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

by McKinlay Thomson

  He watched his brother exit the water and wrap a towel around his waist, before holding one out for Kate. She stood in all her naked glory and stepped out, straight into Brock’s arms. Grayson followed and dried himself off, then followed them into the bedroom.

  Grayson reached out and snagged the towel Kate was holding against her body. She let out a small yip, but let Grayson have his way.

  “On the bed, love,” he told her and smiled when she scrambled to do his bidding. She lay flat on her back, her legs straight and closed, and her hands by her side. She looked like she was a virgin about to be sacrificed on her wedding night, and Grayson had to remind himself that she had been one not that long ago.

  Brock and Grayson approached the bed, each getting in on opposite sides of Kate. Grayson ran his hand soothingly down her body and placed small nippy kisses along her neck and shoulders. All the work he had done to get her aroused on the bath had seemed to flee the moment they entered the bedroom. Grayson and Brock would have to go slow and build the fire inside her once more.

  “Relax, babe,” Brock told her. “We won’t ravish you, unless you ask for it.”

  “I’m all for ravishing,” she said. Brock and Grayson looked at each other in confusion.

  “Then what has you troubled, love?” Grayson asked.

  “I just don’t like you seeing me naked. You all stare at my jiggly bits.”

  Grayson stifled a laugh and latched his mouth onto one of her nipples, whilst Brock kissed his way across her round tummy. When she softly moaned, Grayson lifted his head and looked down at her once more.

  “We like your jiggly bits, little girl,” he said. “You are a beautiful woman, and seeing you naked makes us hot and horny.”

  “We don’t want a skinny woman who is all bones and no flesh. You are perfect for us,” Brock added.

  Grayson knew it would take a while for her to believe them. They would just have to show her how much they loved her round, soft, delectable body.

  Brock moved on the bed, spreading her thighs and moving between them. Grayson watched as his brother buried his head in between her thighs and heard her moan in response. With Brock taking care of her pussy, Grayson moved up her body to take her mouth. He pushed his tongue between her lips and deepened the kiss. It soon turned hot and ravenous as Brock continued to pleasure her below.

  Grayson ran a hand up her body to her breasts and gently took her nipple in his fingers. He rolled and tugged on the bud until it tightened in his fingers. Breaking away from her mouth, he took the other nipple in his teeth and gently bit down. When he lifted his head, it was tight and red.

  He gave the other nipple the same treatment until both nipples were hard, red little nubs. He imagined what they would look like with nipple clamps on them, a chain hanging down and connecting them to a thick leather collar. The idea turned him, on and he decided they would have to get her one.

  Grayson continued to play with her nipples, sucking and biting, pulling and twisting, until she was withering and moaning. She was close to completion, and it wouldn’t take much for Brock to tip her over the edge.

  “Yes, please. Oh Brock, that feels so good, please don’t stop,” she begged.

  Grayson couldn’t wait much longer. He wanted to sink his cock into her warm heat and stay there for the rest of the night. He decided to help things along and, taking both nipples in his fingers, gave them a hard squeeze, just as Brock rammed his fingers inside her channel.

  Kate screamed her release to the ceiling, her eyes scrunching shut as pleasure washed over her. She arched her back off the bed and drove her hips toward Brock’s hands, causing Grayson to pull harder on her nipples.

  “Fuck, that was hot,” Brock said. “I almost disgraced myself all over the bed.”

  Grayson looked down at Kate. She was panting softly, her eyes closed. He leaned down and kissed her lips and then broke away. He was in much the same state as Brock. He would never get used to watching Kate as she came. Her whole body got involved as she lost control and gave herself over to her pleasure.

  Grayson moved to lie on the bed on his back, nudging Kate with his elbow.

  “Climb onboard, love,” he said. “I want you to ride my cock.”

  Kate moved away and threw a leg over him to straddle his hips. She flopped down on his chest, her head tucked under his chin.

  “I don’t think I can,” she said. “You’ve killed me.”

  He chuckled under her and then tickled her sides. She had him so hot and ready, his cock was about to self-combust.

  “No stamina, wench,” Grayson said and then turned to his brother. “Looks like we are going to have to head to bed, Brock. Baby girl needs her rest.”

  * * * *

  Kate lifted off Grayson’s chest and looked down into his chocolate-colored eyes. He was trying to rile her up, and it was working. She’d show him stamina. By the time she was finished, he’d be begging her to stop. She was going to wring him dry and then keep on going. She’d take on him and his brothers until they begged for mercy.

  “Baby girl is going to knock your socks off and leave you in a puddle on the floor,” she said. “Now saddle up, cowboy. It’s time for a ride.”

  Kate leaned over Grayson and dangled her full breasts over his mouth. All thought fled when he took her nipple between his teeth and suckled. She threw her head back and moaned, slowly rubbing her pussy back and forth over his hard length.

  “Don’t forget about me,” Brock said, still lying on the bed beside her.

  “As if I could,” she replied and then asked, “Where’s Pierson?”

  “He went to take a shower. He should be back by now.”

  Kate lifted away from Grayson’s lips and then bellowed in a loud voice, “Pierson, get your ass up here. You’re missing the fun.”

  Kate couldn’t help the giggle that erupted when Pierson burst into the bedroom and all but dived onto the bed.

  “What’s going on?” he asked. He was freshly showered, his hair still damp, and completely naked. His hard cock was erect and jutting from his sleek body.

  “Grayson is being an ass,” she told them. The slap to her ass didn’t surprise her, but it did sting. She glared down at Grayson with her hands on her hips.

  “You are being a brat, little girl,” he said. “Unless you want to be bent over my knee and spanked before we fuck you, you’d better start behaving.”

  “You started it,” she snapped back.

  “And I’m finishing it. This is the bedroom and you are still our sub. So no more sassy talk, or expect to be punished.”

  Kate had the urge to stick her tongue out at Grayson, but she didn’t want to be spanked. Not tonight. No, she wanted to make love to her men. She shut her mouth and grinded her wet slit along his throbbing length once more and then looked down at him. She tried to look innocent, but she probably just came out looking constipated.

  “Take my cock, love, and put it in you,” Grayson said. She rose up on her knees and grabbed his large appendage. Guiding it into her channel, she slowly lowered herself until her butt rested on his thighs.

  Grayson grabbed onto her hips and stilled her movements.

  “Lean down and kiss me, love. Brock is going to get you ready for his cock.”

  Kate cringed but did as he asked and took his mouth. She wasn’t really paying attention to the kiss, waiting for Brock to touch her forbidden hole. She gasped as she felt Grayson’s big hand slap her ass cheek again.

  “Forget Brock and pay attention to me,” Grayson said. He took her lips once more, and it wasn’t long before she was lost in his kiss. She felt something cold touch her puckered opening, but didn’t lift her head, continuing to mingle her lips with Grayson’s.

  “God, babe,” Brock said. “I thought your little pussy was tight. You’re going to strangle my cock if I don’t stretch you enough.”

  Kate felt her pussy tighten on Grayson’s cock at Brock’s naughty words. She had never done anal play before, and even though she ha
d run around with a butt plug shoved up her ass, it still felt dirty and forbidden. That just heightened her arousal more.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Pierson said. “Kate, you have a gorgeous ass. Grayson, you need to see it stretched tight around Brock’s fingers.”

  Kate blushed and went back to kissing Grayson. She was so aroused and wet, she didn’t know how long she could sit there and not move on Grayson’s cock. Brock’s fingers worked in her ass, touching sensitive places she didn’t even know were there.

  Kate started to pant, her breath leaving her body in tiny little bursts. She started to rock uncontrollably, needing to move and relieve the ache she felt.

  “That’s it, babe. Are you ready for my cock?” Brock asked.

  “Yes, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

  She felt Brock slowly start to enter her. His blunt head speared her tight entrance, forcing his way in. She sucked in a breath at the burning sensation and gritted her teeth. It hurt, and she was starting to regret her decision to let Brock take her behind. The burning turned to a sting, and just when she thought she couldn’t take much more, Brock’s cock popped through the tight muscle.

  “That’s it, babe. I’m in. Fuck, you’re tight.” Brock worked his cock in and out as Kate tried to get used to the new sensations. When Grayson started to move inside her pussy, she thought she had died and gone to heaven.

  “Oh wow,” she said. “It’s feels so good. I never thought, I—” Kate held onto Grayson’s shoulders as the brothers picked up speed. Pierson moved closer and caught her attention as he waved his erection at her.

  “Take my cock in your mouth, little darling,” he told her. “Suck me dry. I need to feel your lips on me.”

  Kate moved her head sideways and was at perfect height to take Pierson in her mouth. She swiped her tongue along the head, tasting his unique flavor. He was salty and musky and she craved more. She took his mushroom head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

  Pierson groaned above her and took a handful of her hair in his palm, guiding his cock back and forth between her lips. Kate was lost in the sensation of fucking her three men. How she had ever thought that one man would be enough, she didn’t know. The brothers came as a set, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

  They had worked their annoying, dominant way into her heart, and she was going to be in a world of hurt when it was time to go home. Each brother was different and unique in his own way.

  Grayson was bossy and domineering and so damned sexy, she didn’t know whether she wanted to punch him or rip his clothes off and have her way with him. Pierson was serious but had a playful side, whilst Brock was the cute charmer. He was like a puppy sometimes, wanting to please her.

  Kate took as much of Pierson’s long cock in her mouth as she could. She growled around his shaft and heard him groan in response. It wasn’t long before he took control, fucking her mouth. She swallowed around his cock and breathed through her nose.

  Brock and Grayson pumped inside her channels, dragging their big stalks over her sensitive muscles and driving her arousal higher and higher toward the most explosive orgasm of her life.

  Kate started to moan and cry out around Pierson’s cock. Her full breasts bounced up and down as the brothers rode her harder and faster. It just added to the whole experience. Her hard nipples brushed Grayson’s chest.

  “Here it comes, baby,” Pierson said, his voice rough with arousal.

  Kate braced herself and swallowed hard. Pierson’s cock grew in her mouth and then exploded down her throat. His salty cum filled her mouth and she struggled to swallow it all. She licked him clean as he softened in her mouth and then let him slide between her lips. She watched him collapse on the bed beside her, an arm thrown over his eyes and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

  Her attention was drawn back to Grayson and Brock when they increased their thrusts, driving back and forth, their cocks pistoning into her body. Kate cried out when Grayson reached down and fingered her clit, pinching it between his fingers.

  Kate could hold back no longer. With one powerful thrust from her men, she leapt over the edge and screamed out. Her whole body shook, the pleasure starting in her pussy and rippling through her entire body. Her orgasm went on and on. One slamming into the other as she kept on coming over and over.

  Kate heard Brock bellow as hot semen shot into her back passage. Grayson was quick to follow, arching his hips upward and lifting her body. Kate felt his cock grow and then erupt as he came, calling her name before slumping down again.

  They lay in a pile, arms and legs tangled, as they caught their breath. Kate couldn’t let the men win. She forced herself up and disentangled her body from the brothers. Brock rolled onto his back, and the three brothers lay next to one another as Kate rose and got off the bed.

  Kate swung her hips and walked toward the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder at the brothers and smiled.

  “So, who killed who?” she asked sassily and then closed the bathroom door behind her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kate was going to kill them. A week and a half had gone by since they went to the club and they had been hanging around the house since. Oh, the brothers got to leave when they had to work. Pierson was at the firehouse now and an emergency had called Grayson into “CUSS” or whatever it was called.

  But no, Kate had to hang around the house for safety, always with the promise they take her out and never finding the time. There were three of them, for god’s sake. Surely one of them could find time. Brock hung around the house and worked from home, but even he was too busy working on that blasted computer.

  The worst part was Sarah had been released from hospital and they still hadn’t taken Kate to see her. It was too dangerous and all that garbage. Nothing had happened since the fire. Surely the danger had passed and the two things weren’t related.

  It was probably a drunk that drove them off the road and then panicked and shot through. The fire was just bad luck, or that arsonist who was starting barn fires, and that had nothing to do with her or her sister.

  Kate glared at the ceiling and shook her fist at it in frustration. She knew Brock was up there, tapping away on his computer doing god knew what. She had to get out of here. She’d borrow Brock’s SUV and go and see her sister.

  But then James and Blake would just make her come home again. She pulled her cell from her jeans pocket and dialed her sister’s number. She would get her to meet her in town. They could catch up and be back before anyone noticed. She waited her to pick up and her voice to come across the phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Sarah. How are you feeling?” she asked, smiling. She was glad to hear Sarah’s voice.

  “Good. A little sore, but I’m okay. What’s up?”

  “I wanted to see you. I’m going stir-crazy, and I wanted to catch up and make sure you’re all right.” She adjusted the cell under her ear and slipped on her boots.

  “Sure. Come on over,” her sister told her. Kate stood and moved into the kitchen, looking for her purse.

  “I can’t, Grayson and his brothers say it isn’t safe. Meet me at the bridge. Let’s blow this joint.”

  “I don’t know, Kate. Blake and James will be pissed, and my ass will pay for it.”

  “Stop being such a sissy, Sarah. Nothing has happened in ages. I want to see you.”

  “I only got out of the hospital two days ago. I’m not sure—” Her sister was wavering. She needed to apply the pressure. Sarah always caved.

  “Jesus, Sarah! I’m not asking you to run a marathon. We’ll go and grab a drink at Stephie’s. Everyone knows you and will keep an eye out for you.”

  “Tell on me to Blake and James, more like it.” Sarah sounded disgruntled, causing Kate to smile.

  “Please! I never ask you for anything,” she begged.

  “You say that every time you ask me for something, and every time it’s me that gets in trouble.”

  “Not true. I’m the on
e that got into trouble. No one told on shy, cute little Sarah.” Kate heard her sister chuckle through the line.

  “Now you’re changing history to suit yourself. Fine, one hour and then I’m coming home. If James wasn’t in the shower I’d never get out.” Yes, she had her.

  “Oooh, big sister has grown some balls and is going against her big bad Dom.”

  “Don’t push it, Kate. It’s not too late to change my mind.”

  Kate disconnected and ran to grab Brock’s keys. She quietly slipped into the garage and pushed the button to unlock the car door. Slipping behind the wheel, she started the engine and opened the garage door, before burning down the drive and onto the road.

  She was free. Hopefully Sarah was able to make her escape. She turned up the music and sang as she drove into town. It didn’t take too long, and she was soon reaching the town limits.

  Kate turned down the music and turned into the main street. She crawled past the “CUSS” building and smiled evilly to herself. Grayson was in that building and totally oblivious to her devious escape. She felt naughty and smug.

  “No one keeps Baby in a corner,” she said to herself aloud. Dirty Dancing was one of her favorite films. She was her own woman, just like Baby was, and she was free and going to see her sister. Nothing was going to happen. Her men would just have to deal with it.

  Kate pulled up next to the Mushy Creek Bridge that led from old town to new town, and cut the engine. She jumped down from her seat and looked around. She was early. Sarah wasn’t here yet. She leaned against the SUV and waited.

  Looking down at her shoes, she smiled to herself as she thought about the antics her and the brothers had got up to. They really had gone out of their way to make her feel welcome and comfortable inside their home, despite the bad situation that had brought her there.

  Brock was always trying to make her laugh and told her the funniest jokes. Something to do with a horse walking into a bar. She couldn’t remember, but she had laughed herself silly at the time.

  Pierson loved to snuggle on the couch and watch movies. They never made it through the whole film before they were fucking on the couch, but they did try. He had the worst taste in films, which meant it was usually her making the moves, but Pierson caught on quick.