Elite Dragoons 3: Loving Prue (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  Prue looked up at Adam and then smiled when he passed her a condom packet. She stood up, took a couple of steps back and then wiggled her fingers indicating she wanted Hunt to do the same. He rose to his feet and cocked an eyebrow at her in silent question. Without saying a word, she tore the foil pack open and then grabbed his cock in her hand. He hissed out a breath when she pumped his length a few time. She released him again and then placed the latex sheath on the tip of his hard dick and rolled it down.

  She pushed lightly against his chest. “Sit back down.”

  Hunt sat in the same spot as before and then grasped her hips when she stepped over his legs. Prue slowly lowered herself down and before her butt connected with his thighs she reached behind her and held his cock up straight. He groaned when she began to push down over him, enveloping his cock in her tight, wet heat.

  “Fuck, honey. You’re killing me.”

  “Yeah, but what a way to go.” Prue giggled.

  Hunt wondered where Prue had been hiding her inner vixen but then all thought fled as she pressed down until he was all the way inside her.

  “Damn you feel good, Prue,” Hunt rasped. “I’m so fucking horny I don’t think I’ll last long.”

  Prue just smiled and then began to ride him. She moved her hips forward and back and then up and down. His dick pulsed and throbbed inside her and he wanted to grasp her hips firmer and take over by slamming her up and down on his rod, but he was worried that she could be tender and didn’t want to hurt her. All of a sudden she stopped and turned her head toward Adam. He was leaning against the vanity watching them while stroking his dick.

  “Come here, Adam.”

  His brother’s gulp was audible but he didn’t hesitate to do Prue’s bidding. Adam stepped in the bath and waited for further direction.

  “Sit on the edge of the bath.”

  Adam sat down and gasped. Hunt snickered when he realized it was because his brother had just got a cold butt, but he nearly shot his load when Prue leaned over to the side, palmed Adam’s cock and then licked it.

  “Fuck!” Adam groaned.

  “Jesus, that is fucking sexy,” Thorpe commented when he stepped out of the shower.

  When Prue took Adam’s cock into her mouth, Hunt couldn’t stay still a moment longer. He lifted her up over his cock until just the corona was inside of her and then pulled her back down.

  Adam growled with frustration because he’d pulled Prue’s mouth off his brother’s cock.

  “Hunt, let her kneel on the seat between Adam’s legs and you can take her from behind,” Thorpe said as he moved close to the bath.

  He didn’t waste any time. He lifted Prue up, turned and then shifted her in his arms until she was once more facing Adam. He lowered her to the seat between his brother’s splayed thighs.

  “Yeah sweetie. That’s it, suck my cock,” Adam gasped when Prue immediately took his cock back in her mouth. She wriggled her hips and Hunt guessed that was his cue. He was just glad that the spa bath had built-in seats which put her in nearly the optimum position for him to slide his dick into her beautiful pussy.

  Hunt moved up behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and widened his stance. His condom-covered cock bumped against her pussy. He canted his hips and pressed forward and slid into heaven. When he was in balls-deep he held still, giving her time to adjust to his cock being inside her.

  She pushed back against him as she continued bobbing her head up and down Adam’s cock. Hunt began to move. Rocking his hips forward and back with ever increasing speed. Adam had his head tipped back and his teeth clenched and looked like he was being tortured. When Prue gagged Adam looked down and then wrapped his hand around the base of his cock.

  “You don’t need to go so deep, sweetie. Everything you do feels so fucking good.”

  Hunt nodded in agreement and pressed forward again. Her pussy walls fluttered around his dick and he knew she was close. He glanced at Thorpe who was squatting beside the tub watching Prue. “She’s on the edge. Help me send her over.”

  Thorpe reached out toward her breasts. Hunt thought he may have pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumbs when her cunt tightened on him even more. Her whimper was muffled by Adam’s cock.

  Prue cupped Adam’s balls and gently rolled them in their sac. Hunt slid his hand from around her waist and covered her mound with his palm. He searched for her clit and she bucked back against him when he found it and he began to caress the sensitive little button faster and with firmer strokes.

  “Prue,” Adam moaned. “I’m gonna come, sweetie. Pull off.”

  It looked like Prue tightened her grip on Adam’s testis and then she squeezed gently. Adam yelled and bucked forward with his hand still on the base of his cock so he wouldn’t choke her and then he shuddered as he shot his load into her mouth. She gulped quickly and continuously until Adam withdrew his cock from her mouth. He leaned back against the wall gasping and panting as he tried to regain his breath.

  Hunt pumped into Prue’s pussy hard and fast. The base of his spine was tingling and he knew he wasn’t far off from reaching climax. Thorpe continued to pay homage to her breasts and he rubbed her clit faster. Just as he thought he was going to lose his fight and shoot off before Prue, she cried out and clamped down on his cock. Her internal muscles rippled and contracted around his dick over and over again. She covered his cock with her cream and milked him.

  He thrust forward on a yell and froze as the most powerful climax he’d ever experienced washed over him. He shot load after load into the end of the condom and trembled behind her. By the time Prue’s climax waned he felt like his balls had been turned inside out and he felt as weak as a newborn kitten. Hunt leaned down over her and hugged her tight. He never felt so emotionally connected to anyone in his entire life, not even his brothers.

  Prue Peters was the love of his life. She made him feel whole, complete and she would be forever in his heart. He’d hoped to find a woman that he and his brothers could love and take care of but he’d never imagined he would find her while out on a mission. He vowed to spend the rest of his life loving Prue and keeping her safe. There was no other woman he wanted to be with more than the precious bundle currently in his arms.

  Hunt kissed her shoulder, grabbed the end of the condom and eased from her pussy. She moaned and then she slid down off the seat and into the tub. Adam caught her under her arms and then eased her into the seat once more.

  “Prue, are you okay?” Adam got into the tub and sat beside her.

  “Yeah,” Prue replied, blinked and then covered her mouth when she yawned.

  “You’re all worn out aren’t you, baby?” Thorpe asked as he stood up and snagged a clean towel from the rack.

  “Yeah.”

  Hunt climbed out of the bath to dispose of the condom and turned back around as Adam wrapped an arm around Prue’s shoulder and pulled her into his side.

  “Is that all you can say, honey?” Hunt asked.

  “Yeah,” Prue sighed and closed her eyes.

  Hunt smiled at his brothers and they smiled in return. Their little honey was all worn out from their lovemaking. Pride filled him at knowing that they had satisfied their woman to the point of exhaustion. Adam lifted her into his arms and stepped out of the spa bath. Between the three of them they dried her off and got her into bed without waking her.

  Adam placed her in the middle of the mattress and smiled at Hunt when Prue sighed and rolled over onto her side, and then climbed in after her.

  Even though Thorpe beat him and got in on her other side, Hunt wasn’t envious of his brothers. He would get the chance to snuggle up closer to Prue tomorrow night and one of his siblings would be sleeping at the bottom of the bed near her feet where he planned to or would sleep in their own beds.

  Life couldn’t get any better than being in love with Prue.

  * * * *

  Adam relished having Prue snuggled up close to his body. His heart was so full of love he was almost bursting. He
’d never imagined that she would have been so bold to order him around, but he was damn glad he hadn’t questioned her when she ordered him to sit of the edge of the tub. When Prue had licked his cock and then sucked him into her warm wet mouth his eyes had nearly rolled back into his head. Her untutored touch had nearly done him in and it had taken all his control not to shoot off straight away. He’d never felt so emotionally connected to her as he had right then and he still felt that way with her cuddled up in his arms. He’d been a bit worried that having Yvonne here would put a damper on their relationship but that wasn’t the case. Thank you, God.

  Adam loved the sounds Prue made when she was being pleasured by them. Her voice had such a husky, sultry quality to it that just hearing her speak was enough to get his dick standing up to attention. He pulled her in tighter against his body when she sighed and smiled and rubbed her cheek against his chest. Having her naked body against his was a simple pleasure but one he planned to savor all night long.

  The only thing that would make him feel better was if she told him she loved him, but he was just going to have to be patient. And even though he was usually more patient than his brothers, it was going to be very hard to bide his time.

  * * * *

  The Infiltrator couldn’t believe the little slut had the balls to have sex with three men. Standing outside the bathroom window the Infiltrator smirked at the disgusting noises heard from within. The Infiltrator would never have believed such a timid woman would do something as adventurous as a ménage.

  When she had been in captivity she had whined and begged for her life. The captors had filmed the women at certain times and had sent those images via email to the Infiltrator, who had then given them to the second in charge, and the second in charge had sent them onto the boss.

  When the boss had found out about his men being killed or incarcerated, the right-hand man had been given an ultimatum. Get those women back or you and the Infiltrator are dead.

  If the Infiltrator had a choice those women would already dead and other women would have been snatched from the streets to replace them, but the stupid boss man had already shown the clients the videos and those clients didn’t want any other women. Now it was the Infiltrator’s job to watch, wait and plan. Even if it took months the Infiltrator would achieve that goal, but of course that was impossible. There was a deadline to meet and time was ticking.

  A noise from across the yard drew the Infiltrator’s attention. Taking care to stay in the shadows, the Infiltrator crept around the edge of the house. One of the other women was heading toward the barn. Making sure there were no ranch hands around, the Infiltrator trailed her. The one known as Sara entered the barn and just as the Infiltrator was about to follow, male’s voice sounded from within.

  Cursing silently the Infiltrator crept away, once more staying in the shadows. Maybe it was time to call the second-in-charge in to help? No. A few more days wouldn’t hurt. There had to be something the Infiltrator could do to get that slut alone. There was no way the Infiltrator would be able to get at all three women at the same time.

  After making sure no one else was about the Infiltrator headed back to the house. Slipping back into the room and taking the smartphone from the jeans pocket, the Infiltrator searched the Web. When the phone showed a situation that was simple yet effective the Infiltrator studied what would be needed and hoped all the items could be found around the ranch.

  But first, to make the men and women nervous. A few accidents here and there should take care of that.

  The Infiltrator would go for the most recent rescued woman first. By the time it was Sara’s turn they would all be scared shitless.

  By this time next year hopefully the Infiltrator would be on a tropical island with servants to satisfy every whim.

  After memorizing all the plans the Infiltrator turned off the phone and got into bed.

  Tomorrow would be the first day of many amusing accidents. It was going to be fun watching from the sidelines but the end results would be worth it.

  Chapter Eight

  Prue woke late the next morning and after rushing through a shower and dressing she headed toward the main house. Everyone was already sitting at the large dining table and eating their breakfasts. May got up and was about to get her some food but Prue waved and served herself from the platters on the bench. Her stomach rumbled at the assortment of food on display and she ended up getting a little of everything.

  She walked over to the table and quietly greeted everyone before sitting on Adam’s right. Yvonne was sitting in between Thorpe and Hunt and from what she could see seemed comfortable in their presence.

  “How are you feeling, sweetie?” Adam whispered in her ear.

  “Good,” she replied just as quietly.

  “Are you sore?”

  Prue gave a slight nod of her head and then lowered her gaze to her plate when her cheeks heated. Adam kissed her on the head and nudged her arm.

  “Eat up, Prue. You’re going to need your strength to keep up with the three of us.”

  Prue giggled and then set about enjoying her breakfast. She was really hungry and figured all the exercise from last night must have helped her appetite. It wasn’t until she was nearly finished before she looked around the room. Yvonne was whispering in Hunt’s ear and Hunt was smiling. The food she’d just eaten felt like lead and her stomach began to churn. The happiness she’d felt since the night before waned and a knot formed in her chest.

  When Yvonne placed her hand on Hunt’s arm and when he didn’t pull away from her touch, pain pierced her heart. She had no idea why she was reacting the way she was. It wasn’t as if Yvonne was making a sexual overture to Hunt.

  Prue pushed her chair back and began to help clear the table. Sara, Nicole, her, and May had everything cleared away and cleaned quickly but she couldn’t stop looking over at Hunt and Yvonne. From the look of it Yvonne now had her hand on Hunt’s thigh. She couldn’t take anymore and without saying anything she stalked away.

  Prue headed out to the barn where some of the horses were kept. She’d ridden a couple of times with one of her men but she wasn’t a good rider since she’d never been on a horse until recently. Right now she was so restless and the ache in her chest wouldn’t leave, so she decided a ride might help clear her head. She headed to the gentle mare she’d ridden before and patted its nose as it looked over the stall door at her. The hair on her nape prickled and she turned to scan the interior of the building but no one was there.

  With a sigh at her paranoia, she grabbed some tack and opened the stall door. After making sure the bridle was in place and hopefully done up right, she slung a blanket over the horses back and then went to collect the saddle. She grunted at the weight but was determined to do this task by herself. After she got the saddle onto the horse’s back, she studied the strap that was supposed to hold it in place and tried to remember what Thorpe had done when he’d secured it.

  Prue reached under the horse’s belly and pulled the strap through the buckle and pulled as hard as she could. When she couldn’t pull anymore she secured the tines and prayed that it wouldn’t come undone. She led the horse out into the open yard and looked around for a place she could use to mount up. A plastic crate was near the corral fence and looked sturdy enough. She walked over to it, picked it up and carried it away from the fence. Prue placed it on the ground, making sure it wouldn’t tip over and stepped up onto it, put her foot in the stirrup and grasped hold of the knob on the saddle. A moment later she was on the horse’s back.

  None of the ranch hands were around and she sighed in relief, figuring they were out in the pastures tending to the cattle. There would be no one to stop her impulsive sojourn.

  Prue nudged the horse forward and kept looking back toward the house until she was out of sight. She sighed with relief that she hadn’t been stopped and would have some time to herself. The knot in her chest wouldn’t let go and she was so hurt by Hunt and Yvonne’s behavior she was worried she would begi
n snapping at everyone around her.

  The further Prue got from the house the more she relaxed. By the time she made it to the line of trees near the stream most of the tension had waned. After dismounting and securing her mount she sat on a large rock by the water. Birds twittered and the sound of the water babbling over the stones was soothing. As she sat watching the water flow she tried to figure out why she had felt so jealous and wondered if maybe Hunt didn’t like her as much as he’d said. The revelation was frightening and startling.

  She was irrevocably in love with all three men. Of course she knew she cared for them. She wouldn’t have given them her body, her virginity, if she hadn’t, but Prue had never expected to fall in love. After spending most of her childhood in the care of the state and foster homes, she’d begun to think that love was just a myth. Now that she knew different she wasn’t sure what to think or how she was going to handle being in love with three men, especially if they didn’t return those feelings. Maybe leaving would be the best option after all.

  A twig snapped behind her and she turned her head to look back over her shoulder. Yvonne was walking toward her. It was only then that she noticed the other horse tethered next to hers. She’d been so lost in contemplation she hadn’t even heard her friend coming.

  “Hey, Prue. What are you doing out here all alone?” Yvonne sat down next to her on the rock.

  “I just needed a little time to myself.”

  “Is there anything wrong?”

  “No, I just miss my home, you know? I feel like I’m hanging in limbo at the moment. I’m so used to doing things for myself, working and being independent. I’m feeling a little lost.”