Dirty Pleasures [Pleasure, Montana 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “You did well with the real gun.”

  She did have more aptitude for that weapon. “If it ever came to using it though, I know I wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger.”

  “I bet you would if the person was trying to kill you.”

  She didn’t think even about it. “Maybe.”

  The sound of a car rumbled down the drive just as she was brushing Fawn. Gabe pulled into the garage and waved. As much as she loved spending the day with Dylan, it would have been twice as nice had Gabe been there.

  How odd was it that two months ago, she didn’t want to be with any man. Now, she craved both.

  “Hey, baby.” Gabe eased out of the car and strode toward her. “Boy have I missed you.” He shot a glance at Dylan for a second before returning his gaze to her.

  In the span of a heartbeat, he pulled her close and kissed her. His hands massaged her ass and she swore his cock was already hard.

  He leaned back. “Somebody needs a shower.”

  Both she and Dylan cracked up. “I’m not surprised. Fawn’s been working up a sweat,” she said.

  “You two didn’t do the nasty in the field did you?”

  Dylan tapped his chest. “I got class.”

  The implication being if she’d been with Gabe, he would have stripped her and fucked her without caring if anyone came upon them.

  “Finish brushing Fawn, sugar. We have things to do, beds to mess up.”

  She smiled. No matter her mood, these men could always make her smile. “I’m hurrying.”

  With even brush strokes, she finished taking care of Fawn at the same time Dylan finished with Blackie. Dylan gathered his gear, storing the paintball rifles in a locked cabinet. The gun he brought into the house along the leftover snacks. The three of them headed to the house, and once inside she kicked off her boots.

  “How about I shower by myself so you and Gabe can talk about business stuff?”

  Dylan moved closer. “I’ll be in there in a minute. I must stink, too.”

  She couldn’t tell. “Okay.”

  Both men waited until she ducked into Gabe’s room. She debated waiting by the door to listen to their conversation but decided she didn’t need to hear any bad news. The less she knew about their dangerous job, the better for her. She quickly undressed and stuffed her dirty clothes in a plastic bag she’d brought, and then placed it in her satchel. She probably should have just driven home as she wasn’t going to spend the night here, but she wanted Dylan and she wanted Gabe again.

  You need to tell them the truth.

  These men had helped her see there could be a good life for her, and for that she’d be eternally grateful, but things would end soon. One more night won’t hurt. She stepped into the bathroom and glanced at the inviting tub. Maybe she could soak while Dylan showered.

  She turned on the water, and when the tub was partially full, she stepped in and sprawled out. It had jets, but she couldn’t turn them on until the tub filled. Her hair was clean, so all she really needed was to wash.

  She’d just turned off the water when both men came in.

  “Well, well. Look at you, sugar.” Dylan pulled down his pants and briefs then lifted off his shirt.

  “Dylan, how about you share the tub with Ceci while I jump in the shower.”

  Dylan looked at her. “That okay with you?”

  She bet he wouldn’t have asked another woman, but he knew she had quirks. “I’d like nothing better.” As soon as Dylan stepped into the water, she wasn’t sure where he would sit.

  “How about if you let me sit where you are and you can sit on my lap?”

  “So you can play with my tits and pussy? You’re here to get clean.”

  He laughed. “How about if I wash real quick and then you sit on my lap while Gabe showers?”

  Gabe was already washing and she doubted he’d take long. “How about I wash you?”

  “Come get me.”

  She liked how he was willing to make compromises. Ceci scooted to the end with the faucet. While Dylan settled in, she grabbed the soap, and a washcloth. Her goal was to torture him with slow strokes on his cock.

  She knelt in front of him and made an elaborate issue of putting soap on the cloth before dragging it over his erect dick. Dylan leaned his head back and moaned.

  “That feels wonderful, sugar, but let me show you something.”

  He turned on the jets, and one powerful stream happened to be aimed at her pussy. She jumped. Dylan laughed then dragged her to his lap.

  “Let me have that washcloth. It’s too potent for me.”

  She craned her neck to look back at him. “I’m supposed to be unaffected by what you do?”

  “Hell, no. I want you to moan and groan and come.”

  That was probably the only time either one of them would ask her to come before they did. Dylan rubbed the soap cloth across her breasts then dragged it between her legs. When he touched her clit, she jumped again.

  “Easy there. Gabe and I plan to spend hours making love with you.”

  They wouldn’t last. At some point she’d have to insist on making them stand still while she licked their cocks.

  You won’t be around that long.

  Too soon, Gabe shut off the water and stepped out to dry. “Let’s get a move on it.”

  Dylan tapped her shoulder. That was her clue to get out. She lifted the drain lever and stood. Dylan got out first, held out his hand to steady her, and helped her out.

  “I need to shower.”

  Both men looked at her with intense confusion.

  Maybe it was time to tell them everything. “We need to talk.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  While Dylan and Gabe tried to tell her there was nothing she could say to them that would dissuade them from caring for her, she knew it wasn’t true. They left her alone to finish getting clean. When she was done, she wrapped a towel around her body and came out of the bathroom.

  They’d each donned jeans but wore nothing else. Dylan was on the bed while Gabe was pacing. Clearly, they wished they didn’t have to hear to what she had to say, but they wanted to let her have her say.

  “Gabe, would you mind sitting. I feel more comfortable standing.” She debated putting on clothes, too, but then she’d have to take off her towel.

  “Is it about John Bean, sugar?” Dylan said.

  Everything was about John Bean. “Yes.”

  “You can tell us anything.”

  And she was going to. “What I told you about him was true, but I left out a lot.”

  “We knew there was more.” She was surprised Gabe had guessed.

  As she paced, she dragged her hands down the towel. “John was not a stable man. I don’t know whether it was the pressure from the job, what happened to him in the service, the uncertainty of the market, or that he was partially supporting his parents, but his depression worsened the longer I was with him.”

  “Before you had that last fight, had you been tempted to leave him?” This question came from Gabe.

  She drew in her bottom lip and forced herself not to cry. “Yes, but I never did—at least not until that last day.” She faced both of them. “You see, John was sick. He couldn’t help it. The drugs didn’t even help after a while. What I didn’t tell you was that he tried to commit suicide twice before.”

  The horror of his first attempt would never leave her. It was almost as if he’d cut short her life. Her legs weakened and she stepped over to the bed and sat next to Dylan. When he tried to put his arm around her to give her comfort she shook her head. If he hugged her, she wouldn’t have the courage to get through this.

  Ceci sniffed. “I’m sorry.”

  “Go on, baby.”

  She drew in a large breath. “John and I had been dating about a year, and he’d lost a lot of clients’ money. They were calling and complaining all the time. For his sake, and for my sanity, I spent the nights at my home. His first attempt happened in the middle of the night. I got a phone call arou
nd 2:00 a.m. His voice was slurred and I could barely understand him. I thought he’d had a stroke, so in a panic I called 911 and rushed over. The ambulance was there by the time I arrived, and they were loading him into the truck.”

  Dylan clasped her hand, gave one squeeze of support and let go. “You must have been in a panic.”

  “I was a total mess. Even though I was in my bathrobe, I followed him to the hospital. It was hours before the nurse told me he’d overdosed on sleeping pills.”

  “Did you think it was suicide?”

  “Not that I was willing to admit.” Her throat clogged. It was one of the worst nights of her life. “I waited there all night, my frustration building. I wished he’d let me help in some way.”

  “What did you say to him the next day?”

  One corner of her mouth lifted. “After I hugged and kissed him, I pounded on him—figuratively not literally. I told him never to do that to me again.” She inhaled. “Over the course of the year, John would get in the habit of waiting until two or three in the morning and then call me saying he was going to commit suicide. For the first few times, I’d call 911 and then head on over.”

  “Was it just a ploy to get you to come back over, to show that you cared?”

  A single tear rolled down her cheek. She nodded. How had they seen through John’s actions and she hadn’t? She sniffled again. “Then one time he called and of course I went over. This time I didn’t call 911.”

  “That’s understandable. You didn’t believe him.”

  “No. Only when I got there, he’d slit his wrists. Blood was everywhere.” She shook her head. “For someone so smart, he didn’t even know that a person couldn’t die from slit wrists unless he sat in a tub. His blood had clotted, but he was weak.”

  “Why did you stay with him, baby?”

  She’d asked herself the question over and over again. “He needed me?” She probably shouldn’t have posed it as a question, but even she didn’t know why she stayed. “He was dragging me down with him and there was nothing I could do.”

  Now the tears were coming and she couldn’t stop them. When Dylan pulled her to him this time, she didn’t stop him.

  “Shh. You have nothing to feel guilty about.”

  She sat back up. “Yes, I do. I told you about our fight over ice cream.”

  “It wasn’t really about ice cream, was it?”

  “Not directly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d lost a lot of weight, my job performance was going down, and my boss told me that if my returns didn’t improve, that he’d have to let me go. So I told John good-bye.”

  Gabe moved over to the bed and sat on her other side. “That was the hardest decision of your life, I bet.”

  She nodded. “But the worst part was when he once more called me at two in the morning and said he’d slit his wrists. For good this time. He begged me to come save him.”

  “Did you believe that he’d made the third attempt?”

  Had she? “I don’t know.”

  “Did you go over?”

  “Yes, but I took a shower first.” There. She’d told them. “If I’d have called 911, he’d be alive today.” The sobs wracked her body.

  “Baby, he could have called 911. But he didn’t. He wanted to die.”

  She didn’t believe that. John was weak. He wanted her to take care of him. “Maybe.”

  Too choked up to talk, the men cradled her. Gabe made her stretch out on the bed and both men undressed then lay on either side of her. The sight of their naked bodies helped erase the horror. She’d been negligent, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

  Gabe stroked her arm. “Is that why you need so much control in your life?”

  She propped herself up on her elbow and faced him. Her back was to Dylan. “How did you know I need control?”

  “Shall we start with your closet at home?”

  She closed her eyes. “I like things neat.”

  “We know.”

  Dylan placed his chest against her back and she almost forgot about John Bean. He slowly dragged a palm down her shoulder. “I think you want to keep clean because on the inside you don’t like yourself. You’re trying to wash away some sin that you didn’t even commit.”

  They knew. “But I am guilty. If I’d been more supportive of John, he might have gotten better.”

  “He was on medication for his depression, right?” Gabe asked.

  “Yes, but the dosage wasn’t strong enough. He had anxiety and OCD. When he had issues with his investments, he wasn’t sleeping and said that he didn’t have time to go in and get the meds changed.”

  “That wasn’t your fault. Besides, you were wonderful to have hung in there for so long.”

  She’d done what she could, but in the end she was a coward and left. “I didn’t have to walk out.” She of all people should have understood. She, too, suffered from OCD, but at least she’d learned to manage it.

  Gabe sat next to her and stroked her face. “Why don’t you take a nap? I know you need some time to think.” He stood. “We’ll be in the living room when you wake.”

  She wanted to argue, but the pain of everything was crashing down on her. She needed to give herself some time for the grief to wane. “Okay.”

  She closed her eyes and before she knew it, she jerked awake. To her delight, she wasn’t bathed in sweat from her recurring nightmare. Instead, she was refreshed as if another weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

  Soft sounds came from outside her door and she sighed. It was so comforting to know Dylan and Gabe were close by. It was still light out so she must not have slept much, but sharing what she’d gone through had been cathartic. They hadn’t judged her, which was something she’d never been able to do.

  Right now, she wanted to put the past behind her and move on. That might happen as long as she never repeated what she’d really told John at the end.

  A soft knock sounded and Dylan poked his head in the door. “You sleep?”

  A smile came out naturally. “Yes.” Ceci raised her arms over her head and stretched out the kinks. What she really needed, though, was some loving. “Anyone want to hold me?”

  Both men barged in. “If you let us love you,” Dylan said, “we’ll make you forget everything.”

  She liked the idea. “So you don’t hate me?” They’d had plenty of time to absorb what she’d said.

  “Oh, baby.” Gabe gathered her in his arms. “Never.”

  She wanted his words to absolve her, but the lingering guilt would never go away.

  Dylan rolled her over. “How about you don’t think about John Bean for a while and let us take care of you? I bet I can make you come.”

  She smiled and dragged a hand under her lid. “I’m sure you can.”

  “Tell you what,” Gabe said. “How about for today only, you can come as many times as you want?”

  She fell in love with them even more. “But my final climax won’t be as good, right?”

  He laughed. “Baby, you were listening, but sometimes, where you go against what’s best, it can be better.”

  That made no sense, but she didn’t care. Letting them love her would be the first step to helping her heal. “I say do your best.”

  “Oorah, baby.” He dragged his gaze over her body. “I don’t know where to start. Everything about you is so delicious.”

  Dylan slid next to her. “I want to kiss away those tears.”

  His lips brushed hers, and he inhaled, as if he wanted to take in as much of her as he could. Dylan stroked her nipple so lightly that goose bumps tripped down her belly. Gabe climbed onto the end of the bed. Her pussy cramped just thinking about what his tongue could do to her.

  She wanted to get lost in their erotic world and needed their care to wash away her terrible thoughts that plagued her. These men were too good for her, but she’d told them her sins—almost—and they’d accepted them. She still didn’t deserve them.

  Her deepest secret would never be spoken a
nd would die with her, so maybe she was safe. But could she keep her terrible sin from them forever?

  “Sugar. You left us again.”

  Concern laced Dylan’s face. “Huh? No. I was picturing what Gabe was going to do to my pussy.”

  Dylan smiled. “Don’t worry about him, sugar. Think about how I’m going to bring you to such a high plateau that you’ll never want to leave.”

  “Show me.” She smiled, hoping they’d believe everything was now good.

  “That’s what I was waiting to hear.” Dylan tilted her head toward him and kissed her with more passion than she’d ever known.

  Maybe her senses were still raw, but every touch seemed magnified, and when he begged for entrance, she yearned to share herself with him. They both opened up at the same time and she tried to become one with him. He’d slip into her mouth then she’d dart into his. Their breaths united, and if Gabe hadn’t widened her legs and rubbed a thumb over her straining clit, she believed she and Dylan could have joined souls.

  She groaned when he broke the kiss and nibbled his way to her breasts.

  “I love your tits.”

  “But do you love me?” You so didn’t say that. You’re an idiot. It had slipped out.

  “Yes, sugar. We both love you.”

  Okay, he just said that because he knew she was so fragile, but she wasn’t ready to question him now. The sparks flying up her body from what Gabe was doing had numbed her brain. On top of that, Dylan was circling her nipple with one finger while he licked the other. Her climax was building and they hadn’t even begun.

  Just let go. They’ll understand.

  Ceci shut down the inner monologue that lived with her twenty-four-seven. Dylan drew her nipple into his mouth and the resulting joy streaked straight to her clit. Or maybe the lower half of her body was lit up because Gabe had slipped a finger into her cunt and was wiggling it around.

  “Oh, God. That feels so wonderful. Yes.” She grabbed the sheet and held on.

  She closed her eyes and let herself float. She didn’t care if they thought she was overly sensitive or just plain easy, she dared any woman to withstand their loving ways. Dylan pinched her nipple hard and her eyes flew open. She was met with a grin. Just as she was about to ask what she’d done to deserve the punishment, the ache turned into total bliss.