Fighting for Hazel [The Men of Treasure Cove 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Of course, Neil wouldn’t mind, but Steven did. Someone needed to be the leader, the strong one who took care of everything. That was his job.

  Steven didn’t stop Hazel when she pulled away, walking to the bed. Nor did he stop her when she beckoned to Neil to sit beside her. He shouldn’t have felt rejected when Neil wrapped his arms around her as they shared a kiss, but he did. Neil was warm, more passionate than he would ever be.

  He liked control. He needed it. Yet, when she turned to look at him with her loving smile, he felt his control fading. She raised her arm, beckoning him to come to her, like a siren calling for a lover. She unmanned him. She broke down all his barriers with one look, seeing into his soul. She wasn’t afraid of him. If anything, she stood up to him, calling bullshit at every turn.

  “Come to me, Steven,” she said to him.

  The moment he took a step toward her, he knew everything was different. Neil turned her face and kissed her intensely, laying her out on the bed as an offering to the universe. Neil had discovered Hazel’s slight submissive streak as he lay atop her. He gripped her wrists in his strong hands, their arms fully extended. She moaned deeply into their hot kiss and shifted beneath him, letting him know with certainty that he had flipped a secret switch.

  A moment of doubt caused Steven to pause, uncertain if he should interrupt with his presence. But Hazel beckoned him with her eyes as he moved toward the pillows and leaned back against the headboard. In a blink, she was kneeling before him, reaching for his lengthening cock. “I want you, Steven. I want you both. Take me. Make love to me. Together.”

  He loved the way her hand moved up and down his cock. Her mouth tickled and teased the plump head against her tongue, which turned a slow circle around its ridge. As it grew in girth, the crown became more pronounced, with a prominent ridge protecting the sensitive flesh below. It thrilled him as she dragged the soft flat of her wet tongue over this skin, massaging the head before finding his tiny hole with her pointed tip. He couldn’t imagine being more aroused with having his cock in her mouth. It felt right, as if this was how it was supposed to be.

  Steven adjusted the pillows behind his back, lifting his hips toward her eager mouth. “Take me deeper, Red. Squeeze me,” he breathed. But he knew it would get better. He relished the feeling of her soft lips caressing his hard cock. The motion of her hands, in complete synchrony with her sensual sucking, sent him to a special place. She looked deeply and longingly into his hazel eyes, and he succumbed. At that point, he fell into a place where senses merged with imagination, and he was lost to his feelings.

  Neil moved behind her, ready to join in. His brother was always impatient. Hazel was on her knees, her swaying ass high, enticing him. Steven grinned, knowing Neil wanted that pretty ass. Her soft hand twisted, and Steven moaned. Hazel, so focused on her sloppy task, never felt Neil kneel behind her. However, she stopped sucking his cock when baby brother touched her forbidden hole.

  Raising her head up, she looked questioningly at him. “What’s the matter, baby? Did little brother touch you somewhere special?”

  “I’ve never done that, Steven,” she quickly admitted as Neil grinned at him, pressing a finger against her tight hole.

  Lucky bastard. Fair was fair. Steven had her first. It was only right to let Neil have her ass. “Come here, baby. Little brother is going to take such good care of you,” Steven said, turning her head. Helping her over him, he spread her legs and speared her pussy with his aching cock. Holy fuck, she was hotter than hell. His fiery redhead had a tight little pussy. He could only imagine what it was going to be like when Neil slid into her ass. If that fucker didn’t hurry the hell up, Steven was going to blow his wad without him.

  She licked her lips as she looked over her shoulder at Neil one more time. Steven arched up, and she moaned. “Let me hold you, baby. We’ll take good care of you.”

  * * * *

  Neil slowly pressed a finger into her ass. Motherfucker she was tight. He couldn’t rush this. Hazel needed to be prepared. He wanted her complacent, relaxed, and calm. Right now, she was clenching so hard, she damn near snapped his finger in two.

  “Breathe, sweetheart. Let me in. I promise you, it will feel so good.”

  “It burns,” she moaned against Steven’s chest.

  “Only for a little bit, darlin’, I promise.” Spitting on her hole, he let the natural lubricant ease his way into her. Before she even knew anything, he had two fingers gently pumping into her ass. God, she had a beautiful heart-shaped butt. His cock was straining horribly. Pre-cum seeped heavily from his purple head.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  “God ain’t gonna help you, baby. Little Brother is a man on a mission. Just enjoy the ride,” Steven said, slowly rotating his hips into her. Neil felt everything as he added another finger. She relaxed beautifully, but she was still tense. He knew there was nothing he could do or say to stop her mind from imagining the pain, but he did know how to ease her tension. Pumping his fingers in and out of her tight hole, Neil reached around and started rubbing her clit. Immediately she pushed back on his hand, taking his fingers deeper.

  Soon there was a rhythm between Steven and Hazel as Neil simply embraced the incredible sensations and seductive vision before him. She was ready. Slowly removing his fingers, he grabbed his stiff dick, placed the head at her back entrance, and gently pushed forward.

  Her tight little ass gripped him as the sounds of her moans and grunts filled the room. Satisfaction filled him as he pushed deeper into her hot heat. Hazel moaned her approval as Neil pushed past her outer ring. Grunting with effort, he pulled her hips back before sliding in all the way. He stopped, letting her adjust to the size of him.

  “Breathe, baby. Just breathe,” Steven moaned. “Fuck she is tight.”

  “She’s killing me, Steven,” Neil groaned.

  “Somebody move!” Hazel screamed.

  Not waiting for another word, Neil pulled out and Steven thrust in. The slapping sounds of his thighs against her bottom filled the room. Steven kept repeating, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” as if the mantra would save him from the desire that was Hazel.

  Too bad she wasn’t listening as her own cries sounded like music to his ears.

  Neil thrust harder and deeper into her hot, dark channel. Hazel had been squeezing him tightly upon each withdrawal, her well-toned muscles gripping him in a way that was new to him. The slippery heat and milking motion soon became too much. He simply leaned over Hazel, blanketing her body, his cock fully embedded, as the spasms coursed through him.

  * * * *

  Jet after jet of his cum filled her. Hazel felt Steven expand in her pussy and squeezed hard, more for her benefit than his at that point. She, too, erupted in a glorious orgasm that didn’t want to end. All of this was too much for Steven, who burst into a series of spurts, all of which Hazel’s pussy suctioned out of him.

  She collapsed onto her elbows, but not before looking up at Steven and grinning.

  Just as quickly as it began, it was over. Neil carefully removed himself from Hazel and retreated to the bathroom.

  Hazel slithered up to kiss the dazed Steven, thanking him with her warmth for the fantastic experience. “That was beyond my imagination. When can we do it again?”

  Steven chuckled, gathering her in his arms, and hugged her tightly. “God, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”

  “Oh, I rather thought you two were going to do that to me. Seriously, Neil should have warned me better. That burned like hell. Next time, I want a cooling gel, ice, or something. I think my ass is still on fire.”

  “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

  “No. It just burned at first, and then the burn spread. Actually, my whole body is all warm and tingly.”

  Neil walked back into the room and slid in behind her. “It’s going to burn for the first couple of times, baby. Steven and I aren’t small, by any means. Maybe we should hold off until we can better prepare her. She was really tight, Steven.”

>   “Hell no,” Steven mumbled. “Her backdoor has been breached. It’s open for business. Besides, I can’t wait to sink my cock into that nice ass.”

  * * * *

  Hazel kissed Neil sweetly. Wrapping his body around hers, she snuggled up to Steven, and he closed his eyes. Awed by the day’s events, he sighed with the satisfaction that she was finally theirs. Tired, happy, with his hunger temporarily sated, he reveled in the decadence of her first threesome. Sighing contentedly, he let sleep claim him, curled up next to the woman he loved, knowing that for right now she was safe.

  * * * *

  The snow had started to fall. God he hated fucking nature. If he had a fucking match, he would set this whole fucking mountain on fire. That would flush her out into the open. She hated fire. Her mother told him in confidence right after they were married. Silly, really, the information that old woman gave him. His wife was scared of a lot of things. Sheltered most of her life, the only thing she was good at was sex because he had to teach her how he liked it.

  When he first met her, he knew instantly she was the one that he wanted. He pursued her, as a gentleman should. He was nice, polite, and considerate. Once he had her where he wanted her, he placed that fucking rock on her finger and slowly started to take over her life, and she let him. She was the easiest mark he ever had.

  She was young, ripe, and easily manipulated.

  She was fucking perfect. And she belonged to him.

  When he got his hands on her, he was going to show her what it meant to belong to him. He knew he should have branded her ass like he did all the others. But no, she was different. He wanted her untouched. All he asked was one thing from her, and she couldn’t even give him that. He could have had any woman, but he wanted her. Her innocence called to him on some elemental level. When he finally had her, she was exquisite.

  He could still feel her gentle hands on his skin. Her soft cries as he tore through her innocence, claiming her for all eternity. He meant every fucking word when he said his vows. She belonged to him.

  She was his property, and she had one fucking job to do. Until she filled that order, she would never be rid of him. It took her fucking long enough, too. He waited damn near a year for the news. He was thrilled when she told him, and then the old bitch died. All she had to do was incubate his son, and she couldn’t even do that right. She let the grief over her mother fester until she killed his child. He was so fucking furious with her, he would have beaten her right there at the cemetery, but the reporters were there.

  His secretary thought it would be a great opportunity to soften his image.

  Boy was she fucking wrong. That bitch got hers. He fucked her ruthlessly while his wife recuperated from killing his son. When he was done with his secretary, she slumped at his feet. That was when his bodyguard told him that his useless wife had gone.

  She took off and disappeared without saying a God damned thing. Then, to make matters worse, the cunt went and snitched on him. God, his hand burned to touch her.

  He spent the last two fucking years in a fucking eight-by-eight cell because she couldn’t keep her nosey mouth shut. He should have known better than to let her have free rein in the house. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. Once he got her home, he was going to chain her ass to the bed and throw away the fucking keys.

  When his attorney told him that he found a judge who would grant him bail, he sent his men out to secure his freedom. It didn’t take long, and by the end of the month, he was a free man. Well, he would be once he found his wayward wife and made her recant her testimony.

  He had almost had her when the fucking hillbilly town had its little revolt. Fucking hicks. God, he couldn’t wait to get back to civilization. Yet when he saw that redneck bastard touch his wife, he lost it. In the midst of all the chaos in the town, he wanted to let his little wife know he was watching. What he didn’t expect was that fucking redneck would get her out of her dingy little shop before it went up in flames.

  He tried to grab her again when the town went dark. He found her shitty car and slashed the tires, and that was when he saw her again. In the arms of that brute fucker. He took his shot and missed. Then to piss him off further, his scaredy-cat wife got on a fucking horse and rode off into the night. She hated horses. Scared shitless of them. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get her on one.

  Now he was stuck on a fucking mountain, in the middle of bum-fuck-ville, and fucking freezing. It was fucking July for Christ’s sake. It wasn’t supposed to snow in July. But it didn’t matter. She was up there somewhere with him. He was going to kill that bastard and then drag his wife back to Miami, even if he had to do it with her kicking and screaming.

  His wife owed him, and he planned to collect.

  Chapter Six

  “Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, get those doggies rollin’. Head ’em up, move ’em out! Yeehaw!”

  Garrett was going to kill him. He was going to put a bullet right between his eyes and put the poor bastard out of his ever-loving misery. Why he thought Zac would take this job seriously, he didn’t know. But he did know that if his partner didn’t shut the fuck up, he was never going to see home again. He could easily tell their momma it was an accident. Zac was always getting hurt. It was too easy to explain to their mom that Zac walked right in front of his gun.

  It happened. Hell, Lead-foot Luther shot his own foot off just walking out to get his mailbox last summer. Shit happened every day. His momma would understand.

  “Come on, Garrett. Sing with me!” Zac bellowed loudly. “I wish I was on ole Rocky top, down in the Tennessee hills.”

  “Zac, shut the fuck up!”

  “What?” his brother and partner said.

  “You’re driving me nuts. Can you please take this seriously?”

  “Nope!” Zac smiled and continued singing, loudly.

  Yep, his momma was going to be burying a son soon. Garrett already knew what Zac’s tombstone was going to say. Here lies the most aggravating motherfucker in Simple. He did everyone a favor and bit the bullet like a champ.

  Their trail guide, Tucker Quinn, moved his horse closer. “Is he all right in the head?”

  “He’s not crazy. Mom had him tested,” Garrett replied, shaking his head as Zac bounced like a toddler on his horse, singing like a true happy redneck.

  “He’s scaring the cattle,” Tucker said.

  “He scares the hell out of everyone,” Garrett mumbled.

  “Well, he should fit right in over in Celestial. I never thought I’d meet anyone weirder than the townsfolk of Celestial, but damn man, he takes the cake. Are you sure he isn’t some runaway from a mental institution? Not that it would bother me, you know. I just wondered if we needed to tie him up at night so he doesn’t get loose.”

  And that was the problem. Zac could be the most downright menacing person he ever saw. He could grate someone’s nerves quicker than a fly shit on sandpaper. However, when the chips were down, and the going got rough, Garrett couldn’t ask for anyone better to have his back. Zac took a bullet like no other. He should know. Zac had already taken three of them for him. It wasn’t his fault Zac was a bullet magnet. His brother had more lead in him than the ingots from the Roman Empire. Garrett quickly wondered if that was why Zac sunk in water.

  His brother’s boisterous laughter caught his attention. Shaking his head, he knew he shouldn’t ask, but curiosity was a bitch. “What? What is so God damned funny now?”

  “I just got a text from Tac. He said Tick was on a booty call when Marvin caught him with his pants down.”

  He knew he was going to regret this, but he asked anyway. “And why is that funny?”

  “’Cause Tick just had his dick pierced. Apparently, his new bling scared the shit out of Marvin. You know Marv doesn’t go for jewelry on men. Anyway, before Tick could stow his junk, Marvin ripped the ring right from his pecker. Tac says there was blood everywhere. Paty screamed, which alerted Rooster, and you know how he is about his baby girl. Well Rooster th
ought that Tick took Paty’s virginity, and well, you can guess what happened next. Tac said not to worry, though. Tick is used to getting buckshot out of his ass.”

  “And how do you know all this?”

  “Because Tic sent me the YouTube link. Wanna see?” Zac said, holding his cell phone up.

  “No,” he growled.

  Garrett rode in silence for the next hour, cursing, and mumbling to himself. Zac was in his element. He knew his partner preferred the open range to wearing suits and protecting the innocents from the bad guys. He never understood Zac’s lazy approach to life. His brother just went where the wind took him and was happy about that. They were polar opposites. The only thing in common was the mother they shared, and technically, she wasn’t even their mother.

  Growing up in Tennessee’s foster care system wasn’t what he would call a happy childhood. Yet, when CPS placed him with Momma Love at the age of nine, his world changed. Momma Love had the patience of a saint and the temper of the devil himself. But she was kind and understood that boys just needed a firm hand and someone to love them for who they were. She never expected grand things from him. She just wanted him to be happy. If it weren’t for Momma Love, god only knew where he would have ended up, definitely not lead agent for the U.S. Marshal Service.

  He loved his job. Mainly he loved that it got him the hell out of Simple, Tennessee. He would love it even more if Zac would just resign and go back home. Looking after his brother was a full-time job, and he was getting sick of the responsibility. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with Zac riding his coattails. He had already made the inquiries, and before he and Zac headed off for the wilds of Montana, he put in his request for transfer. When he checked his e-mails this morning, his request had been approved. This was going to be his last assignment with his brother. Now all he had to do was break the good news to him, because the sooner they found Jessica and saw her safely through the trial, the sooner he was headed to Chicago.