Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“Move,” Shea whispered. “Please move. I need—”

“What do you need, honey?”

Shea could hear the strain in Ian’s voice and knew that he wasn’t unaffected. Lifting up slightly, she also saw how Gray’s lips were compressed together. Knowing she made them come undone like they made her gave her the resolve to answer.

“I need you to move your cocks. I need you to make me come.”

Ian emitted a groan and pulled out, while Gray didn’t move from his deep position inside of her pussy. The feel of Ian’s cock against the inside of her anus was totally different from their fingers. He had her so stretched that she felt every nerve he touched. It caught her off guard that when he started to push back in, Gray slowly pulled out. Now her attention was drawn to her pussy, which was clamped around Gray’s cock. Where before she thought she could feel every slide of his skin, the additional pressure from Ian’s dick made it more so. The muscle ring at the entrance of her pussy started to clench in tiny contractions, wanting that promised released.

“Do you like that, honey? Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes,” Shea answered, loving that Ian’s voice came out strangled. “More!”

“We’ll give you whatever you want,” Gray murmured.

Gray had removed his hand from between them and grabbed her head. Bringing her down to meet his lips, the tenderness he showed was unexpected, considering the act they were partaking in. But then again, the three of them were sharing something so special that few people got to experience. And it was a practice she wanted to do over and over again.

By the time Ian was sunk balls-deep into her, Gray only had his tip left inside of her. They set up a rhythm where she tried to keep up but couldn’t do anything but feel. And it was the best sensation she’d ever felt. Her body relaxed into them while her mind started to float. Instead of the tightness she usually felt right before she came, pulses started to shoot down her arms and legs. Her toes curled, and she had to pull away from Gray in order to breathe. Not one muscle constricted like they usually did before an orgasm, and before she could brace herself, a release like no other washed over her.

Shea cried out, screaming their names. A ringing made itself known in her ears, and blackness seemed to descend upon her. Spasms rocked her abdomen, her pussy pulsing around Gray’s cock. Her anus seemed to trap Ian’s dick inside of her. She vaguely heard their shouts as they released into their condoms. A part of her wanted to feel the warmth of their seed inside of her.

As her body came down from its high, she sank into Gray. Skin on skin, sweat on sweat, a peaceful sentiment washed over her that she had never experienced before. Feeling Ian come down on top of her, even though he seemed to be careful of his weight, only increased the calm within her. Although they were three, at that moment, it seemed as if they were one—complete.

The ringing of her cell phone brought Shea out of a deep sleep. She struggled to open her eyes, the sunshine shining through the bedroom window. Clearing the blurry vision away, she saw that she was in Gray’s bedroom. There was a sheet pulled up over her naked body, and immediately, she felt the soreness in her ass, remembering the lovemaking between the three of them. She smiled and stretched, wondering where they were.

Another ring sang out, making her turn her head toward the sound. Gray or Ian must have brought in her clothes and purse from the living room and placed it in the chair in the corner of the room. Sitting up, Shea didn’t bother with a sheet as she walked over to answer her phone.

Seeing it was Elise brought back all the bad memories that had been pushed aside by their passion. An uneasy feeling settled over her. What if she had finally found two men to love her, and it was taken away by some deranged man? Shea felt her chest constrict at the thought and had to push back the panic that surfaced.

“Elise, please tell me that you are okay,” Shea said, having connected their call.

“I’m fine, Shea. I’ve arrived in Arizona and am staying at a bed and breakfast.”

“Did you get my message?”

“Yes, but not until a few minutes ago. I had run my phone battery down because I was using it as a GPS. Are you all right? Did the police catch whoever was leaving you those messages?”

“No. As a matter of fact, I got a call from him today. But Gray and Ian called their friend, who is the police officer I told you about, and he is looking into it. The man called me from their office, Elise. He threatened them.”

Saying it aloud made it almost too real. Shea felt tears sting her eyes, but refused to let them fall. She was a strong woman and wouldn’t resort to tears. Shea reached for her underwear, but decided she wanted to feel clean instead. Taking the phone with her, she walked into the attached bathroom and saw Gray’s navy-blue robe hanging up on a hook. Snatching it, she wrapped herself inside of it and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. It was a comforting thing to do.

“You mentioned Gray and Ian on the message. But the way you say their name is making me think they are more than just business associates. I’ve never heard that tone of voice before, Shea. What’s going on?”

Shea walked back into the bedroom and crossed the room to sit on the chair. It was a cream-colored material that matched the carpet, lightening up the room from the dark wood that seemed to be similar to Ian’s. She curled her legs underneath her and explained to her best friend that she had fallen in love. Shea wasn’t sure the exact moment when she realized it had happened, knowing it seemed too soon to be able to say it. But it was how she felt.

Before Shea could finish the conversation, Gray opened the door and came over to where she sat. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, and instantly, her pussy clenched. Would it always be like that? Would her body react to him or Ian every time she set eyes on them?

“Brad is here,” Gray whispered. “Can you come out to speak with him?”

Shea nodded her head. “Elise, I’ve got to go. We’ll finish this later. I’m glad that you are safe and sound in Arizona, but please keep your eyes open for anything that might be a threat. And leave me a message with all the details of where you are at so that I can reach you in case of emergency.”

They said their good-byes, and Shea disconnected the call. Looking up into Gray’s eyes, she saw the concern. She wondered if something had happened while she had been sleeping.

“Did they catch him?”

“No. Unfortunately, he was gone by the time the police got there. But Brad had the office fingerprinted and processed.”

Gray reached for her hand and pulled her up off the couch and into his arms. She gratefully stepped into him, relishing his body heat. Shea lifted her head to meet his lips, loving how he leaned down and captured hers.

“I had a feeling this was how I would find the two of you,” Ian said, interrupting.

Shea tore her mouth from Gray’s and lifted up on her tiptoes to try and look over Gray’s shoulder. He must have noticed her intent, because Gray turned his body so she could see Ian standing in the doorway. Ian was smiling. He had on his usual faded jeans, although he had changed into a faded blue T-shirt. He looked like sin, and she couldn’t help but think of joining him on the dark side. Unfortunately, they had company in the form of police, and she knew she would have to deal with that situation sooner rather than later.

Ian walked into the room to where they stood and leaned down, brushing his lips across hers. Her body instantly responded, and visions of what the two of them had done earlier swam in her mind. Her nipples beaded, and her pussy started to swell in anticipation. Her arousal was an instant reaction that she wasn’t used to, but the way they made her feel, she could live with it. So what if she had damp panties all day long?

“How do you feel?”

Shea pulled her attention away from Ian to look at Gray. “Good. Really good. It was an incredible experience.”

“Something that you’d like to occur again, then?”

Shea knew the significance of Gray’s question and answered as honestly as she could. “Yes, I want to continue what we’ve started.”

“Good,” Gray answered, satisfaction written all over his face.

“Brad’s waiting for us in the living room,” Ian said, stepping away. He, too, had a look of a man who had just been given the world on a silver platter. She was feeling the same way. It was a heady reaction to fall in love and something that she couldn’t wait to convey on paper.

“Let me change back into my clothes.” Shea went to pull away, but Gray wouldn’t release his hold.

“Don’t worry about it. You have had those clothes on for two days. Wear the robe. Brad will understand, and by this evening, new clothes will be delivered for you.”

“What do you mean, clothes will be delivered?”

Shea looked at Gray, trying to contain some of the anger that was building. She wanted to see where this relationship went, but if they thought they could dictate what she was going to wear or how long she was going to stay here, they were sorely mistaken.

“Before you get your back up, we just thought you would be more comfortable in casual clothes while waiting for Brad to give you an all-clear on heading back home. Even he thinks you would be better off here until the police get a better handle on things. All Gray did was have a couple pairs of jeans and T-shirts ordered. We know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself.”

Shea couldn’t believe that Ian had hit all the points that had the possibility of making her upset. In turn, that made her want to be upset with them that they could read her so well after such a short time. Before she could sort out her feelings, both men kissed her and headed for the door.

“I am not going out there in just a robe. How would that look?”

“Like you’ve been here for two days and are waiting for clothes,” Gray answered over his shoulder. “It’s only Brad that’s here, and he’s a family friend.”

Shea had started to shake her head no when Ian retreated and grabbed her hand. Not giving her time to say no, Ian pulled her behind him. Using one hand, Shea made sure the sash of her robe was pulled as tight as it could go. Not being in her heels made her feel tiny compared to Ian and Gray as they walked down the hallway. Having them walk in front of her, with Ian’s hand wrapped in hers, made her feel protected. They walked into the living room, and Brad rose from the chair he had been sitting in.

“Ms. Brennan, it’s nice to see you again, although I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances.”

Shea saw that Brad glanced down at their hands and gave a short nod of acknowledgement to Ian. She wasn’t sure what that meant, and decided to ask Ian later. Right now, she needed to know if they were any closer to catching this guy.

“Thank you, Officer Foster, for getting over to the office so quickly. Gray informed me that he was gone. Were you able to find anything out?”

“I am having forensics run the fingerprints taken from the office in hopes that this guy isn’t that smart. What I’m still a little confused on is that you are saying he was not in the coffee shop at the time you were talking about creating a dating site involving ménage relationships.”

“That’s right, he wasn’t. He couldn’t have been,” Shea responded. Ian had released her hand when she had sat on the edge of the couch, making sure the robe covered her knees. “There was an older couple across the shop and two men grabbing coffee to go. No one else was there.”

“Do you think it is someone you know or that your friends know? Maybe your friends told other people about what the three of you were planning to do and it sent him over the edge.”

“I can ask if they told anyone, but when you say it like that, you are inferring that it is someone we know. I can’t believe that. I refuse to believe that.”

“Say her friends didn’t say anything to anyone. How do you think he would have known that?” Gray asked.

Shea turned her head around to see Gray standing behind the couch where she sat, his hands resting on the back. Without thinking, Shea went to cover his hand with hers. Before she could touch him, Gray had pulled his hands away and took a step back. A hooded look came over his face. The sharp pain that hit her chest, or more particularly, her heart, took her breath away. He had rejected her.

Brad must have answered, but Shea didn’t hear him. She couldn’t bring herself to look at any of them. Gray’s conversation from the previous evening came to the forefront, and she finally comprehended that he meant every word of it. He would live the lifestyle of a ménage, but only if it were private and hidden from the world.

She felt the couch dip and saw that Ian had come over to sit with her. Not wanting to be near either one of them now, Shea went to stand. Ian prevented that from happening by placing his hand on her knee. The pressure didn’t hurt, but it was a warning that he didn’t want her to get up. He would have to live with it.

Shea didn’t even have to use her hands and just stood up, causing Ian’s hand to fall from her knee. A part of her felt guilty that she had rejected Ian like Gray had done to her, but she knew they came in a package deal. And that meant if she couldn’t accept Gray’s need to hide their relationship, then she couldn’t accept Ian.

“I’m sorry, Brad. What did you say? How do you think this guy knew about the dating site?” Shea was proud of herself that she was able to keep her voice from shaking.