Saving Greyson [Men of McKenna Downs 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  The next thing she knew she was lying on her belly on the bed having her sensitized ass attended to by Sir. He rubbed something on it that stung like hell and made her whimper and tear up in agony. The soft bedspread turned the misery into sheer rapture.

  Fucked. Must be fucked.

  He helped her to her feet when he was done and showed her the reflection of her conquered ass in the mirror. Oh lord, what a frightening, beautiful image. Red and purple lines, some thick and others thin, graced and crisscrossed her swollen bottom. The flesh was puffy and hot pink like a summer rose. There were a few light bruises, but nothing to run screaming in horror over.

  Marks from Sir that she’d consented to wear. She moaned and sank into his embrace.

  “God, Melanie.” He breathed in reverence. “You’re so fucking incredible. I can’t believe you took that so well.”

  She gave him a tired smile. “Thank you, Sir. Am I a keeper?”

  He laughed. “A definite keeper.”

  The silence devoured them as they stood there staring at each other while he held her up. A savage streak flashed in his eyes. The look was pure instinct that sent a surge of animal speed and conquering strength into him as he pushed her onto the bed on her stomach and pried open the tube on his nightstand.

  “I need your ass, Melanie,” he said in a throaty growl. “It’s probably gonna hurt when my groin grinds against you.”

  She moaned in delirium and became one with the bed as she sank into the mattress and his fingers scissoring in her anus.

  “I can take your cunt instead if you can’t handle the pain.”

  She had to smile at his considerate offer that was at odds with his insistent digits slicking up her rear entry. “I want whatever you want to give me, Sir.”

  “Fuck.” He speared another finger into her bottom, lubing her with each cramming thrust. “Of course you do. You want my groin to make your ass throb with pain while the salve smears all over my crotch with every thrust? It’s gonna be painful, Melanie, and messy.”

  A dreamy sigh floated past her lips. “I need it, Sir. It makes me crazy when you hurt me and make messes on me.”

  “Jesus.”

  His fingers deserted her anus in a hasty retreat. Her levitating trance was somewhat shaken by the broad, hard flesh that pushed against her crinkled hole with a startling level of determination.

  “God, Melanie.” His voice came out tattered and husky like he was losing it. “Ease up a little.”

  She mentally willed her muscles to loosen, gasping when she felt his crown advance and her anus stretch around him. Appearances hadn’t been deceptive in the least. Sir was definitely the widest of her five cowboys in the girth department.

  Fisting the covers for refuge was all she had the strength to do. The rest of her body was languid with exhaustion.

  “Shit. You’re so fucking tight,” he said through clenched teeth.

  Each agonizing little shove into her sphincter opened her up wider and burned like crazy. Her inflamed bottom simmered with heat on the outside and a sudden brutal pop propelled his cock forward into her bowels, tearing a cry from her.

  He panted and swore under his breath while she trembled beneath him. His tender kisses on her neck when he moved her hair aside calmed her and made the raunchy fuck more intimate.

  “You all right?”

  “Yes, Sir. You feel so good and hot inside me.”

  He groaned and buried his face in her neck before coming up on his hands and starting to jerk inside her. Each grinding rub of his groin against her sore ass hurt, but the sharp tingles of suffering brought unexpected enjoyment with them. The salve probably coated his pubic hair and pelvis because of the grinding contact with her ass.

  Her smothered moans and pitiful whimpers seemed to turn him ravenous. His short, quick jabs became long, deep strokes when he finally got his dick worked all the way into her.

  “Damn, you’re so tight, so fucking hot.” His labored breaths and gritty tone aroused her.

  She cried out softly when he slumped over her and rubbed her clitoris. “Sir, you made me so wet.”

  He hissed when her ass clenched at his spontaneous touch. “Good girl. Cream all over for me.”

  His breath fanned her ear, hot and moist. Electric chills merged with volcanic heat bolts. A broken wail emerged from her when her body started to shake.

  “That’s it. Come for me.”

  Mellie sobbed at the bombardment of gratifying sensations and the intense clenching in her womb. Her ass walls convulsed around Sir’s massive erection and sent blazing heat into her delicate tissues. Cream poured from her body at his command. Her violent spasms stole the control from him and she felt him jolt against her, spilling his semen deep into her ass. His steamy release bathed her insides with intimate knowledge and unforgettable heat.

  Their hands clasped and their breaths came out in sharp gasps and uneven panting. She felt the perspiration from his body gracing her back, making them stick together. His crotch pressed on her swollen bottom and made her flesh spread from the pressure. His hairy legs felt delicious against her smooth, shaven ones.

  Her foot brushed his and it made her feel something for him. He’d shaken her world with the filthy tumble, but holding hands with him afterward and rubbing her foot against his made the liaison meaningful and precious.

  She hoped she wasn’t alone in her soulful feelings.

  Chapter Seven

  The heavy beat of the music in the club thumped so loud Mellie felt it under her skin like a rampant pulse. It wasn’t so loud one had to talk with a wide open mouth like a hungry baby bird peeping at its fluffy mama, just energizing and lively.

  She’d been to Leather & Lace with Diego and Emmett, but this was her first time there with Greyson. The fact that Diego was there with them kept it from feeling daunting with her newest Dom. Plus it meant a three-way was likely on the agenda. She was never one to complain about such things. One must embrace the naughty stuff.

  The club was hopping tonight, but she’d been told it normally got much busier. She’d never been about the nightlife even if she was from Southern California originally, but there was something positively electrifying about being in such a happening place with a man she loved and another man that made her stomach somersault whenever she looked at him.

  “You want something to drink?” Greyson asked her.

  “Ginger ale, please, Sir.”

  She still didn’t know if Greyson would ever want her to call him Master eventually the way Diego did, but either way she was determined not to disappoint him. It was also the first time she was supposed to call Diego Master outside of the bedroom. She liked that he didn’t want her to call him that all the time, but she was happy to whenever he required it of her.

  Justin Huntington stood behind the bar. He grinned when he saw them. “Hey, guys. Did you come here to dance?”

  Diego smirked at Justin’s teasing grin.

  Greyson’s eyes narrowed, but Mellie knew him well enough to know he was amused. “Right. That’s why she’s wearing a training collar.”

  Justin chuckled. “What are you guys having?”

  “Ginger ale for the lady,” Greyson replied.

  “You got it. Anything for either of you guys?”

  Diego shook his head. “Nothing for me.”

  “We’re fine,” Greyson agreed. “Just for her.” He turned to Diego and her. “I’m gonna set up. I’ll let you guys know when it’s ready.”

  Diego gave him a warm smile. His dark eyes simmered with quiet affection for his best friend. “I will keep an eye on her, lover.”

  Greyson’s pupils dilated and his eyes narrowed to warning slits for a split second before he quickly turned to go set up a room for them.

  The caring hand Diego had petting Mellie’s back paused when he apparently caught his verbal slip up. Hopefully Greyson came around to being open about things between them at some point.

  Justin wore a mischievous grin as he poured her g
old-colored soda. “Whoa. What did I miss?”

  Diego cleared his throat and faced the bar with her. “Nothing.”

  She sat down on one of the barstools.

  “No, no, no. Not nothing.” Justin pushed the glass of fizzy, bubbling pop toward her. “Here you go, Melanie.”

  “Thank you, sir.” She savored the not too sweet flavor of liquid ginger.

  “No. Not Sir, hon. I’m not a Dom.” Justin’s eyes flickered over to someone at a table talking with somebody. She didn’t know the one gentleman, but the other man was Aiden Friel, one of the owners of the club.

  “I meant it in a polite non-BDSM way,” she explained.

  Justin smiled. “That might get confusing around here. Justin is fine. And you…” He turned to Diego with an accusing smirk. “What was that ‘lover’ business all about?”

  Diego kept from smiling, but it showed in his eyes despite his mild annoyance. “Never you mind.”

  “Uh-huh. I know things.” Justin nodded, looking smug. “Oh yeah. You know what I think? I think—”

  “Are you working, Justin?” a male voice asked him in a beautiful Irish accent.

  Justin straightened up from his slumped-over-the-counter-and-grinning-like-an-idiot position when he saw Aiden Friel, one of his bosses. “Yes, sir, very hard.”

  “Good.” Aiden turned to Diego. “How have you been?”

  “Not bad.”

  They talked for a second while Mellie drank her ginger ale and Justin organized some bottles and looked busy. After Aiden walked back over to the table where he’d been conversing with a man, Diego turned to her. “Dolce, I’ll be in the men’s room for a moment. Wait here for me.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Watch her for me, Justin. I don’t want anyone to snatch her up.”

  Justin gave him a thumbs-up and then started wiping the bar after Diego left.

  “So how do you like working here?” she asked.

  “I like it. My boss Aiden is kind of a hard-ass, but he’s hot—cool.” Justin blinked rapidly and cleared his throat, scrubbing the bar furiously.

  Mellie bit her lip to keep from laughing. She’d wondered if those subtle looks she’d seen Justin shooting in Aiden’s direction during a couple of her visits here meant anything. The way Justin sneaked peeks at Aiden and the heat and curiosity that shimmered in his eyes reminded her of a virgin with a secret crush on the bad boy.

  She noticed Justin’s friend, Brighton McAlister coming over.

  “Man, there are a lot of nice tits here tonight.” His grin fled when he saw Mellie sitting there. “Oops. Sorry. I meant, I respect the hell out of those ladies.”

  She smirked.

  Justin cracked a lopsided smile. “You shouldn’t be out in the open. Shane might see you and throw you out of here.”

  “I’ll take my chances.” Brighton leaned up against the bar. “Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m so happy?”

  “You’re always happy,” Justin replied.

  “Okay, I’ll tell you.” Brighton stood up straight, looking excited. “I just heard from Danielle’s brother, Dominic, that she’s moving back here from Chicago. Isn’t that great?”

  Justin’s brows popped up in surprise. “No kidding? You mean your letter actually worked?”

  “I’m guessing so. She never replied or anything, but now she’s moving back here and she’s single again from what I heard.” Brighton wiggled his eyebrows. “Things are happening, my friend. David and I are gonna claim her as our own. Plus with Danielle coming back, maybe Cole will finally come home. He’s been in London for years. Keeps disregarding our attempts to get him to come home. Brothers, huh?”

  Justin gave a shrug of his hand. “What are you gonna do?”

  Mellie noticed Heller Enos approaching. The tall, tattooed biker looked intimidating with his facial hair, his bald head, and larger-than-life muscles.

  Brighton’s eyes bugged out. “Well, look at you. I bet you get people asking you to fight all the time, don’t you?”

  Heller smirked. “Not usually. I remember you. Mellie, right?”

  She smiled. “Yeah, and you’re Heller?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Nice to see you again.” Heller turned to face Justin. “Sex on the beach.”

  Justin grinned. “That would be hot.”

  Heller snickered and leaned forward. “No. I meant I want sex on the beach.”

  The look on Justin’s face was priceless. His eyes got huge and he looked like he’d fall over. “Uh…I’m actually straight.”

  Mellie stifled a laugh. “I think he means the drink.”

  Heller died laughing.

  Justin relaxed and breathed out on a crooked grin. “Oh, right. Sorry.”

  “That’s okay.” Heller had his elbows on the bar, still looking amused.

  Brighton puffed himself up. “Please. If this guy was actually gay, he’d be hitting on me.”

  Heller glanced at him, seeming entertained. “Why, you gay?”

  “No.”

  Justin snorted. “Then why would he hit on you first?”

  Brighton broke out into a broad smile. “Justin, please. Look at me.”

  Heller sized him up before looking straight ahead again. “I’m bi and you’re not my type.”

  “What?” Brighton sputtered and stepped back.

  Mellie almost laughed.

  Justin grinned and set Heller’s drink in front of him. “Ha ha.”

  “What do you mean I’m not your type?” Brighton demanded.

  “I like men that look like men,” Heller explained calmly before taking a gulp of his drink.

  “Do you see tits? I’m a man.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that. Your features are boyish rather than masculine. My brother would love you, though.”

  “Neh.” Brighton eyed him with exaggerated contempt. “You redeemed yourself with that last part.”

  Heller smirked and raised his glass to them. “Thanks.”

  “You bet,” Justin said as the man walked away. He turned to his friend. “Seriously, dude. Shane’s gonna see you.”

  “Will you relax? So about Cole, you think he’ll come home if I tell him that Danielle is moving back here?” Brighton asked.

  Justin shrugged. “I don’t know. You know him better than I do.”

  Brighton turned contemplative. “Hmm, I might have to trick him into coming home. He’s too dark and brooding and antisocial. He also uses words I can’t understand. He could go off on this advanced dialogue and I’d think it meant he wasn’t coming and then he’d show up unannounced or something.” He shook his head. “Yep, I’m gonna have to trick him into coming home.”

  “You people are…interesting,” Mellie told him with a small smile.

  Brighton got a half grin on his face as he checked his cell phone. “Eh, what’s a little trickery between siblings if the guy ends up happy?”

  Justin peeked over at his boss and then started to look busy. “You should go mingle before one of my bosses sees you. Aiden keeps looking at me.”

  Brighton kept texting without peeking up at him. “Maybe he likes you.”

  Justin snorted, but Mellie didn’t miss the rosy tinge that suddenly stained his cheeks. “Yeah, right. Aiden hates everyone. Plus he’s straight.”

  “That’s true,” Brighton agreed, still texting. “If he wasn’t, he’d be over here hitting on me.”

  Justin rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest.”

  “Sorry. I got to go figure out how to trick my brother for his own good.” Brighton waved at them on his way toward the door. “See ya.”

  Mellie waved back.

  Justin shot a cautious glance in his boss’s direction, appearing relieved that Aiden was busy talking with someone. He whipped out his cell phone and smiled really big when he read the text. “I’ve been talking online and texting this girl for a while. She’s really something. I can talk to her about pretty much anything.”

  Mellie smiled. She loved the stars in people’s
eyes when they were sweet on or had the hots for someone. “What’s her name?”

  Justin texted his lady back while he spoke. “Kendall.”

  She set her glass down after taking another sip. “That’s my sister’s name.”

  “Oh yeah? It’s a great name. Someday I’m gonna meet her, if I can talk her into coming here. She lives on the west coast and she’s kind of a city girl.”

  Her sister was a city girl on the west coast, but the world wasn’t that small. Before Mellie could ask him anything more about it, she saw his boss look in their direction and get up.

  “Uh, Justin.”

  “Hang on. I’m telling her she’s awesome. She’s got all these big plans for her life. I need to do something with my life, I guess.”

  Your job would be a good place to start if you want to keep it.

  “Justin, your—”

  “Plus she’s a few years older than me, which is way hot. She’s like a cougar but not. What do they call them again when they’re older, but not old enough to be a cougar yet?” Justin asked. “An ocelot? A lioness?”

  “Justin—” She grimaced when she saw Aiden come behind the bar.

  Justin was oblivious as he rambled and texted simultaneously. “Wait. A puma.” He grinned and nodded. “Yeah, that’s what it was. She’s a hot, redheaded puma.”

  Aiden seized his cell phone from him.

  “Hey! Fuck y—boss! Ha-ha. It was important. I swear.” Justin cringed. “Don’t read it!”

  Aiden smirked when he read the text. He crammed the phone into his pocket. “Tell your girlfriend her skin is like a sexy snowfall you want to roll in when you’re off the clock.”

  “Yes, sir,” Justin grumbled with a distinctive flush in his cheeks. He slouched over the counter when his boss turned to leave.

  Mellie’s heart rate picked up when Aiden grabbed Justin by the back of the shirt and yanked him up. Aiden’s face appeared tranquil, but the gesture was a bit sudden and caught her off guard.

  “Stand up,” Aiden said in a calm but firm tone. “I don’t pay you to take a nap.”