Trouble in Miami [Trouble, Tennessee 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Natalie Acres

  Sable, Harley, and Mac approached next. Sable winked at Mac and Harley. “Woman is fearless.”

  “If I was, it was because I drew strength from you.” She turned to Allister. “I could use a drink, a shower, and a slow screw, in that order.”

  “I’ve never been one to follow specific orders, Ellie.” He lifted her up and carried her cradle-style to the car.

  A guy with sleeved tats advanced from the left. “You must be some kind of woman.”

  Ellie gripped Allister’s arm. He released her which was a telling sign. He knew the man.

  “I want you to meet someone. Hank Ellis, meet Ellie Hunter. Ellie, this is the man who told us where to find you.”

  Ellie leaned over and kissed his cheek, ignoring his extended hand. “Thank you, Mr. Ellis. I know what you risked by leading them here.” The cops had said the neighborhood traditionally had the reputation for stiff upper lips. “I really appreciate it and hope we didn’t cause you too much grief.”

  About that time, Seth’s chauffeur and many of the gang members were led away in handcuffs. Seth was soon escorted to a cruiser, too. He didn’t look at anyone in particular. He didn’t make threats, call names, or spew promises. Once he was seated in the backseat, however, he turned to the window and winked at Ellie.

  Immediately enraged, Allister took a sudden leap. “Son of a—”

  “Let it go,” Hank said, placing a firm hand against Allister’s gut. “He’s going away for life and all of us around here are thankful to you for making that happen.” He smiled at Ellie. “As for saving you? For a kiss like that, I’d do it again.” He pointed at Allister. “Make sure she knows where to find me. If she ever gets tired of you guys, she’ll have a place here in Miami.”

  She laughed. “Thank you, Mr. Ellis, but I’m not sure I could stand the heat here in Miami.”

  Hank slapped Allister on the back and chuckled. “Considering what I’ve heard about Trouble, I’d say you got all the heat you can handle in the hills of Tennessee.”

  Chapter Twelve

  After checking in at their hotel, they’d enjoyed a poolside toast and raised their glasses to love and life, a life they planned to live out a little more cautiously. Now alone with her men, Ellie gravitated to the bed, intent on loving each of them all night long. The fucking was inevitable, but more importantly, the reunion stood as extraordinary and special.

  She would never take her men for granted or the extraordinary love they shared.

  Her mouth traveled. Her hands wandered. Her body just downright hummed. She climbed atop Allister and immediately curved her legs around his waist, pressing her nipples to his lips and savagely fucking him.

  Each stroke was forceful and deep as his cock reached for that special spot, a sensitive little area guaranteed to set her off. “There you go, Ellie. Ride it out, baby.”

  She fell back in his arms and Ryan was there to support her. His lips caught an extended nipple and he devoured her chest with plenty of attention while Allister drove inside her hard and fast, without one bit of mercy.

  “Oh fuck!” She cried out as he gripped her hips and thrust inside her in rapid succession.

  He worked his cock like he never planned to leave, burying it inside her. As soon as she came down from one orgasm, she was quickly greeted by another, only vaguely aware of her body being passed off and handled with extreme care by yet another lover.

  “Scoot down here, babe,” Bradley rasped, bringing her hips forward and screwing her next. There wasn’t a lot of foreplay with Bradley and she hadn’t expected it. He’d looked so tortured when they’d first found them, so completely out of his element.

  Ryan went to her lips, easing into her mouth with a gentleman’s kiss. He stroked her tongue, caressed her mouth, and then returned to her breasts again, taunting her.

  Bradley took over then, dragging her to face him. And as she seated herself on his cock, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face, whimpering with every stroke, relishing in their connection.

  “Just fuck me, Bradley,” she whispered, afraid if he told her too much, if he revealed how scared he’d been, she’d fall apart right there in his arms.

  He slipped his hands down her torso and held her firmly in place wedging his dick high inside her channel as he screwed her without mercy, without shame. He was relentless in his effort, throwing down a smooth rocking rhythm as she reached another climatic point and bounced gently over him, swaying with his movements, locking her ankles behind his back.

  “Ah Ellie,” he whispered, his body jerking with hers.

  He kissed her with fervor then, pushing her back against the bed and topping her. A wild and restless fuck began as he thrust in and out so quickly that she tired before he did. Still, he screwed her, taking her passionately and never pausing, never breaking his rhythm.

  A few minutes passed and his body went into a tremendous jolt. He stiffened then and sank to the bed, pulling her over him and whispering loving sentiments at her ear.

  He would never let her go. They would never risk losing her again.

  Derek was behind her at that moment, rimming her with his probing moist fingers. He pressed his palm to her hip and leaned over her back. “He’s not giving up his spot. Is he?”

  Ryan shot her a wink. “Bradley will have a fight on his hands if he doesn’t pass around our sweetheart.”

  Her pussy clenched at the sound of Ryan’s hypnotic voice. She must’ve imagined him whispering in her ear a dozen times when she’d feared death was at her door.

  “Come with me, dear,” Ryan teased, pulling her to him.

  Ryan ran his tongue over one nipple and then the other. Derek nipped at her shoulder. Bradley seemingly hesitated before he let her go and Allister was joining them again, already showered, already prepared for her once more.

  As if they feared they’d lose their place or perhaps be nudged aside, Derek spread her cheeks and entered her. Ryan thrust inside her from the front. With incredible sharing techniques, they rocked her to and fro, back and forth, with an easy loving rhythm.

  Allister cocked his head and dropped his towel, stroking his thick heavy shaft as he eyed their connection with heated interest. Turning her head to the side, she bowed her back and let Ryan pamper her while pushing against Derek as he entered her.

  Then, she cupped Allister’s balls and moistened her lips, summoning him to bed in her own special way.

  In a matter of moments, his cock parted her lips and she sipped at him, savoring the sweet taste of his excitement dousing her tongue. She took a quick breath and then sucked him with reverent delivery, making up her mind then.

  She would destroy his defenses.

  Those who held her and shared her must’ve arrived at similar conclusions. As she sucked Allister off and swallowed his release, Derek slammed inside her and Ryan fucked her like a renegade, full of pride and precise in his aim.

  She gripped Allister’s dick as she licked him clean and as he backed away from the bed, she bowed her head and just let Ryan and Derek have her. As it turned out, they were just getting started.

  The night of good loving was a night to remember, a moment to cherish, an evening to covet as their own. They were the lucky ones.

  They had met a specific challenge and survived impossible odds all in the name of love.

  Epilogue

  Two Days Later

  Key West

  “I can’t believe we’re here.” Ellie affixed her oversized straw hat on her head and tossed on her new sunglasses.

  “I can’t believe the guys actually let us have some girl time,” Serena said, opening her book and flipping to her stomach.

  Sable stirred her frozen margarita and watched the beach. “Have you ever seen a more beautiful place?”

  “The water is so blue, so perfect,” Heather said, sitting next to Ellie under the umbrella.

  “Beer is in the cooler,” Ellie told her. “Cocktail service comes through here every hour or so.”


  “Glad you finally made it, by the way,” Sable said, ribbing her. “What time did you get up?”

  Heather let her sunglasses dip down her nose. “Are you kidding me? I haven’t been to bed.”

  “Then let me just say that you’re looking remarkable in your freshly fucked state.”

  “Thanks,” Heather said. “I think.”

  “Did you guys talk to Bane last night?” Heather asked, seemingly at ease with Serena. From what Ellie had learned earlier that morning, Serena had tried to apologize but Heather wouldn’t discuss it. She had assured her that an apology wasn’t necessary among sisters, a nice classy touch, all things considered.

  “We used Skype,” Serena said, blushing.

  Ellie snickered. Sable clucked. Heather caught on a moment or two later.

  “Let me guess, you and Draegan can’t have a moment without Bane there to witness it?” Sable asked.

  “Oh no, it’s not like that at all,” Serena said. “We’re trying to get pregnant so after what happened, we decided if we have unprotected sex, we want the other ‘father’ there. Life is too short and unpredictable to take the special moments for granted. It’s just something we’re committed to doing, so when our children come into this world, they know they are part of a very special loving union, one which was a planned family right from the beginning.”

  “I think that’s really sweet, Serena,” Heather said.

  “Me, too,” she said, lifting her book again. “We’re pretty lucky to have such great guys.”

  “We are,” Heather agreed, opening the cooler. “And after everything that’s happened, they’re still giving us a girl’s day out.”

  Sable rolled her eyes. “I know. Right? Who would’ve thought?”

  The women all turned then and waved at their men, located about twenty feet down the beach and slightly behind them.

  “Does Allister have binoculars?” Heather asked, sitting straight up.

  Sable grunted. “Psht. Are you kidding me? They all do.”

  “So much for a girl’s day out,” Serena said, laughing.

  “It’s absolutely perfect.” Ellie lifted her glass. “To a girl’s day on the beach.”

  Glasses and bottles clanged together. “Here! Here!”

  THE END

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