Elite Dragoons 1: New Recruits (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

“May, this is Sara-Jane Cantor. Sara, May is the wonderful lady who does all the cooking.”

“Nice to meet you, May.”

“Likewise,” May said as she took her seat. “Now eat up, you must be hungry.”

While the platters of food were passed around Whit introduced her to the rest of his team. Sara listened to the conversation while she ate the delicious roast beef and vegetables. By the time she had finished eating all the men were going back for seconds. She didn’t know where they put it all considering how buff they looked. Not one of them had an ounce of fat on them.

“Sara, Nicole, I want to run some Japanese names by you and see if any of them ring a bell,” Ty said.

Sara looked at Nicole and then back to Ty, giving him a nod.

“Yumi Satou.”

Sara shook her head, as did Nicole.

“Nobu Tanaka.”

“No, that name’s not familiar,” Sara said, and Nicole agreed.

“Mika Takahashi.”

“That sounds familiar.”

“Yes, I heard that, too.” Nicole explained, “As neither of us speak Japanese, we weren’t sure what we were hearing, but I know we’ve heard that before.”

“Mika Takahashi,” Sara said the way she remembered it being spoken.

“That’s it,” Nicole exclaimed. “I think he was the one who used to come in and touch our hair. One of the others said his name and he left the room in a big hurry. But he was annoyed, too.”

“Shit,” Rand said and looked to Whit. “This operation is definitely a sex slave ring. Mika Takahashi is one of the main leaders in the Japanese criminal underground and has been involved in drugs, manufacturing, as well as trafficking, gambling, and prostitution for years. His offsider is Yumi Itou. The Japanese authorities know these two men and have been watching them for years but have never caught them or gathered any evidence to put them away. They provide women to rich businessmen for money, and even though the authorities have been trying to get some of the women to squeal on them, none have.”

Sara felt sick to her stomach at the thought of what could have happened to her and Nicole, but she was also grateful that these men weren’t hiding anything from them. Sara always thought it was better to know than not to know. Burying one’s head in the sand wouldn’t help any.

“Did they drug you at all?” Dalton asked.

“No,” Sara and Nicole answered simultaneously.

Sara reached over and took Whit’s hand. “Thank you for rescuing us and bringing us to your home. You saved our lives.”

“Are you okay, baby?” Whit squeezed her hand. “You’re as pale as a ghost.”

“I’m a little scared, but I’m fine.” Even though she was scared shitless about what she had just learned, Sara had never felt so safe in her life. She was surrounded by twelve tall, hunky, muscular military men and three of them were looking at her with heated concern.

Her breathing escalated, as did her pulse. She pulled her hand from Whit’s and grabbed her glass of water, downing half of it in two gulps. When she looked at Hay she found his hungry eyes looking over her body. Her nipples peaked into hard little nubs, and his eyes lingered there and then moved lower. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to relieve the ache in her pussy and stem the flow of cream dripping onto her panties. His gaze lifted until he met hers, and she felt singed by the heat in his eyes.

“Shit,” Sara muttered and glanced away, then she reached for her water glass again, but because she wasn’t looking at it she knocked it over. She jumped up from her seat intending to get a cloth, but Whit grabbed her wrist and halted her. He used a paper napkin to mop up the spill, and she slowly sat back down.

Sara wanted to go and hide in her room and get control of her wayward libido, but that wasn’t to be, so she lowered her eyes and took a few deep breaths, exhaling them slowly until her heart rate began to slow.

She felt Whit’s breath on her ear just before he began to whisper to her. “Don’t think you are the only one affected, Sara. We feel it, too.”

Sara’s face heated, and she knew she was turning pink. But this time she wasn’t sure if it was with embarrassment or desire. She suspected it was both. When she realized that Whit was still holding her wrist and his thumb was smoothing over her inner wrist, she pulled away. May got up and began to gather the leftover food and dishes. Sara decided that was a good excuse as any. Besides, she wasn’t about to let May do all the work after providing such a delicious meal. Nicole must have had the same thought for she, too, began to gather dishes.

“Thank you, girls, but you both need to rest after such an ordeal and you need to rest that ankle.” May took the dishes from her and Nicole. “Cal and his brothers can help out tonight.”

“We’d do anything for our best girl.” Cal got up and danced May around the kitchen. “Since you cooked we’ll do the cleanup, May. Go and rest or visit with the babies if you want.”

“Now how did you know what I was thinking, Calbert Garton?”

“Because you love those babies like they were your own grandchildren.”

“True and I’ll see about borrowing some clothes for Sara and Nicole.”

“Thanks, May,” Whit called just before May went out the back door.

“We’re going to take Nicole home.” Ry placed an arm around Nicole’s waist. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

Whit waved as Ry and his brothers headed out and then steered Sara into the living room. He sat down on the sofa and pulled her down with him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and drawing her into his side. Sara breathed in his yummy pine-and-natural-masculine scent and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. Dalton sat on the other side of her while Hay selected a movie and put it on. Just as the movie started Dalt moved in until he was up against her and Hay sat down with his back against her lower legs but was careful not to touch her ankle.

The movie was familiar, but she was so aware of the men surrounding her she couldn’t concentrate. Her whole body was one big aching mass of need.

Hay didn’t know how much more he could stand. Even though he had his mental shield up he could feel the desire rolling off of Sara in waves. His dick was so damn hard he was going to have permanent zipper-teeth marks embedded into it. The house was quiet once more. All the others had left for their own homes, and May had gone to her room. When Sara’s hand landed on his shoulder Hay snapped.

He spun around and rose up onto his knees, placed his hands on her thighs and leaned forward until his lips met hers. Hay started off slow, not wanting to startle or overwhelm her. His lips brushed back and forth over hers until she gave a little moan and opened her mouth. That was all the invitation he needed. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

Sara mewled when he swept his tongue into her mouth and tasted her, and Hay knew without a doubt that one taste would never be enough. He wanted to lick and kiss her all over until she was begging him to come, and when he made her climax he wanted to start all over again. A tap to his shoulder let him know that his brothers were getting impatient to taste their woman, too. He slowed the kiss until he was sipping at her lips and then lifted his mouth from hers.

She was so beautiful with her blue eyes hazy with passion, her lips red and swollen, and her cheeks flushed with arousal. He rose to his feet and then sat on the coffee table in front of her.

Whit cupped her cheek and looked deeply into her eyes, and then he kissed her. Seeing his brother making love to Sara’s mouth should have made Hay feel angry and jealous, but it didn’t. Instead it excited him even more and his cock wept with pre-cum. His balls were aching and his dick pulsed as he imagined all three of them making love to Sara at the same time. He glanced over at Dalton and saw the feral sexual heat in his brother’s eyes. But that wasn’t all. There was something else there, too. Something a lot deeper than just physical attraction.

Hay wanted to pick Sara up and take her into the master bedroom, strip her down, and make love with her, but he knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. Even though they were moving a lot faster than they had planned to, he wanted to give Sara time to get used to having three men needing her before they made love to her.

Whit finally eased his mouth from Sara’s, and Hay was pleased to see they were both breathing heavily. Sara looked a little bemused as well as aroused. She looked over to him and then back to Whit and then turned to look at Dalton. Dalt grasped her waist, lifted her up, and placed her over his lap so that she was straddling his thighs facing him. He kissed her cheeks, eyes, and then nibbled along her jawline before laying his lips on hers. Sara moaned and gripped Dalt’s shoulders and kissed him back just as hungrily as he kissed her. By the time Sara lifted her head Hay could virtually see the heat rising from her body.

“You taste so good, darlin’,” Dalt rasped.

Sara pushed off of Dalton’s lap and wobbled on unsteady legs. “I can’t believe I let you do that.”

Hay clasped her thighs to steady her as much as to touch her again.

“Why not, Sara?” Whit asked. “You want us just as much as we want you.”

“But it’s wrong.” Sara stepped out of his hold and backed away.

Hay stood up and looked her in the eye. “Why is it wrong?”

“Because there are three of you. I can’t…be with three men.”

Hay reached out and took her hand in his and drew her back to the sofa. “Sara, who says you can’t be with all of us? There aren’t any laws saying you can’t be with people you care about.”

“But—”

“We decided not long ago that we want to share a woman between us,” Dalton said. “The three of us have always been attracted to the same women, honey. We were always trying to outdo each other and win a woman over, but we have never once shared one or wanted to before now.”

“We want you, baby,” Whit stated. “Think about what it would be like to have all of us loving you at the same time.”

“We’d like to have a relationship with you, Sara. We think we could have something really special if you’d just give us a chance.”

“That’s a lot to take in,” Sara said quietly and nervously licked her lips. “I–I–I’m not sure what to think.”

“Don’t sound so worried, sugar.” Hay rubbed her arm. “We’ll give you all the time you need to get used to the idea. When you’ve made up your mind, you come to us and tell us what you’ve decided. We will respect your decision either way. Okay?”

“Okay,” she replied and stood up. “I’m…good night.”

Hay watched as Sara hurriedly limped down the hall to her room. When she disappeared from sight, he looked at his brothers.

“Do you think she will accept all of us?” Dalton asked.

“If the way she kissed all of us is anything to go by then I would have to say yes. But…”

Hay picked up Whit’s thread of conversation. “But she has to get her head around being with three of us. We’ve already discussed it and know what we want. Now we have to be patient and give Sara time to decide if she’s brave enough to take a chance.”

“I think she is,” Dalt said. “That little lady is full of backbone. She was kept hostage for ten days and eventually managed to get her and Nicole out of there. We’ve told her what we want, now we leave her be. She’ll come to us eventually.”

“Fuck, I hope you’re right, bro. Because that beautiful woman has me tied up in knots in more ways than one.”

“You think we don’t feel the same, Hay?” Whit asked and waited for him to continue since he knew his brother so well. “Sara-Jane Cantor has managed to worm her way in under my skin already. And I am going to do everything within my power to sway her decision.”

“We will, too, Whit. Just give her a couple of days to get her head around the idea.” Hay rose to his feet and looked down the hall and then turned back to his brothers. “Maybe we should get one of the women from the stud over here to talk to her.”

“That’s a good idea”—Dalton sat up straight—“but I think we should have them all over. That way Sara can see how the men and women in ménage relationships interact with each other. If we could see how much those people were in love then you can bet your life that a woman would pick up on it.”

Hay rubbed his hands together. “Why don’t we—”

“Hold on a minute, you two,” Whit interrupted. “We can’t be putting our neighbors in danger. We were careful to make sure we weren’t tailed on the way back home, but there is no way in hell I’m going to put our trainers, their wives and babies in jeopardy. Do you think that those men over there are going to let their women visit just to put our woman’s mind at ease?”

“Shit,” Dalton said. “You’re right.” He stormed down the hall toward his bedroom without a backward glance.

“He always was the less patient of the three of us,” Hay said.

“He’s not the only one.” Whit raised his eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. So how do we go about building a relationship with Sara?”

“We’ve already started, Hay. Just do what feels right like we usually do. Sara now knows where she stands with us. It’s up to her to say no.”

Hay nodded and then headed down the hall to bed. He just hoped that the three of them would be able to keep Sara-Jane by their sides and get her into their beds, but most of all he wanted to be entrenched into her heart and soul.

* * * *

Sara had been on the ranch for a week and even though the three Cartwright brothers had told her they wanted a relationship with her they hadn’t made any inappropriate moves toward her.

She was currently sitting on a chair on the wraparound porch watching all the men drenching the cattle. Seeing Whit, Dalt, and Hay’s muscles bulge and ripple as they worked was every woman’s wet dream. After spending the last week thinking over how they wanted to share her, she still hadn’t come to any decisions. Glancing about at the beautiful countryside, she could envisage spending the rest of her life here. A yell drew her attention back to the men and she was just in time to see one of the bulls escape from the entrance to the fenced run and it was heading straight for Dalton.

Sara covered her mouth and held her breath when he didn’t move. She was just about to scream for him to get out of the way but the words caught in her throat when he leapt aside with ease. A gasp of awe escaped her mouth when he landed ten feet away. More of the men rushed toward the bull and Ty lassoed it and led the wayward animal back to the run. The men continued working as if nothing had happened and although Sara knew the bull hadn’t touched Dalt she wanted to make sure that he was okay.