Small Woman, Big Trouble [Wet and Willing 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Berengaria Brown

  “Is your cunt hair purple, too? I’ve never fucked a woman with purple hair before.”

  His hands loosened on her arm a little as he spoke, and quickly she reached out her free right hand and scraped her nails down his face as hard as she could. If he was going to rape her, she was definitely going to get his DNA one way or another.

  “Bitch!” he screamed, stepping back from her and raising an arm to hit her.

  She ducked under his arm and took off as fast as she could, running back the way she’d come, not bothering to pick up her day pack or look behind her. She’d hear his scooter as soon as he got on it, and she’d have to run onto the grass then to avoid him.

  She was running so fast, and concentrating on going even faster, she didn’t notice for a while as a truck appeared in the distance. She heard the scooter motor behind her and made a desperate attempt to increase her speed, and then the truck, by now only a few hundred yards away, blared its horn at her. I hope to God that’s Kai or I’m dead meat!

  Kai was out of the vehicle and scooping her into his arms before it had come to a full stop. She relaxed into him, panting for breath, her chest heaving and her legs so weak, if he hadn’t been holding her, she’d have fallen for sure.

  “Who’s the man on the scooter?” asked Harry.

  “Oh. My stuff,” she gasped.

  Kai lifted her into the truck, and they continued on the way they were heading, back to Hillside View and her day pack. Kai was asking her questions, but she was still trying to catch her breath. Damn she was unfit. Either that or she’d just broken the Olympic women’s sprint record.

  She looked up as the man on the scooter turned down Hillside View Road, and Harry jumped out of the truck, picking up her day pack which was lying on the sidewalk.

  “That all? Nothing else?”

  “That’s it. Thanks.”

  “Now tell me. What the hell was going on here?” asked Kai, turning her to face him.

  Chapter Two

  Deborah went to push her sweaty hair off her forehead then looked at her right hand. “There’s a clean Ziploc bag in my daypack. Can you put it over my hand and tie it on with something, please? I dug my nails into his face and want to save the skin in case he’s a rapist. Someone could tissue-type it, or DNA test it, or whatever it is they do. It was all I could think of to get back at him.”

  Harry rummaged through her daypack and did as she’d asked, using a plastic bag from the trunk of his truck to tie the Ziploc bag around her wrist, as Kai just stared at her and sputtered, “Rape? He touched you? I’ll kill him! Harry, go after him right now!”

  “Calm down, Kai. He didn’t get me. I’m not stupid, you know, and you both arrived before he caught up to me anyway.”

  “But what if we hadn’t gotten there in time? No more walking anywhere alone, Deb. If you must walk, I’ll come with you. Although, why you can’t walk on a treadmill like a normal person, I—”

  Harry cut across Kai’s distressed voice, “There’s no houses here, no side streets, nothing. He’s disappeared into thin air.”

  Deborah looked all around. She was scrunched into the front seat with the men. Highly illegal she guessed, but she needed the comfort of their bodies, and it wasn’t like this area had a policeman on each corner.

  They drove on for another mile before Harry swung the truck around saying, “We need to get Deborah to a trustworthy clinic to get her fingernails scraped. If he’s a rapist, since she’s done her bit to get evidence, we need to get it preserved and in a safe environment before it’s had a chance to get contaminated or anything.”

  “You’re right,” said Kai, hugging Deborah to him. “Stop and we’ll move into the backseat. You and I can come back here tomorrow and have a better look around. Maybe bring binoculars with us. We’ll come in my car in case he recognizes your truck.”

  “I’m coming, too,” said Deborah.

  Both men began arguing with her at once, but she remained adamant. Finally Kai just pulled her into his arms again and said, “Well, if we find anything, you’re staying in the car.”

  “Bring a camera, and you can video whatever we see,” suggested Harry.

  Once they were back on the main road, sitting in their seats properly with seat belts fastened, Harry said, “Now, tell us what happened. Every little detail.”

  Taking him at his word, Deborah began from no one wanting to come hiking with her, which they both knew, as Kai was one of the people who’d said no to the idea. The story took them most of the way home, and neither man thought it strange that the houses were being built on the Water Authority land instead of the vacant land a little way along on the other side of the road.

  “Money is tight everywhere. If a developer offered them a good price, of course they’d accept. More to the point, you’re to promise me never to go hiking alone again. Promise,” demanded Kai.

  “Okay, I promise. Hey, where are we going?” she asked as they drove through the intersection where she’d expected them to turn.

  “Women’s clinic. My sister’s best friend is a nurse there, and they’ll know what to do about the stuff under your fingernails.”

  * * * *

  At the women’s clinic Deborah’s hands and nails were cleaned and the tissue caught under the nails preserved. She was offered counseling, which she declined, but she accepted the counselor’s business card in case she changed her mind later.

  “You understand we have to log this attack with the police? But they won’t take it any further unless you make a statement,” said the woman.

  “I need to think about it a bit more,” replied Deborah.

  “Here’s something else to think about. These men often target a specific woman. You may have no idea who he is, but he may continue watching you and attack you if you’re ever alone. So take precautions, and always stay with at least one other person,” the counselor warned her.

  Deborah nodded. The man had come from nowhere and disappeared into nowhere, and she agreed that was strange behavior.

  Kai and Harry took her back to Kai’s place. She didn’t argue. She’d been scared and was still a little nervous even though nothing had happened. But she was well aware she couldn’t have outrun his motor scooter, and even her plan of racing across the open grass might not have given her enough of a lead to outrun him. And she planned to take the counselor’s advice. She wouldn’t be going anywhere alone for the foreseeable future. Even though she thought it was most likely a one-off thing, unplanned and happenstance.

  Kai lived in a beautiful penthouse apartment with million-dollar art on the walls, genuine gold taps on the bathroom fittings, and a living room rug so thick her feet could scarcely be seen when she stood on it. All this despite the fact he was only a midlevel manager with a multinational firm.

  The CEO had held a holiday party in the penthouse, and Kai had spoken knowledgeably about the art. He’d studied art in college and loved beautiful paintings. The CEO’s wife wasn’t happy that the penthouse was left vacant most of the time, as their primary home was in Switzerland and their secondary home in Monaco. On the spot, the CEO had invited Kai to move in as a semipermanent house-sitter, rent free. All he had to do was water the potted plants each week and let the housekeeper in twice weekly, plus report on the safety of the paintings now and again. On the rare occasions when the CEO needed the apartment himself, he paid for a motel room elsewhere for Kai. Kai thought this was an amazing deal and hoped the CEO’s wife didn’t change her mind and want to live here any time soon.

  Deborah was always a little worried she’d spill something on the rug or scratch one of the bathroom fittings, but she loved the panoramic view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, and the hot tub was so huge she could almost swim in it. The bed was enormous, too.

  They walked through the apartment to the kitchen, another huge room, but one that Deborah felt at home in. The table and eight chairs were solid wood, the countertops were equally solid stone, and the floor was a pretty, de
ep-green slate.

  Kai went and set the water to filling the hot tub. Such a huge bath, even with four taps running simultaneously, always took a good half-hour to fill. Harry opened the freezer and said, “Hmm. I can offer you pizza, pizza, or pizza,” he said, lifting the various boxes out and looking at them.

  Deborah grinned. “Yeah, cooking isn’t exactly Kai’s top priority. Go look in the cupboard. There may be a can of soup left from the last time I shopped for him.”

  First Harry opened the refrigerator and held up a limp bunch of celery, which he dropped in the trash, and then he turned to the row of cupboards, opening up one after another filled with plates, cups, and serving dishes, before finding one with a few lonely cans. “Here we go. Pumpkin or tomato?”

  “Pumpkin please.”

  “Good choice. Kai and I will eat the pizzas.” Smoothly and efficiently Harry poured the soup into a large bowl, stirred it, and put it in a microwave oven. In a second, larger microwave oven he placed two of the pizzas, each on a shelf of a plastic stacker rack, then he set the timer on that one, too.

  Kai had returned to the kitchen and was filling the coffee pot and setting out mugs.

  By the time they’d eaten their meal, the hot tub was full enough they could get into it. Deborah settled back, her body almost completely under the water, and let the heat soak through her skin and deep into her bones. Finally the stress was starting to ease from her body, and she felt her tense muscles gradually relaxing. Her calf muscles were still a little sore, but she suspected that was more from the sustained sprint to get away from the man than from fear or the walk itself.

  She’d been lying with her short, purple hair resting on the side of the tub but now she sank deeper into the water, making sure her shoulders were covered. That was where stress always attacked her. In her neck and shoulders. I must tense up there unconsciously I guess.

  Hands settled on her feet and began massaging her arches, then her calves.

  “You’ve got a few knots in here,” said Harry.

  “Yeah, I guess from the running. I don’t think I’ve ever run that fast before.”

  “Adrenaline will do that,” he replied.

  “That, and also because he had that motorized scooter. I knew he could go faster than me, and I wanted a decent head start on him.”

  “Describe the scooter for me.”

  “There speaks the geek,” joked Kai.

  “No, I’m serious. Can you describe it for me, please, Deborah?”

  “It just looked like a regular scooter, although maybe the handlebars were a bit higher than for kids. He was hunched over it a bit but not a whole lot.” Deborah stopped and pictured him coming toward her in her mind. “If I’d been on it, I reckon I wouldn’t have had to bend over at all. What I really noticed was the noise. It sounded kind of like a lawn mower.”

  “Ah, a two-stroke gas engine. They get about two hundred miles to a gallon, so people used to buy them as really environmentally friendly transport. They cost maybe eight hundred dollars though, so not dirt cheap. These days electric is much more popular and a whole lot quieter, too. They go almost as fast, some of them have a seat as well which is good, and best of all, they’re quite a lot cheaper. Maybe only half the price of gas.”

  “Uh-huh. What does that tell us about the man?” Kai asked Harry.

  “Dunno. Maybe he’s had it for a few years, or maybe he bought it from someone who upgraded to electric.”

  Deborah tuned the men’s conversation out. Harry’s hands on her legs massaging her were very soothing. The warm water surrounding her and almost covering her was peaceful. Knowing the two men were there was also really reassuring. She wondered if they were going to both take her to bed or what would happen next. She was more than ready to sleep with them both, but Kai had never mixed his lovers before. He was a strictly one-at-a-time sort of guy. Besides, if they had sex as a threesome, how would it work? Was Kai a top or a bottom? If he was a bottom, he could fuck her while Harry fucked him. But if he was a top, she couldn’t see how a threesome would work. Unless she sucked Harry. But if Harry was gay, not bi, he mightn’t like that at all. Uh. It’s all too hard. I’ll find out eventually anyway.

  Deborah was floating in the water, so relaxed she was almost falling asleep, when the hands on her legs moved much higher and began teasing her inner thighs. That woke her up. She opened her eyes and smiled. Both men had moved closer to her, and although it was Harry’s hands on her sensitive skin, it was Kai whose mouth was open, his gaze fixed on her pussy, and lust was pouring off them both.

  Aha. She was going to get lucky tonight. Her first ménage was definitely going to happen. Yum!

  * * * *

  Kai had loved Deb for so long it seemed like she was part of him. But he couldn’t commit to her. It wasn’t fair. She was a beautiful woman and smarter than almost anyone else he knew. She deserved far more than a bisexual man who wanted the hard, deep, feral fucking of a man, as well as Deb’s soft sweetness. Back before he’d met Deb, he’d asked one of his girlfriends to fuck him with a dildo. The first woman had freaked out and left him. The second one had fucked him, but it was only his hand that’d actually made him come, so he’d never mentioned it to Deb. He didn’t want to frighten her away. He loved her too much to hurt her. Too much to tie her to him then go off to gay bars behind her back, too. He needed a man and the rough edge only a male could give, just as much as he needed to wrap his arms around Deb and hold her tight, to protect and love her.

  Some days being bisexual was hell.

  But with Harry, there were some significant possibilities. Harry was also bisexual. Kai hadn’t known him long enough for them to make any ground rules for a relationship, but right now it looked as though Harry was as interested in a ménage as he was. And Deb sure as hell wasn’t objecting. In fact, she was teasing them, encouraging them to go further. It might only be because of the trauma of today’s events, but no way was he passing up this opportunity. Both of them in his bed together. Fuck yes!

  Hell, forget about the bed. He had lube and condoms in the drawer under the sink. As quick as thought, Kai stood up, stepped out of the hot tub, and walked across to the double sinks. The left one was “his.” The right one he kept for overnight guests. In the drawer under the guest sink he’d stored a handful of unopened toothbrushes and other essentials. In the drawer under his sink were lube and condoms. He snatched up a fresh box of rubbers and a tube of gel then headed back into the tub.

  He placed them on the side of the tub and sat down again, raising an eyebrow at Harry. “How are we going to do this?”

  “Today is all about Deborah, really, isn’t it? Do you want her cunt or her ass?”

  “You seem very comfortable there. I’ll take her ass. Deb, are you okay with that? Both of us in you at once? Harry in your pussy, me in your ass?” he asked, suddenly wondering if she’d freak out at the idea. They hadn’t ever discussed it, although she’d said several times she didn’t mind sharing him. It was more that he wasn’t prepared to tie her to such an arrangement than that she’d seemed unwilling to accept it.

  “A ménage sounds awesome to me.”

  Kai noticed her gaze was on Harry’s cock, which was standing up ready for action. Then she caught his own eye, and he grinned, knowing his own dick was just as ready.

  Harry stood up and pulled Deb to her feet, using his legs to spread hers wide apart. Then he bent his head and kissed her, giving Kai the opportunity to wiggle closer to her and start lubing her asshole. She had the cutest little ass, with rounded, womanly butt cheeks, and the hottest, tightest hole he’d ever fucked. When he took her there, he had to fight very hard not to come the moment he was inside, she was so good.

  Harry moved his mouth from her lips to her breasts as Kai inserted a second finger deep inside her dark channel, rubbing the cool gel into her walls as well as around her entry. He was not a small man, and he knew he had to get this right. She was so responsive he didn’t want her to feel any pain, and sh
e was so small, that with two of them inside her at once, he’d need to be even more careful than he usually was.

  Before long she was pushing back onto his fingers and moaning. Harry had his fingers in her cunt now and was kissing her again. Kai could feel the heat rolling off her. She’d explode in a minute, and he wanted to be part of that. “Time to move on to the main game,” he said, ripping the condom box open and handing one to Harry. As Harry took it, he rolled latex down his cock. Damn his dick was harder than a spike. Touching her always aroused him, and tonight, with Harry as well, the sex was going to be spectacular.

  Harry sat on the side of the tub and pulled Deb onto his lap. She teased him briefly by holding his cock, but soon she slid it inside her. Watching them made Kai’s own dick grow another inch. He’d thought that was impossible, he was so ready, but damn, the two of them together were hot.

  He stood behind her, his cock level with her ass. Who’d have guessed the sides of the tub would be the right height? He’d expected to have to spread his legs extra wide, or squat, or something to get the angle correct, but everything fit fine. With one hand he held her butt cheeks apart, and with the other he pressed the head of his aching, needy dick to her entry. Almost too easily it pushed through the ring of tight muscles, and he had to stop and wait until he’d gotten himself under control so he didn’t disgrace himself by coming too soon.

  You aren’t sixteen anymore. Get a grip on yourself.

  No, but I’ve never had the woman of my dreams and my current male love interest together before either.

  So stop thinking and get fucking.

  Good plan.

  Kai pressed his pelvis hard against Deb’s ass then wrapped his arms around Harry, holding the three of them tightly together. Deb rubbed her back against his body, and he enjoyed the sensation of her soft skin sliding over his pebbled nipples. It always surprised him how soft her body was, yet there were definite muscles under that tender skin. Amazing.