Brown, Berengaria - Future Revealed [Embrace the Future 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Berengaria Brown

  They stopped under cover of the trees, but it was obvious no one was there. The fire was still left as it had been, though had burned out long ago, but they hadn’t hidden it or scattered the ashes. Apart from that, there was nothing to show where they’d been but some crushed grass and plants. Pagan was glad they’d taken the empty beer bottles with them. He’d been going to pick them up if they hadn’t.

  Silently they turned around and walked back to the delivery truck, walking carefully and not talking, but without the intense concentration on silence they’d had the previous evening. Pagan waved to both Koby and Ruby to stay out on the track, while he climbed into the van. Pagan winced at the sound the engine made when he started it. He carefully moved the van out from under the tree and opened the sliding door so they could put the fuel cans in the back and pack up their bedding.

  “We’ve still got more than half a tank of gas, but let’s fill it up anyway, seeing we’re moving the cans,” he suggested. Ruby handed him a funnel, and he and Koby topped up the tank while she finished tidying up the inside of the van.

  Pagan drove on down the track, and they all watched carefully for signs the motorcycles had come that way, but there were no tire tracks, overturned stones, or damaged plants, so they were hopeful they were alone once again. Pagan could tell Koby hadn’t relaxed though.

  Three hours later, they found another abandoned farm, with no signs anyone had been near it since the owners had left. Nonetheless Pagan left the van hidden in a barn, parked beside a huge tractor with a harvester in there as well.

  The people had opened their gates to let the animals out before they’d left, but some hadn’t gone far. A group of sheep and two cows were in a nearby field, and chickens flapped around the area near the barn.

  “I wish we could take those sheep and cows to the village,” sighed Ruby.

  “Yeah, milk and meat for the kids,” agreed Pagan.

  “If we could find a truck to transport them in…” began Koby.

  “Or even a trailer we could tow behind our van,” added Pagan. “We could make a mesh roof to protect them.”

  “Do you really think so? It’d mean so much to the village. And we could drink the milk ourselves over winter,” said Ruby.

  Pagan laughed.

  “Well, let’s see what we find here first. You have a shopping list remember.” That was Koby in his bossy voice. Pagan grinned more widely and led the way into the farmhouse.

  Ruby went straight to the kitchen and began opening doors. Some shelves had been cleared, but there were a lot of things left. Bags of pasta, cans of food, rows of spices. Koby went to look for something to put the food in, while Pagan helped Ruby load what she wanted onto the kitchen counter.

  “Some of this stuff isn’t even up to its ‘best before’ date. They can’t have been gone long,” he said.

  “We must check the bathroom for condoms then,” said Ruby.

  Pagan laughed and opened the drawers to look inside.

  “Oh, chocolate cookies,” said Ruby, adding three packets to the pile of goods on the counter.

  Koby came back with a plastic crate, which Pagan helped him fill, while Ruby kept looking around, and then they left it there and went into the bathroom. Toilet paper, soap, and shampoo were gathered, but there were no condoms.

  They took a few items of clothing from one of the bedrooms, and Pagan grabbed a big boxed jigsaw from the living room.

  “Betcha some pieces are missing,” said Koby.

  Pagan just laughed. He’d still enjoy doing it during the long, boring winter nights.

  They took their haul out to the van then looked through the various sheds. One barn had some bags of grain, evidently meant as food for the animals. “If we can find a way to transport them, we’ll take all that,” said Koby.

  “We’ll need to take water for them for the journey, too, and straw for them to sit on,” said Ruby.

  “The water will be tricky. It’ll have to be on the floor of the truck, and I bet they kick it over,” said Pagan.

  “If we can’t find a vehicle to transport them, it’s all moot anyway,” said Koby.

  “Always the worrier. We’ll figure out something.” Pagan really believed that. He wasn’t sure what, but something would come to him. And in the very next barn, there it was. A big old truck with tray that could be lowered to the ground so the items—or animals—could walk onto it and be lifted into the body of the vehicle.

  “Score!” said Pagan delightedly.

  “It might not work,” warned Koby.

  “So we’ll fix it,” said Pagan.

  Ruby opened the truck door and climbed inside. As with most farms, the keys were in the ignition. The engine made a grinding noise but didn’t start. “Just a flat battery. We can jump start it if they don’t have a charger. But I bet there’s a charger lying around somewhere. Likely back in the barn with the tractor and harvester. I’ll go look.”

  Pagan watched her run off, while Koby lifted the hood to look at the engine. Pagan went round the back and worked out how to raise and lower the tray. Of course it wouldn’t work until the battery was charged, but he could see how it functioned.

  Within ten minutes, Ruby was back, pushing a rather wobbly wheelbarrow with a charger and a bunch of other things in it.

  “I brought everything I thought you might need,” she puffed.

  “We’ll have to push the truck over to the house so we can get power from their generator anyway,” said Koby.

  “Nope, this is a portable one,” she said, waving at the wheelbarrow.

  “You found a portable generator?” Pagan couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

  “There were two of them actually. We ought to take them when we go home.”

  “Hell yes!”

  Pagan and Koby concentrated on setting the charger up, getting the generator going, and congratulating Ruby, who’d found it all and even brought a can of fuel in the wheelbarrow.

  Dammit, the woman was an absolute treasure both in and out of bed.

  * * * *

  They’d collected quite a number of crates of supplies to take home so had to rearrange things in their van before there was enough space to lay out their mattress and bedding. Koby and Pagan risked cooking a hot meal over a tiny fire in the back corner of the barn while Ruby sorted out their bed.

  As soon as the meal was cooked and hot coffee prepared, Koby smothered the fire. “We could smell the motorcyclists’ fire from a way off, so other people could smell this, too,” he said in a worried tone.

  “Yes, but we heard them first and were quite close. There’s been no one anywhere near here,” said Pagan reassuringly.

  Ruby smiled. She loved both of these men, Koby for his incessant concern for them all and Pagan for his no-nonsense, relaxed attitude. “It’s pretty obvious no people have been here since the owners left, and that’s maybe only a year or so ago, judging from the dates on the cans of food. There’s no signs this place has ever been attacked either. It’s well off the highway, pretty much hidden really. I wonder why they left.”

  “It may be supplies for their farm were becoming hard to source. There are only about a dozen bags of feed for the animals. That’ll be enough to see the few animals we might appropriate through winter—if we’re able to take them back with us—but it wouldn’t have been enough for all their herds in the past,” said Koby.

  Ruby nodded. “That makes sense. Also, with so few people about, likely they wanted to be part of a community, too.”

  “You really miss other people, don’t you, sweet?” asked Pagan.

  Ruby thought for a moment and tried to answer completely honestly. “A lot of the time, I don’t. I’m perfectly happy just being with both of you. But sometimes I long to talk to another woman, or just to chat with a group, to experience other people’s thoughts and ideas. I hadn’t realized how lonely I was growing until we spent those few days with the people from the village.”

  “The exchange of new and different i
deas is what I miss. Because we’re together so much, all our experiences are in common. Talking with other people opens our minds to new things. But we have too much to lose if things go wrong,” said Koby.

  “Yeah. Basically we’d lose everything. Once a group found our warehouse, even if they didn’t kill us, chances are we’d die come winter without our food stocks. That’s why meeting Arthur’s people is so exciting,” said Pagan.

  “Why do you think those motorcyclists wanted to find the winery? I mean, I get there’d be lots of wine to drink, but do you think it had crops as well?” asked Ruby.

  She looked at the men. She’d been thinking about that on and off all day.

  “Likely it has some kind of home farm. Maybe they’ve heard it’s become a distributor of foods from manufacturers. I mean, these people from this farm had to be getting their food from somewhere, and I don’t reckon they’d travel more than a day or so to get it, do you?” asked Koby.

  “That makes sense. These people had fresh stuff and had to get it from somewhere. Well, I hope the winery has good security, that’s all. If they notice the scouting party, they can be prepared before the gang returns,” said Pagan.

  Once again, Ruby was reminded how fragile and dangerous life was for them and everyone else these days. She felt relatively secure there. The place was untouched. She felt secure in their warehouse, knowing they’d done everything possible to make themselves invisible and safe. Would she feel secure in the valley if they went there? Yes, she would. Those people had seen no outsiders in over fifty years.

  Abruptly she stood up. “It’s been a busy day, and we didn’t get much sleep last night. I’m going to bed.”

  “Sounds like a plan. But you’ll sleep better if we give you an orgasm first.” Pagan grinned at her. She grinned back. They always did give her an orgasm, or two. Falling asleep was never an issue with these two men around.

  Ruby climbed into the delivery van and sat on the mattress to remove her boots, socks, sweater, shirt, and bra, then stood up to take off her jeans and panties. By the time she was undressed, Koby was just piling his clothes on top of his boots, and Pagan’s clothing was scattered around, with him searching through the box for the condoms and lube.

  “I want to be on top tonight, instead of in the middle.”

  “All right. Pagan can be in the middle. I don’t mind you all piling on me,” said Koby, sitting down and spreading his legs.

  “Well, you’re big enough to take us.” Pagan was grinning as he presented his ass to Koby along with a tube of lube.

  Koby laughed and slapped Pagan’s butt.

  “Don’t hurt me,” role-played Pagan.

  Ruby sat back on her heels to watch them play. Koby was so serious a lot of the time, she loved it when they acted like this.

  “Are you going to be a good little slave then?” asked Koby.

  “Yes, Master.” Pagan waggled his ass then hissed as Koby inserted a thick finger inside him.

  The dialogue whipped back and forth as Koby prepared Pagan but stopped as soon as Pagan kneeled over Koby and lowered himself onto Koby’s lap. Ruby watched intently as Koby’s thick cock was absorbed inside Pagan’s body. Hot cream wet her inner thighs, and her belly clenched. Damn, that was the hottest thing ever, watching them do that. Imagining what Pagan was feeling while watching them, somehow, was almost as erotic as being fucked herself.

  Now it was her turn.

  Ruby crawled across the mattress and balanced her feet underneath her so she could climb on top of Pagan. He was just finishing rolling a condom over his cock as she arranged herself over his lap. Pagan held his cock at her entry, and she slid down over him, her brain still full of the images of Koby’s cock disappearing into Pagan’s ass. Now Pagan’s cock was in her pussy, held tightly within her walls, and she snuggled against Pagan’s chest while snaking her arms around his waist so she could place her palms flat on Koby’s solid sides, uniting the three of them.

  Using his powerful thigh muscles, Koby pushed up into Pagan. Pagan grunted and adjusted to the momentum so that both men powered upward together, and all Ruby needed to do was hang on and enjoy the sensations. It was a lot more than just Pagan sliding in and out of her pussy. Through her body, wrapped in the arms of the other two men, she could feel Koby’s muscles tensing and releasing. His arms were around her shoulders, while Pagan gripped her hips. The three of them were so closely linked together that every little body movement was communicated to them all.

  Ruby pressed her breasts into Pagan’s chest, rubbing against his solid bulk, enjoying the way his nipples pebbled at the movement. Her nipples were already as hard as stone, and now his were, too. She wondered about Koby’s nipples, but his front was glued to Pagan’s back, and besides, she doubted her arms were long enough to feel him there.

  Ruby lifted her head and kissed Pagan, tasting his mouth thoroughly then sucking on his tongue. Then she let go of Koby’s sides and pulled on his head to lower his mouth to hers. Once again she let her tongue dance with his, savoring his flavor. Even though they’d all eaten the exact same meal, the men always tasted slightly different to her. Just as they smelled slightly different, Koby more musky, Pagan slightly earthy. She loved their distinct differences. Their personalities, their individuality. She kissed them both again, pressing against Pagan as she did so and feeling his cock jerk inside her. Then, reluctantly, she leaned back so the steady fucking could resume its pace, a pace guaranteed to bring them all to orgasm before too long.

  Koby grunted and sped up, thrusting hard into Pagan, moving them all up and down increasingly fast. Pagan added his efforts to their lovemaking so that Ruby had to hold on tightly or she rather wondered if she’d bounce like a ball from the force of their strokes. Once again, she grabbed hold of Pagan’s waist, resting her head on his chest, then reaching farther and gripping Koby’s sides. He had the cutest little hollow just above his hip bones that made a perfect resting place for her hands.

  Her orgasm was building inside her now, coiling and growing with the passion of the men’s actions. Pagan’s chest was sweaty against hers, and she could feel perspiration on Koby’s back, too. Lifting all of them up and down like that must place considerable stress on even his powerful thighs, despite the help he got from Pagan.

  Ruby dug her fingernails into Koby, knowing he enjoyed the slight bite of pain as he approached his climax. Then she tightened her internal muscles on Pagan’s cock and rotated her pelvis in a figure eight, making sure her butt slid across his sweaty thighs as she did. Both men groaned, but she couldn’t concentrate any longer. Pagan’s cock had touched her G-spot, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself screaming in delight.

  She leaned forward to get some pressure on her clit, and when Pagan slammed into her, she flew apart, her entire body clenching and releasing as the explosion roared through her. Ruby relaxed against Pagan. He gripped her hips harder and powered up inside her much faster now, but still in time with Koby, who had caught the urgency. After three strokes, or maybe four—her brain was too fried to count properly—there was a burst of heat deep inside her and a groan from Koby. Both men had come, too. Ruby closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying these few moments of intense pleasure, a time out of the troubles and dangers of the world they inhabited, just to enjoy being with these two men she loved so much.

  * * * *

  Pagan woke early the next morning and quietly left his sleeping lovers to wash and dress in the barn. Carefully looking and listening to check for danger, he ventured out in the farmyard. His first stop was the truck they’d found. He and Koby had tried hard to muffle the slight noise of the generator and charging battery, using layers of hessian and bundles of straw, both of which they planned to take with them in the truck when they left. Hopefully tomorrow. He longed to know if the battery was charging properly, but it really needed a few more hours. He let his gaze wander around the storage shed while he thought about the animals.

  They’d never kept animals before. Sometimes the
y’d killed a sheep or half a dozen chickens, and taken them back to the warehouse and preserved them to have some meat over winter. But keeping meat meant either smoking it or salting it, both very labor-intensive and time-consuming tasks. Having chickens not only meant fresh eggs, it also gave them fresh meat whenever they wanted it. Well, within reason. If they ate all the chickens, that’d be that of course.

  But animals not only needed straw for their beds and grain to eat, they needed water. Also, chickens liked to fly around a little and splash in a pond. Pagan screwed up his nose as he thought. We’ve never even drained the fourth swimming pool. We could somehow partition off the sixth one for the animals. We’d have to make a ramp up to it though. The chickens could fly, but the cow and sheep would need a built up step or something so they could drink.

  “Wood maybe for a ramp, wire for a fence, mesh to stop the chickens flying into our vegetable crops. The hessian can go between the wire to make a better defined fence. What else?”

  Muttering softly, Pagan looked in the other barns, noting things that might be useful, measuring them with his eyes to ascertain whether they’d fit in the truck with the animals and the two generators and fuel for them all. “Lots of stuff,” he sighed.

  “Talking to yourself, my friend,” said Koby, coming up to him and slinging his arm over Pagan’s shoulders.

  “Just thinking about what we need to bring for the animals.”

  “A hell of a lot of stuff. I really don’t know that this idea will work.”

  “Well, if it doesn’t, we’ll kill them, bury them in the snow, and just dig them up to eat as we need them,” said Pagan insouciantly.

  Koby laughed. “If you’re thinking of that much food, it must be breakfast time,” Koby replied. They turned toward the barn where their van was hidden and walked back.