Monroe, Melody S. - Chelsea's Pleasure [Pleasure, Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “Love us always,” Preston said in almost a whisper.

  She closed her eyes, inhaled their scents, and went with the flow. Their cocks ruled her mind as they began another attack on her senses. When one went in, the other would pull out. She moved her hips to keep pace with their rhythm.

  Luke reached around in front and kneaded her breasts while Preston reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  “This is too much. I need it faster.”

  She wanted all of them now and forever. As if they sensed her near release, they both claimed her at the same time, dipping deep into both of her channels. She clasped Preston to her chest and kissed him hard. Their breath mingled. Luke’s fingers traced a path under her ear.

  Both men pulled away at the same time, and she gasped. “You can’t stop.”

  Preston smiled. “Not on your life. We’ve just begun.”

  Now she moaned. Her resolve was about to break. Luke held her hips while Preston grasped her shoulders. Holding her steady, they increased the speed, pumping hard into her. Blood pulsed through her body. Lust crashed down on her and she screamed.

  “Come for me.”

  She wasn’t sure who said it, but she let go of every thought and climaxed so hard, she couldn’t catch her breath. As she milked their cocks, Luke exploded, his warm cum drenching her behind. Preston gave one final thrust, his balls slapping her bottom. He pressed firmly on her shoulders. His eyes closed and his hot jism filled her.

  Never had she believed anything like that could ever happen to her. Not wanting to move, she, too, closed her mind to relive the momentous occasion.

  “You liked that, darlin’?”

  “You have no idea.” Too bad every muscle in her body throbbed, especially her pussy and her “nether hole.”

  They stayed connected for a while until both men’s cocks started to soften. She lifted up, and Luke groaned.

  “If you move too much, we’ll have to start again.”

  She laughed. “I think my body needs a little rest. You two were so huge, I’ll be surprised if I can walk. And here I thought I walked funny wearing a plug. The whole town will know what happened when they see me.”

  “Then we’ll have to keep you captive until you can walk normally again. Since we plan to repeat this performance at least once a day, you might not get to leave for years.”

  She laughed at their antics. “But then I couldn’t cook, and you know how much I love to make special meals for you.”

  “That’s true, darlin’. We’d never want to interfere with your intimate desires.” He winked, and she fell more in love with him.

  Once uncoupled, she lay back on the bed. She was sure she’d made a mess on the sheet.

  Luke jumped up. “Let me get something to clean up.”

  When he came back, he rubbed her lower half with a warmed cloth. The soothing heat felt so good, she closed her eyes.

  “Would you like a massage?” She opened her eyes. Preston waved the lotion bottle.

  She chuckled. “Can I have a rain check?”

  “You can have anything you want.”

  * * * *

  A few days later, the sheriff, Luke, and Preston came back into the kitchen. She closed the oven door and took off her mitts. “Hi, Justin.”

  “Just wanted to let you know, you won’t have to worry about Dave and Phil any more. The judge threw the book at them. They’ll be in prison for a while.”

  Given the nearest prison was in Deer Lodge, more than two hours away, she would be safe. “That’s a relief. What about Sam?” There was one last brother no one had been able to find.

  “You thinking if two of Ross’s brothers want revenge, the youngest will, too?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Nah, he’s a good kid. For now, I think you’re safe.”

  Preston smiled. “I appreciate your help, Justin. Can I talk to you about something?”

  “Sure.”

  “Let’s let Chelsea do what she does best and chat at the bar.”

  She did have several pots that needed watching, so she was okay with them leaving. She was sure they’d tell her what was going on if it concerned her. The oven timer dinged, and she removed the cookies she’d been baking. Lydia came in to deliver two more orders, and she got busy with the requested items.

  By the time her shift was over, she was beat. She’d already told both Luke and Preston that she planned on spending the night with her brothers. While Vicki had kept her apprised of their progress, Chelsea missed Clint and Sanford something fierce. She still hadn’t heard about the incident that had injured both.

  Luke insisted she keep some clothes at their place in case she wanted to spend the night. She agreed. He was wiping down the bar by the time she finished cleaning up and was ready to leave.

  He smiled and came over. “Promise me you’ll call when you get home.”

  “You don’t have to keep track of me.” Though she liked it when he did.

  “I know, but I worry.”

  He kissed her, and every part of her body reacted. She pulled away. “If we don’t stop, I’ll have to strip you and eat you.”

  He laughed. “Promises, promises.”

  “I have the day off tomorrow, so maybe the three of us can get away for an hour.” She winked.

  “I’ll make sure of it. Now drive safe.”

  On the way home, she kept a keen eye on her rearview mirror, not wanting another incident to occur. When she pulled up to her house, the lights were still on. She smiled. Her brothers were just as protective as Luke and Preston.

  Inside, she hugged them both. “It’s late, and you two need your sleep.” They shouldn’t have waited up, but she appreciated their concern.

  “Hey, that’s our line.” Clint dragged a finger under her eyes. “Looks like little sis hasn’t been getting her sleep either.” He smiled, but immediately sobered. “You worried about another attack?”

  She told him about the Scanlon brothers no longer being a threat. “I think I’m finally safe.”

  “Good.”

  “How’s your shoulder?”

  “It’ll take a good six weeks to heal from the surgery. I’m betting I’ll need another two months of therapy to be back to normal.”

  “Will you reenlist?”

  “Hell, yes. I’m a lifer. I love the military.”

  But what happens when you step on a mine or a run into a terrorist? She wouldn’t bring up their departure. “And Sanford?”

  “As soon as he rehabs his knee, he’ll be good as new.”

  From the tick around his eyes, he wasn’t telling her everything, but her mind was too tired to question him. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad you’re both back, even if it is for the wrong reason.”

  “Yeah, me, too.”

  She made up the sofa bed and crawled under the covers. As she drifted off to sleep, all she could think of was Preston and Luke and the life she wanted with them.

  The morning came all too soon. Her body rebelled at getting up, but when pots banged in the kitchen, she had to get up. No way did she want to eat something Clint had made. He hadn’t inherited the cooking gene.

  After dressing, she wandered in to see how much of a mess he’d made. A bowl sat next to a carton of eggs. Good, she’d caught him in time. “Good morning. Mind if I take over?”

  Clint grinned. “I was hoping my banging would get your sorry ass out of bed.”

  “Pour the juice.”

  Sanford clomped in, his crutches banging on the wood floor. “Morning, all.”

  His skin was a little gray and he’d lost too much weight, but she kept her mouth shut. “Eggs?”

  “You bet.”

  She fixed a hearty breakfast then joined them at the table. They chatted about the service a bit, but most of the time they said what went down in Iraq was strictly confidential. She figured it was more a matter of them not wanting her to learn of the horrors of war.

  They’d just finished when a k
nock sounded on the door.

  She stiffened until she remembered Luke said he and Preston would try to take off some time to see her.

  Clint held up his hand. “I’ll get it.”

  Like he could defend her with one arm? She let him go. “Thanks.”

  Luke and Preston strode in wearing wool coats, jeans, and cowboy hats. “Hey, pretty lady.” Both men kissed her cheeks at the same time.

  Whoops. She guessed she should have told her brothers about wanting both men.

  Clint puffed out his chest. “Chelsea, what’s going on?”

  Damn. “I’d meant to talk to you all about Luke and Preston, but I didn’t want to burden you, given your injuries.”

  Clint’s eyes narrowed as he swung his gaze between the two men. “What did you want to tell us?”

  She didn’t like his harsh tone, but she wasn’t going to be cowed by her brothers. “I came back to Pleasure for several reasons. One of which was to be with Preston and Luke, if you get my drift.”

  His lips firmed. “They’re your babysitters.”

  “They were, but they aren’t anymore.”

  Both Preston and Luke placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

  Preston stepped forward. “I know I promised that I’d make sure no harm would come to her. I admit I failed. I should have seen the attack from Ross, and if I’d been smarter, I might have chained her to the restaurant. But you know your sister. She’s feisty and does things her way. That’s one of the reasons I love her.”

  Sanford’s eyes widened. “You love our sister?”

  “We both do.”

  Clint glared at her. “Jesus, Chels, you fucking both men?”

  She flinched. His bitter comment cut through her. “I love both of them.” She wouldn’t dignify answering his question about whether she’d slept with them.

  “How could you?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean? It’s not as if there aren’t a lot of couples involving two or more men and one woman. I thought most of us were tolerant. I guess I was wrong.”

  Clint stepped in front of her and looked down. “What would Mom say?”

  That hurt. “She’d say if I was happy, she was happy. Why can’t you be like her?”

  He turned her around and pulled her against his side, acting as if she and her brothers were a united front. “Chelsea won’t be seeing you again.”

  She jerked out of his grasp. “You can’t tell me that.”

  Luke took her hand. “No, they can’t. We won’t let them.”

  Clint stood face-to-face with Luke. “She’s our sister and we say who she can and can’t date.” He looked over at Preston. “I trusted you, man, to take care of her, and you fucked her?”

  Preston stepped forward and punched Clint in the face. Her heart stopped.

  Clint stumbled back. “You ass.” He wiped the blood from his lip with his good hand and charged after Preston. Clint punched Preston in the gut, but Preston stepped back and held up his hands. “I don’t want to fight you. It wouldn’t be fair.”

  Luke started forward, but she held his hand. “Don’t.”

  Preston looked over at her first, then back at her brothers. “I think we should let Chelsea decide what she wants to do.”

  Sanford had gotten up and was leaning on the table for support. “You ever consider she’d be better off in a big city than stuck here with you? Chelsea could be a real star if she left.”

  She’d had enough. “Don’t I have a say-so in how I live my life?”

  They all turned to her. “No,” they said in unison.

  “Well, I’m not going to stand here and watch you all duke it out over something that only somewhat concerns you.” She faced her brothers. “You guys will be in the service before I know it. So don’t think you can tell me what to do forever. I plan on being with my men whether you like it or not. If you care for me at all, you’ll be happy for me instead of trying to control me.”

  Her stomach was churning so much, she couldn’t handle any more bickering about her morals or her choice of men. With that, she stomped to her bedroom. Not wanting to be around all the testosterone, she threw a few outfits and some toiletries in a case, got in her car, and took off.

  Lydia had offered her the spare bedroom. Now might be a good time to take her up on her offer.

  * * * *

  Luke paced their living room. “Why won’t Chelsea answer her phone?”

  Preston raised a brow. “Maybe because I hit her brother?”

  “I think she thought he deserved it.”

  “Doesn’t matter. We messed up. We came to ask for her hand in marriage and ended up alienating them all.”

  Luke dropped onto the arm of the sofa. “What do you think the real reason was for their aggressive stand?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “When people react, it’s not always for the reason they say. Chelsea’s brothers basically are pissed because she’s in love with two men. Is that the real dilemma? Or are they feeling powerless right now because of their injuries, and they want to establish they are in control?”

  Preston dragged a hand over his head. “Maybe, or else they don’t want to lose her. If she marries us, perhaps they’re afraid she won’t love them as much.”

  “Doubt that. Chelsea’s heart is big enough to love a whole town.”

  His brother swiveled around. “I know. They don’t believe we love her as much as we say we do.”

  “Are you saying they want proof?” Luke couldn’t quite buy his brother’s theory.

  “Think about it. Chelsea’s best friend, Vicki, has been helping Clint and Sanford with their physical therapy. I wouldn’t be surprised if they knew all along how Chelsea was basically pursuing us. They might think we’re taking advantage of their little sister.”

  He had to think about that for a moment. “Maybe you’re right. If so, what’s our next step?”

  Preston shrugged. “Prove to Clint and Sanford how much we love her. Basically, we need to fight for her.”

  “I agree, but how?”

  “Include them in our new family.”

  That made no sense. “As in?”

  “Look around us. To them, Chelsea shouldn’t be living above a bar. I agree. If we really want Chelsea, we’re going to have to buy a house that would make her happy. That should show her brothers that we’re serious.”

  The idea of moving sounded fantastic. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

  “Because I am the older brother who is without a doubt the smart one.”

  He laughed. “You got a place in mind, Mr. Smart One?”

  “As a matter of fact, I do. The old Eason place. No one’s lived there since old man Eason died. It’s got at least four bedrooms, and it’s on a good ten acres. In the summer, Chelsea could have a vegetable garden if she wanted.”

  “She’s talked about planning a co-op in town.”

  Preston smiled. “There you go.”

  “Should we ask her?”

  “No, but we should talk to her brothers first. Get them to come with us and check it out. If they feel part of the plan, they’ll know how much we care and that we’re not a threat to them. We aren’t here to take Chelsea away.”

  He did the math on the purchase. “I thought you wanted to use our savings to buy the beauty salon next door.”

  He raised a brow. “Chelsea is more important than expanding our business. That can wait. Loving Chelsea can’t.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.”

  * * * *

  Preston had to put up the Mountain View as collateral to get the bank loan. Fortunately, the executors of the Eason estate were eager to sell, and they got a good deal. There had been only two hurdles to the whole affair. One was not letting on to Chelsea about the new house, and two, getting her brothers to go along with the plan in the first place.

  Once they saw how much he and Luke were willing to sacrifice for their sister, they slowly came over to their side.

  All four of
them had convened at Vicki’s house to discuss what came next.

  Vicki carried in a tray of sodas. “You don’t think Chelsea will be a little bit upset when she finds out you bought a house for her without giving her any options?”

  Preston had been worried about that. “We didn’t have a choice. I know what she likes, and I think she’s going to love this place.”

  Vicki smiled. “You’re right. She’s going to go bonkers when she sees it.”

  Sanford’s color had returned in the last few weeks and he’d been able to lose the crutches. Vicki had done a great job working out the men. He couldn’t help but wonder if the therapy consisted of something more than just using equipment.

  Sanford grabbed one of the glasses. “So how and when are we going to surprise her?”

  Preston had worked hard to include her brothers in the decision. “What would you suggest?”

  Sanford glanced at Clint. “I’m thinking you two should drive her to the house, but tell her nothing. I know you haven’t closed on it, but I’m thinking the Eason family wouldn’t mind if you show it off.”

  Clint chimed in. “How about if Sanford and I are there to surprise her and show our support?”

  Luke had been right about Chelsea’s brothers. They said they didn’t approve of her being with two men, when in reality they just wanted proof that he and Luke loved Chelsea enough.

  “Sounds great.”

  Vicki piped up. “I can bring some cookies and punch.”

  “As Chelsea would say, works for me!”

  They all laughed.

  * * * *

  Chelsea had gone to work every day, but Luke and Preston had been a little standoffish. Okay, standoffish might be the wrong word. They hadn’t ignored her exactly, but they hadn’t brushed her hand when they came back into the kitchen, or leaned over and stolen a kiss like they usually did. She missed those forbidden touches.

  What hurt the most was that they hadn’t dropped by Lydia’s place to visit or asked if she wanted to come upstairs for a little extra loving. In fact, she was beginning to believe that her brothers had convinced them to leave her alone.