Blake, Abby - Soldier [Altered Destinies 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Abby Blake

  “How about we discuss this in the morning?” she asked quietly.

  “Nope,” Zane said as he lifted her up and placed her so that she sat leaning against the headboard. “Explain now. Why don’t you want to marry us?”

  “I do want to marry you, but can’t you see how horribly complicated things are going to get?”

  “No, baby,” Rick said quietly. “Everything’s going to work out fine. You’ll see.”

  They both wriggled into comfortable positions on the bed and then grabbed her ankles and pulled until she was lying between them.

  “Go to sleep, princess. We have four hours before we have dinner with the girls and Alana and her family.”

  “But…”

  “No buts,” he ordered sternly. “Sleep.” When she went to open her mouth again, he warned, “Don’t make me get the ball gag.”

  She smiled as he closed his eyes. Rick’s eyes were closed, too.

  Conversation over? Not fucking likely.

  * * * *

  Jenna woke a few hours later as warm hands caressed her all over. She moaned as a tongue laved her nipple at the same time that her legs were pushed wide and gentle fingers massaged her clit.

  “Look who’s awake,” Zane said with a happy grin. Rick hummed against her breast, suckling the sensitive tip until she lifted off the bed, begging for more. “Did you sleep well, princess?”

  Was Zane for real? Who wanted to talk about sleep when desire was warming her all over?

  “F–fine,” she said brokenly as Zane smiled at her and sank his finger deep into her pussy at the same time. Rick released her breast and lifted to press a soft kiss to her lips.

  “Are you sore, baby?”

  She smiled at his concern, but shook her head. “I’m fine.”

  “Excellent,” Zane said as he pushed a second finger deep into her pussy. She lifted off the bed, gasping as Rick’s fingers joined Zane’s. Both men finger-fucked her as she writhed breathlessly on the bed.

  “We were hoping,” Rick said as his slick fingers slid from her pussy and pressed against the tight pucker of her ass, “that we could convince you to marry us.”

  “And how do you plan to do that?” she asked breathlessly a moment before Rick sank both fingers deep into her ass.

  “By making sure,” Zane said as he finger-fucked her harder, “that you know how well we can take care of you.” She knew he meant take care of her in more general terms, but right now, right this moment, the only thing she wanted was them to take care of her orgasm. Zane smiled as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

  “We want to make love to you at the same time.” Rick scissored his fingers in her ass, derailing every thought she had in her head. Liquid heat flowed through her as they finger-fucked her together, mimicking the pleasure they promised.

  “Yes,” she managed to force past her teeth. The sensations were so intense that she could barely imagine how she’d survive, but she couldn’t even consider calling a halt now.

  Zane rolled onto his back, and they stopped their slow torture to help her into position. As soon as she straddled Zane’s hips, he lifted up and pressed his cock against the slippery lips of her pussy. Gently he pushed her onto his erection as Rick caressed the globes of her ass.

  “So beautiful,” he mumbled as Zane impaled her on his dick.

  She heard the snap of the lube bottle being opened and a moment later felt the cold gel touch her skin. She shivered slightly as Rick carefully prepared her, stretching and relaxing the muscles as Zane held her still and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

  She squeaked an involuntary, frightened noise when she felt Rick press the head of his cock against her back hole.

  “Shh…baby, we’ll take care of you,” Rick said as he held still, his dick poised at her back entrance. He caressed her spine and shoulders with his warm hands until she relaxed. “Push out. Push against me, baby.” She did as he instructed, amazed at how different it felt as he slid into her tight passage.

  Zane groaned then lifted slightly to press a kiss to her lips. “I love you,” he whispered. Tears misted her eyes as she kissed him back, the incredible feeling of belonging, of being one with her men, taking her by surprise.

  “I love you, too,” Rick said on a deep moan as he started to pull out again. She nodded, words impossible as Zane lifted her slightly to pull his cock from her pussy and Rick slid back into her ass.

  Slowly they loved her, proving without words that she was precious to them. She closed her eyes as tingling sensations began deep in her womb. Her clit throbbed, swelling and begging for their touch, yet still they loved her slowly.

  She growled and tried to speed up the pace, but they held her still, caging her between their big bodies. In and out, over and over, they slid into her body in turn. Heat spread through her middle, her muscles tightening as her desire wound higher.

  She almost screamed when gentle fingers finally touched her clit, pressing and massaging the needy bud. Heat built rapidly, swirling in her gut, her love for these two men creating a tempest deep within. She felt Zane and Rick’s emotions surround her, engulf her, and finally understood the depth of their love for her.

  “Come for us,” Zane growled.

  Her entire body started to shake, liquid heat pooling in her belly as electricity raced through her. She cried out, breathless, as her orgasm burst and her men sped up.

  They pounded into her over and over and over, her climax continuing to swirl through her as she felt their rhythm falter. They both cried out as they reached their own peaks.

  Breathing hard, his arms shaking with the effort to hold his weight off her back, Rick pressed a soft kiss to her neck.

  “Please marry us, baby,” he said in a soft whisper.

  She nodded, unable to deny that the three of them belonged together. Zane grinned and pressed his lips to hers once more.

  She snuggled into his embrace, uncertain how a marriage between the three of them would work. The only thing she knew for sure was that she would never willingly walk away from these incredible men.

  * * * *

  “Something’s different,” Alana said as she looked closely at Jenna. Jenna tried not to look horrified, but she must’ve failed because Alana gave her a look of concern before stepping forward to hug her. Jenna didn’t exactly cringe away from the contact, but she still felt incredibly uncomfortable with displays of affection.

  “Did they hurt you?” Alana asked as Rafe and Gabe entered the room, obviously in response to her summons.

  “No,” she said in a croaky voice. “No, they didn’t hurt me.” Gabe and Rafe flanked either side as Alana continued to look at her critically.

  “What then? It’s incredibly frustrating not being able to sense my twin sister’s emotions, but even without them, I know something is off. Explain right now, or...or…” She hesitated, obviously searching for a threat that might have some effect on Jenna. “Or I’ll call Theresa.”

  Jenna rolled her eyes. She’d only met Theresa once. She’d felt her power, sensed just how incredible the woman’s skills were, but she wasn’t exactly frightened of her. Alana stomped her foot in obvious frustration.

  “She’s on edge because we asked her to marry us.” Rick’s calm voice penetrated the tension, and she groaned out loud. She didn’t want to discuss this, didn’t want to involve everyone else. Alana turned to stare at Rick.

  “So why isn’t she happy?”

  “She thinks life will be too complicated with two husbands.”

  “Phhht,” Alana dismissed. “Far more advantages than problems.” She winked conspiratorially, hugged Jenna again, and then left the room.

  Rafe lifted her chin to look in her eyes. “They’re good men.” She nodded as he kissed her cheek. Gabe hugged her quickly, and then they both left the room as well, leaving her alone with her men.

  “See,” Zane said smugly. “Your family loves us, so now you’ve got to marry us.”

  She smiled at his faulty l
ogic but nodded her head.

  “Yes, I’ll marry you, both of you.”

  She wanted to say more, but two recently bathed, excited little girls raced into the room and started to tell her all about the zoo. Rick wrapped his arm around her waist, and Zane held her hand and the five of them sat on the sofa to discuss the various animals the girls had seen that day.

  Chapter Eleven

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!”

  “Oh, stop griping. You look beautiful. And Kara and Hailey look adorable in their pink dresses. Now quit fussing so I can make sure the hem is right.” Alana moved around the flared skirt, shaking and fluffing so that the material sat as it should. Jenna barely recognized the woman who looked back at her from her reflection. Her usual braid was gone, replaced by gentle golden-brown waves that framed her face. She wore makeup for the first time in her life and found it a little startling every time she looked in the mirror. Her eyes had never seemed so striking or her cheekbones as high as they did right now. The dress was a gorgeous creation of lace and satin in a creamy ivory color and made Jenna feel more feminine than she had in her entire life.

  “I think we’re ready. Just let me grab the flowers from the fridge and we’ll be okay to go. Stay right here.”

  Jenna really wanted to swear, but she held her tongue and nodded her assent.

  * * * *

  “What do you mean she’s gone?” Zane’s anxiety kicked sky-high when he realized Alana was talking to both her husbands telepathically. He’d never been able to eavesdrop on a conversation before, but he was too worried about Jenna to think about it now.

  “What do you mean she’s gone?” he asked Gabe in a much louder voice.

  “We’re not sure,” Gabe said calmly. “Alana said they were fully dressed and she went to get the flowers, and when she got back, all three were gone.”

  “The girls are gone, too?” Rick’s voice was also filled with alarm.

  This could not be happening. This was absolutely not happening! The last six months had been the best of their lives. Jenna fit perfectly into their home and having the girls move in with them had been wonderful for them all. She’d been so happy. Why would she leave now?

  As his panic receded a little and he could think more clearly, Zane remembered that he and Rick could always sense where their woman was, and he closed his eyes to concentrate on finding her. Panic gripped him anew as he realized he couldn’t sense her at all. He called to her telepathically, but she didn’t answer.

  They were less than five miles away from the house. Even in a car, she couldn’t have gotten out of range fast enough for them not to sense her. Was she cloaking her presence? Why?

  Caleb and Ethan approached from the guest area where everyone had been waiting in the garden for the bride to arrive. Hell, the last thing he needed was his bosses breathing down his neck. The woman he loved and the children he’d begun to think of as his own were gone, and he had no fucking idea why.

  “Sit-rep,” Caleb said to Gabe.

  “Jenna, Kara, and Hailey are missing.”

  “Can you sense them?” Caleb asked Rick and Zane.

  “No,” Rick replied angrily, confirming Zane’s worst fears. They’d only recently been able to truly sense the girls, so he’d hoped it was just his skill that was faulty, but if Rick couldn’t sense them either...

  “Is it possible that she’s just overwhelmed?”

  “No,” Zane denied angrily. “She loves us. She wouldn’t leave without a damn good reason.”

  “Zane.” Jason’s quiet voice interrupted his tirade. “She is capable of manipulating people’s thoughts and emotions. It is possible that she set this up to get the girls back for the Professor?”

  Zane had a great deal of respect for his future brother-in-law, but at this moment he could happily rip his head off. “No,” he ground out, anger pumping through him at the idea that Jenna could plot and plan and fool everyone for so long.

  Rick stepped forward aggressively. “She’s in trouble. My daughters are in danger, and you are standing here wondering if Jenna planned this. Are you fucking crazy? They need our help, and you’re doing fuck all.” Zane turned to Rick, recognizing his own emotions in Rick’s violent words.

  “Rick, we’ll go after them, but we need information,” Caleb said calmly. “We have no idea where they are or where they are headed, and we need to know who the enemy is here.”

  “Jenna is not the fucking enemy. She’s my wife—even without the damn ceremony—she’s our wife. Rick and I are going after her with or without your help.” Zane turned away angrily. He heard the telepathic communication between Caleb and Ethan, but it was so fast and cryptic that he couldn’t interpret its meaning. From the corner of his eye, he saw Ethan nod and then turn to Rick and Zane.

  “Let’s go save your family,” he said simply.

  * * * *

  Jenna woke with a blinding headache. Where the hell was she?

  “Hello, Jenna. So nice to have you home.” She didn’t need to turn around to know who owned that voice. Dread skittered down her spine as she tried to clear the fog from her brain. Her girls? Where were the girls?

  “They’re safe,” the Professor said smugly. “And if you’re a good mommy and follow orders, they’ll stay that way.” She shook her head in confusion. “Don’t test me, Jenna. You know what I’m capable of.”

  She nodded her understanding even as she tried to sense her daughters’ whereabouts. “Don’t go wasting your time. I injected them with my vitamin formula as soon as they got here. No one can sense them now. Not even me.” She wanted to rip the arrogant smile right off the bastard’s face, but she reined in her temper. She had to stay calm if she wanted a chance to rescue her girls.

  “Nothing to say? My, my, domestic bliss certainly took a shine off that wonderfully caustic personality of yours.”

  “Where are they?” she asked calmly, still trying to sense them herself.

  “Close. They can even see you.” He pointed to a surveillance camera over his left shoulder. “Wave to your girls, Mommy. Let them know you’re okay.” She tried to plaster a smile on her face, but it felt stiff and unconvincing. She knew she wouldn’t fool her girls at all, but she almost cried out loud as Hailey’s soft voice entered her head.

  “We’re okay, Mommy. He said he’d kill you if we tried to leave.”

  Careful to make sure her thoughts were shielded from the Professor, Jenna sent a telepathic reply to her clever young daughter at the same time that she spoke aloud to the Professor.

  “Why am I here? Last time I saw you I left with three bullets in my back.”

  “Hailey, you and Kara need to call for help. Zane and Rick will come for you. Don’t worry about me. Just get yourselves to safety.”

  She heard Kara’s telepathic sob, but Hailey answered, “I love you, Mommy. Rick and Zane will rescue you, too.”

  “I know they will, honey. Stay together. Be safe.”

  The Professor laughed at her “bullets in the back” comment, and too late, she realized that she may have confirmed the rumors about Jason’s healing ability. “You seem to have recovered remarkably well for someone so close to death. Must’ve left some ugly scars. They should serve to remind you what happens to lab rats who try to leave the maze.”

  She nodded carefully, silently praying that he wouldn’t try to see the scars for himself. Thanks to Jason’s extraordinary gift, she had none. He’d even healed the ugly, ragged scar on her lower belly where the caesarean surgery had been done years earlier.

  “Well, I’m sure you’re keen to get settled. You’re going to be here for a long time, Jenna, so you may as well get used to it. Remember, your behavior will affect your girls. They’re safe for the moment. Don’t give me a reason to change that and we’ll all get along just fine.”

  He turned and left the room, the heavy metal door clanging closed with a sickening thud. It didn’t matter what happened to her. She had to make sure her daughters got to saf
ety, and then she was shutting down the Professor and his facilities once and for all.

  * * * *

  Rick searched the house. There were no signs of a struggle, no sign of where they’d gone, and he was fast losing hope. If they didn’t know where they’d been taken, he had no way of rescuing them.

  Frustration ground him down, but a small, niggling sensation tickled the back of his brain. Almost immediately, he recognized it as Jenna when she first wakes from a heavy sleep. She had that lazy, confused feeling she usually had, but today it seemed darker, frightened.

  “She’s been unconscious,” Rick told the others as relief wriggled through him. Jason’s comment about Jenna being able to manipulate him and Zane had planted the smallest, ugliest seed of doubt in his mind. Her being unconscious when she disappeared proved Jason’s theory wrong and made Rick feel guilty for ever entertaining even the smallest amount of uncertainty. She loved him and Zane. She would never hurt them that way.

  He made telepathic contact with Zane, who was searching the garden for any signs of what happened. “I feel her, too, but it feels strange, like she’s injured or drugged. She’s not answering me either. Damn, come on, princess. Wake up and tell us where you are.”

  Rick kept trying to sense where Jenna was being held. He was concentrating so hard that the small voice of a child who’d never communicated telepathically with him before almost dropped him to his knees.

  “Hailey,” he sent telepathically, surprise and relief furring his voice. “Hailey, do you know where you are?”

  “Yes, but he has our mommy and said he would hurt her if we tried to leave.”

  “Hailey, is Kara with you?”

  “Yes, she doesn’t want Mommy to get hurt either, but Mommy said to call you and Zane ’cause you’ll come get us and then help Mommy.”

  “That’s right, honey,” Rick said as he ran an agitated hand through his messed up hair. He still wore the tuxedo he should’ve been married in by now. “Hailey, tell me where you are and then stay close to Kara. We’re coming to get you.”