Salvation [Slick Rock 15] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  It was time to get their woman back.

  * * * *

  Carly knew her reprieve was over when she saw Scott lower his arms and push up to his feet. The only good thing about the time he’d been cowering on the floor was his deflated cock. Hopefully, now that he was flaccid he wouldn’t try and rape her.

  Her breath hitched in her throat when he took a step toward her and then another, and another. With each step he took, his cock grew, and she knew she wasn’t going to be left untouched.

  “Where have you been, baby? I was looking for you everywhere.” Scott sat on the side of the bed, ran a hand down over his scarred chest, and then began to stroke his hand up and down his dick.

  She decided that, hopefully, by playing along with the man, he would come to his senses. “I was here the whole time, honey. Where did you go? Why did you handcuff me to the bed?”

  He tilted his head, his eyes running up and down her body as she scooted down the mattress, putting as much space between them as she could. Once she was lying down with her hands secured above her head, she tugged, drawing his gaze to her tethered wrists.

  “I didn’t do that,” Scott snarled angrily as he glanced about the room. “Where is he?”

  “Who?” Carly asked tremulously.

  “Shaun,” he shouted. “He did this to keep you from me.”

  Carly totally lost it at the mention of her brother on his lips.

  “You fucking killed him, you bastard. You are going to rot in prison for the rest of your life,” she screamed.

  Scott rolled over the top of her, pinning her with his weight. She was about to buck and kick, but she froze when she felt the cold, hard barrel of the gun press into the side of her head.

  He pressed a leg between her knees and forced her legs apart, and then he shoved his hard dick against her pussy. Carly gagged and screamed as she twisted and bowed, trying to throw him off of her, but nothing she did worked. When she felt his dick brush against her bare, dry folds, she shrank away from him mentally. In her mind she saw the loves of her life when they smiled at her and hugged her.

  They were her salvation and, if she survived this, would be again.

  * * * *

  Ridge’s heart stuttered when he heard Carly scream as Luke kicked the door open. He and Damon rushed inside, weapons drawn and ready to fire. They rushed across the small living area into the bedroom. He followed, and his knees nearly buckled when he saw that Scott was on top of Carly, naked, with a gun to her head.

  When he heard a gunshot, he roared with agony and went to his knees, tears of grief rolling down his cheeks. Bull and Rocky knocked his shoulders as they shoved into the room and stopped on either side of him.

  “She’s okay, Ridge.” Bull squeezed his shoulder. “She’s alive.”

  Joy surged into his heart but was quickly banked when Luke and Damon cuffed the injured Gold and lifted him off of Carly. Damon had shot the asshole in the shoulder which had jerked his arm, removing the gun from Carly’s head. Luke had wrested the gun from the assholes hand and Damon had the fucker secured before he realized what was happening. Luke pulled small keys from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs around Carly’s wrists.

  Ridge rose, and then he and his brothers rushed over to her as the sheriffs led Gold out.

  “Carly, are you hurt? Did he—”

  “Shit! She’s in shock,” Rocky said when she didn’t respond. She was staring at the ceiling with a blank look in her eyes.

  “Do you think he raped her?” Bull asked.

  “Her panties are still on,” Rocky pointed out.

  “He still could have… Carly, look at me darlin’. Please?” Ridge pleaded as he sat on the side of the bed and lifted her onto his lap and into his arms. “You’re safe now, Carly. Please come back to us?”

  “Baby, talk to us,” Bull said as he pulled his T-shirt off over his head.

  Bull and Ridge helped Carly put his shirt on to cover her nakedness, and while she lifted her arms like an automaton, he was getting really worried about how unresponsive she was. Ridge was so scared that the bastard had been able to rape her.

  Bull knelt down and caressed up and down her legs. Ridge thought they may be getting through to her when she blinked, but it could have been a reflexive action. He held and rocked her, hoping the soothing motion would bring her back to them.

  Rocky sat next to him and Carly, taking both of her hands in both of his. He lifted them and kissed the back of them. “Carly Gregson, you come back to us right now. You’re scaring us.”

  Bull continued to smooth his hands up and down her bare thighs, and hope surged into his heart when she blinked again and took a deep breath. The blank haze over her eyes began to wane and, when she blinked once more, her eyes focused on Ridge’s.

  “Ridge?” she asked in a soft, disbelieving tone as if scared to believe what was right in front of her eyes.

  “Carly.” Ridge paused to swallow around the constriction in his throat and blink back the tears that were threatening to fall. “You’re safe now, darlin’.”

  “Oh, Ridge,” Carly sobbed as she wrapped her arms around his torso and began to cry. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think… Please forgive me.”

  “Shh, darlin’. There’s nothing to forgive. You’re here with us now, that’s all that matters.” Ridge’s heart broke as deep, wracking sobs shook her smaller frame.

  “He’ll never be able to hurt you again, baby.” Bull rubbed up and down her back.

  “You’re safe, sweetheart,” Rocky murmured as he caressed her shoulder.

  “I was so scared,” Carly wailed. “He was crazy.”

  “Luke and Damon have him in custody, darlin’.” Ridge kissed the top of her head. “He can’t hurt you or anyone else anymore.”

  Ridge just held Carly as she cried out her fear, and after what seemed like hours, her tears finally slowed. She sat upright on his lap and wiped the moisture from her face. He clenched his jaw when he saw the swelling and bruising. If his woman hadn’t needed him so much right then, he would have gone out to the sheriff’s car, hauled that bastard out and beat the shit out of him.

  Carly glanced about the room and shivered. “Can we please get out of here?”

  “Sure we can, darlin’.” Ridge tightened his hold on her and stood, shifting her higher up his chest.

  Luke and Damon were both standing on the porch steps talking to Barry and David Heritage. The conversation stopped when they saw Ridge carrying Carly out. He sat down on the top step and settled her back in his lap, wrapping himself around her to keep her warm since she was still trembling with reaction.

  “Are you all right, Carly?” Luke asked.

  Carly nodded.

  “Do you need me to call the paramedics?” Damon asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Are you sure, baby?” Bull asked as he sat down next to them. Rocky sat on the other side of him and Carly.

  “No,” she whispered and then sobbed. “I just want to go home.”

  “Do you feel up to giving a statement, honey?” Luke asked in a gentle voice.

  Carly nodded and drew a deep, ragged breath and exhaled slowly as Luke pulled his cell phone out and hit record. With each word she spoke, Ridge got angrier and angrier, but he kept his volatile emotions under wraps. He didn’t want Carly to think he was angry with her, because he wasn’t.

  By the time she’d finished giving her statement, she was yawning frequently and her eyelids were heavy.

  “Are we done?” Ridge asked as he stood, taking Carly with him.

  “Yeah,” Luke answered. “I’ll be around sometime tomorrow with the typed statement so Carly can sign it.”

  Ridge nodded as he began to walk toward his truck. “Will she have to testify?”

  “Depends on the trial, but I’d say so,” Damon replied.

  “I want to,” Carly whispered.

  Ridge looked down and met her gaze. “Are you sure, darlin’?”

  “Yes,” she said emphatical
ly. “He needs to pay for what he’s done.”

  Bull clasped her hand and squeezed it.

  Rocky caressed her head and hair. “We’ll be right beside you when you do, sweetheart.”

  Carly nodded, yawned, and closed her eyes as she rested her cheek against his chest.

  Ridge was so proud of her. After everything she’d been through, she was still willing to face that fucker in a courtroom so he could be jailed for his crimes.

  Carly Gregson was a sweet, loving, brave woman, and she was all theirs.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Carly smiled as her men came inside from a long day after working with the animals and land.

  She loved this time of day. It had been a month since Scott had kidnapped her and held her against her will, and though she still had nightmares, her men were always there to comfort her after she relived that terror in her dreams.

  She was happier than she’d ever been, cooking and keeping house for her guys. She’d even begun cooking for the hands, and they always seemed eager to get to the dining room table at lunchtime to eat whatever she’d made. However, there was only her and her guys in the house at night, which she was grateful for. Though she liked Wally, Wilbur, and the other hands she liked having alone time each evening with her men, but she always sent food over to the bunkhouse so that the hands had healthy, hearty meals to sustain them. She’d even begun baking for them so that their cookie jar was always full and there was cake to eat if they wanted it.

  She sighed with loving appreciation when she saw Ridge, Bull, and Rocky riding into the yard on their big horses. They were so handsome and sexy and looked so manly when they were mounted on their steeds, their Stetsons shading their heads and faces. She made sure she was on the wraparound verandah at the same time each afternoon so she could watch them ride in. They were such good riders and looked as if they were one with their mounts, moving with their animals, instead of against them.

  Ridge, Bull and Rocky all glanced over at her and all three of them smiled when they saw her sitting in her usual spot. They changed direction and headed over to her.

  “Hey, darlin’. Did you have a good day?” Ridge asked as he pulled his horse to a stop.

  “The best.”

  “That’s what you said yesterday.” Rocky chuckled.

  “And the day before,” Bull grinned.

  Ridge dismounted from his stallion and gave a shrill whistle. Wally and Wilbur came out of the barn and rushed over. “Do you mind taking care of the horses tonight?”

  “Sure thing, boss,” Wally answered, taking the reins.

  “It’s a pleasure,” Wilbur replied.

  Bull and Rocky dismounted and handed the reins over to the two men.

  “Are you hungry?” Carly asked as she stood.

  “Famished,” Bull replied as he eyed her body up and down.

  “Starving,” Rocky said in a deep, raspy voice.

  “Ravenous,” Ridge answered as he mounted the steps and stalked toward her.

  Carly’s body immediately responded to the desire in her guys’ eyes. Her breasts swelled, her nipples hardened, her pussy clenched, and her clit began to throb. “You all need to get cleaned up,” she said breathily.

  “Yes we do,” Ridge took another step toward her, and then another.

  Carly had changed so much in the last month or so. If a man had ever come at her the way her men did, she would have run away screaming, or backed away, but she held her ground, tilting her head so she could meet Ridge’s hot, blue-eyed gaze.

  She squealed when Ridge pounced. He swept her off her feet and slung her over his shoulder before hurrying inside. Carly giggled as she clutched as his belt, but when her eyes snagged on his ass as it flexed while he walked, she couldn’t resist. She reached down and squeezed a cheek, which earned her a slap on the backside.

  “What was that for?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Just cos I could. I love your ass, darlin’.” Ridge caressed over her backside.

  “Ditto,” she said as she squeezed his muscular cheek again.

  Ridge upended her when they reached the bedroom and held on to her waist until she had her balance back. He lifted his hands, cupped her face between his palms, and then kissed her.

  Carly moaned as his tongue licked into her mouth, gliding along and then swirling around hers. She grabbed hold of his shirt and tugged it out of his jeans, then shoved it up so she could get her hands on his bare skin.

  She caressed over his abs, tracing the delineation of each muscled ridge with her fingertips until she was sure she was about to self-combust, she was that hot for her men. Ridge broke the kiss and stepped back.

  “Take your clothes off, darlin’,” Ridge ordered. “You need a shower. I made you all dirty.”

  “You can make me dirty any day,” Carly replied in a husky voice as she glanced over at Bull and Rocky. Her breath stuttered in her throat when she saw that they were both already naked.

  “You are all so sexy, handsome, and muscular.” She took a step toward Bull, who was closest to her, as Ridge started to take his clothes off.

  “You’re the sexy one, baby,” Bull rasped as he took a step toward her. He scooped her up into his arms and then carried her into the bathroom before setting her down again.

  Rocky started the shower as Bull tugged at and removed her clothes, and just as she stepped into the massive shower stall, Ridge entered the room.

  Carly reached for the body wash, but it was Bull who took it from her and poured a generous amount in his hands, and then he began to wash her. His hands didn’t linger, and though she was disappointed, she knew their love play wasn’t over. Rocky and Ridge quickly washed, and then Rocky drew her into his arms while Ridge washed her hair. Bull cleaned himself and when the suds were rinsed from her tresses Bull turned the water off.

  Bull grabbed a towel after stepping out and motioned her forward. Carly stepped onto the mat and relished the attention as he dried her hair and body before getting another towel and drying himself.

  Carly exited the bathroom, grabbed the covers on the bed, and pulled them down. She was just crawling onto the mattress when her men came in.

  “Now that has to be the sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen,” Rocky said in a hoarse voice.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Carly replied impishly as she eyed their naked bodies over. “I think you guys take the cake.”

  “We have nothing on you, baby.” Bull got up onto the bed behind her and clasped her hips to keep her still when she would have moved.

  Ridge and Rocky got up onto the bed, too. Rocky maneuvered down in between her arms and legs, lying underneath her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her down until she was sprawled out over the top of him. His fingers threaded into her wet hair, cupping the back of her head and neck, and then his mouth was on hers.

  Carly moaned as she kissed him back greedily, showing him how much she loved him. Their tongues danced and dueled, and she groaned with need when he cupped first one breast, and then the other.

  Bull massaged and kneaded her ass cheeks before sliding a finger down her crack to her pussy. He dipped inside her creamy well and then stroked over her clit. She gasped and groaned and wiggled her hips, hoping to get the finger inside of her. She was so hot and wet juices were dripping down her thighs.

  “She’s soaked,” Bull growled. “Let’s make love to our woman.”

  Rocky released her lips, clasped her waist, and then lifted her. Carly reached for his thick, hard cock, aligned it to her entrance and then sank down onto him, causing them both to moan. She lifted an inch or so and then dropped down hard and fast until Rocky’s engorged dick was buried inside her, balls deep.

  “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” Rocky gasped.

  “So do you,” Carly sighed.

  Bull gently pressed her down with a hand between her shoulder blades until her breasts were squished into Rocky’s chest. She shifted on her knees until her legs were spread wide open so
that Bull had access to her ass.

  She gasped and sighed when he began to caress her pucker with lubed fingers, and when he pressed them into her anus, she pushed back against him. She moaned as sensitive nerve endings sparked to life, sending liquid desire coursing through her veins.

  “So fucking hot and tight,” Bull said in a deep, growly voice as he pumped his fingers in and out of her ass, spreading the lubricant.

  Carly groaned when he removed those fingers and then inhaled deeply when she felt his lubed, condom-covered cock at her star.

  “I’m coming in, baby.”

  Carly nodded and shook with lust as he began to press his cock into her anus. She used her internal muscles to press back and sobbed with pleasure as he entered her with one long, slow drive.

  “Fucking heaven,” Bull gasped.

  Carly once more shifted on her knees and pushed herself upright until she was sitting on Rocky’s and Bull’s cocks.

  She turned toward Ridge and moaned when she saw that he was waiting for her, his hand stroking up and down his erection. She leaned sideways a little as she brushed his hand aside and wrapped her smaller one around the base of his shaft. She gripped him firmly just the way he liked, and then she licked over and all around the bulbous head, causing him to moan. “Shit, darlin’. I love your mouth.”

  Carly hummed and then she opened her mouth wider and took him in as far as she could go. She suctioned her cheeks in as she drew back up over his cock, making sure to lave the sensitive underside before taking him back in again.

  She didn’t want slow because she was so hungry for her men to make love to her, so she immediately set a fast pace, bobbing up and down his dick.

  “Our baby’s horny,” Bull said right before he drew back from her ass.

  “Then let’s make sure we satisfy her,” Rocky rasped as he drew his dick from her cunt.

  Carly hummed and moaned as she sucked Ridge’s cock.

  Bull and Rocky started off slow, giving her a bit of time to adjust to having two cocks filling her up, but when she squeezed them using her internal muscles, they both groaned and began to make love to her the way she wanted. Hard and fast.