by Eileen Green
Brooke had protested their continual protectiveness of her, but their duty to her would always be top priority of her. She was too independent to just give in to them easily. They had known she would balk at their attentiveness, but both men had been brought up with morals, manners, and chivalry. His and Bradley’s fathers had taught them how to be real men.
One day soon Frank hoped he could introduce Brooke to his parents. They were both eager to meet her as he had told them about pursuing her. They were aware that the relationship would be a ménage, but once the shock factor was over with, they were all right with it. Frank knew that Brooke would be a welcome addition to the family.
Bradley’s parents were a bit more uptight. They were old-world British. His father was a Duke by birth, and his mother had married into her title. There was no way they would accept Brooke or Frank, even though Frank and Bradley weren’t involved with each other. Frank had to wonder if Bradley would take Brooke home to meet mom and dad.
Frank had met Bradley’s parents when he took a vacation right before they had met Brooke the previous year. The two were pretentious and so snooty, perfectly suited for each other even though they were divorced. They had actually looked down their noses at Frank. He had heard the expression before yet had never experienced it. Until he met the Smiths.
Mrs. Smith had lifted her chin and then took in Frank’s appearance. She literally looked as if she was using her nose as a guide to where she was looking. Her lips never twitched almost like she was going to smile—in fact, Frank was curious if she received Botox injections.
Mr. Smith was just as bad. When Frank had gone to shake the man’s hand, the older gentleman had kept his hand in his coat pocket and just gave Frank a nod. Frank felt awkward at the slight and couldn’t wait to leave. He had to endure dinner with them, thankfully at a restaurant, and then hoped he never had to be in their presence ever again.
Bradley had apologized profusely for the way his parents had openly shunned Frank even though the latter told him it was no problem. It would be wonderful if all the families got along well, providing each of the members of the ménage a loving atmosphere. Frank could only hope that one day Bradley’s parents would come around, but only time would tell. Brooke was too beautiful of a woman to be hurt by anyone, and Frank and Bradley would do whatever they had to do to protect her, even if it was from a family member.
Both men had met with Brooke’s father after she and the others were rescued, and Frank had spoken to the man about their future plans. Mr. Alton was thrilled to hear of the plans of marriage, and had given his blessing. Now, it was up to Bradley and Frank to work on Brooke to get her to become their submissive along with being their wife.
The plan today was to change at the hotel and then head out on their bikes on a ride through the countryside. Frank had been looking forward to it since he and Bradley had bought the Harleys at the local dealership. It had been a while since he had ridden, but he knew it would all come back to him as soon as he sat in the leather seat.
Once at the hotel, Brooke gathered up her riding outfit and headed for the bathroom. When the door was closed behind her, Frank motioned for Bradley to join him in the hallway. Frank dug his phone out of his pocket and checked to see if Raven had done what he had requested.
Chapter Twelve
“What the fuck is that?” Bradley exclaimed as low as he possibly could as he looked at the photo on Frank’s phone. Cut-up letters spelled out a message directed at his woman. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he looked up at Frank. “Let me guess. She received this and didn’t tell you about it.”
“Exactly. I walked in on her holding it in her hands, and when I asked her about it, she told me it was an unhappy employee or some other bullshit. She shoved it in her desk drawer so I wouldn’t see it, but I had Raven check it out.”
Bradley had known something was off about Frank when he walked in behind Brooke a few minutes ago. He had been stiff as if he was holding something monumental inside, all the while watching Brooke with something other than passion. Now Bradley was feeling the same as Frank.
“What do we do now?” Bradley asked, his heart settling down after the shock of seeing the note.
Watching the play of expressions on Frank’s face as he thought was interesting. The man didn’t have much of a poker face. When a sly smile appeared on the man’s lips, Bradley knew it was going to be good.
“We’re going to go on our ride. Since we decided it would be good to just start riding somewhere, I say we head south. I think there’s a specific club we may want to visit later this evening.”
Frank sounded positively wicked as was the expression on his face. Bradley had to admit that Frank was the more dominant of the two of them, and that was fine with Bradley. When it came to being a Dom, Bradley was more of a sensual Dom. He enjoyed playing a woman’s body, driving her toward orgasm, and then pulling back. Edge play was at the top of Bradley’s list.
Brooke would come to the point that she would prefer Bradley over Frank in some play. However, Bradley knew she would come to love what Frank could do for her, too. She would need both of them to even out her submissive nature. One to dish out discipline and expose her inner masochist, and the other to pleasure her until she felt as if she couldn’t take any more. They would give her everything she needed, but all in their timing.
“I’ll pack what we’ll need in my saddlebags,” Frank said with a devious smile. “I have a new flogger I want to try out on her.”
“I believe this is going to be a memorable ride.” Bradley was anxious to get started now that showing Brooke the error of her ways and the consequences that came with them was in effect. There was one thing he was dying to do. “Don’t forget the starter plug. She’ll have a hell of a time riding back here with that thing up her bum.”
Both men let out a little laugh as they re-entered their hotel room. Brooke was still in the bathroom, which meant Frank and Bradley had a few moments to gather up what was needed for later that evening.
Once they had all dressed appropriately and had the gear they needed, they headed out. Brooke wore tight blue jeans under a pair of leather chaps that had a braid going up the sides. Her ass looked magnificent in the denim material and then framed by the black leather. Bradley couldn’t wait until she was able to take his cock back there.
She was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt in red with a vest that matched her chaps’ design. Black motorcycle boots adorned her feet. The entire ensemble looked good on her but created an air of a bad girl in her.
Well, she was a bad girl for trying to hide that nasty note from them, and she was going to pay for it. Bradley’s cock was already hard thinking about her punishment. He wasn’t sure how he was going to ride on his bike in such a state, but he was going to do it.
Wearing black leather chaps and vests themselves, Bradley and Frank looked like normal everyday bikers. They each mounted their bikes and put on their helmets. Brooke’s was the only one of the trio that had a design on it, a purple dragon, to match the paint job on the fuel tank on her motorcycle.
The sound of raw thunder filled the street when they each turned their bikes on. It was a sound that Bradley had come to love. Once he turned in his resignation from Interpol, he imagined a relaxed lifestyle where he was in one place long enough to do things he had put on his bucket list. One of his desires was attending the Sturgis bike rally in South Dakota. He had seen documentaries on the week-long event and knew he wanted to experience it at least once in his life time. With South Dakota being only a state away, he was certain he would be able to convince Brooke and Frank to go with him.
There were places of significance to the United States history, such as Mt. Rushmore in South Dakota and Little Bighorn in Montana where Lieutenant Colonel Custer and his men were defeated by the Lakota and Northern Cheyenne Indians. There was also Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming to visit. The area was chock-full of history, and if Bradl
ey was going to be living here full time, he wanted to submerge himself in it. There wasn’t much left for him in England if his parents continued to act like total asses.
The thought of his parents not liking Brooke because he was sharing her with Frank was a hard pill to swallow. Brooke was kind, loving, exuberant, and full of life. She was everything they weren’t, and Bradley was choosing his woman over his stuffy, pretentious parents.
Of course, one thought ran through his head when he chose Brooke was if his parents denied him the money that was rightfully his. His grandparents had set up trust funds for him, his brother, and his sister before they had passed on. According to Bradley’s solicitor, his parents couldn’t contest anything regarding the trusts, but Bradley knew his parents well enough to know that they would do anything to create havoc in his life if he went against their wishes. He was ready to battle them if it came down to that. However, Bradley trusted his solicitor.
Old money was good to have, but Bradley knew that it was going by the roadside. People went through their money so quickly now, thinking they needed everything under the sun. Bradley had watched his parents and his siblings go through their money as if it were water. His father still had their family home that had been passed down from generation to generation, although the large staff was gone now and he employed only a housekeeper and a butler. He let a company run tours through the property and the house, which helped provide some income to the estate, for Bradley worried that his parents would be relying on their children to help them out in the future. If they continued to have the same mentality toward Frank and if they treated Brooke the same way, Bradley wouldn’t be helping at all.
Working for Brooke was a godsend. He wanted to use his trust in the future, not while he was young. Contributing to the family he was going to be entering into was something he needed to do. They would need to work together to make the relationship work. There were already some questions about the house Brooke was having built. Would she let the guys help pay for it, or was she independent enough to keep it all to herself, so if anything happened in the future, she wouldn’t lose it?
There were a lot of things they needed to discuss. Perhaps over the weekend they could do that, for Bradley liked to have all his ducks in a row. That’s why when he was shot, he needed to think of his future because for Brooke’s sake, he couldn’t put himself in danger.
The day was beautiful. The blue sky, clean of any pollution, was dotted with white puffy clouds, which were being pushed along by a stronger wind than what was blowing on the ground. A breeze fanned the trees along the roadside, their branches moved by an unseen force, creating a little dance of their leaves. With it being spring, the trees were still unfurling their leaves, creating a myriad of shades of green on some of them while the evergreens were their darker hue, the contrast beautiful to look out.
Of course, the beauty that Bradley had a view of was in front of him as she rode side-by-side with Frank before him. Her ass was caressing the leather seat of her Harley, her thighs spread and encasing the bike. The desire to be the one she was riding was great, but Bradley was having a difficult time riding with the boner he already had. Vibrations from the twin-engine ran straight up his legs, into his balls, and then his cock. He hoped he was going to last until they decided to pull over for a while.
Another issue that the vibrations were causing was the pain in his leg from his wound. The past few days it had been healing nicely. He had to hope the sores didn’t come apart today. Right now, he was with his woman, and the rest of the day promised to be eventful.
The speed limit dropped as they entered the town of Lakeview. Brooke pointed off to her left before her turn signal came on for the same direction. Bradley knew that her house was under construction in the area, so perhaps she wanted to show it to him and Frank. Once they turned, Frank dropped back and let Brooke lead them.
As the construction zone came into view, Bradley was surprised at the size of it. It was going to dwarf the homes near it, but then again, the acreage that the house was sitting on ensured her privacy.
In the obvious driveway, because it was in front of the garage, they all stopped, shut off their engines, and climbed off their bikes. The quietness was refreshing after being on the bikes for a while. Birds chirped in the nearby trees, and a motorboat could be heard from the lake. Bradley felt a calmness here, and he hoped one day soon he was going to be able to live here.
Enthusiasm seemed to bubble up from Brooke as she showed the men the home she was having built. When they got to the second story and the large area that was cordoned off as her bedroom, Bradley was impressed. The room itself was large, probably three times the size of the suite they had at the Kalispell Grand Hotel. An oversize closet was off the backside of the bedroom while the bathroom was massive. The vanity had already been installed. Black cabinets sat beneath a white marble countertop, feathers of black veins streaking across it in various places.
Bradley stopped and looked at Frank when the former noticed the three cutouts in the marble for three sinks. Brooke was obviously assuming the men were going to be living with her. Even though they hadn’t talked to her about a future yet, she seemed to be thinking in that direction already.
Frank’s chest was puffed out as a mischievous smile spread across his face. Yes, their woman was showing them that she was accepting of a ménage relationship. Her mind was all right with it, so they would need to work on her to prove to her that this was what they wanted.
Brooke showed them where the large jetted tub would go and then where the oversize shower would be. She seemed quite proud of all the work that had been done and said she hoped the house would be completed in a month or so.
She escorted them through the bedroom area and out one of the sets of French doors, of which there were two. Beyond them stood a large balcony that looked out over the lake. Sunshine sparkled on the near still water off the shore, silently inviting anyone to bask in the beauty of it. This would be a perfect way to welcome the mornings with a cup of coffee, or say good-bye to the evenings with a brandy or cocktail.
Slipping his arm around Brooke’s waist, he kissed the top of her head, her hair warm from the sunshine. She smelled like wild flowers and fresh air, an aroma he was becoming addicted to.
The three of them wasted no more time by getting on their bikes and heading back on the road. They took side roads as they moved through hills. Trees were plentiful as were pastures with grazing cattle. Occasionally, they would spot a group of deer foraging in the grass or the bushes, the sound of their bikes scaring the animals and making them run and leap for the darkness and comfort of the thicker greenery.
There really was no way of telling how far they had ridden, for none of them bothered to track it, but as the shadows grew long on the western mountains, Bradley knew it was time to head for dinner. They needed to feed their woman and then take her to the club, the anticipation beyond heightened in him. He knew that Frank was just as excited and eager to get her in a position for her to accept her punishment.
* * * *
The diner in Polson was their next stop, and it seemed to be hosting quite a few ménage groups, most of which Brooke had met in the days after her liberation. She had been blessed with the knowledge that they had a hand in the rescue, setting up an elaborate trap for the kidnappers to fall into leading to their capture and demise.
The man who had come into the truck and tried to hurt Andrew, had been many syringes of sedatives injected into his body. He had never regained consciousness and died later the night of the rescue. Just too many injections had done him in. It was Marni, the last girl who had been taken at the same time as Andrew and Kyle, who had used one syringe after another until Brooke had to make the girl stop.
All of the captives had feared for their lives, including the younger children. It was the older ones who knew what their fate was to be if the captors got across the Canadian border. Marni was seventeen years old. She was terrified of being used by men she
didn’t know, knowing she would never be the same if that had happened nor would she ever be able to face her family again even though she had done nothing wrong.
Brooke could relate on a certain level, but she never gave up, although the thought had crossed her mind on what would happen if no one was looking for them. She had worked hard to get to the point in her life that her father would be proud of her, and she was damned if she was going to let these Russian assholes destroy the rest of her life. And she was not going to let them hurt the little kids.
Andrew was the first to notice their arrival in the small diner. A wide smile lit up his face as he waved the threesome over to the table he shared with his partner, Jake, and their woman, Gwen.
Brooke and Andrew had bonded inside that truck, becoming friends for life. After exchanging phone numbers and e-mail addresses, the two had remained in touch. They were each other’s sounding boards when the darkness of mental instability threatened to pull them under. Brooke always checked her phone or her computer when the notification tone that she had chosen for Andrew sounded. Most of the time it was to say hello or ask how are you doing? However, once in a while, Andrew needed to talk to someone other than his partners.
Therapy was something they both had entered into once they were rescued. They needed it. They all did. For the most part, the therapists were able to lead them back into the light, but sometimes, the two just needed to talk to each other. Brooke had the same arrangement with the older girls who had been kidnapped, being able to talk to someone who had been through what they had for their anxieties, fears, and even their dreams.
Frank led Brooke over to Andrew’s table, Bradley following behind them. Gwen was quick with a smile as she stood and enveloped Brooke in her arms.
“It’s so good to see you,” Gwen gushed, taking Brooke’s hand and sitting her next to her.