Love at Carlyle's [Love on the Rocks 8: Special Edition] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Oh fuck, she likes that tone, Carlyle,” Cavanaugh said.

  “This tone?” he asked and then gripped her hair. “Suck my cock good, baby, while Cavanaugh fucks that pussy and Magnum claims that virgin ass first.”

  She moaned and then felt Magnum’s fingers pull from her ass. A disappointed feeling filled her, but then she moaned louder as his thick, hard cock began to push into her anus.

  All three men worked their cocks into her body. As she adjusted to Cavanaugh’s thrusts, she worked Carlyle’s cock into her mouth trying to please him. Then Magnum filled her ass with cock. A “plop” sensation as he sank down low confirmed he was fully in her ass and then no one moved. They all exhaled.

  “Motherfucker,” Magnum said.

  “Move. I am not lasting long,” Carlyle stated.

  “Me either. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet,” Cavanaugh said next.

  “I love this ass. Those sexy jeans you wear and those short shorts you jog and work out in drive me fucking crazy. Fuck,” Magnum roared and thrust faster and faster into her ass. She couldn’t take it as she moaned and then felt Carlyle’s cock grow bigger. “I’m coming, baby. Release me if you don’t want to swallow.” He started to pull back, but she grabbed his leg and sucked harder as he came.

  “Holy fuck. Fuck!” he roared, and she swallowed as quickly as she could. She licked him clean until he pulled back, begging her to stop. He fell back and then Cavanaugh came. She thrust her ass back as she gripped Cavanaugh’s shoulders.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  Magnum spanked her ass and she cried out, shaking and coming so hard she felt the room spin.

  “Ours, forever,” Magnum roared and then came.

  She could barely catch her breath. She didn’t even know what was happening as they cleaned her up, caressed her skin, rubbed lotion along her body, and massaged her muscles. All she could do was moan and then let go, drifting into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 7

  Cavanaugh stared at Precious as she slept. It was Sunday afternoon, way past lunch time, and she was still resting. Magnum and Carlyle were making something for dinner. She looked like a beautiful angel lying there in his bed, all soft, sexy, and voluptuous. A thousand thoughts traveled through his head as he stared at her body, her gorgeous face, plump, sensual lips, and toned figure. He ran his palm along her hip to her ass and pulled her against his chest. She moaned softly but then snuggled up closer, her lips and warm breath colliding against his skin, instantly making his cock harden.

  She was more than he could have ever hoped for. If she did lie about having an IUD he wouldn’t care if she got pregnant and was carrying their baby. It would bind them further and make him have rights to her forever. Those possessive thoughts so raw and harsh had him squinting with concern. He prayed she was real. Who was he kidding, he knew she had trouble in her past. Getting to the bottom of that and learning the facts was going to be necessary. Would she fight him and his brothers on that?

  He felt her move and he slid a finger along the crack of her ass then over her hip. He then stared at her large breasts and lower to her pussy, amazed that he wanted, needed to be inside her again and again.

  Her eyes fluttered open and then closed again and she looked so tired, almost drugged, from their night of sex. He licked his lips. “Afternoon, gorgeous,” he said, and her lips curled into a smile.

  She blinked her eyes opened. “Afternoon?” she asked.

  “Well, more like nearly dinner time.”

  She shifted, and he slid over her body and between her legs. She moaned.

  “My patience is hanging by a thread, honey. Your body calls to me like nothing else.” He pressed his lips to hers. She ran her fingers through his hair, then over his shoulders.

  He slid his hard, thick cock back and forth over her wet slit.

  “Cavanaugh, you’re going to kill me,” she whispered, and he chuckled.

  “I don’t think so. I do recall a certain sexy bartender waking up in the middle of her sleep and stroking Magnum’s cock.”

  Her cheeks reddened and she sealed her lips. “I do not recall such an act,” she said, and then he tilted up and began to slide his cock into her cunt.

  “You love getting filled up with cock, don’t you, baby?” he asked and suckled her neck as he eased into her and she widened her thighs, letting him in.

  “Not just anyone. You and your brothers only,” she told him, and it aroused him deeply. Fed his ego and his possessiveness. He lifted and his hands glided up her arms, pressing them above her head. She moaned and tilted upward. Her breasts raised and then her torso.

  She was the sexiest woman he ever had the pleasure to fuck and claim. Hell, she was different from any other lover. He wanted her heart, soul, body, world. It was ludicrous how much he wanted from her.

  “Fuck. You’re mine, baby. Never forget that. Ever,” he stated firmly and then thrust into her hard. She gasped as he stroked in and out of her cunt, picking up speed, needing to claim her and mark her his woman.

  “Who do you belong to?” he demanded to know as he stroked faster.

  “You and your brothers. Oh God, Cavanaugh, I can’t breathe. Oh my,” she said and then cried out and came. He felt the flood gates open and his own release was right on the edge, right fucking there, and he roared and came inside her. He was panting for breath and then lowered over her and hugged her tight, crushing her. He felt her gasp, and he rolled to the side. “Sorry. God, you drive me nuts. Absolutely fucking nuts, woman.” He squeezed her ass, and she lay her thigh over his thigh and placed her cheek against his chest. She was breathing heavily.

  “I think I’m going to tell Carlyle to fire your ass and keep you in bed forever,” he said very seriously and thought about doing just that.

  She chuckled and rose up. She gave his chest a tap with her palm. “Yeah, right,” she said and started to move.

  He rolled her across the bed and to her back. She lifted her thighs against his hips and he looked over her breasts. “I don’t want other men looking at you and wanting you.”

  She reached up and cupped his cheek. “You sound very possessive,” she said to him and gave him a small smile.

  He absorbed how she felt underneath him, pressed to the bed and to his body.

  “I’m very possessive of what belongs to me. The sooner you accept that, the better.”

  “Oh really? And If I was to revolt and not accept such possessiveness?” she asked him and stroked his jaw. He was lost in her gorgeous blue eyes and those sensual lips.

  “Baby, you do not want to challenge me or resist my rules. There’s this thing called punishment.”

  “Hmm, punishment, huh. Like what?” she asked and massaged his shoulders.

  “Like throwing you over my knee and slapping your ass until you come.”

  Her cheeks flushed and her lips parted.

  “Ahh, I see you’re going to piss me off on purpose. Well, then, my brothers and I will need to improvise accordingly.”

  “What does that mean?” she asked.

  “You don’t want to find out.” He traced over her nipple and then leaned closer. “Or maybe you do,” he teased, surprised by this playfulness he never engaged in with a woman before. It added to his excitement and his trepidation that it could fail. He kissed her, and she hugged him close and tightened her thighs against his waist.

  When he released her lips, she exhaled. “I need to shower and then see Carlyle and Magnum. I miss them,” she told him. “Silly?” she asked him as he started to get up.

  “Not silly, perfect. And I’m sure they miss you, too.”

  Her belly rumbled and he smiled wide. “We need food,” he said.

  “Yes we do,” she replied, and he got up and offered her a hand as Carlyle came into the room.

  “Hey, gorgeous. I missed you,” he told her and then pulled her into his arms off the bed.

  She wrapped her arms around Carlyle’s shoulders tightly. “I missed y

ou, too. I’m starving though and need to shower.”

  “Well, we cooked up a storm. Why don’t you jump into the shower? I’ll put out something for you to wear and then meet us downstairs.”

  “Hmm, perfect,” she said, and both Carlyle and Cavanaugh watched her head into the bathroom.

  Cavanaugh looked at Carlyle.

  “What do you think?” Carlyle asked him.

  “Honestly? I think you need to fire her.”

  Carlyle chuckled and walked toward the door. “Sounds like a plan, and similar to Magnum’s idea of giving her private workout sessions at the gym so the other guys aren’t drooling over her.” Cavanaugh narrowed his eyes at him.

  “Why did you have to remind me about that?”

  Carlyle laughed. “So you know we’re on the same page. Next step is finding out what she’s running from,” he said very seriously, and Cavanaugh agreed as Carlyle walked out of the room. He glanced toward the bathroom, wondering if he should join her, but then he decided to give her a little space. They took her virginity and claimed her so many times last night the poor thing might need a reprieve. Well, a short one, He thought, then smiled and headed out of the room.

  * * * *

  “We got a lead on some good information.” Agent Yorn said to Benson over the cell phone.

  “What is it?” he asked, making his way into the main headquarters. Benson was walking toward the building and in the parking garage. He stopped by the pillar.

  “Just got a call that there’s a connection between Duvou and Swan, that crazy fucking Dominican. Our guys worked their magic on the thumb drive you got from Precious. They were able to track down similar codes on multiple accounts in Switzerland. Our guys connected them to Swan. He’s been the asshole behind those attempted hits on Precious as well as the muscle and money source for Duvou and his efforts to run the city crime circuit. We have men working on locating Swan and picking up any of his guys. He’s been the silent money backer. Plus, there’s connections to several other arms dealers, drug dealers, and suppliers, and a whole chain of shit moving these guns into the city. We got them, Benson.”

  “We don’t have them yet. Precious won’t be safe until these men are behind bars. Can our computer guys prove Swan’s connection? They have his name, account number, documented items on this stuff?”

  “No, that’s super complicated to do.”

  “It has to be done to secure a warrant, to issue arrests, and bring Swan, Duvou, and their crews in and charge them.”

  “Too bad we don’t have Precious here in Connecticut. I bet she could do her magic.”

  “That isn’t an option.”

  “Why not? I bet if we send her the stuff she can do it,” Agent Yorn pushed, and Benson had a funny feeling in his gut. He didn’t know who to trust anymore, and he was starting to even question Yorn’s commitment to the oath.

  “And risk someone finding out where she is? No, plus that’s illegal, and she’s a civilian.”

  “Think about it,” Yorn said, and Benson made an excuse to end the call.

  Before he went inside, he took out the burner phone and called Darius. As he spoke with him, his fears were calmed hearing how good she was doing and how she was working and making friends. He told Darius he would be in touch and to give Precious his best. Then he ended the call and tossed the phone into the garbage. He headed inside the building, wondering how they could connect Swan to Duvou and to the crimes they knew he was responsible for. Three other people had turned up dead in the last two weeks, and all of them had connections to Duvou and Swan.

  He thought about those people who were killed and about his friends working in the Drug Enforcement Agency with the recent influx of high-powered weapons and heroin making it to the streets. They couldn’t find any connections, but maybe he needed to get together with them and compare notes. Perhaps there was a connection there? With that thought, he hurried into the building to make some calls and work on closing this case and helping Precious to be safe and free once and for all.

  * * * *

  Sean Koran stood by the parking garage. He and watched Benson make a phone call and then toss the phone into the garbage. A burner phone. What a break he just caught, especially if he hurried to grab the phone. He pulled it from the garbage bin and then started it up and hit redial because there wasn’t any caller ID and he would have to hope he could get information from the person.

  “Trooper Law,” I male voice answered.

  “Trooper Law, uh, I’m sorry, I think I got the wrong number.”

  “Who is this?”

  “Barry,” he replied and noticed the southern accent. So she was somewhere down south.

  “Who are you looking for?”

  “My friend Mary. I need directions to the nearest gas station and I’m lost on the highway heading south.

  “Where are you now?” Trooper Law asked in a harsh tone.

  “The thruway passing North Carolina,” he guessed.

  “Well I don’t know where you are, son, try calling your friend again. Maybe you hit the wrong number.”

  “So you can’t help me,” he pushed.

  “I’m in South Carolina. I don’t know what road you’re on. Just be sure to pull over at the nearest stop to ask.”

  “Oh, thank you, trooper,” he said and ended the call. He smiled. Trooper Law, South Carolina. How hard could it be to find him?

  * * * *

  Carlyle watched Precious closely as she sipped her wine and stared out toward the water. They were sitting on the back deck, enjoying the warm night, and she had her feet tucked under her, sitting on the couch. Magnum had his arm around her shoulders and Cavanaugh sat across from them. Carlyle stroked her thigh.

  “Maybe you can tell us a little more about your life? Maybe where you’re really from and why you had to leave?” he asked her.

  She swallowed hard, placed the wineglass down on the table, and looked at him.

  He watched her tongue peek out and lick her lower lip before she spoke. She was sexy, sensual and she didn’t even seem to know it.

  “I don’t know how much I should tell you,” she said, looking down at her hands.

  Magnum reached over and gave her hands a squeeze. She looked up at him.

  “Tell us as much as you can. Trust us, baby.”

  “Why ruin this fantasy right now?” she asked.

  Carlyle didn’t like the way she said that. One look at Cavanaugh and he could tell by his brother’s scowl that he would be forcing the issue.

  “Did you do something illegal or something that would change the way we feel about you?” he asked. Carlyle hadn’t thought about the possibility.

  She exhaled. “I want to tell you so much, but then it makes all this seem unreal, and temporary.”

  “It doesn’t have to be temporary. We can help you get through this if you explain,” Carlyle said to her.

  “Let me help you. Have you always been a bartender?” Cavanaugh asked and eased back into his seat. Carlyle knew this side of Cavanaugh. He would slowly interrogate her and figure out what she was hiding or fearful to tell them.

  “No.” Her one-word answer didn’t fly with Cavanaugh as he raised one of his eyebrows up at her.

  “I bartended a lot in college and sometimes after. Then I took a break for a while to do some business things.”

  “What types of business things?” Carlyle asked.

  “I worked for a small company. Helped to fix it up and then was part of selling it off. I made a decent amount of money.”

  “So you were successful with one buy and sale of a business?” Cavanaugh asked, but it was more of a challenge.

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Actually, Cavanaugh, I dabbled in day trading, and am very good with numbers, with a gut instinct on where and when to buy and to sell. I actually did quite well.”

  “Really?” How well?” he challenged her.

  She untucked her legs and then crossed them. She reached for her glass and held his gaze. “I don’t like to brag,” she said and took a sip from her wineglass.

  This was a side of Precious they had yet to see. Cavanaugh leaned forward.

  “You did so well that you didn’t need to work anymore and decided to entertain yourself as a bartender?”

  “Well, I worked out, as well, hence my sharp skills,” she said and looked at Magnum.

  He slid his hand along her thigh and her knee. “You are skillful in the bedroom and the dojo, honey.”

  She smiled, then she looked at Cavanaugh. “I’m going to be honest with you because you asked me to be and I asked all three of you to be honest with me. I had a rough childhood. My parents died when I was sixteen and I had to take care of my little sister, who I got custody of soon after.”

  “Don’t you need to be eighteen?” Carlyle asked her.

  She looked at him and held his gaze with those gorgeous blue eyes. “Money pays for a lot of things.”

  “Money? Like your parents left you money and you used it to bribe some lawyers and a judge?” Cavanaugh asked, being blunt. Carlyle looked back at Precious.

  “Actually, the money was mine. Like I said, things were rough, my parents were ill, and I had a knack for numbers.” She looked away.

  “Son of a bitch, you ran numbers on the streets? Sporting events and stuff?” Cavanaugh asked, now looking intrigued. His brother had done the same thing when they were younger. Nearly got locked up for it. Then he went completely legit.

  “There were a lot of things to bet on, but yeah, mostly sporting events.”

  “How long did you do that for?” Magnum asked, stroking her knee.

  “Long enough to get enough money to grease some palms and get custody of Courtney,” she said and then turned away.

  “Where’s your sister now?” Magnum asked.

  “Dead,” she whispered and then stood.

  Carlyle felt his chest tighten with concern.

  “What happened?” Magnum asked.

  She snickered sarcastically as she stood by the railing and overlooked the water. She turned back toward them. All three men were sitting forward in their seats waiting, listening to her every word. Carlyle wasn’t the only one who wanted to know who she really was and what she was hiding from.

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