Woman on Top [McQueen Was My Valley 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  Brooke was surprised Nathan would admit this. She put her water glasses down on the bar again.

  “But it’s the sort of dullness that stands you in good stead over a whole lifetime, Brooke. You’ve probably felt it before, with your Charleston lifestyle. How much longer can I maintain this? Is it even desirable anymore? Adrian meditates—does some Zen stuff I’m not familiar with. All of us mercs have our methods of maintaining sanity. So he’s not even an adrenaline junkie like I am. Was,” he added, smirking.

  Brooke grinned. “So you’re saying it’s a lifestyle change that mature people would want to make?”

  “Exactly.”

  “I think I know what you mean. I didn’t want to keep the party lifestyle going, either. I was glad when my dad and Xandra practically ordered me out here. I just didn’t know what my new direction would be.”

  “Looks like you’ve found it.”

  Brooke regarded her brother-in-law fondly. “I’d like to think so. If you get any opportunity to put in a good word for me with those men, I’d appreciate it.”

  She knew she’s said those men instead of that man, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Nathan wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully. “I’d be glad to. It’s nice to keep the same lifestyle all in the family.”

  Brooke couldn’t misinterpret that. Nathan is welcoming me to the world of the nontraditional ménage relationship. She felt proud and more than a bit nervous. Was Nathan actually going to encourage his friend Adrian to stay in Bird in Hand, Utah? “Thank you, Nathan. You’re a good brother-in-law.”

  Nathan opened his mouth to reply, but Julian was touching his arm, holding out his work radio. “Mm-hmm,” he was telling the person on the radio, presumably Gabriel. “OK. I’ll tell Marcus and Cass.”

  Gabriel’s crackly voice said, “He just peeled out of here at 1408. I’m not predicting anything for certain, just giving you a heads up.”

  “Who peeled out?” Brooke whispered, her eyes wide and round. “Wade Rivers?”

  Julian asked Gabriel, “I guess you’re still keeping a watch on the house?”

  “Yeah,” said Gabriel. “I’ll stay here awhile and watch for movement.”

  “All right. Over.”

  Brooke clung to Julian’s arm. “What is it? What is it?” Marcus was the director of security for the Triple Play Lodge, and it wasn’t a good sign that they had to notify him of anything.

  “Wade’s roommate Dave Hall peeled out in Wade’s truck. Obviously Gabriel couldn’t follow him if he wanted to maintain surveillance on Wade. It gets real frustrating not having a partner.”

  Adrian was standing behind Julian. “I knew I should’ve gone with him.”

  Brooke had talked Adrian out of it. She wanted to ride horses with him at the ranch then take the lift up here to ski. Of course. Who wouldn’t prefer that to sitting in a truck with a numb ass? “Gabriel can’t sit surveillance on Wade’s house forever,” Brooke pointed out.

  “She’s right,” said Julian. “All we can really do is have Marcus and his security guards keep an eye out at the lodge for Dave Hall’s plates.” He paused, eyes flitting from Adrian to Brooke, then back to Adrian. “But don’t underestimate these fuckers. Everyone’s convinced that Wade Rivers is behind those rapes. Last August a citizen of Bird in Hand saw Wade leaving the scene of one of the crimes, but he was deemed an unreliable witness because he was drunk.”

  “Well, there’s nothing we can do,” said Brooke, “other than keep skiing.” She wanted to get Adrian’s mind off the subject, but apparently he didn’t want distraction.

  He said, “I feel ridiculous goofing off when Gabriel’s out there. The least I can do is go back and talk to Marcus, let him know what to look for.”

  “Sounds good,” said Julian. “I’ll go with you.”

  All Brooke could do was lamely follow Adrian, exhorting him to “be careful.” She didn’t really know what this involved other than being more aware of his surroundings.

  He touched her face with the back of his hand. “Of course, little one. Don’t forget. I’m accustomed to slinking down alleyways and hiding from the enemy.”

  “Little one”! He called me “little one.” Brooke was thrilled with this moniker and kept it foremost in her mind as she watched Adrian and Julian get in the gondolas that would take them back to the lodge. In her estimation, men didn’t come up with affectionate monikers unless they planned to stay.

  “Don’t worry too much,” advised Nathan. “Adrian’s got a fine Smith & Wesson semiautomatic.”

  Panic gripped Brooke. She’d never entertained the idea of Adrian packing a firearm. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

  Nathan didn’t look so sure now. “It is if Wade Rivers is only packing a sawed-off shotgun with a silencer.”

  Brooke cast Nathan a “thanks a lot” look and wistfully watched Adrian’s red gondola disappear over a snowy rise.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “All right. I think he’s ready, Brooke. He’s nice and stiff and ready to burst.”

  Gabriel knew that Adrian was only rimming his anus to test his own boundaries. Adrian’s bulbous cockhead had breached Gabriel’s tight ring while Adrian’s fist massaged oil into Gabriel’s bulging prick.

  Adrian was right. He was set to discharge any second now. He was so horny his balls were throbbing.

  “Take his big hot dick into your mouth, Brooke.”

  But apparently Brooke, on her knees in front of Gabriel on the bathroom floor, had other ideas. Her eyes were round and shining as she watched Adrian caress Gabriel’s hard-on. Gabriel was glad he wasn’t cuffed or bound this time, so he was free to fondle Brooke’s head, slithering her glossy curls between his fingers, urging her face toward his crotch.

  But she wasn’t interested. She wanted to watch as her boyfriend squeezed, massaged, and pumped Gabriel’s long cock. From her vantage point kneeling on the carpet, she couldn’t see the incredible view in the mirror that Gabriel was blessed with. Standing behind Gabriel, his hips arching into Gabriel’s backside, the white purity of Adrian’s skin was nearly blinding. Gabriel was overwhelmed by Adrian’s beauty, his shapely white ass clenching and rippling as he nudged his cock deeper up Gabriel’s asshole. Gabriel sighed deeply, relaxing into the fucking, hoping Adrian’s hand didn’t coax the semen from his dick before Brooke decided to wrap her lips around it.

  “Beautiful,” Adrian murmured in Gabriel’s ear, taking a bite out of his throat. His free hand, slick with oil, swept up Gabriel’s abdomen to tweak a nipple. Adrian was watching avidly in the mirror, too, his lust evident in the swelling of his cock inside of Gabriel. “Stunning. Exquisite.”

  “Ah,” Gabriel gasped as Adrian’s hand made a firm swipe over his cockhead. “Brooke. Now. Brooke! Now!”

  But Brooke was her own woman and didn’t fall for the enticement of his cock. Instead she stood tall and proud like a gorgeous shorebird in her bra, panties, and high heels. She had dressed like one of her modeling assignments, Gabriel suspected, to lure Adrian into her relationship web. Her love for Adrian shined through her dark, sultry eyes and was proudly displayed in every nuance of her body. Gabriel could hardly be jealous or fault her for her obvious passion for the ginger-haired marine when he felt the identical way.

  And Gabriel was willing to do whatever it took to be allowed membership into this seductive triangle. He had never really had a relationship with another man—just hookups in the desert, at camping spots, fishing holes, or nude watering holes like the Inkwells where he’d first seduced Adrian. He considered himself basically a hetero man, having had several long-term relationships with women that fell apart because he was out in the field—his “office”—so much of the time. Adrian Kinsey was the first man he’d had the misfortune to fall emotionally for, and Gabriel realized that his entire mood and destiny hung on Adrian’s every word and action.

  So Brooke, taking control of her own destiny, now moved to stand behind Adrian, rubbing her pussy against the crack of his bare ass. In th
e mirror Gabriel watched as she grabbed the bottle of oily lube from the vanity and pooled some in her palm, applying it between Adrian’s thighs. Adrian sighed into Gabriel’s ear and seated himself deeper, now rubbing his taut glans against Gabriel’s sensitive prostate. Gabriel reached behind him and wove his fingers at the back of Adrian’s neck, arching his lower back to thrust his ass toward Adrian. He wriggled like a pole dancer, loving the sensation of being on the verge of orgasm, just teetering at the top of that cliff, not quite plunging over the edge. “So good,” he sighed.

  Adrian continued pumping his lover’s cock while corkscrewing his own shaft up his backside. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Is it wrong that I want to watch you shoot against that mirror?”

  Gabriel grinned lazily. “Not wrong at all—”

  Adrian’s sharp gasp shut him up. Adrian’s cock twitched deep inside of Gabriel, and when he looked in the mirror he saw Brooke twisting some object up Adrian’s ass, her face shining with victory. What was the object? Gabriel craned his neck to see, but whatever it was had Adrian’s prick jumping and twitching, and a fine tremor went up the front of his thighs as he burrowed into Gabriel. His hand stilled around Gabriel’s cock.

  “You sly…saucy…buckle bunny,” Adrian breathed.

  Brooke was triumphant, nearly chortling with glee at having one-upped Adrian. “Gabriel stretched you out with that butt plug,” she reminded them, “and I could tell you liked it, so I thought you’d like this even better.”

  Now Adrian rotated his hips against Gabriel’s ass, luxuriating in the feel of whatever Brooke was shoving inside him. “Perfect. Don’t stop.”

  “Oh, you better know it, you terribly nasty boy.” Brooke stuck out her lower lip as she reamed Adrian with the implement.

  They really are the perfect couple. I shouldn’t intervene. But if Adrian doesn’t let me fuck this saucy Cattle Annie soon, I’m going to have to leave town. She’s driving me over the fucking edge. “Adrian,” he gasped, “you said you wanted to see me shoot—ah!”

  With no warning, Gabriel erupted in powerful, blissful spasms. Adrian was evidently taken by surprise, as he had to rotate Gabriel’s hips several degrees to obtain the display he wanted against the mirror, his fist stroking away at Gabriel’s member for dear life. Gabriel was amused to see the semen arc with such vigor and splash against the mirror. The sight must have enflamed Adrian, too, for shortly Gabriel could feel his lover’s cock spurting vigorously against his prostate. Adrian gasped raggedly as Brooke rotated the object inside his own rectum, and the twitching of his penis deep inside Gabriel propelled a few more jets of semen against the mirror.

  “I knew it,” panted Brooke as the writhing threesome slowed their breathing. She withdrew the implement from Adrian’s ass, and in the mirror Gabriel saw it was his collapsible police baton. “You came like a cannon the second I tickled that certain spot.”

  Was Gabriel becoming spoiled that he wanted Adrian to fuck him in that tantric way he’d fucked Brooke? He wanted to feel the rush of Adrian’s love, the energy flow Brooke must have felt as Adrian pinned her to the wall of the mineral pool. The fucking he’d just received had been brutal, obviously based in lust. From watching the other two fuck in the mineral pool, he knew that Adrian loved her as much as she loved Adrian. Adrian just couldn’t face admitting it.

  The men moaned and groaned like two bears coming out of hibernation and washed at the dual sinks. “Earthly desires are enlightenment,” Adrian said happily. It cheered Gabriel to hear him spout Buddhist phrases, but it wasn’t the same as feeling his kundalini flow through him.

  Gabriel dressed first and went into the kitchen to find something to put into his stomach. He’d given up sitting surveillance on Wade Rivers this morning around ten. Wade hadn’t moved, although his roommate Dave Hall had burned rubber down the street in Wade’s truck the day before. Wade obviously knew he was being watched and was lying low. Right after the arrests, Gabriel and Adrian had driven to the sites of all of the animal traps Wade would admit to and confiscated them.

  None of the three was a terribly good cook, so the cabin’s refrigerator contained a good array of condiments and nothing to put them on. Men who spent most of their time out in the field relied on bananas or nuts, and Brooke probably…Well, she didn’t look as though she ate much at all. As Gabriel gazed into the empty fridge, he became aware of a strange hissing. He looked at the coffeepot. None of the lights were on. On the other side of the cabin, a toilet was flushed and Brooke giggled as Adrian apparently grabbed her. Gabriel moved into the main living room and the hissing became louder. It was coming from outside the front door.

  The hissing stopped, and the door slammed on a truck that had been idling in the snowy drive. Gabriel’s hand had just touched the doorknob when simultaneously someone out front yelled, “Burn, fags, burn!” and the living room window imploded. A whooshing sound brought a fireball crashing through the glass. It landed on a leather couch and ignited into a column of flame as the truck out front sashayed down the slushy drive.

  Gabriel instantly leaped for a blanket that was folded on the couch, but the gasoline reek that penetrated his nostrils told him the blanket would only make it worse. Fire extinguisher? Probably the kitchen.

  By this time Adrian was already in the kitchen pivoting around like a quarterback, but it took Brooke to streak into the room and whisk the extinguisher from a low cabinet. She was saturating the smelly couch fire with foamy white stuff while screaming, “Go, Gabriel, go! Get those assholes!”

  Adrian agreed. “You’ve got the best truck, man! Go, go!”

  True, Adrian did have a crappy rental sedan and Gabriel had the state-owned four-wheel drive, so Gabriel made tracks through the front door. Fuck. Another flaming item had been placed on their front doormat. He smelled no gasoline from this one, so Gabriel’s natural reaction was to stomp on it.

  “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding! Argh!”

  Gabriel roared like a werewolf, his hands shaped into claws at his sides. Those fucking douche bags, Dave Hall or Thor Heyerdahl or whoever had been in the truck. Gabriel had fallen for the ole “bag of flaming dog shit” routine.

  He raced for his truck, wiping his boot off on the snow, but he knew he’d never catch those fucktards. The bag of flaming poo had been put there to slow him down. His chase was merely symbolic—they were too far ahead of him by now, and they probably had better tires than even his Wildlife Resources truck did.

  As Gabriel sashayed down the cabin’s drive, he saw what the hissing sound had been. The neo-Nazis had spray painted “GO SUCK DICK” and “CRUNCY TREE HUGERS” in foot-tall letters on each side of the door. As he drove with one hand, Gabriel removed his Glock from its holster and took the safety off.

  Goddamnit. They sure knew how to spell “suck dick,” but couldn’t spell “crunchy tree huggers.” Gabriel began to fear for Brooke’s safety. Likely, they knew about Brooke’s existence if they’d been spying on them sucking dick. Or it could just have been idle gossip that led them to believe Gabriel and Adrian had been groping each other. A threesome didn’t necessarily imply that, or maybe the losers had just taken a childish stab in the dark. Folks like that always seemed to be overly interested in dick sucking. In any event, it was feasible that they might even start harassing Brooke to get Gabriel and Adrian to back off their case.

  Gabriel sped down the road for ten minutes tailing them. As expected, he didn’t see a sign of Wade’s truck. After heading back to the Triple Play, he stopped to talk to several skiers who may have seen Wade’s truck. All anyone could recall was a vague blur of a brown truck—no one could even specify a model.

  “Motherfuck,” Gabriel fumed as he walked toward Adrian’s cabin. But the homosexual slurs spray painted on the front turned out not to be the most heinous threat. Apparently, before they’d set the dog shit on fire, Dave Hall and whoever had taped a note to the front door.

  “This is bullshit,” Adrian fumed, shoving the note at Gabriel. “Bulls
hit! I’ve fought hand-to-hand with terrorists and black ops specialists—I’m not gonna let any half-assed, ass-munching, white power twerp scare me off! Listen, Gabriel, I know you can’t put your job in jeopardy. But who’s going to point the finger at you if White Power Wade just goes to sleep one night and never wakes up? We can make sure you’re seen by lots of people all night long, maybe at the animal psychic convention.”

  Gabriel held a steady palm against Adrian’s shoulder. “Calm down. Let me read.”

  Dear Gay Boys,

  You think you won by charging us with shit we did not comit. We never killed no deer or big cats. But you are harasing us so we are forced to fight back to defend our honnor. You should protekt that fine beard you is always hauling around. Who knows what mite happen to her.

  PS You is fooling no one with that beard.

  “Did you read?” Adrian fumed, poking his forefinger at the smoke-damaged letter. “Unbe-fucking-lievable!”

  “Yeah, that I’m a beard?” Seemingly unconcerned, Brooke had taken the trash can from the kitchen and was picking pieces of a soda bottle out of the couch. The Molotov cocktail and the ensuing fire extinguisher had ruined the couch, and the smell of gasoline would take days to leave the cabin. “You know who did it. Why can’t you just get the sheriff to go arrest them?”

  Gabriel sighed. “You haven’t lived around here very long. The closest police station is in Monticello. They don’t like to come up here at all since anything outside their city limits is our jurisdiction and we have the same powers as them to issue citations and make arrests.”

  Brooke paused. “Well, then. Why don’t you go arrest them? Arrest Dave, anyway. You saw him leave in Wade’s truck when you were watching the house, and we all saw the truck drive away just now.”

  Adrian whisked the smoky paper from Gabriel’s grip. “Not to mention this note! He’s basically admitting he just firebombed us and threatened Brooke!”