Foul Play [Merricks, Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by McKinlay Thomson

  “There wasn’t any time to pack anything when they found me. I just had to run. I was able to buy a few things at one of the airports, but not much, and I didn’t know what to buy.” Sarah moved the stew around in the bowl with her spoon as she spoke.

  “That’s all right, baby. We’ll look after you,” James said. Sarah finished her stew and asked to get shown to her room. As she followed James up stairs to the second floor, she thought about everything James had said to her. It wasn’t much, but he had managed to fit in a number of cute little names. He had called her little darling, sweetheart, and baby. He probably said that to everybody, but it still made her gooey on the inside and feel special. Sarah loved terms of endearment, but coming from this sexy cowboy in his lazy drawl was so much better.

  Sarah thanked James when he showed her to her room and then to the bathroom. Blake handed her a large gray T-shirt to wear and placed it on the sink. As she turned around to shut the door she noticed James was still standing in the bathroom with her. He placed a crooked finger under her chin and lifted her head until she looked up at him.

  “Call me if you need anything, little one. You’re safe here. Blake and I will take good care of you.” James leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her forehead before leaving and closing the door behind him. Sarah shivered. She could still feel where his lips had touched her skin.

  Smiling, she turned toward the shower and turned on the water. She may have found the two Hammond brothers intimidating, but they were sexy as hell, and for the first time in a long while she felt safe. She was a whole country away from the men trying to kill her, and she could relax. Even if only for a little while.

  * * * *

  James followed Blake down the stairs and back into the kitchen. As he started to clean up their dinner, he thought about the little beauty upstairs in his shower. From the moment Blake had told him to expect her, he had been hoping that she would be the one that they were waiting for. Someone that he and his brother could love together and share their life with.

  A woman who was submissive enough, in and out of the bedroom, to let them take charge. He didn’t want a doormat, but a woman who was strong enough to handle their dominant personalities, yet let them take the lead in the relationship.

  Sarah was very shy, and as any good Dom could tell, she was a natural submissive, but the two weren’t the same. James suspected that under all that shyness was a brat just waiting to find a man she was comfortable enough with, to let her bratty side out.

  Being shy made Sarah cringe away from conversation and made her take a step back when they got too close, but her submissive side was what made Sarah want to please people and follow orders. It was a fine line between the two, but a trained Dom knew the difference.

  James knew from the moment he laid eyes on Sarah, quietly standing beside his brother, that she was someone he wanted to get to know better. Even wrinkled in her traveling clothes and her hair a wild mess, it didn’t detract from her beauty. She was short and had curves in all the right places. Some would say plump, but that was just how he liked his women. He was a big man, and his brother even bigger, and they wanted a woman that they knew was between them. Someone that had something to hold onto as they fucked her.

  He knew without even talking to his brother that he was interested as well. He could read it all over his face the minute they had walked in the door. They needed to be careful though. If they came on too strong, Sarah would most likely shy away from them.

  “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Blake asked from behind him. “I’ve been sporting wood since I picked the little thing up from the airport.”

  “Yes, she is hot. So damned shy, though. We will have to take it slow. I think she could be the one.” James put the kettle on, before turning back to face his brother. “Messy though.”

  “Yeah, Sarah is still grieving for her friend, not to mention the loss of her entire life back home.” Blake scrubbed a hand over his face. He looked tired.

  “Don’t worry, bro. We’ll take good care of her. She is safe here. No one knows where she is. In the meantime, we will show her what it’s like to be loved on by two men from Merricks.”

  “We have to take it slow though. Get her comfortable around us. It shouldn’t take her to long to open up to us if we are gentle.”

  “Just like taming one of our wild mares, hey Blake? With a soft, yet firm hand.” James smiled at his brother’s expression. Blake hated it when he referred to women like that. It was why he did it.

  “Crude, but in a way yes, just like that. You can’t go all uber-Dom on her or she’ll go running for the hills.” Blake took his coffee and then went to sit at the island bench. James sipped his and contemplated his brother. The fact that Blake was even thinking about another relationship proved that Blake was as attracted to her as he was. This was a good thing. Ellen was a bitch and James always thought that Blake could have done better. He just wished he wasn’t proven right, and his brother wasn’t left brokenhearted in the process.

  James understood what Blake was trying to tell him, though. He was a hardcore Dom and liked to have complete control of his submissive in and out of the bedroom. Sarah would balk if he showed her that side of his personality from the start, but he would ease her into it. With his brother’s help, soon they would have their little sub right where they wanted her, between them.

  He couldn’t wait to tie her to his spanking bench and paddle her round ass. He would let her make noise, but not for long. He’d then have Blake shove his cock into her mouth to keep her quiet. He wouldn’t stop until her ass was a nice shade of red. He would then finger her little pussy before he and his brother took turns fucking her.

  He couldn’t wait to have her kneel at his feet naked while he fed her, and then if she was good, he would feed her his cock for dessert. She wouldn’t be allowed to touch herself. Her orgasms would belong to him and his brother. He might make her go all day without release, but when he did, Sarah would be filled in both pussy and ass.

  “I don’t know what you were just thinking, but you suddenly had your Dom face on.” Blake broke him out of his daydreaming. He was smiling smugly at him and James had the urge to wipe the smile from his face.

  “What do you know about her? Did Alex tell you anything?” James leaned back against the bench and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Just that she saw her best friend get murdered by a drug lord and was the only witness. They found her once, and he knows he has a leak in his department. No one should have been able to find her that easily. So he went off radar and got her out of the country to us.”

  “He could get into big trouble for not following police procedure.”

  “Yes, but he thought keeping the only witness alive was more important than following procedure.” Blake got up and went to the sink. Rinsing out his coffee mug, he put it into the dish rack and turned back toward James. “I intend to ask her for details once she opens up to us a bit more. She’s like a skittish little rabbit at the moment, and I don’t want to push her before she’s ready.”

  “Good idea. We will take things nice and slow and let her come to us,” James said, as he turned off the light and headed back upstairs to his room.

  * * * *

  Blake got undressed and hopped into the shower in his en suite bathroom. Blake’s and James’s rooms both had en suites as well as the master bedroom. Neither of the brothers used the master bedroom for themselves. They were saving it for when they met their chosen lady. After his divorce from Ellen, he had moved back to the ranch that he had grown up on. His parents had downsized to a smaller house in town and that left the ranch house free.

  When James had gotten back from the serving overseas, he had also moved back home. They had decided to each take back their old rooms and leave the main alone. Later, when they had agreed that they would one day share a woman, they had renovated the master bedroom so that they would all fit.

  They had enlarged the walk-in closet, so that it had a
large area for her in the middle and enough room for them on either side. They had also done over the bathroom. It now had a large tub that would fit three, a shower that had multiple heads which shot water from all sides, and a vanity with three sinks.

  They had spent a lot of their money to make it exactly the way they wanted it. Probably more than they should have, but they wanted to spoil their woman, even if they didn’t know who she was yet.

  Thinking about the woman that he and James would one day share brought his thoughts back to Sarah. Was she the one they had been waiting for? James seemed to think so, and so did Blake’s cock for that matter. It was damned complicated, that was for sure. She would one day have to go home to testify against the bastard that had shot her friend, and might not want to come back.

  Did he want to risk his heart again? She might not like the idea of a BDSM relationship, and though he would be fine with vanilla, his brother never would be. He was risking his heart to get burned by something that wasn’t his fault. But then if she wasn’t into the lifestyle, she wasn’t really what he and his brother were looking for.

  Too many unknowns. Blake supposed it was too early to speculate yet. They had just met her. Just because she made his cock hard at first glance didn’t mean he could spend the rest of his life with her. He just had to take it slow. Who cared if her tits were like juicy melons, waiting for his big hands to cup and suck on, or that she had a big round ass he just wanted to pound his cock into.

  Blake reached down and wrapped his throbbing cock in his hand. He ran his thumb over the slit before he stroked up and down its firm length. As his fist pumped, Blake wondered what their little sub would look like naked. Would her nipples be pink or brown? Did she have a bare pussy? If she didn’t, she soon would.

  Blake reached his other hand down and cupped his heavy balls, giving them a tug, still working his other hand up and down his length. Blake pictured Sarah facedown over the arm of their large couch, her round ass high. She would wiggle around impatiently, but he would let her linger and wonder about what was to come next.

  Then he would kneel behind her and gently blow hot air across her pussy, making her shiver. She would be expecting the sharp sting of his palm across her backside, but he would play with her delicate folds until she was wet and begging him to let her come. Then he would spank her ass and pussy, sending her over into orgasm.

  He worked his cock at a rapid speed and squeezed his balls hard. His cock erupted with mighty force, shooting out and landing on the shower wall. Blake hadn’t had an orgasm that strong in a long time. His erotic images of Sarah sent him over the edge like never before. If it were this good just thinking about it, how explosive would the real thing be?

  Blake finished his shower and then quickly dried off. He thought about checking on Sarah, but thought he’d better leave her alone for now. She was probably already asleep and he didn’t want to disturb her.

  Chapter Six

  James woke with a start, not sure what had roused him from sleep. Then he heard it again. It was a cross between a moan and a scream. He sat in bed listening until he heard it again. Then he remembered Sarah. Throwing back the covers on the bed, he didn’t bother grabbing any clothes as he ran from the room and down the hall to the guest bedroom.

  Throwing open the door, it banged against the wall with force. His brother was hot on his heels as he entered the room. Sarah was lying in bed moaning and crying, caught up in a nightmare.

  “Shit, bro. What has the poor girl been through?” Blake said as he approached the bed. James saw that he, too, hadn’t bothered with clothes when he had rushed to be at Sarah’s side.

  “Not sure. But we will take care of her now,” he replied, climbing into the bed on the other side of Blake. He pulled her into his arms and gently rocked her, making shushing noises. His brother climbed under the blankets and ran a hand gently up and down her back, a worried expression on his face.

  It wasn’t long before Sarah settled down and slept peacefully once more. Neither brother moved, James still holding her close to his body. Blake moved in closer and threw an arm around her waist, before closing his eyes and falling to sleep.

  It felt so right to James for the three of them to be in bed together, and he hoped that Sarah didn’t freak out when she woke. He took a big breath and let it out slowly. James knew deep down that this was their woman, and he couldn’t wait to start their life together. He just hoped they could get Sarah on the same wavelength and that their dominant personalities didn’t scare her away.

  He knew he could come on strong when he decided a woman belonged to him, and it had scared away more than one potential lover, but it was just his way. He liked to take care of his woman. Yes, some found his need to know where they were all the time overbearing, but that was something he needed filled. It let him know they were safe and that they were doing what they were told.

  He knew with Sarah in trouble and someone after her that he would be worse than normal in his need to protect her. He may never let her leave the safety of his house.

  Once he had made her his, she would wear his collar and kneel naked at his feet. She would go days without clothes. He and Blake would take her whenever the need arose, and if she were really well behaved he would show her his playroom in the attic.

  James knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he didn’t care. Her distress tonight had called out all his protective instincts and now that he had held her in his arms he knew there was no turning back. Sarah would be his and Blake’s and he would make sure she was safe and protected and most of all loved.

  * * * *

  Blake woke the next morning, his cock hard and throbbing. He pumped his hips forward and noticed that it was nestled up against someone’s warm, cozy ass. His arm lay over a soft body and his hand cupped a full, plump, naked breast. Moaning low in his throat, he wiggled closer and rubbed his cock against the crack in the warm ass once more.

  “Better be careful, brother,” James said. “Sarah might not appreciate you fondling her in her sleep.”

  Blake opened one eye, to see it was indeed his little Sarah that he was grinding on. She was still dead to the world so he slowly untangled himself and moved away.

  His brother stood at the end of the bed, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He was fully dressed, in a faded pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, old, worn, cowboy boots, and a hat. James had probably been up for hours doing the morning chores around the ranch. He had always gotten up before the sun and often worked the ranch until well after dark.

  “What time is it?” Blake asked his brother, as he padded toward the door, not caring about his nakedness.

  “About nine. You slept in. Can’t say I blame you. She loves to snuggle, that one. Had a hard time dragging myself out of bed to do the chores.” James followed him out of the room and closed the door quietly. “Best to let her sleep, the little thing must be exhausted.”

  Blake stumbled back into his room and into the shower. He had to be down at the station today, but he really didn’t want to leave Sarah all by herself. Maybe she could tag along for a while. They could catch breakfast down at the Half Baked Bakery. Emily Watson made the best pastries.

  Blake got out of the shower and dried himself off. As he put on his uniform, he thought about Sarah’s situation. Seeing your best friend get murdered must be devastating. He had seen a lot over his time, but he had never had to deal with the loss of someone close to him. Both his parents were still alive, and so were his aunties and uncles. His grandparents had died when he was still too young to remember them.

  Blake wondered what Sarah would think of his family. They were an eccentric bunch. The whole town was, really. Would she accept his three uncles and auntie, or would she be scared off at the thought of sharing? That would put a damper on his and James’s plans. He would find out soon enough when he took her into town. It was filled with ménage families.

  After he was fully dressed, Blake poked his head in on Sarah. She was still asle
ep, so he left her alone and headed downstairs to find his brother. James was still in the kitchen and they soon decided the best course of action would be to let Sarah sleep as much as she needed. James would check on her throughout the day.

  So much for taking her to town. He was being selfish. Blake wanted to spend time with her, but she needed her sleep more. There would be plenty of time to show her around, but that didn’t help any. With one last look at the stairs, he headed out to his truck and into town.

  Chapter Seven

  Sarah woke slowly, warmth cocooning her, leaving her feeling snug and safe. She stretched lazily and opened her eyes to look at the white ceiling above. This was not her room. This was not her bed. Then it all came back to her. She was in Merricks, Montana, staying with a U.S. marshal and running from a drug cartel.

  Sarah sighed and sat up, the weight of her life crashing down on her shoulders. Would her life ever get back to normal, or would she be in hiding forever? She would really like to testify against the bastard that had killed her best friend. Even if that meant she could never go back to her normal life. She wanted him to pay.

  Sarah flipped back the covers and crawled out of bed. As her feet hit the warm carpet, she remembered feeling protected and safe when she had slept. Had Blake and James gotten into bed with her, or did she dream that? One minute she was having a bad dream and the next she was surrounded by their solid bodies.

  She had even dreamt that they were naked. Their big, hard, muscled bodies felt hot and smooth under her hands as she hugged them. There was no sign that they had ever been in bed with her this morning though. She must have dreamt it.

  Sarah quickly got dressed and took care of her needs before slowly making her way downstairs. She could hear voices coming from the kitchen and headed that way. When she entered, her bare feet hit the cold tiles and she stood there hopping from one foot to the other before James and Blake noticed her.