Lena's Happily Ever After [The Town of Pearl 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  As she thrust her ass back against Blake’s fingers, she began to ride his digits as she sucked on Quinn. Up and down, up and down, she absorbed Quinn’s scent. Blake’s big, thick fingers made tiny vibrations release through her body.

  Quinn grabbed her head, held it steady, and then began to thrust slowly upward, meeting her. It became too much. All the heavy breathing, the sounds of the bed squeaking, and their words of pleasure as she engaged in the best and only oral sex she’d ever engaged in.

  “Fuck, Lena, that’s it, baby. I’m almost there. Fuck!” Quinn yelled as Blake pressed his fingers in and out of her pussy then suddenly pressed a wet finger to her puckered hole. She tightened up.

  “Easy, baby, I’m not going to hurt you. Ain’t you ever been fucked in the ass, honey?” Blake asked as he rotated his finger then pressed in and out of both her pussy and her ass.

  “Fuck, Blake!” Quinn yelled then exploded inside of Lena’s mouth. She licked and sucked on him best she could with Blake teasing her ass and pussy.

  She felt the tightness in her belly as she released Quinn’s cock. Blake wrapped an arm around her waist as he pulled his digits from her body. He lifted her then spread her thighs so that Kenny could play with her pussy next.

  “Oh God no, Kenny, I can’t,” she pleaded.

  “You can,” Blake and Quinn stated firmly as Kenny lowered to his belly, spread her pussy lips, and ate at her cream.

  Blake kept his arm tight around her midsection as he kissed her on the mouth. Quinn began to lick and suck her breasts, and she knew she was going to come.

  “Oh please, I’m coming.”

  “Not yet. Not until I tell you,” Kenny yelled.

  “What?” she asked, shocked at his words.

  “This is our body, Lena,” Blake whispered in her ear then licked and nibbled the lobe.

  “Oh God, I can’t hold it. Please, Kenny, Please!” she begged.

  Kenny licked along her pussy then pressed two fingers inside of her. He thrust them in and out, and she tightened up, waiting for his command. She had no idea why or what came over her.

  “Hold it, Lena, hold it and it will be amazing for you,” Blake whispered as he licked and teased her neck making it harder to resist the urge to come. She tried to pull away only to have Quinn pull her nipple.

  “Oh darn it, please, Kenny. Please let me come.” She screamed in anger.

  “Now, Quinn,” Kenny stated, and Quinn pressed his finger to the top of her pussy as he pulled her nipple hard and twisted lightly.

  “Oh!” Lena screamed as her entire body exploded like nothing she ever felt before. She thrust against Kenny’s fingers, not caring about anything in the world but her release.

  The aftershocks while Blake licked along her neck, biting slightly harder against her skin as Quinn licked and nipped at her nipples made her shake and go limp in Blake’s arms.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Kenny told her as he leaned forward and held her face between his hands. His dark green eyes sparkled. He had made a demand on her, and she’d obeyed.

  He kissed her then helped Blake adjust her body as he lay with her under the covers.

  Chapter 10

  Lena took a shower and got dressed. She was tired but felt happier than she could ever remember. Blake, Quinn, and Kenny had stayed with her until early this morning then left so she could rest. They hadn’t even had sex, and yet she felt so attached to them and connected. As she dried her hair and applied some lip gloss, she wondered if it would even help to use some cover-up on her bruised cheekbone and eye.

  Probably not.

  She glanced at the clock. Blake wanted to pick her up and drive her to his parents’ house, but it really wasn’t that far away from the cottage. The sun was shining bright, and it was a beautiful day outside, so she told him that she would walk.

  She put on the sexy purple panties and bra set that Kenny and Blake had picked out along with the purple sundress she had on when they entered the store. It felt light and comfortable and wasn’t too revealing, which is how she really liked to wear her clothing.

  Grabbing the small bag, she placed her keys into it along with her lip gloss and brush then headed outside. She looked at the two dirt roads in front of her. To the right led off of the ranch and into town, and to the left led straight toward the horse training stables and the main house. She couldn’t wait to see the inside of the Joneses’ place. It looked so big.

  “Where are you going all dressed up?”

  She turned toward Bryant’s front porch and saw him standing there with no shirt on and taking a swig from a bottle.

  Damn it to hell. He hadn’t been drunk since she started working at his place. What the hell was wrong with him?

  “Up to the main house. You want to come with?” she asked then smiled.

  He snorted then took another slug of the liquid in the long, big bottle. It had to be hard stuff because it sure didn’t look like a beer bottle to her.

  “You got the stuff I left for you yesterday?” she asked, placing her hand slightly in front of her eyes to block the rays of sun pushing through the thick, large tree.

  “Tasted like shit so I threw it out,” he told her, and she felt the sting of the insult straight to her heart. He sure was acting like a complete asshole.

  “What’s wrong with you? Why are you drinking?” she asked as she walked closer to the front porch. She could see that he hadn’t shaved or taken a shower, and the smell of whiskey was strong from where she now stood a mere few feet away from him.

  He held her gaze, and she could see the bloodshot eyes and exhaustion on his face. She felt bad for him and wished she knew how to help him.

  “Ain’t nothing wrong with me.”

  “You look tired, Bryant. Did you have trouble sleeping last night?” she asked in a calming tone.

  He snorted then stared at her as he let the bottle tap against his thigh.

  “Kind of hard to sleep when all I could hear last night was you screaming like a banshee as my brothers fucked you.”

  She felt her jaw drop and immediately the tears reached her eyes.

  She had to reign in her emotions. He was drunk and purposely trying to get rid of her. She wasn’t stupid.

  “Not that’s it’s any of your business, soldier boy, but your brothers weren’t fucking me, as you put it. I’m not quite ready for that type of commitment.”

  He took a leap off the steps and landed a foot in front of her. He looked her over with his green, bloodshot eyes. He reeked of booze, and she scrunched up her nose the closer he got.

  “It sure as hell sounded like they were fucking you.”

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest and took a deep breath. He gave a shit about her. She just knew it. Well, she could be insulting and hit a few of his buttons, too.

  She gave his body the once-over.

  “If you were so interested, you should have come over and joined us. That is what you all do around here isn’t it?”

  He dropped the bottle and grabbed her by her upper arms before pulling her against him.

  He looked down at her. Her heart raced, wondering what this psycho was going to do to her. She’d pushed him too far. What the hell was I thinking messing with a Marine?

  His grip was hard as his eyes bore into hers from above.

  “You deserve better than that. You should be spread out on a bed of roses and made loved to, not fucked like some whore.”

  Her chest tightened. She wasn’t a whore. She hadn’t had sex with them. Well, not technically, anyway.

  “Well, I didn’t have sex with them. We fooled around, Bryant. As a matter of fact, it was all very new to me and quite enjoyable. Maybe if you stopped drinking and shaved those whiskers off your face, you’d be more appealing?”

  He shoved her away from him and kicked the bottle on the ground before walking up the steps.

  “Go do whatever with them. I don’t give a shit.”

  “Sure you don’t, soldier boy. Hey, I’l
l be over later to fix your dinner.”

  “Don’t bother. I won’t be here. You can spend the night with my brothers.”

  He slammed the door closed, and she stared at it a moment in shock.

  “What the hell just happened?”

  She turned and headed toward the main house, trying to compose herself again. She felt angry, insulted, but also proud for not backing down from him and, damn it, a little turned on. Had he really heard her last night? She covered her mouth and giggled as she felt her cheeks warm.

  Last night was amazing, and she sure did look forward to more nights like that one. However, she couldn’t lead Blake, Kenny, and Quinn on. They wanted to make a commitment to her. Even if she were attracted to Bryant, she couldn’t force their relationship to mend. He needed time, and maybe it was out of her control.

  * * * *

  Abigail was laughing along with Stacy, Lena, and Anna as Stacy told them about her baby, Hope, getting an upset stomach last week along with her men’s reactions.

  “It was so funny. We were all in bed and I was holding Hope, trying to stop her from fussing, when she made that gurgling sound,” Stacy stated with a giggle.

  “Oh boy, don’t I remember that sound,” Abigail replied.

  “Well sure enough just as she began to get sick, both Max and Eric jumped up out of bed and went running clear out of the bedroom and into the hallway.”

  “No?” Anna asked in shock.

  “Hell yeah they did. They abandoned ship and looked like they were scared out of their minds. The funniest part is that baby Hope didn’t get sick, she just spit up a little ol’ bit.”

  They laughed about the story, and Abigail saw Lena smiling.

  She watched as Lena smiled toward baby Hope.

  “She is so beautiful, Stacy,” Lena stated.

  “Why thank you. Do you like babies?” Stacy asked.

  “I used to babysit a lot in my apartment complex for money back in Detroit.”

  “Really. That’s wonderful.”

  “Do you have any siblings?” Abigail asked Lena.

  Lena reached up and gently touched her bruised cheek.

  “No. I was an only child.”

  “As we were telling you before, Stacy and I are both from New York,” Anna chimed in.

  “So we understand the whole shock of moving from the city to the country,” Stacy added.

  “Oh my God, I remember when I first arrived in Pearl and then went to the Triple C Ranch. Boy did the size of the men intimidate me. They grow them big out here,” Anna stated.

  “Wyatt is very big. I guess it took some time to get used to?” Abigail added.

  “Everything around here took some time to get used to. Everyone was so friendly and nice I wasn’t sure if I could trust them or not. I came from an abusive household, Lena,” Anna offered, and Abigail watched Lena’s eyes widen.

  “Really?” Lena asked.

  “Yeah, and besides that, she was on the run from New York gangsters out to abduct her and prostitute her out to pay back her father’s gambling debt,” Stacy added.

  “Oh my God, they followed you out here?” Lena asked.

  “Sure did. It was not a happy time in my life,” Anna added.

  “You did meet Wyatt, Charlie, and Ben and fall in love,” Abigail said with a smile.

  “Of course,” Anna said then smiled wide.

  “I was scared out of my mind about the entire ménage relationship thing around Pearl. But it just kind of happened. I love the three of them so much,” Anna stated.

  “Well then you all should start working on having a baby,” Stacy teased as she cradled baby Hope in her arms.

  “You know I want to try and open up my own business. I’m still trying to get the funding,” Anna added.

  “What type of business are you opening?” Lena asked.

  Stacy and Abigail chuckled.

  “She’s not sure yet,” Stacy told Lena.

  “Well, I want to open a business that helps people, mainly women like myself who were alone, abused or just down and out and need some help getting back on their feet again. Maybe something that can offer them work, lodging, and a chance to start a new life.”

  “That sounds great. Back in Detroit there were battered women shelters, but they had to pay for security because men would come looking for their women to get them back,” Lena told them.

  “No way. That is terrible,” Abigail stated.

  “It was really bad, and eventually the shelters closed. There wasn’t enough funding, and local government mandated that these women were to live in the regular shelters. Those were definitely terrible places,” Lena told them.

  “Did you live in a shelter?” Stacy asked.

  “For about two days when I was sixteen. But it was unsafe.”

  “How so?” Abigail asked.

  “Oh, there were all types of creeps, crooks, and bad people there. A lot of the workers were mean and some were even scouters.”

  “Scouters? What are those?” Anna asked.

  “Oh, those are either men or women that look throughout the shelters in the city for merchandise that can be taken and sold to the highest bidder or turned,” Lena told them.

  “I’m sorry, honey, I just don’t get what you mean.” Abigail looked at Lena and felt a tiny bit of anxiety.

  “I’m sorry, Abigail, I’m used to street talking sometimes, and I assume others know the lingo. Basically, there are people in the shelters looking to turn young women into hookers, sex slaves, or to star in some of the black market pornography videos.”

  Abigail gasped as she covered her mouth.

  “Holy shit,” Anna stated.

  “I second that,” Stacy added.

  “That must have been terrible, Lena. I had to run from two mob guys with connections everywhere. They wanted to turn me into a prostitute to pay my dad’s debt, and my dad gave me to them freely,” Anna said as the tears reached her eyes.

  “Oh God, that must have been terrible,” Lena told Anna then reached across the table to hold Anna’s hand.

  Abigail watched as Anna smiled.

  “It scared the hell out of me. I had nowhere to go but my best friend Stacy’s place here in Pearl.”

  “How the hell did you survive on your own, Lena?” Stacy asked.

  Lena let go of Anna’s hand.

  “I’ve been surviving on my own for years. Even when I lived in the apartment in Detroit with my mom, I was the one taking care of everything. She was drunk all the time and bringing in men. I had to get out of there before one of her boyfriends raped me.”

  “Oh good God no. Did they try that, Lena?” Abigail asked, horrified.

  “Sure did. It was after the third time when one of them actually broke down the door and attempted to rape me. He hit me with his belt, and I fought him off and screamed. My mother came in and he told her that I was showing off my large breasts to him and asking for sex. She believed him and that was it. I packed my stuff, the money I made from babysitting, and left.”

  “Oh that is terrible, Lena. I can understand how you must have felt. My dad was taking all the money I was making working double shifts in a restaurant and drinking and gambling it away,” Anna told Lena.

  “That’s why the mobsters went after you?” Lena asked, and Anna nodded.

  “Well, Stacy had some psycho CEO of the company she worked for stalking her,” Anna added, and Stacy chuckled.

  “I guess we have all had our share of creepy men coming after us,” Stacy said, then laughed.

  “Hey, I know we just kind of met and all but an idea just came to mind about a business for you, Anna,” Lena began to say.

  “What are you thinking?” Anna asked, sounding intrigued.

  “What if you opened a large bed-and-breakfast and women’s shelter? Something hidden somewhere on all the acres of land on the Triple C? Someplace where women who are on the run from abuse or neglect can come to seek safety and shelter? The bed-and-breakfast can have multiple cotta
ges like the ones on the estate here and women can work for lodging and food.”

  “How would we provide safety and shelter without advertising and risking detection?” Anna asked.

  “You would be surprised about how word on the streets can travel. There’s a special bond with most women when it comes to experiencing abuse. Look how easily you both got me to talk a little bit about some of my experiences living on the streets for the past four years.”

  “Four years?” Abigail asked in shock, and Lena nodded her head.

  Abigail was sitting right next to her as she leaned over and hugged Lena.

  Stacy and Anna chuckled.

  “You may just have a really great idea, Lena,” Anna said.

  Abigail released Lena and felt her entire heart ache for the young woman. She wondered what else she had experienced on the streets that she hadn’t shared.

  “You know, you both are involved with men in law enforcement. They could maybe provide some sort of security for the place and also maybe there could be a pretest-type thing to ensure that the women coming into Pearl looking for the shelter are legit. It would have to be something that wouldn’t necessarily scare them but make them see initially how safe and secure the shelter is. The bed-and-breakfast cottages could provide the income needed to support the women working there,” Lena told them.

  “I like it. I think this is a serious possibility,” Stacy exclaimed.

  “We would have to keep some sort of records on file so we could keep track of the women we helped and also receive government funding,” Anna added.

  “Lena knows a bunch about computers. You should see how efficient she made the system at Doc’s office. Sarah and Lucy are thrilled and so are the patients,” Abigail told them.

  “That’s awesome, Lena. How did you learn about computers?” Stacy asked.