by Cara Adams
Nathanael shook his arm and pushed a plate of food across to him. “Eat. You must be hungry.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
He dragged his mind back to their table where Cooper and Nathanael were talking softly about the club, but in general terms that wouldn’t give away any secrets should anyone overhear them.
“I haven’t notice that big tattooed man around tonight,” he said suddenly. The man was usually quite visible, making his way from table to table and room to room throughout the club. Belatedly Justin realized likely he was Rinehart’s manager, the one who’d pushed through so many changes and against whom Tom Moore hadn’t been able to stand.
“I haven’t either. He’s probably online right now, looking for a new job,” suggested Nathanael.
“Or halfway to California with Jackson. Which reminds me, I need to tell Ms. Bond about that. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he has a similar semi-legal business there,” added Roderick.
Cooper pulled out his cell phone and began tapping out a message. Justin looked up in time to see the blonde serving drinks at the table next to them. He half raised his hand to attract her attention and ask for another round for their table.
The manager appeared from behind the bar, looking furious. He stomped across the room, pushing through the crowds with no apology and grabbed the blonde by the arm, pulling her to the edge of the dance floor. Justin realized his mouth had fallen open and closed it with a snap. They were so close to him he could have touched them, and he could easily hear the man speak.
“I told you to go off shift and pack your clothes. We’re flying to California tonight.”
The blonde tried to pull free from him. “Henk, I explained that I don’t want to go to California with you. I promise I’ll keep sending you all my earnings until my debt’s paid in full, but let me stay here, please.”
“You stupid bitch, you aren’t worth anything to me unless you’re in the same club as me. The pittance you give me is nothing compared to what you’re worth as an advertisement for the club. Young, fresh, almost virginal, and pure. That’s what men pay for, bitch.”
“I don’t understand.” Yeah, I don’t either. What the fuck is he talking about? Is she a hooker or what?
“You’re too stupid to understand. Now get upstairs and pack. We’re leaving in half an hour. If you aren’t ready, I’ll throw you on the airplane dressed like that.” The manager gave her a push and she skidded on the dance floor, but he snatched the tray from her hands before it could fall. He gave her a harsh look and she left with him following her as far as the bar where he dumped the tray.
“I’m going to talk to Siyandra about the blonde.” Nathanael jumped up and disappeared into the crowd.
Justin turned to look at Cooper but he was texting furiously, his two thumbs dancing over the tiny keyboard. He thought for a moment and decided it might be helpful to tell Purvis and Heath what was happening, so he took out his own cell phone and texted them. Maybe the manager was just a bossy, dominating boyfriend. But then again maybe he was more than that. Justin didn’t know but there was no way he was leaving the club until the mystery was solved.
* * * *
“Siyandra.”
“I can’t talk now, Nate, I’m on shift.”
He moved very close to her and said softly, “The manager just grabbed the blonde chick and told her she had to go to California with him in half an hour. She didn’t seem to want to go.”
“Miriam? Henk’s forcing Mim to go to California? Shit no.” Siyandra pushed her tray into Nate’s hands and hurried through the crowds to the bar, ducked under the hatch and raced up the stairs, along the hallway, and up the final flight of steps to the apartment. She banged on the door and it was opened immediately by a tearful Miriam.
“What the fuck’s going on?”
“Henk’s insisting I go to California with him. He was saying such strange things. He said the money I give him from my tips is just a pittance to him and I have to stay with him because I’m worth more as an advertisement. I don’t understand what he means and I don’t want to go. One day I’d like to be able to make a real life for myself here. Not in California. Here.”
Siyandra stared at Mim. “An advertisement? Do you go out to parties with him or something?”
“Never. I almost never leave the club. Only to buy fresh fruit occasionally. I’m giving him almost every cent I earn to pay off the debt.”
“If you’re not going out with him as a trophy I don’t understand why he says you’re an advertisement either. Unless he’s using pictures of you. Fuck! Is there a camera in the bathroom?”
A shaft of worry pierced Siyandra as she ran into the bathroom. Were men somewhere watching a video of her in the shower? She stood in the middle of the room, swiveling her head like crazy, trying to see everywhere at once, before realizing that was stupid. She moved to the far corner of the room, stood quite still, and looked carefully at every inch of the ceiling, then the wall, then the floor. Nothing, nothing, and nothing. She moved one step to her left and repeated her search, one more step, and another. It took her at least ten minutes to scan the entire room, but at the end of it she was convinced there was no camera, not even a pinhead one, in the ceiling, walls, or floor.
She walked back into the living room and grabbed one of the upright chairs and took it into the bathroom. First she looked all around the light fitting with the light on, then she repeated her actions with the light off. Finally she used the blade of a knife to unscrew the light fitting and look inside it. No camera. She laid the knife and the cover of the light fitting on the sink counter.
“I can’t find a camera I here, so I don’t know what Henk’s talking about either.”
“We haven’t checked the bedroom yet.”
Siyandra stared at Mim. “I suppose pictures of us getting undressed would be an advertisement, too. Good point.”
Mim started on one side of the room and she on the opposite side. The bedroom was a lot harder to search because of all the beds, nightstands and a couple of huge closets. One or the other of them was constantly crawling under beds, or pulling nightstands out from the wall. Siyandra even climbed up on the chair to check the top of the freestanding wardrobe. As soon as she looked at the light fitting, she found it. A tiny camera mounted on the top of the fitting, almost impossible to see against the bright glare of the light.
She climbed down and took her cell phone from her nightstand then motioned Mim to leave the room. Then Siyandra took video. She began at the doorway, then panned her cell phone to show all the beds, the walls, and finally the light fitting. She took a second or two to clearly feature each bed in the room, then walked slowly to the center of the room, climbed on the chair again and took a close up shot of the camera hidden in the light fitting.
She jumped off the chair and e-mailed the video to both Nathanael and Justin. “I feel like I should destroy the fucking thing, but destruction of private property is likely as much a crime as secretly filming people is,” she said.
“I can’t believe they’d do that to us. Yet I’m still indebted to Henk. He paid my ransom,” said Mim.
“Mim, I’ve been thinking about that. Have you ever seen a ransom note, or an account, or anything to indicate what Henk has said is true?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. When you came here you were likely shocked and distraught. Now you know Henk is not a completely honorable person. How do you know he’s told the truth? What evidence have you seen with your own eyes?”
“None. I always believed him. Why would he lie?”
Siyandra just stared at her. Off hand, she could think of a number of reasons why a man would lie to control a woman. She was pretty sure some of those reasons were obvious to Mim as well.
The door of the apartment crashed open, slamming into the wall and making her ears ring with the noise. Henk roared, “Where the fuck are you, bitch? I told you to be ready.”
Pounding feet c
ame toward them and Siyandra waved Mim to go into the bathroom. She stood still under the light, gripping the back of the chair, her heart pounding like a drum and her knees knocking with fear. She wished she was still holding her cell phone so she could have dialed 911. Or her men. Well, it was just her and Mim. I can do this.
Chapter Eight
Nathanael’s cell phone buzzed and he took it out of his pocket. He wished Siyandra hadn’t run off but had to trust her that she knew what she was doing. It was a message from her with a picture. Her bedroom. Why was she videotaping her bedroom? Was she going to be lying sexily on her bed? His dick bounced happily at that thought, but there was no Siyandra in the picture just a passel of beds and other furniture. Then she showed him the light in ceiling. What for? It was just a light. Finally he saw the camera. “Holy shit. Someone’s been taping the women in bed!”
“What are you talking about?” asked Cooper.
“I’ve got it, too. Siyandra’s taken a picture of the women’s bedroom. There’s a camera in the light fitting,” said Justin.
But Cooper wasn’t looking, he was answering his own cell phone. She must have sent it to all of them. But Cooper turned to them and said, “Heath wants us. Let’s go.”
For a moment Nathanael felt angry. Why would Heath demand they leave and go home now? It wasn’t late and Siyandra had sent them that video for a reason. She might need them. But Cooper was already heading for the door and Justin was following him. In this instance Cooper was his Alpha and he needed to obey. However, he couldn’t stop thinking about Siyandra.
It wasn’t until they were walking up the stairs that Nathanael stopping thinking long enough to realize they weren’t leaving. Heath was taking them to the rooms upstairs. Maybe even to Siyandra’s room. Is that what this was all about? They went into a room that wasn’t a room. It led to another staircase. By then they could hear shouting and started running.
Siyandra was trying to protect the blonde woman, and the manger was dragging them both out of the bedroom toward the door of the apartment.
Nathanael wanted to do something, but wherever he tried to move could cause the women to be hurt. He bounced up and down on his toes, stepping to the right and the left, his chest filling with panic, but there was nothing he could do to help that mightn’t make things worse for Siyandra.
The man dragged the two women past a wooden upright chair. Siyandra lunged, grabbed the chair with one hand, and swung it at the man’s middle. The blonde stepped back at exactly the right time, and the chair hit the man hard, causing him to bend over.
The blonde kicked at his legs and he lost his balance. With a yell, Siyandra bashed him over the head with the chair. He sagged farther, no longer attempting to control the women. The blonde gave a vicious kick to his shins, and Siyandra plumped her full weight down on his back.
Behind him Justin clapped and cheered. Nate himself was too stunned to move or speak.
Then Nathanael heard Cooper saying as calmly as anything, “Dan, we’ve caught a human trafficker. Can you come take him to jail please?”
It seemed like hours and hours later before he could hold Siyandra in his arms and demand she come home with them. Heath and Purvis insisted on bringing the blonde woman as well, so Okapi arrived with a second car so they could all fit in.
“No more adventures. You’re to stay home on the farm safely with us,” said Nathanael.
“Oh, I don’t know. I learned how to do a lap dance. I think the three of you might appreciate my new skills.”
“You can give lap dances?” gasped Justin.
Nathanael’s cock was so hard he worried it would break his zipper trying to get out. “A lap dance sounds good.”
* * * *
Siyandra watched as they set three straight-backed chairs in a row. She’d put on her highest heels, and was still dressed in her uniform, but she took off her Lycra panties and replaced them with a sheer lace pair. She also tugged her top down a little lower than she’d worn it for work.
Justin found some music and started it playing as she sashayed in front of them doing her best imitation of Aimee. She wiggled and teased, showing them her ass and her inner thighs, bending low enough she was certain they’d see her nipples.
“Patrons are not permitted to touch the dancer. You must place your hands under your thighs,” she instructed them, and waited while they obeyed her.
She straddled Rick, careful not to touch his legs as she personalized her dance for him. She knew he liked her breasts so she made sure he got a really good look at them. And when she slid off his knee she stroked his cock, acting like she didn’t notice she’d touched it. It was a thick line in his pants. He was hot and hard.
Siyandra moved to Nathanael, giving him plenty of looks at her ass, casting a cheeky grin over her shoulders at him as she did. His legs were wide part so she lightly touched his inner thighs she climbed off him and moved to Justin.
She’d already used up all the moves she’d learned, so she pressed her breasts together and touched her sides, flipping her hair down her back and arching her spine as she danced on Justin.
Apparently the men had run out of patience. Justin grabbed her and pulled her blouse off, unsnapping her bra and burying his face between her breasts.
Nate was behind her and he tugged at her lace panties so hard they ripped and slid off down her leg. “Sorry,” he mumbled, biting her ass cheeks. She was pretty sure he wasn’t sorry at all, but she didn’t really mind anyway.
In a nanosecond her skirt was gone and Justin’s pants were unzipped. He thrust his cock inside her cunt and it felt so good she shivered with delight. “That’s wonderful. I’ve missed you all so much.”
“We’ve missed you, too.” Nate’s fingers were in her ass, rubbing slippery gel into her tissues and opening her up, ready for him. She turned her head to the side and Rick stood there naked, his cock in his hand. “Need some help with that?” she teased him. He moved closer and she cupped his balls, gently rolling them in her palm.
She was burning with the need to be fucked. She’d missed the men so much it was hard to believe she’d only been gone a couple of days. It felt like weeks since she’d been in their bed, since the three of them had joined together to fuck her. She’d missed eating with them and talking to them about their day at work. She’d missed typing Rick’s notes and knowing she was helping him in his role as CEO of Cooper’s Farm, even if it was only in a very small way.
But she was really glad Mim was free now. It’d be weeks or months before all the story was revealed, but Mim was free now to live the life she chose to live. Although Siyandra wondered if Heath and Purvis planned to be involved in her future. She’d never once seen them as intent on a woman as they’d been on Mim.
But right now Nate was pushing his cock into her ass. Her tissues were stretching wider and wider, opening to take all her men at once. She guided Rick’s cock into her mouth, tipped her head back, and swallowed him. Damn, it felt good to have them all inside her where they belonged. She was possessed, fulfilled. They were a family again.
She let Rick out a little way so she could nibble on the side of his shaft just under the ridge in a way she knew always drove him wild. She recognized the touch of his fingers tugging on her nipples. The thumb on her clit she knew was Justin’s, and the palms stroking her thighs were Nate’s.
Each of her men was a distinct individual and she wanted and needed them all. Rick with his salt-and-pepper hair, his smart mind, and his innate sense of honor and purpose. Justin with his blond hair, blue eyes, and lighthearted spirit. And Nate with his black hair, brown eyes, and need to plan and organize them all. Each man brought his own touch, heart, and wisdom to their little family and she wouldn’t be complete without every one of them in her life.
The men were driving deep and hard inside her now, and her body was bouncing with the power of their thrusts. Her clit was pressing down onto Justin and her ass was raised up, the cheeks held apart by Nate. Rick helped her control his
cock because she needed one hand to hang on tightly to Justin. The chair was bouncing with the power of their fucking.
The orgasm raced through her fast and furious. There was no chance of her holding on this time, her need was too great. But the men were with her all the way. “Ahhhh,” she groaned as she came, her body shaking as the orgasm roared up from the tips of her toes through her trunk, to explode out the top of her head. In that instant her mouth, cunt, and ass were filled with cum, each of the men only waiting for her release before unleashing his own.
“Mate with us now, Siyandra. You know we love you,” urged Nate.
“I love you so much. I can’t bear to ever be part from you again,” said Justin before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“I’d be honored if you’d accept my love and adoration. I never thought to have the privilege of mating, and you complete my life,” whispered Rick.
Tears welled in her eyes and she had to sniff them away. “Of course I’ll mate you. I love you all, too, so very much.” Siyandra kissed Justin, Rick, and Nate. Her men. Her family. Her future.
THE END
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Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?” So she did.
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