In a Chord (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Beth D. Carter

  They collapsed. Ash managed to move him and Keaton off Momo, to avoid crushing her, but they were all panting and sweating. Keaton felt Ash nuzzle his neck as he pulled his condom off, tied it, and tossed it into the trash. He lay next to Momo and pulled her into his arms while Ash spooned in behind him.

  They were asleep in seconds.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tuesday and Wednesday were interesting days for Momo. She learned intimate details about living with two men and dealt with minor issues of teaching them things such as lowering the toilet seat after using it, not leaving the milk carton sitting out on the counter, and that it was not okay to wear the same pair of underwear three days in a row.

  Thursday morning Keaton walked her to work, kissing her lingeringly on the mouth. She watched him for a moment as he walked down the street, admiring how his jeans hugged his ass, and had to admit all the little annoying details of men were well worth the payoff of what happened when they went to bed.

  Still, her mind replayed the last few days and she chuckled under her breath as she remembered when she had moved some of her stuff into the repository.

  She sat on top of one of her rolling suitcases while Ash pushed it from behind and Keaton pulled in front. At the stairs, she hopped off as Keaton picked it up. In the second bedroom, he dropped it on the unused bed and opened it to reveal a plethora of skin care creams, hair care products, brushes and hair clips, as well as every heating iron known to man. She used the top of the unused dresser as a vanity, setting up a lighted mirror and several rows of makeup canisters.

  “Wow,” Keaton mused as he walked over to examine her eyeliner. “You use SmashBox? I have to buy my stuff at the dollar store. Can I borrow?”

  She plucked it out of his hand. “Yes, but only with supervision.”

  * * * *

  Ash was unloading the two bags of groceries she had bought, setting everything on the counter. She moved behind him, putting items away.

  “What are these?”

  She turned to see him looking aghast at the box in his hands.

  “My tampons,” she said dryly.

  “Oh, right.” His brow crinkled. “How will we know when, you know, need to use these?”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll know,” she said sweetly. “And just to be warned, don’t ever, ever, eat my chocolate ice cream.”

  He nodded warily as held the box of tampons out to her.

  * * * *

  She stood tapping her foot at the bottom of the staircase as Keaton sauntered down.

  “What?” he asked, perplexed at her look of annoyance.

  “What were you doing in there for forty-five minutes?”

  “I’m sure you can guess,” he told her. “It’s the only time I get to read.”

  She threw up her hands and stormed past him, going up the stairs.

  “At least I lit the candle!” he called after her.

  * * * *

  Her life with her guys was settling nicely. Momo had never felt so happy in her life. And it wasn’t just the sex, as great as it was. It was all the in-between moments, like small touches and whispered words of love.

  She looked at the clock and saw she had another hour left before the boys would be there to pick her up. It had been Ash’s last day of work, and they were going to go out celebrating. There would be some dancing, some drinking, and a whole of sex. Maybe tonight would be the night she finally got to experience Ash’s hand on her ass.

  The thought made her shiver in pleasure.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ash walked into the repository exactly at three thirty, slamming the door behind him.

  “I am free!” he yelled out enthusiastically.

  Keaton walked out from the music studio with a huge smile on his face. “Finally! Come here and give me some lovin’, free man.”

  Ash laughed and caught Keaton around the waist. He lowered his head, and their lips met in a meshing of heat and passion. The days had been tedious as he counted down the hours. Knowing he wouldn’t have to put up with the bullshit of his supervisors too much longer made him antsy. He had to make an effort not to slouch off.

  “Mmm…” Keaton panted as Ash ran his tongue over his jaw to suckle on Keaton’s earlobe. “Wanna have a quickie?”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” Ash replied.

  But just as Ash was pushing him onto the couch, a heavy knock sounded on the door. Ash groaned but pushed off Keaton’s delectable body and headed to the door. He kicked some stuff out of the way and raised an eyebrow.

  When did we get a ski? And where’s the mate?

  He opened the door and saw Officer Joe George.

  “Hello,” Ash greeted, opening the door wide. “Please come in.”

  Officer Joe followed him through the crowded foyer slash hallway into the kitchen. Keaton shook hands with him.

  “Please sit down,” Ash invited. “Would you like something to drink? We got, well, beer or water.”

  Officer Joe smiled. “I’m fine, but thank you.”

  “What did you find out?” Keaton asked as soon as they were all seated.

  “I talked to the bartender, and she flatly denied spiking any drink,” Joe stated.

  “Did she admit to sending me the fan mail?”

  He nodded. “She said she only did that for encouragement, but being one of the bartenders she’d seen a lot of bands. She said yours was the best, and she just wanted you to be encouraged.”

  “Oh come on,” Keaton scoffed. “That sounds so lame.”

  “Lame or not,” Officer Joe replied, “she alibied out for Sunday.”

  “So she isn’t the culprit,” Ash said on a sigh. “What about the plates?”

  “A 1973 Pontiac Grand Am, registered to a seventy-five-year-old woman by the name of Marilee Cannon. Does the name ring a bell?”

  Both Keaton and Ash shook her heads.

  “Well,” Officer Joe continued, “I’ve been trying to contact her but she’s not been returning my calls. I plan on going by there tomorrow.”

  “At least I feel better about playing our last gig at The Black Tiger, knowing Ramona didn’t have anything to do with this,” Keaton said.

  “Do you think because this Ms. Cannon is so old she simply misjudged the road?” Officer Joe asked.

  “Absolutely not,” Keaton said.

  “Yeah, the car sped up on purpose,” Ash added. “I didn’t get a great look at the driver, but I can assure you it wasn’t an old woman.”

  Officer Joe nodded like he had known the answer but had to ask anyway. “Has anything else happened the past couple of days?”

  Again, they both shook their heads.

  “Okay. Well, I’ll follow up with this Marilee Cannon and get back with you.” Officer Joe stood and shook each man’s hand. Then he cast a speculative glance around the repository. “You two don’t live here, do you?”

  “Oh no,” Keaton answered. “This is a music studio. We added a kitchen since we’re here so often, writing and playing music.”

  Officer Joe laughed. “No worries. You’ve got my card if you need anything. I’ll be in touch.”

  Ash escorted Officer out, then found Keaton still seated at the table, his fingers tented in front of him.

  “What do you think?” he asked Keaton.

  “I don’t know,” Keaton answered. “I don’t know what to think. Are we just being paranoid?”

  Ash shrugged. “Marilee Cannon. I wonder who she is.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Momo practically jumped on them as she exited the coffee house. She wore cutoff jean shorts over black hose and white bobby socks. Her T-shirt had a skull and crossbones on it, and she wore a red plaid jacket. Her hair was teased with red plaid ribbons strewn throughout. She had loved the fact that her boss let her wear whatever she wanted. He was a cool boss, and she was going to miss him after Saturday, but truthfully, Momo was extremely excited to begin her new life.

  And that new life included the two men whose ar
ms were around her. They had learned a lot about each other the past couple of days, and she knew everything was just going to get better.

  They headed over to The Black Tiger because, not only was it the best joint on Music Row, they were able to get in for free. The bands might only be so-so, but the audience was massive, people dancing and moshing together. They pushed into the center and joined in.

  Time in a mosh pit ceased to have any meaning. As the bands changed, it gave Momo time to catch her breath. During one of these intermissions, she, Keaton, and Ash made their way to the bar and ordered drinks. Momo had a moment of hesitation, staring into her drink as memories of the night she was sick flashed through her mind. She was tempted to put the drink aside, but her mouth was as dry as the desert. So she sipped tentatively.

  “Hey, Keaton and Ash!”

  She looked around and saw Taylor and Mike pushing their way toward the bar.

  Keaton and Ash shook hands with them.

  “What’re you guys doing here?” Ash asked.

  “We usually come Friday nights,” Mike said. “We can get in for free.”

  Keaton laughed. “That’s why we came!”

  “And the mosh pits allow free groping!” Taylor said as his hands mimicked squeezing.

  A surge in the crowd pushed him, and Taylor ended up falling against Momo.

  “Oh hey, Momo,” Mike greeted as he helped Taylor stand.

  She waved as she wiped her drink off the front of her T-shirt. “Lovely. Thanks, Taylor.”

  “Sorry, sweetheart, you’re about the only girl whose feminine wiles will not work on me.”

  She smiled a smile that was saccharine sweet. “That’s okay, Taylor, you leave a very lemony taste in my mouth as well.”

  He mockingly blew her a kiss.

  She rolled her eyes and went back into the mosh pit. Taylor got on her nerves. A lot. Usually she was able to get along with anyone, but he just rubbed her wrong. Working with him was going to be interesting.

  Soon, Keaton and Ash joined her again, and they continued to dance until last call rang out. The current band on stage finished their set and bowed against the cheers and applause. Keaton grabbed her hand, and they made their way out the door.

  The three of them bundled into each other against the chilly night air as they walked home. Momo became more turned on as they neared the repository. She kept rubbing her hands against each of them, making sure to press herself into their groins, loving how they hardened against her.

  By the time they made their way into the repository and closed the door, Momo was ready to tear their clothes from their bodies. But Ash pulled away from her to turn on the generator to get warmth flowing into the rooms. Keaton stayed with her, picking her up by the waist to walk into the bedroom. She wrapped her legs around him, licking his ear and sucking on his lobe.

  “I want to be sucking your cock while Ash spanks me,” she whispered to him.

  He moaned deliciously at her words and all but threw her on the bed. In five seconds, he was naked, his cock extending in front of him and leaking at the tip. Momo licked her lips and swallowed him down, relaxing the muscles in the back of her throat to get as much of him as she could. He buried his hands in her hair. At first he just let her take her time, sucking and tracing his length with her tongue, but she could feel his fingers twining in her hair and knew he’d be fucking her face soon.

  Then Ash joined them, and she wiggled her ass, which stuck up in the air from her current position. He caressed her ass, massaging her cheeks while dipping between her thighs to rub her pussy. Since her clothes were still on, all he managed to do was tease her. But she was impatient. She wanted his hand smacking her bottom now.

  So she pulled off Keaton’s delicious cock and started pulling off her clothes as fast as she could. Though her nipples were hard, when she pulled off her shirt, they puckered painfully against the coolness of the room.

  She wiggled her hips and pushed her tights off, revealing a glistening wet pussy. Naked, she climbed back on the bed and took Keaton’s cock back in her mouth. Now, Ash had access to her dripping cunt, and she spread her thighs to give him total access.

  Crack!

  Momo gasped at the sudden impact as Ash spanked her. She barely had time to recover before he did it again and again. He paused then to let the skin react to the spanking, and Momo could feel her cheeks heat up and start to throb. Then he did it again, three more slaps in quick succession before pausing. Each time, Momo sucked hard on the cock in her mouth, making Keaton twitch and moan uncontrollably.

  For the next few minutes, the swats kept coming. Three hard ones, rest, three softer ones, rest. One time on one check, then sometimes alternating. Momo panted, wiggling her hips.

  Then Ash leaned over her back, and she could feel his nakedness, his rock-hard cock sliding between her thighs.

  “You ready, Momo?” he murmured seductively in her ear. “You ready for my cock?”

  “Mmm,” she managed to gurgle out around Keaton’s cock in her mouth.

  “Good,” Ash said. “You suck Keaton dry, swallow him up, while I fuck your sweet cunt.”

  She felt him withdraw, heard the rip of a condom wrapper, and then felt his cock run along her dripping pussy. She was so hot and horny at that point she was beyond coherent thought.

  He entered her, spearing her, making her scream around Keaton’s cock. He fucked her with hard thrusts, and she used his momentum to push her mouth down onto Keaton. There was no way she was going to last very long, not with the wonderful heat radiating from her sore ass cheeks.

  Momo felt her orgasm building, and Ash must have sensed she was close because he started to pick up the pace, drilling into her with force. She sucked Keaton until her cheeks caved in. She slipped one hand down to play with his balls, and that did it. With a roar, he erupted in her mouth, cum splashing into the back of her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but some dribbled out.

  And then Ash gave her one last slap, and that did it. It sent her howling over the edge. Her whole body shook with her release just as she felt Ash’s cock pulse inside her. He gasped as he surged once more into her, and then they all collapsed upon each other, boneless.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Wow! I can’t believe you’re cutting a demo!”

  Momo smiled at her coworker, who stared at her wide-eyed. She’d be eternally grateful to him for covering her missed shifts this past week, but today, Saturday, was her last day, and she was anxious for five o’clock to roll around.

  She helped the next customer with a huge smile on her face. Customers had been steady all day, and she was fast getting tired, but knowing she wouldn’t be serving coffee hopefully ever again put a hearty pep in her step. That’s why, when Mike burst into the coffee house an hour before five, she didn’t quite comprehend the anxiety in his hazel eyes right away.

  “Hey, Mike!” she greeted. “What can I get you?”

  “Can I talk to you for a moment?” he asked, his voice somber.

  She frowned and looked at her coworker, who nodded and took over.

  She walked around the counter, looking at him in concern as he looked all around at everything but her.

  “What’s wrong, Mike?”

  “There’s been an accident,” he murmured, hanging his head.

  “What?” she asked, disbelief tingeing her voice.

  “An accident. I was told to bring you to the hospital.”

  He swept his arm toward the exit.

  “What type of accident? W–who?” Her voice wobbled a bit.

  He sighed. “Not here. My car is around the corner. I’ll explain it all as we drive to the hospital.”

  She nodded. “All right. Let me get my purse.”

  She turned back to the counter and yanked off her apron, quickly telling her coworker what had happened. She grabbed her little music-note purse and hurried back to Mike, who held the door open for her.

  As she almost ran to where Mike indicated his van was
, her mind was shattering in a thousand pieces.

  “Is it Keaton? Ash? Oh my God! What happened?”

  It took a moment for her register the car Mike had directed her, too. A dingy yellow, beat-up old Plymouth.

  She blinked. “Wait—”

  That was all she said before Mike grabbed her arm and brought up a hand-held Taser, zapping her with it.

  * * * *

  Keaton’s cell phone rang through the quiet repository. Caller ID came up unlisted, but he decided to take the call anyway.

  “Hello?”

  “Keaton? It’s Joe George.”

  “Oh, hey!” he said, waving Ash over. “What’s up? Did you find out who Marilee Cannon was?”

  “Her neighbor said she fell a few days ago and broke her hip. She was taken to Mercy General and was there when the almost hit-and-run happened.”

  Keaton let out a frustrated sigh and gave a shake of his head to Ash. “So dead end? Someone took her car for a little joy ride that day?”

  “I’m not sure,” Officer Joe hedged. “The neighbor said Ms. Cannon’s grandson has been staying at the house, taking care of it, but he’s been MIA as well.”

  “Who’s her grandson?”

  “A man by the name of Michael Zahn.”

  Keaton felt all the blood drain from his face. He went mute, and Ash grabbed the phone from him, finishing the call to Officer Joe. As soon as he hung up, Keaton snapped back to life.

  “That fucking asshole!” he yelled, pacing back and forth. “What the hell?”

  “Come on, let’s get to Momo’s work,” Ash said as he directed him. “We’ll be a little early, so we’ll just sit and wait for her shift to end.”

  “What did you say to Officer Joe?”

  “I told him who Mike is. He said he’ll put out an APB on the car, see if they can find Mike that way.”

  “Why? I just can’t think of why he’d hurt her.”