Potential Match [Ménage.com 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  Bryn closed the distance between them and ran her fingers through Duke’s chest hair. Would she ever get tired of feeling his coarse hair, or the way he closed his eyes when her hand made contact with his skin? She didn’t think so.

  “Duke, I do trust you. I trust Des.” Bryn stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around Duke’s neck. “But I didn’t trust the killer. I couldn’t leave Des. I couldn’t leave you. No matter what happens in the future, promise me that we will always be at each other’s side. I love you too much to see our relationship damaged because we didn’t have the courage to stand and fight together.”

  “Say it again,” Duke said, his voice gruff with emotion.

  “I love you,” Bryn said, laughing. She looked over at Des. “I love you, too.”

  “Bryn, you have turned our world upside down, and we are loving every minute of it,” Des said, standing up and walking around the bed. Bryn closed her eyes as Des melded his body with hers. She relished the warmth they provided her. This was where she belonged. “Love doesn’t seem to cover exactly what we are feeling, but if those are the words that we need to describe what we feel, then I love you, too.”

  “Are you positive that you’re ready to settle down?” Bryn asked, even though she knew the answer. Their love was shining in their eyes. “Can the town of Triple afford to give up their best Casanovas?”

  “I think the Triple has enough of those,” Des said, placing tiny kisses on her shoulder. “Although, the way your mother and the sheriff were making eyes at each other, I’m thinking another bachelor is about to bite the dust.”

  Bryn chuckled and buried her face into Duke’s chest, mindful of his bandage. Sheriff Whittington had explained exactly what the town of Triple was based on and that ménages were a common thing in the area. He went on to boast about what solid men Duke and Des were and how Bryn couldn’t have chosen any wiser. Bryn was pretty sure he could say the moon was made of cotton and her mother would have believed him. It would be interesting to see how things progressed.

  “By the way, do you think declaring your love for us will get you out of your spanking?” Bryn squealed as Des helped Duke pick her up and situate her over Duke’s lap. “Ah, this is so much better.”

  “Duke, this is ridiculous!”

  “Really? Let’s see,” Duke said as he slid his finger in between the folds of her pussy. She could feel the moisture immediately and knew that her body confirmed his assumption. Talking about spankings had gotten her hot, moist, and horny. “I wonder how wet you’ll be once you actually receive a spanking.”

  Bryn placed her hands on the floor for added security, although Duke had a secure hold on her. Her fingers sank into the plush cream carpet that her designer mind thought fit perfectly into this room, although between the furniture and the brown sheets the area needed an additional color—maybe a splash of red or burgundy. She’d also seen a perfect painting to go above the—ouch! Duke’s palm brought her wandering mind back around, while her body needed no such reminder.

  “Duke!” Bryn knew she sounded breathless. Her fingers curled into the carpet fibers. She kicked her feet and bumped into Des’s shins. Was he watching from that angle? Her anus and pussy had to be showing. “Des!”

  “Don’t mind me,” Des replied, his tone indicating he was smiling. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

  “Now, are you ever going to place yourself in danger again?”

  Bryn didn’t answer right away. Hadn’t they had this conversation already? She hadn’t put herself in danger—danger had found her. Duke slowly caressed her buttocks in warning.

  “Bryn, answer me.”

  “You’re wording the question wrong,” Bryn complained. Blood was rushing to her head. Ouch! Blood was also rushing to her pussy with every slap that landed. “Fine! I won’t go looking for danger. How’s that?”

  “And you’ll listen to me and Des when we think there is any risk to you?”

  Duke’s hand connected with her right cheek when she didn’t answer right away. Didn’t he realize that she was savoring this? Bryn didn’t think she’d ever been so wet. Of course, every time he or Des did something new, that was Bryn’s thought. She hoped that when they were eighty, she could still say the same thing. Bryn thought back to all the toys in Duke’s drawer. Yep, they’d be going on ninety and she would still say the same thing.

  “Yessss.” Bryn wiggled her butt, wanting more.

  Bryn got what she wanted when Duke started to rapidly tap her buttocks, alternating between cheeks. Her ass felt warm, and she knew it had to be pink. She amazed herself by finding that not only did her pussy feel empty, but so did her ass. Having had anal sex and knowing the joys it could bring, Bryn was looking forward to having them both inside of her at the same time.

  “Duke, Des, I need you both.”

  “Was Des able to get you loosened up yesterday?” Duke asked, running his finger down her crevice. “I hope so, because I want to know what you feel like, Bryn. I want to feel your heat surround my cock.”

  “Yes, please,” Bryn said, her body aching to know what he felt like as well. She knew how wide he was, and already her anus felt the upcoming sting. Bryn heard Des step away from them and walk toward the bedside stand. Her hole puckered, knowing that he was retrieving the lube. Within seconds, she felt the cool gel follow the path of Duke’s fingers. “I need you both.”

  “You’ll have us,” Duke replied, rubbing the cool liquid around her anus. The tip of his finger broke through the ring, causing Bryn to moan. It felt so good. “But taking both of us at the same time is not going to be easy, Bryn.”

  “Don’t I know it,” Bryn said, already feeling the stretch on her muscle. Her pussy quivered, wanting to feel that same burn.

  “Just so you know, the next time you cause me or Des that kind fear and anguish, I’m going to take that flogger that you found in my drawer to your ass,” Duke said, his promise ringing through the air. “Des told me all about you finding my little drawer full of goodies.”

  “Oh, for crying out loud, would you just fuck me,” Bryn said desperately as she ground her hips against his leg—not that it was helping.

  “There’s our girl, all spunky and needy.” Duke removed his fingers and helped her to stand. Bryn wobbled on her feet as the blood rushed away from her head, straight into her pussy. Her clit felt ready to explode. “Des, toss me a condom.”

  Duke traded places with Des, who had already sheathed himself with a condom. Des sat on the edge of the bed, while his long cock dangled in between his legs. His sac was heavy and weighed down. Des motioned for her to climb on top of him.

  “Straddle me,” Des said. “Staying on the edge of the bed will give Duke more room to maneuver.”

  Bryn would have questioned him, thinking they would be more comfortable in the middle of the mattress, but she needed relief in a very bad way. She crawled on top of Des and used a hand to hold up the weight of his cock. Placing his tip at her entrance, she sank herself all the way down until his cock was deep inside of her. Bryn threw her head back, enjoying the heat of his dick even through the latex. Duke grabbed her hair, very much like Des did, and waited for her to open her eyes. There was that welcoming warmth of green inviting her to enter that bewitching forest. Would she land softly in a bed of leaves or would they have her free-falling off of a waterfall? Bryn couldn’t wait to find out.

  Duke bent at the waist, claiming her lips. Bryn’s fingers dug into Des’s shoulders. It was a good thing that Des was going to be on the bottom, or she’d have been liable to hurt Duke. Bryn had no doubt she would need something to hold on to during this lovemaking trek they were about to embark on.

  When Duke released her mouth, Bryn felt Des start to lean back. She followed him, not wanting even an inch of his cock to slip out of her. Bryn clamped her legs around Des’s hips as she settled her breasts onto his chest. Her nipples tingled as his coarse hair rubbed up against the hardened pebbles.

  “I’m going to start slow,�
� Duke said as she felt his hand stroke her buttocks. Again, Bryn felt the coolness of the gel and then his finger breaching her ring. “Relax your muscles, Bryn.”

  Bryn rested her cheek against Des’s shoulder and tried to even out her breathing. Duke’s finger felt as if it were five inches around. She knew that it was Des’s cock buried inside of her pussy that was making her feel so full. Bryn pushed out a little, taking Des’s earlier advice when he’d been submerged inside of her ass. She felt Duke’s finger slide all the way inside of her. Was he twirling it around? Oh my God, that felt good.

  Bryn felt a little more lube right before Duke used two fingers. The fullness had now turned into a light sting, but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle. Willing her lower half to relax, Bryn couldn’t help but gyrate her hips. The action caused Des’s cock to slide out a few inches before she rotated a complete circle, burying him again.

  “I think you’re about ready,” Duke murmured, taking his fingers out of her ass. Bryn cried out at the loss and used Des’s shoulder to push against in order to lean up. He had that soft smile on his lips while his green eyes darkened, taking her to that place. “Deep breath, Bryn.”

  Bryn did as instructed and felt his wide tip try to make way into her ass. She let herself drown in Des’s eyes, feeling the wind that rattled the leaves and hearing the water rush into itself as it went over the fall in her mind. Bryn felt her sphincter slowly allow Duke entry. The leaves swallowed her as she followed the path to pleasurable release.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.” Duke sounded as if he was being strangled, and Bryn was glad to know he was affected as she was. Des’s expression seemed a little tortured, but he never wavered in their stare. “Des, help me out here. She’s so damn small.”

  Bryn knew he meant that as a compliment, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t an issue. With only his tip inside, she wasn’t sure she could take any more of his cock. Des’s hand snaked between them until his fingers reached her clit. She’d been so concentrated on the stinging in her ass that she hadn’t realized how engorged her clit had become. It felt overstimulated, and Bryn was positive that she would come if he kept up the contact.

  “Des, I’m going to come,” Bryn whispered, wanting to wait for them both so that all three could experience their release together. “Don’t touch me—”

  “Trust us,” Des murmured, taking his free hand and tracing her lips with his thumb. Bryn opened her mouth and sucked on it. “Are you ready?”

  Before Bryn could answer, Des added pressure to her clit. The swollen and sensitive nub greedily took what he offered and exploded. In one powerful thrust, Duke sank his cock into her ass. The slight stinging took on a massive burn, which to Bryn’s amazement, spurred on her orgasm. Locking eyes with Des, Bryn found herself free-falling off of that waterfall. It was a glorious feeling.

  Within seconds, Duke and Des had established a rhythm. When Duke pulled out, Des pushed in. The alternating pattern set afire different nerves that seemed to work in sync. Instead of coming and then having a slow path to normalcy, Bryn’s orgasm grew stronger. Her contractions became longer and more powerful until she was crying out.

  Duke and Des both hit that pinnacle at the same time, slamming their cocks into her. Each of their bases swelled before they released their seed into the barrier that Bryn wished didn’t exist, but that was for another time to discuss. With both of them inside of her and their shafts inflated to the max, Bryn reached the water below in her mind and let the warmth envelope her.

  Bryn wasn’t sure if it had been a minute or an hour when Des started to stir beneath her. She felt a warm compress against her ass and smiled against Des’s chest. Duke was wiping her down, and she hadn’t even realized that he’d pulled out of her. Her body had no strength, and if Des thought she could move on her own, he was sadly mistaken.

  “Bryn, honey, let’s get you under the covers,” Duke said, removing the washcloth. “We can try out those handcuffs later.”

  “But it’s technically morning.” Bryn snuggled deeper into Des’s heat. “We’re supposed to meet Detective Flynn at the diner.”

  Detective Flynn had suggested they meet before he had to head back to the city. There were a lot of questions that Bryn, Duke, and Des needed answered regarding the man that tried to murder her. They also wanted reassurance that the killer was going to go away for a long time, preferably life.

  “That’s not for another two hours. Des and I just want to hold you,” Duke said, with Des humming in agreement. Bryn crinkled her nose as his chest hair vibrated against her face.

  “What about Mom?”

  “Oh, a little birdie told me that Sheriff Whittington is keeping her occupied,” Duke replied. “Des, if you think you’re getting the same treatment as Bryn in the cleaning-up department, you’re fucking nuts. Get your ass in the bathroom.”

  Bryn slowly felt her strength returning and laughed when Duke lifted her off of Des and tossed her up by the pillows. She sank her face into the cool pillowcase and savored Duke’s embrace as he lay down behind her. Bryn felt Des push himself off of the mattress, but didn’t immediately go into the bathroom. He came around the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

  “You know, for a potential match, we certainly achieved an epic whirlwind romance that has paved the way for our future,” Des said.

  Bryn looked up into Des’s green eyes, seeing his adoration for her shining through. Words couldn’t express the ball of emotion that was lodged in her chest, but she was sure the tears that filled her eyes did. Bryn loved them. Taking a chance on a probability was the best choice she could’ve made, and regardless of the short path that led them here, Bryn knew they would make the most of it.

  Epilogue

  Preston Flynn ran a hand over his face, placing pressure on his tired eyes. He’d yet to get sleep after arresting one George Cartek for the murders of nine women. The man was now behind bars, where he belonged, and Preston had the reasoning behind the killings. He wasn’t buying the whole reasoning bit, but in Cartek’s mind there was a solid cause. It turned out that his mother had had a governing personality that had overshadowed his father’s at every turn. When Cartek’s dad finally had enough, the man up and left his family, leaving George with an overbearing mother whom he later killed. Something in him had just snapped.

  “The transfer papers were sent over to your people. You’ll be able to take Cartek to Phoenix by the end of the day.”

  Preston released the compression on his eyes and looked up to find Deputy Thornton standing next to his booth. Using his hand to gesture, Preston gave permission for Luke to have a seat across from him. Luke was a good-old country boy, but took his role as an officer seriously. He’d heard through another officer that Luke was in the running to take over for Sheriff Whittington upon the sheriff’s retirement. It would be a good replacement.

  “I appreciate all your help on this case,” Preston said, picking up his coffee cup and finishing off the last gulp. “I’m sure you don’t see many serial killers out this way.”

  “You’d be surprised at how busy Triple has been lately,” Luke responded with a smile. “I definitely wouldn’t say I’m bored with my job.”

  “I heard about the ATF and the DEA getting involved with an investigation. Hopefully, your town can have some peace and quiet for a while.” Preston observed Luke as he grabbed the waitress’s attention. He knew from his previous visits to the diner that her name was Willow. She was pretty, with her black hair pulled back haphazardly in a ponytail and her porcelain skin, but also very young. “You know, rumor has it that you and Willow are an item.”

  “You’ve been talking to Mrs. Wheelock,” Luke said, laughing.

  “Hey, I had to interview everyone the night that Bryn had her initial run-in with Cartek.” Preston held up his hands in mock surrender. Luke was right, though. Mrs. Wheelock was a great source of information. She’d overheard Willow say that although she was attracted to Luke, after seeing how health
y the ménage relationships were within Triple she’d decided that a ménage was the route she wanted to take. “You do know that she signed up for that ménage dating website, don’t you?”

  “Who?” Luke asked, looking confused. Preston kind of felt sorry for him. “Mrs. Wheelock?”

  It was a good thing Preston hadn’t been drinking his coffee, or he was sure it would be down his white dress shirt by now. That was priceless.

  “No, Deputy, not Mrs. Wheelock. Willow, your waitress.” Preston leaned in further, as if he was telling a secret. “It seems as if your young lady has a penchant for threesomes.”

  Preston felt a little guilty as a look of shock fell over Luke’s face, but he pushed it aside. As Willow approached their table, he leaned back as she placed a mug in front of Luke and proceeded to pour him some coffee. He watched as the two exchanged prolonged stares before Willow then refilled his cup. Preston thanked her before she walked away.

  “How the hell does Mrs. Wheelock get her information?” Luke asked, disbelief still shining in his eyes. “That’s got to be why she’d never have dinner with me. And here, I thought it all had to do with my age.”

  “It does, in a way,” Preston said, pausing before he put into motion something that he couldn’t take back. “I don’t mean to get into your business, but I don’t think it’s fair that Mrs. Wheelock has all this information that could help you and then tells everyone else but you.”

  “What else did the old busybody have to say?”

  Preston picked up his coffee and delayed his response by taking a sip. People said that things happened for a reason, and he was tempted to agree. Hell, after this case brought him to a small town the size of a dot on a map, Preston would damn well agree. What were the odds that the revenge he had waited to dole out for the past four years would be handed to him on a silver platter?

  “Just that between your age and her inclination for ménages, the combination is just too much for your little waitress.” Preston took another mouthful of coffee. “Although I hear she’d be open to the age thing if the third person in the relationship were a few years older than her, but a few years younger than you.”