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

by McKinlay Thomson

  It wasn’t long before Grayson was bellowing to the ceiling, as Kate drove him over the edge with her warm wet mouth.

  “Fuck, Kate,” Grayson moaned. “That was amazing. Thank you, darling.”

  Grayson moved away, leaving Kate to Brock’s devices. She was still bouncing up and down, her leg muscles working hard, as she rode Brock’s cock like a bucking stallion.

  Brock moved his hand around her body and over her wet mound to her little pearl clit. Kate moaned loudly when he took it between his fingers and pinched.

  “Come for me, babe,” he told her. “Don’t hold back.”

  “Yes, Yes, Brock. Please. I’m so close.” Kate was panting and moaning above, and he knew one more pinch to her clit and she would be flying. He didn’t make her wait and Kate screamed her release with an ear-piercing squeal.

  Her muscles clamped down and tightened impossibly hard on his cock, sending him over the edge and into the most explosive orgasm he had ever felt. Brock was sure that the top of his head had blown off, and he roared out.

  Kate slumped down on top off him, drained and exhausted, her back resting on his chest and her head on his shoulder. His softening cock lay snug in her channel, and Brock was in no hurry to move.

  He kissed the side of her neck where it met her shoulder and gently bit down. He was tempted to mark her, for everyone would see that she was his, even if it would fade. They would have to mark her another way. She would soon wear their collar, but would she wear their ring as well?

  Brock and Kate stayed on the couch long after their sweat had dried. When Kate started to shiver, Brock decided it was time to get up. Grayson was nowhere in sight, and Pierson hadn’t put in an appearance either. Brock was sure he would have come running when he heard their passionate screams.

  “Up you get, babe,” Brock said, nudging her in the side. “Let’s go have a shower.”

  Kate groaned as she stood up. Brock decided a bath was more in order. It would help soothe her aching muscles. He stood up behind her and grabbed her hand, dragging her along behind him.

  “Slow down, Brock,” Kate told him. “What’s the hurry?”

  Brock didn’t slow down or even stop. He turned and scooped her up into his arms and kept on going. She let out a little squeak, but didn’t protest. That was good. She was their woman, and it was their job to look after her.

  Brock had every intention on pampering her after their bout of lovemaking. Kate was just going to have to get used to it. All three brothers would insist on making sure she was well looked after, and that meant that they would take care of all her needs whether she thought she needed help or not.

  She was probably going to balk when he washed her, but she would have to get used to that, too. He loved to wash his woman and get her all clean so they could get all dirty again.

  Brock climbed the stairs with Kate in his arms and a smile on his face. Everything was coming along nicely. Kate was in their home and bed and in their hearts. With a little persistence and a whole lot of wooing, hopefully soon it would be a permanent arrangement.

  Chapter Twelve

  Pierson strode around the firehouse. He was agitated and just wanted to get home to Kate. It had been over a week since the fire and she had come to stay with them. They were no closer to finding who had started it or the other fires and no closer to discovering who had caused the women to wreck that day.

  The brothers had taken turns to watch over Kate, whilst the others worked. It meant that someone was always there to watch her, but it also gave them much needed one-on-one time with their woman.

  Kate had been in constant contact with her sister over the phone, and Sarah was going to be released from hospital in a few days. Her parents had reluctantly said their good-byes and flown home. Blake had decided that it was safer for them to leave. They had left with strict instructions to be constantly updated, but trusted the safety of their daughters to the men.

  Pierson knew it was killing Kate not being able to be by her sister’s side, but all the men had agreed that she needed to be kept safe. That meant that they had to stay apart.

  Blake had told Pierson and his brothers that after the wreck, he had gotten in contact with a Detective Alex Smith. He had worked Sarah’s case, and Blake wanted to know see if Alex had any clues as to who might be coming after the women.

  Alex had said that they had been keeping an eye on the cartel that had come after Sarah, but all had been quiet since the death of Angelo Russo. Angelo was the man that had killed Sarah’s friend and then come after Sarah. She had shot him to save herself after Russo and his men had taken her.

  Pierson remembered it well. He had been on the team that was sent after her. Brock had found her location using the GPS system in the car that Russo had hired when he got to Montana. The men then rushed to her rescue, only to find she had rescued herself.

  The whole town had pulled together that day to save one of their women. It was one of the reasons the brothers had decided to settle in Merrick’s. The town looked after their own, especially the women. They were a tight community who accepted alternate lifestyles. It was a town where the men worked hard and all women were considered precious.

  The men of the town looked after even the stubborn, independent ones, like Kate. It didn’t mean they were stifled and had their dreams and needs trampled on, so the men could get their way. It meant that if someone needed help or was in trouble, others were there for them.

  Most of the men in town were Doms, but there were a few Dommes that had settled in town, too. They, like the brothers, were drawn to Merricks because of its open acceptance of people’s choices in lifestyles. But even they were looked after by the men in the town. It was their way. Had been since the town was settled in the late 1800s.

  Pierson ran a hand through his hair and continued pacing. His fellow firefighters quietly watched him as he walked back and forth. They looked like they were watching a tennis match with their heads all moving back and forth. It made Pierson stop, and he turned to face them. He put his hand on his hips and waited.

  Pierson lifted his eyebrows questioningly at the three men. Ryan Watson sat next to the rookie Payson, and Lucas Blackstock sat to the right of him.

  “What’s got you all worked up, buddy?” Ryan asked. He was one of the other part timers. He worked on a ranch with his brothers Tyler and Austin when he wasn’t on duty. His little sister Emily owned and ran Half-Baked, the local bakery.

  “These fires have got me on edge,” he replied. “I’m missing something. I can feel it.”

  “You need to forget about it, man,” Payson said. “Leave it to the investigators. It’s their job.”

  “Fuck off, Payson. The asshole tried to burn down a barn with my girlfriend sleeping in the attached apartment. Like I’m just going to forget it.” Pierson watched as Payton’s face paled at his words. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the young rookie.

  “Calm down, son,” Lucas told him. “The kid didn’t mean no harm. He doesn’t know Merricks’s ways yet.” Lucas was one of April’s husbands. She was Blake’s dispatcher down at the Sheriff’s station. He was a good friend to Pierson, and he trusted his advice.

  “He’s right, Pierson,” Ryan added. “Cut the rookie some slack. Let’s talk it out. What is it about the fires that troubling you?”

  Pierson looked at the three men and tried to put into words what the problem was. He had no evidence, but a gut feeling that something was wrong.

  “The first few fires were all lit in storage barns with a liquid accelerant. No one had witnessed anything and no one was hurt. The fire at the Hammond ranch was exactly the same, only this time the barn contained animals and Kate’s apartment was attached.”

  “So you think that the arsonist is upping the ante?” Ryan asked.

  “Either that or it’s a copycat,” Payson added. Pierson was of the same mind. Hell, it could have been anyone.

  “Kate and Sarah were run off the road that day. I’m also worried that it was
the same person trying to finish the job.”

  “But how would they know the arsonist’s MO?” Lucas asked.

  “My thoughts exactly.” Pierson wanted answers, and not knowing was troubling him something shocking. All three brothers were on edge, and Kate was going stir crazy being stuck in the house. Apparently it was possible to have too much sex. Not that he was complaining. Kate was incredible in the sack.

  “Has Blake got any leads?” Ryan asked, pulling Pierson from his musings.

  “No. He has been looking into it, but with Sarah in hospital, he has his hands full.”

  “Maybe—” Payson was cut off as the alarms squealed, sending the men into action. The dispatcher’s voice came over the PA system, informing them of a house fire in Stanley Road. The men suited up and jumped into the truck. Pierson sat in the back with the rookie whilst Lucas sat in front and Ryan drove.

  His thoughts were still on Kate and the arsonist as they raced toward the fire. It was only on the other side of town and took less than five minutes to get there. When the big rig pulled up in front of the old weatherboard house, it was to see the place already engulfed in flames.

  Pierson jumped from the truck and ran to unravel the hose. All thoughts fled as his mind turned to the job at hand. Unfortunately, the house couldn’t be saved, and as he moved closer and Payson turned on the hose, the men could only watch and try and contain the fire from spreading, as the rest of the house was destroyed under the raging heat.

  It took more than an hour to get the fire under control and extinguish it for good. They then had to drench the area so spot fires wouldn’t appear. By the time they were done, Pierson was covered in smoke and sweat.

  He packed up his equipment and then looked for the chief. He had arrived shortly after they did and was talking with the deputy and the owner of the house.

  The house belonged to Holly, a waitress at Stephie’s Bar and Grill. She rented it, but had lost all her belongings in the blaze. Pierson’s heart went out to the woman. She had come to Merricks under dodgy circumstances, something to do with her ex-boyfriend ripping her off. Poor thing was having a rough time of it, but Pierson smiled when he noticed Chase and Jared Walker rushing to her side.

  Pierson turned and walked into the ruined building. He looked around the rubble for any signs of how the fire started. Sometimes they were obvious, and sometimes they had to wait for the investigator’s report.

  “Shit,” Lucas said from behind him. “Poor girl’s lost everything.”

  “Yes,” Pierson replied. “Nothing left and no clear sign of where it started.”

  They walked from the building and all piled into the truck to return to the firehouse. Pierson and the rest of the firemen were all quiet on their return. Holly would have a hard stretch in front of her, but at least she had Chase and Jared to watch out for her.

  Pierson went through the motions of restocking supplies and checking over the equipment they had used. It wasn’t long before his mind went back to Kate and their pressing dilemma.

  They needed to get her out of the house so she didn’t get cabin fever, and he needed to let off steam to clear his head. Maybe then he would be able to work out who was starting the fires and threatening Kate and Sarah’s lives.

  Pierson smiled a smug smile and went to call his brothers. He knew just the place to take her, where she would be safe and out of the house. Her mind certainly wouldn’t be on her sister, that was for certain.

  * * * *

  Kate walked into Silk Ties, her green eyes popping out of her head. She had filled out the paperwork and signed herself over to the brothers for the evening. How she had let them talk her into coming to a bondage club was beyond her, but here she was in the skimpiest skirt and top she had ever worn.

  Her men had chosen her clothes and she felt silly. She wasn’t ashamed of her body and never really worried that she was a larger lady, but she didn’t run around in skimpy outfits either. Her black skirt barely reached past her bottom, and the dark-blue corset top was so tight she thought she was going to bust out of the top of it. Her breasts were mashed and practically under her chin. If she lifted her arms above her head it would be all over.

  They had also refused to let her wear any underwear, but she had been coping with that all week. The day after her paddling session with Grayson and Brock had been followed up by the most amazing sex, and then more sex in the shower. The brothers had bent her over the same recliner, removed her panties and shoved a huge butt plug up her ass. She had waddled around with it for the rest of the week and had only been allowed to take it out to do her business or when they had decided she was ready for a bigger one. They had hidden all of her panties and bras and said that they would only get them for her at their discretion.

  At least the heels they had chosen weren’t too high. She would likely have killed herself. She hated high heels and rarely wore them. She couldn’t chase little kids around a classroom all day in a pair of high heels. She had tried it once and never again.

  Kate looked around the room once the men had led her into the club. A long straight bar sat to the right of the door and had barstools along its length. The large dance floor was in the middle of the room, in between the bar and a stage that was covered with a long red velvet curtain. The back wall held booths and a large wooden door. Kate had no idea where it led. Two lounges sat at opposite corners of the room. One for the subs and one for the Doms and Dommes.

  The place was packed full of people, and it made Kate more uncomfortable. She hated crowds. She looked around at the different people and tried to take in the dynamics of the club. It wasn’t hard to tell who were the subs and who were doms, most of the subs wearing little to nothing at all.

  Pierson pulled her away from the door and toward the bar. Brock and Grayson flanked her and Grayson carried a black bag in his hand. The men surrounded her, and she felt small and tiny next to their greater heights. Whilst they waited to be served, Kate looked over her men.

  Grayson was dressed in tight black jeans, with black boots and an open black shirt. She couldn’t help but admire the chest that peeked out. He was solid muscle, and her fingers itched to run them through his dark chest hair.

  Pierson was dressed much the same. He wore dark-blue jeans and boots and had a black shirt. Much to Kate’s disappointment, he had left his buttoned up. Brock, on the other hand, was dressed the most outrageous.

  He had dressed the part of the big bad Dom in tight black leather pants and a silky black shirt. He had removed the shirt somewhere between the door and the bar. His bare chest rippled in the light, and Kate’s eyes swung back and forth between Brock and Grayson.

  “What do you think, babe?” Brock asked her. Kate looked around the club once more. It had a comfortable, welcoming feeling. It wasn’t seedy, and though dark, the vibe in the room was pleasant and inviting.

  “So far, so good, Master Blake,” she replied. She had remembered to call him master. Whilst in the club the brothers had said she could either call them sir or master, followed by their name. If she forgot, she would be punished.

  She also had to keep her eyes down, not look other Doms in the eye, and only speak when spoken to. She thought that it was all a bit harsh, but followed protocol to make her men happy.

  “Let’s go relax in the lounge, and we’ll answer any questions you have.” Kate followed the brothers to the Doms’ lounge and then sank to her knees on the provided cushion. She assumed the position they had showed her and lowered her head.

  It was hard to stay like that, her need to look around too great. Kate peeked around from under lashes and looked over the other Doms in the lounge. She knew a few of them from her outings with Sarah and ducked her head desperately, hoping that no one noticed her.

  She couldn’t imagine her shy, older sister coming to this club. Her men must have practically had to drag her through the door to get her here. In saying that, however, Sarah had come a long way from the shy girl she was when she had left for Merricks. S
he was more outgoing and independent. Still, she just couldn’t picture it. Maybe she shouldn’t try.

  “Do you have any questions, little darling?” Pierson asked. “Now is the time to ask them. Once we go through that door, the time for questions will be over.”

  “Um, what are you going to do to me?”

  “That’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see. Any other questions?”

  Kate thought real hard about what she wanted to know. She didn’t really have anything she needed to know right now. She knew once they were on their way home she would have a flood of questions, but for now she couldn’t think of any.

  “Do you remember your safe words?”

  “Yes, Master Pierson. Green to go, yellow to slow, and red to stop.”

  “Excellent.”

  “It’s almost time,” Grayson added. “Come on, we can have a walk around before our booking is up.”

  Kate let Grayson pull her to her feet, and she followed them toward the large wooden door that led to the play areas of the club. Once she was on the other side her jaw dropped and she looked around, stunned.

  It was just as she had always pictured a bondage club to look. Spanking benches and St. Andrew’s crosses littered the room. Chains hung from the ceiling, and in one corner was a swing. Kate felt her pussy dampen at the sights and sounds. Cries of ecstasy mingled with the sound of flesh being struck. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air.

  Kate watched as a woman bent over a spanking bench had her ass paddled by a tall, lithe Domme. It was so much like the paddling she had received at home, she found herself highly aroused and crossing her legs, trying to rub away the ache.

  As they moved further into the room, Kate noticed a man leading a naked girl around on a leash. She was on all fours and had puppy ears attached to her hair. Kate screwed up her nose, not really into that. She’d have to remember to tell the men.

  She was intrigued by a man pouring wax onto the naked chest of his male sub. Whilst the sight gave her tingles, she thought it looked damned hot. That would have to remain on the maybe list.