Feeling Lucky [Lucky, Montana 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Beverly Price

  He was so close, and she must have known it, as well, as she grabbed his balls and squeezed them in her hand and sucked him to the back of her throat. “Fuck,” was all he was able to get out as he came deep in her mouth. He grabbed her head and held her in place while he pumped like a madman into her mouth, making sure all his seed went down her throat. He pulled out of her mouth as she licked the overly sensitive tip, causing him to hiss right before Noah had reached around and pinched her clit, making her to throw her head back and scream her release, soon followed by Noah. Damn, she knew how to take all the energy out of both of them. Once everyone was sated, they sat naked on the couch to catch their breath. Then Sam was the first to speak, breaking him out of his thoughts.

  “Well, I’d say I feel a whole lot better now. How about you guys?” She giggled. Damn if he right then and there didn’t love this woman more and more.

  Chapter Twelve

  Noah could completely understand what Milo saw in Piper. She was sweet, kind, pretty, and she complimented Milo’s strong manner. She was a short little thing with flaming red hair that was pinned up on top of her head. And she was sporting a little collar that had a charm on it. He assumed that since it was a key that Milo had the lock or heart somewhere. He and Sydney thought about something like that for Sam, but it didn’t fit her or them. They had selected the horseshoe because of the various meanings behind it. Once everyone was introduced and drinks passed around to celebrate their new marriage, he, Sydney, and Sam went to walk around and watch a couple of the shows. Milo and Piper had disappeared not long after them. He had spoken to Milo about holding off the ceremony until everything was settled with the case. He didn’t want to put Piper on the target list of this nutcase. They ended up getting two undercover agents on the floor who could make enough splash they hoped the UNSUB would take the bait.

  Sam was sweet and submissive while on the floor with them. She didn’t speak with anyone unless she was asked a direct question, and even then she was very polite, though he knew she could be the total opposite. He loved her spiciness. If something pissed her off, he knew he would hear about it later in their bedroom. The night seemed to drag on to him, and it seemed it did for Sam as well. Sam had said good night to Milo and Piper before they headed up to their room for the night. He and Syd had it planned out earlier that they would play some together and then split the night so there was always one of them on the floor to help monitor for any issues. Something was amiss, and he’d had a bad feeling all night. Normally he would have heard something by now, or at least an attempt would be made following the UNSUB’s patterns. There weren’t any new club members here tonight, so maybe it was just his paranoia, but the sooner he got Sam into their room, the better.

  Noah watched as Sam’s shoulders relaxed a bit once they were in the elevator. She seemed more tired than normal, but he assumed it had to do with the grand opening of the spa and still trying to get everything squared away. He was so grateful that he had Syd to help with the opening of the bar. But then again, the bar was more about paperwork to be filled out and drinks poured than actually training people and helping people look better than before, and to top it off she made all the products they used. She didn’t start moving items to a distributing warehouse until next month. Looking at her, he knew exactly what she needed. Silently taking her hand into his, he led her into the bedroom.

  Sydney must have been on the same page as he walked right into the bathroom and started to fill the giant-size Jacuzzi tub for her.

  “Princess, why don’t you soak in the tub for a bit, and then Syd and I can give you a massage to help you relax,” he said.

  “Really? Oh, that sounds perfect. Thank you so much. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked him.

  “No, baby, not at all. How about I get us some champagne and strawberries, to celebrate your opening of the spa, and we’ll just spend the night in,” he said as he kissed the top of her head. She nodded and sat on the bed as he removed her boots. Sydney came out a couple minutes later and helped her remove her dress. Scooping her up, Syd carried her into the bathroom for her bath. Noah walked over to the phone to call for room service but then thought against it. There was just too much at stake for him to let someone know where he was right now. He really didn’t trust anyone at this point. A moment later, Sydney came out of the bathroom one Sam short.

  “Hey, man, I’m going to go down and get the drinks and stuff for our girl. I don’t want to use the phone. Something feels off tonight,” he said as he pulled out his cell phone from a drawer and put it in his pants pocket.

  “Okay, I’m glad I wasn’t the only one. It felt like someone was watching us all night. I don’t know, man, but I feel like we are being played, and I don’t like it a bit. But go down and get the treats for our girl. Oh, and get her those little chocolate things she likes so much. It could only earn us some brownie points.” He snickered as Syd sat down at the desk, starting up his laptop while he walked out the door.

  Sydney had the same feeling, and it was enough to make him on edge. He had wished he was allowed to pack a gun, but it was against club rules while participating in club events. However, he and Noah were allowed to carry while patrolling, or if the situation was deemed necessary. He knew where they were located if he needed one, but his was actually locked in the gun case under the bed. As soon as Noah left, he let his computer load up and went to retrieve the gun. He could still hear Sam splashing slightly in the tub, so he knew he had some time. She could be in there from a half hour to a whole hour. He smiled at the thought of the last time he took a bath with her. It was nice to just sit and relax while holding her. Quickly he washed away that thought and checked his gun to make sure it was loaded, placing it on the small drawer of the desk. As he loaded up the computer, his screen scanned over the various rooms of the club. He had made sure he had remote access to the club’s security camera so he was able to monitor it twenty-four-seven, no matter where he was. Everything seemed okay. He saw Noah head toward the gift shop to pick up the chocolate for Sam before heading over to the bar to grab them a bottle of champagne. Noah would probably also grab ice from down the hall as he came in.

  As he watched the various people walking in and out of the club, he wished he had eyes inside. No cameras were allowed within the dungeon, but were, however, allowed by the doors and hallways. He suddenly heard Sam singing softly to herself along with the music he put on for her. He found she had a soft spot for oldies, and was currently singing along with “Build Me Up Buttercup” on the station. Then one of his screen panels started going static. He clicked a couple of keys to try to fix the reception. When he did, he finally got a picture. It was of the UNSUB. He knew he would slip up one day. He had snuck in somehow and was now rummaging through the office he and Noah had originally set up. He picked up his cell phone to call Noah, but he didn’t answer. Damn it! He knew the room phones didn’t work, as he had them disconnected because it was too easy to bug. Shit. He had to go and get him himself. Shit, Sam. Okay he could do this. He only had one chance. Noah should be back in a minute anyway. He walked over to the bathroom door and opened it to talk to Sam.

  “Hey, baby girl, I forgot something at the club, but Noah should be back in about five minutes okay. You just stay in the tub and relax for me, because you are going to need all your energy for what we have planned for you,” he said.

  She smiled up at him. “Okay, Sydney. I promise to soak in the super fancy tub and relax so you can take full advantage of me. And just because I can, I’ll let you both do it to me willingly,” she replied.

  “Oh, I sure hope so, baby. Okay, I’ll be back. Do not open the door for anyone. Only Noah and I have the key.”

  “Sure, sure. Now go and let me relax, silly boy, or I’ll be so tired that all I will do is lay there, and where is the fun in that?” She giggled and closed her eyes.

  Sydney smiled and then left, grabbing his gun, and headed out of the room, making sure the door latched and locked behind him before h
e ran down to the stairs to the two floors below him. As he opened the door to the stairwell, something hit him from behind and he could feel himself falling down the first flight of stairs before everything went black.

  * * * *

  Sam soaked in the tub enjoying the feeling of the jets on her body, making a mental note to add a new tub to her house. Music played softly from the small bathroom radio, and she hummed along with it absentmindedly. It hadn’t been that long when she heard the door open. Oh good, Noah was back. Maybe she could convince him to come scrub her back. She wanted to ask Sydney when he came in, but he said he forgot something. Which was odd because he didn’t bring anything. Maybe it was something in the office or with Milo and Piper. She was so glad that Piper liked her men. She laughed when Piper told her she knew it would take two men to tame her. Who knew she was right? She heard shuffling around the room and thought he must be putting the drinks on ice.

  “Hey, Noah, I’m having trouble reaching my back. Do you think you could come in here and help me scrub it?” she yelled through the door. The shuffling stopped, and then the door opened. Expecting to see Noah walk through the door, she never would have thought it was the bartender from downstairs. What was his name? Not really caring, she reached for the towel to cover herself.

  “What the hell? How did you get in here? You need to leave now. Noah and Sydney will be back in a minute,” she said as she scrambled to get away from this pervert.

  “Now, now, Samantha, is that was to talk to your new master?” he asked her with a twisted grin. He started to approach her, and she jumped out of the tub, slipping a little on the floor, but soon regained balance. She backed up, looking for something to use as a weapon, but couldn’t find anything.

  “You stay the fuck away from me, you sick freak. I have no master. I am, however, dating Noah and Sydney. Now unless you want me to rearrange your nuts so you can brush your teeth with them, I would leave the same way you came in.” However, this time he laughed, and it was a laugh that sent a shiver down her spine and made her sick. That was when she figured it out. He was the guy everyone was looking for.

  “I think this would be a whole lot easier if you just come with me, and I don’t have to use this,” he said as he pulled out a small syringe filled with something she didn’t want to find out about. “And don’t think about your men coming for you anytime soon. Well, I think Sydney will wake up at some point, but he’ll have one hell of a headache, and Noah, well, let’s just say I sent him on a wild goose chase, so I have plenty of time to play this cat and mouse game with you. But know this, Samantha, you will come with me one way or the other.” He sneered.

  Sam felt the bile rise to her throat, but as soon as she reached the counter, she found her stuff she’d put there while she got ready. That was when she felt it. Her hairspray, thank god for hair products. Grabbing it, she held it just right so he couldn’t see what she had and waited for the right moment to attack. He took another step in her direction, and she sprayed him right in the eyes sending him to the ground screaming in pain as he grabbed his eyes. Thank god for extra hold. Sam didn’t waste any time and took off running past him. She got to the door and flung it open. Not caring that she only had a towel on, she ran to the elevator. She hit the button, the damn thing wasn’t coming, and she could hear him yelling. Soon he was running out the door toward her. Not thinking twice, flight mode took over as she ran down the stairs. She got down a flight when she noticed she needed a key to enter each level. Her only hope was to continue running until she reached a door she could get into. She could hear him yelling at her as he, too, went flying down the stairs in her direction. That was when she saw it, an emergency exit. If she opened it an alarm would go off and people would come running to find out what was going on. Her hand finally made contact to push, but then she felt a sharp stab in her neck and a firm arm grab her waist. Using the last energy she could muster as things started to go fuzzy, she pushed the door open and the alarm sounded. Good, then someone could find her as the world dipped around her.

  * * * *

  Noah waited at the bar, wondering where David was. There was a new guy at the bar. He didn’t know this one. Okay, something definitely wasn’t right. He pulled out his phone and called Sydney first. It rang and then went to voice mail. That was weird. He then called Ryan.

  “Hey, Ryan, it’s Noah. Question for you, did you hire a new bartender? Really, you sure? Well I ask because there seems to be a new kid here now. No, I hadn’t asked who hired him. I figured that you could do that. Also, have you heard from Sydney? He isn’t picking up his phone. Yeah, sure, send security up and check on them, and I’ll stay here until you get here. Thanks, man.” And he hung up the phone. Within five minutes, Ryan showed up and they both went over to talk to the new bartender.

  Ryan started out by asking his name, which he found out was Steve, and he was hired by David. He told them that David had paid him in advance to work his shift tonight because he had an emergency to take care of and needed to leave town. The kid seemed scared shitless. Ryan soon sent him to another room until the cops showed up to question him further. Noah was getting ready to head out the door to have Syd do a search for David when Ryan’s phone rang.

  “Hello? What do you mean the room’s trashed? Was there anyone in the room? Wait, slow down, what do you mean you found him in a supply closest? Is he okay? Good, and the girl, is she okay? What? What do you mean she’s not there? Did you check everywhere? The emergency exit? Okay, call in reinforcements. We are going to need them. This has escalated a whole lot worse than I suspected. Yeah, thanks, keep me posted.” Noah could feel the blood drain from his face. Another sub was taken, damn it. But this time, he knew it had to be worse because Ryan came and sat next to him before he spoke.

  “Noah, they found Sydney in a closet with a nasty gash on the back of his head. He needs some stitches, which they are working on right now, but he is at least talking. But your room has been messed up. Sam’s not there. They can’t find her, but not that long ago, the stairwell emergency exit went off. We got some feed from the outside camera you have installed. It looks like your UNSUB is David, and now he has Sam. Noah, you need to know that she was unconscious when he carried her out. I’m really sorry, man.” Noah felt his world fall around him. The one thing he was trying to avoid had happened, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He needed to find her. Standing up on shaky feet, he ran to find Sydney and Milo, because between them, they would find her. They had to.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sam felt dizzy and off-kilter. Her mouth felt like sandpaper, and the smell of hay hit her nose. Where the hell was she? She opened her eyes to see she was lying on a small blanket in some sort of barn or stable. She had to stop and think about the last thing she did. She was taking a bath, the men went to go get drinks, and then… Oh my God. The bartender. She couldn’t remember his name. She had seen him at the club but never really paid him any mind. He was the crazy guy the men were after. She was really up shit creek without a paddle now. She found she could stand, but she had some sort of chain around her ankle that was attached to a spike in the ground. She tried to pull, but it didn’t move. She could hear a couple of whimpers from other stalls, and then the barn doors opened. She could hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming in her direction. Trying to look for something to use as a weapon, she found nothing. Damn it.

  Suddenly the stall door swung open, and the bartender was standing there was holding a bag and some sort of long stick.

  “Glad to see you’re awake. This is always so much more fun when I can hear you scream, but first I want to talk. I found out some interesting information about you, Samantha. Do the men know how volatile you really are? Do they know about Florida? Oh, I can tell by the shocked look on your face they don’t. Does anyone, or did they sweep it all under the rug? You were such a bad girl back then, too. You like being hit, don’t you? I watched you, you know, when Gunner spanked you. I know exactly why you didn’t like it. I
t wasn’t him. It was the fact that you like a rougher hand. How do your ribs feel, by the way? If I remember correctly, breaks hurt so much more when exposed to cold. Oh yes, Samantha, I know it all. You see, I have some friends in high places that can pull information when I ask. Women just need to know their place in society, and once you learn that you should be on your knees sucking cock or on your back given cock, everything will be just fine. But you see, Samantha, you are not going to get that life. These other little cows in the stalls next to you are going to be auctioned off. You, I’m sorry to say, are a thorn in my side and I can’t keep you around. Oh no, I’m not going to kill you tonight. Well, that’s not my goal anyway. I, however, like to play with the new toys. I figured the others need a break for the night. What do you say, Samantha? You wanna play with me?” Sam could feel the bile finally reach her throat as she threw up all over the ground. She felt for once in her life that she may not make it out of this one.

  He had to bring up Florida. She knew he had to have someone in big places because everything was buried. Just the thought of it made her want to vomit again. The vision of that terrible night clouded her mind.

  She had been working late and was finally finished getting all his accounts settled when she picked up her purse to head home. Turning to say good-bye to her boss, she found he was right behind her as he placed his hand on her shoulders. He had done this many times before. She found he was a touchy feely person, sometimes too much, but she was normally able to just override it. However, tonight his hand started to roam down to her breast. She jumped backward to avoid him.