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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Swan’s phone made a noise, and he looked at it and smiled. He squeezed her shoulder.

  “Good job, Precious.”

  “Wait, where are my accounts?” Duvou asked, looking at the screen and reading the numbers and seeing the names on the accounts. She gasped as the gun went off and she covered her ears and ducked. When she looked, Duvou was on the floor, a bullet to his head.

  “Get up. We’re leaving.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her from the seat. She leaned back.

  “Leaving? Going where? I did my part. It’s over. Duvou was letting me go.”

  He smirked. “Not me. I didn’t promise that. In fact, there’s something about you that calls to me, Precious, and it’s more than just your body.” He gazed over her figure. “It’s your capabilities. We can make a load of money—together.”

  She shook her head. “No. No, I’m not going with you.” He struck her across the jaw with the butt of the gun and she fell to the floor, stunned at the shot and the pain. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she staggered to get up when suddenly there was gunfire and two men entered the room.

  “We got company. Militants or something. Local shit,” a guy, one of Swan’s men she assumed, said.

  “Local? Are you sure not Feds?” Swan asked.

  “No fucking way. They’re coming in from the trees. Duvou probably pissed off some locals.”

  “Hold them off. I need coverage to the heliport,” he said and pulled Precious up and dragged her from the room. Her jaw, lips, and cheek ached, and as she tried to pull free Swan struck her again. He dragged her out the side door and into the night. She stumbled and heard more shots, saw men that were running with Swan and her toward the helicopter go down as bullets hit them. She yanked free and struck Swan. He stumbled back and pointed the gun at her. She kicked at it. It fired, hitting her side, and then he punched her and she fell to the ground just as he started to run, and bullets struck his body. The gunfire slowed down, and a burning pain stung her side. She reached down, saw all the blood, then suddenly heard her name.

  “Precious!”

  Magnum, dressed in all-black military gear and a half face mask over his mouth, stared down at her. Someone else was there and looking at her side. She glanced at them as tears rolled down her cheeks.

  “She’s been shot. We need to move,” Cobra said.

  “Cavanaugh is flying the helicopter. Get her to the hospital. We’ll finish up here with the Feds,” he said, and Magnum picked her up. He looked angry.

  “Hold on, baby, we’re going to get you to a hospital.”

  “You came for me?” she asked.

  “Of course we did. We’re a team, remember?” he asked her.

  She had trouble breathing. She didn’t feel like the bullet wound was life threatening but what did she know. She was shaking and felt cold as Carlyle, dressed similarly to Magnum, ran to them. “Jesus.”

  “She’s been shot,” Magnum informed Carlyle.

  “Shot?” Cavanaugh asked from the front of the helicopter.

  “You need to do your thing, brother. We have to get her to a hospital and out of this fucking mess,” Magnum said.

  “Let’s go,” Cavanaugh stated as they got her into the helicopter. She heard the sound of the rotors and stared up into Magnum’s brown eyes and then looked at Carlyle’s blue eyes.

  “So when was someone going to tell me that Cavanaugh knows how to fly a helicopter?” she asked.

  Carlyle smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Baby, there are a lot of things we haven’t told you about us.”

  She closed her eyes and couldn’t help but cry. “I don’t need to know anything, just that you love me,” she told them as Magnum ripped her top at the bottom to see the damage from the gunshot. She gasped and he applied pressure with gauze.

  “It’s a good one, baby, but went clear through,” he told her.

  “We love you so much, baby. It’s finally over, and now we can love you, and you can move into the house right away,” Carlyle stated.

  “I kind of like the cottage,” she said and felt the pain increase from the wound.

  “Not a chance in hell you’ll live anywhere but in our house or sleep anywhere but in our beds. That’s an order,” Cavanaugh yelled from the front, and his brothers chuckled. She started to feel really tired. Carlyle told her to rest and that they would be at a hospital soon. She did just that. She trusted them and knew that they were the only men she would ever love or trust again.

  Epilogue

  “I can’t believe you guys aren’t right over there listening to what Benson is telling her. I mean he has his hand on her fucking waist,” Cobra said to Cavanaugh, Carlyle, and Magnum.

  “We aren’t worried. He knows that she’s our woman,” Cavanaugh stated, but his attention was glued to Precious. It did bother him that Benson was whispering to her and had his hand on her waist, but then he kissed her cheek, and she hugged him goodbye.

  Benson walked over with her to shake their hands.

  “Thank you, guys, for all your help. Take care of my girl,” he said and winked at Precious.

  “Our girl,” Magnum said, and Precious slid next to him. He gently pulled her onto his lap and placed his hand on her hip below her bandage.

  Benson smiled, nodded at the others, and made his way out of Carlyle’s.

  Precious lay her head against Magnum’s chest and closed her eyes.

  “Tired, baby?” he asked.

  She opened them and saw Cavanaugh, Carlyle, and their friends watching her. “I’m fine,” she whispered.

  “We could head home so that you can rest. Maybe it’s too much too soon,” Carlyle added.

  She shook her head.

  “No, I love it here. It’s become a special place for me, plus, I’m surrounded by all you big, sexy men. What woman wouldn’t want to be in my shoes?” she asked.

  Magnum kissed her forehead.

  “Your woman thinks we’re sexy,” Cobra teased, and they chuckled.

  “I wonder if her friend thinks that, too,” Turbo stated as he looked across the room and Cavanaugh saw Essie, Precious’s friend. She was talking to a few other women from the dojo and Jake, who was behind the bar.

  “Why don’t you ask her?” Precious teased.

  Magnum placed his hand against her cheek. “Playing matchmaker?”

  “Maybe,” she said, and Magnum kissed her tenderly.

  “I think we’ll go to the bar for more drinks,” Cobra said, and he and his brothers all got up and left Cavanaugh, Carlyle, and Mangum alone at the table. Cavanaugh moved to be closer to Precious and Carlyle scooted closer, too.

  “So you really love this place?” Carlyle asked her.

  She nodded.

  “I do, too,” Cavanaugh whispered and stared at her.

  “You do? Shit, you hardly ever want to come here,” Carlyle said to him.

  Cavanaugh reached out and stroked Precious’s cheek. “It’s my new favorite place because my brothers and I found love at Carlyle’s,” he said and kissed her lips tenderly.

  “Aw…how sweet,” Magnum teased him. Carlyle laughed loudly and then Cavanaugh went back to his serious expression.

  “Don’t tease him. It is sweet. I love when Cavanaugh gets all mushy,” Precious told them.

  “Well, you’re the only one that brings that side out of him,” Magnum continued to tease.

  She held Cavanaugh’s gaze. “I actually like that I have the power to do that,” she said softly.

  Cavanaugh narrowed his eyes at her. “The power, huh?” he asked.

  “It makes me wet,” she whispered.

  Cavanaugh stood. “I think we need to head home,” he said very seriously.

  “Fuck home, let’s take her in the back office. She loves getting bent over the desk,” Carlyle revealed.

  She gasped and slapped his shoulder.

  “Oh, is that where you disappear to for break?” Magnum asked, standing and placing her onto her feet.

  “I am not going to
discuss such things with you,” she said.

  Mangum grabbed her hand and started leading her to the office. “Get ready, woman. I got a little fantasy game for you called The Bartender and Her Bosses.” She started giggling as they sneaked down the hallway while Carlyle played interference for a few minutes. As soon as they were inside, Cavanaugh turned her toward the desk, lifted her skirt, pushed down her panties, and stroked her pussy with his finger.

  “Holy fuck, you really are turned on by me being mushy.”

  She moaned and gripped the desk, then spread her thighs and stuck out her ass.

  “And the whole bartender and her bosses scenario.”

  “Oh yeah,” Magnum said and slapped his belt against his hand.

  “Someone is in need of a little spanking,” Magnum stated.

  “Yes, God, yes,” she moaned.

  The door opened, and Carlyle was there. “Fuck, I get her mouth,” he said as Cavanaugh pulled his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with his cock. He slid fully into her, and they both exhaled.

  “You feel like home, baby, and you’re ours forever.”

  “Forever,” she whispered and then thrust back.

  Cavanaugh slowed his pace as Magnum pulled off her top and her bra. Carlyle got onto the desk, whipped out his cock, and she sucked him into her mouth. Cavanaugh felt his cock grow thicker.

  “I love this mouth,” Carlyle told her and stroked her jaw.

  “I love every inch of her,” Magnum said.

  Cavanaugh watched as Magnum stroked her ass and back with his belt, then under her arm to her breast and nipple.

  She moaned against Carlyle’s cock. “Someone has a very naughty side to her, and we’re the right men to bring it out in her.” He tapped her ass with the belt, and she jerked. “Fuck, Magnum. I’m going to come.”

  “Good because I’m going to fuck her ass.”

  Cavanaugh grunted and came along with Precious. He kissed her shoulder and ran a palm along the bandage on her waist as he pulled out. Magnum took his place, coated her anus with her cream, then stuck his fingers into her ass. She pushed back and then Carlyle came in her mouth. As he pulled out, Magnum withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

  “Our woman, forever,” he said and slid right into her ass. She moaned and thrust back as Cavanaugh and Carlyle watched in awe.

  “Give me that belt,” Cavanaugh said and then he did what Magnum had done, and stroked her breasts with it, then her nipples.

  “Oh, that feels so good. Oh God, more, more,” she panted.

  “Motherfucker,” Carlyle stated and lowered under her to suckle her nipple and tug on it as Cavanaugh teased her other breast and her ass with the belt, hardly even tapping the skin. When he moved it toward her cunt, she cried out and came hard. Magnum followed, then hugged her tight and kissed her neck.

  “I think we’re going to have to sneak out the back door. One look and everyone will know what we were doing back here,” he told her.

  “Who the hell cares? She’s our woman, let every man and woman know. We’ll never give her up, and we’ll love her for the rest of our lives,” Cavanaugh said.

  “Aww,” Precious said to him and smiled.

  Cavanaugh cupped her cheeks and grinned. “You’re my weakness, baby.”

  “And you’re mine,” she whispered, and he kissed her tenderly, knowing that he would always protect her and love her because just like her name, she was precious and like no other. She was home.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

  Enjoy Love at Carlyle’s and allow your imagination to soar freely.

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