing that girl like a pack of lovesick puppies.”

  “Ease up, Chief. I wouldn’t go that far.”

  “You take care of that little lady. She’s having a rough time, with her sister and all.”

  “You don’t miss anything do you?”

  “Nope. Now tell me about the fire. Then I’ll have to put a call to the Hammonds and give them the bad news. As if things aren’t fucking bad enough with Sarah in the hospital. Now some asshole has set fire to their joint.”

  “Same as last time. Whoever it was lit hay bales with a discarded gas bottle. The arsonist is getting bolder. The barn had livestock, and Kate’s apartment was attached to the side of the barn. Bastard could have killed her.” Pierson felt his blood boil. He wanted this fire starter caught and punished. The bolder they got the more dangerous to others, and it wouldn’t be long until they had their first casualty.

  Pierson was angry that someone was starting fires in his peaceful town, and he wasn’t the only one. The chief was swearing up a blue streak and didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

  He looked toward the house and Kate. She stood in his brother’s arms, safe for the moment but scared. Pierson turned his mind to the pickup that had run Sarah and Kate off the road. Was the fire related? Or was it just a coincidence that the fire was started the same way as the others? Did they come and try to finish the job?

  All worrying prospects and ones he needed to discuss with his brothers and the Hammonds. The women were in danger, and the men needed to go into lockdown mode. Sarah was safe at the hospital with her Doms at her side. Kate needed to be protected.

  If the target was Sarah, then they needed to make sure Kate stayed away. If the target had been Kate, then they needed to keep her safe and away from Sarah. Kate was going to get mad, but the trip to hospital was going to have to wait.

  Pierson turned back to the chief.

  “I’ll call the Hammonds, Chief. We need to discuss a few things, and then we’ll take Kate back to our place.”

  “All right. I need to write up a report anyway. Take care of her.”

  Pierson watched as the chief turned and barked orders to a few of the men. He removed his protective gear and put it back in the truck to be taken back to the firehouse. He was covered in soot and sweat and needed a shower, but that would have to wait.

  He walked to the ranch house and climbed the stairs to the porch. Kate ran to him and jumped into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and held on. Pierson smiled to himself as she planted kisses across his dirty face.<
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  “I was so worried,” Kate said. “I know you are a professional, but when you went into that burning barn, my heart just about stopped.”

  “I’m glad you are starting to care for me, little darling.” Pierson took her lips in a kiss, and when she opened her mouth to his, he thrust his tongue inside to tangle with hers. Soon they were both out of breath and panting. Kate looked adorable with her face smeared with soot, and he fell just a little bit more for her.

  Kate untangled her legs from his, too soon for his liking, and dropped back down to the ground. He took her hand and walked her over the where Brock and Grayson waited.

  “Everything is under control,” he told them. “We can shoot through.”

  “Can I get some of my things from the apartment?” Kate asked. He looked into her hopeful eyes and hated to disappoint her.

  “It’s not safe, little darling. Until the barn is stabilized the apartment is off limits.”

  “Crap, all my stuff is in there.”

  “I know, Kate, but we can’t risk it. We will get you some clothes to wear in the meantime, and you will have to bunk out at our joint until this is all over.”

  “Why?” she asked. She looked confused and not happy about it in the least.

  “It isn’t safe for you to be by yourself and you can’t stay here. We will go back to our place and call Blake and James and fill them in. Then we need to discuss what happens next.”

  “Why? Aren’t we going to the hospital next?”

  Grayson took her shoulders and turned her to face him. He wore his Dom face, and Pierson guessed he wasn’t in the mood to argue with Kate about her safety.

  “Someone wants either you or your sister dead, Kate. That means together you are both a target. We need to protect you somewhere where we have the upper ground. Blake and James and your parents are with Sarah and will call with updates. They don’t need us there getting in the way and making protecting Sarah harder than it needs to be. Tell me you understand?”

  “I understand, but I don’t see—”