Van, Becca - Coming Home (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“You aren’t in control in the bedroom, darlin’. We are. We’ll give you what you need, but in our own good time,” Marcus answered.

Bella couldn’t see Marcus since Adam was straddling her chest, but she could just imagine the satisfied smirk he usually gave her when he was in one of his condescending moods, knowing he was the one in control. Bella was beside herself with want. She needed them to fill her body with their cocks, and she wanted them to do it
now
.

Bella lifted her head and latched onto Adam’s cock, determined to have at least some control. She bobbed her head up and down his length, gaining momentum every time she hollowed out her cheeks. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, making sure she laved the sensitive underside. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth, her throat muscles clamping down around Adam’s cock as he touched the back of her throat.

“Fuck yeah. Your mouth feels so good, honey,” Adam panted out.

Bella upped the ante. She was bobbing so fast on his dick she was slamming her lips into the hand Adam had wrapped around the base of his shaft. She knew she was going to have bruised lips, but she didn’t care. He was going to come first, come hell or high water. She was going to make Adam lose control. She moaned around his cock as she felt his flesh twitch and swell in her mouth. She relaxed her throat even more, readying to drink down his cum. She felt him shudder, and he roared, his flesh pulsing in her mouth, but there was no cum for her to swallow. Bella opened her eyes and saw that Adam had his balls grasped tightly in his hand, pushing against a spot beneath his balls. She looked up into his face and saw his feral grin.

“You don’t win that easy, honey,” Adam said with a smirk.

Bella screeched, her body undulating as she tried to move away from Adam even more. Her legs kicked out, only to be manacled by large, firm hands around her ankles. She shot a furious glare at Clint. He was laughing like a loon as he untied her hands. When her first hand was free, Bella moved her hand to his chest and tried to push Clint. He caught her hand with ease and held aloft as he released her other hand. He grabbed her wrists, holding them together, effectively manacling her.

Marcus held Bella by the hips, gave them a tug, and impaled her with one hard thrust. He put his hands beneath her shoulders and lifted her up so she was straddling his lap and Clint had to release her hands. Bell sighed out a moan of relief. She finally had a cock in her needy pussy. She wrapped her arms around Marcus’s neck and wriggled around until her clit was smashed up against his cock. She began to use her legs and pumped herself up and down Marcus’s shaft, but he circumvented her by grasping her hips to hold her still.

Bella groaned with frustration, which quickly turned to a moan of pleasure as a finger began to massage her ass. She relaxed her muscles, wanting, needing a cock to be shoved up her anus. Now that she’d had a taste of anal sex, she didn’t ever want to do without it. Having two cocks in her body, double the penetration, gave her double the pleasure. She turned her head to see Clint over her shoulder. He was close up against her back as he pumped oil-covered fingers into her ass. She could feel him stretching her, spreading his fingers wide, loosening the tight muscles of her sphincter. She groaned as he withdrew his digits from her body, and then she felt the blunt head of his cock at her back entrance. She lifted her hips, slightly tilting her pelvis to give Clint better access to her ass.

Bella moaned as Clint eased his way into her body. She felt the head of his cock pop through her tight muscles. He didn’t give her body time to adjust. He forged his way in deep until his balls hit her flesh. Bella sighed, her body so full of the cocks it craved. She turned her head to find Adam waiting for her. She sucked him to the back of her throat then slid along his hard flesh until just the head was in her mouth. She twirled her tongue around his head, relishing the taste of the fluid seeping from the small hole at the top. She sucked him back down until he touched the back of her throat and whimpered as Marcus and Clint began to glide their cocks in and out of her body. She rocked her hips as she suckled on Adam’s cock. She was surrounded by the men she loved and who loved her in return as they pleasured her body, and in return her body pleasured them. She was where she needed to be, where she knew she fit into the world.

Bella was keening in the back of her throat, and even though she was aware of the sounds she was making, she couldn’t stop herself and didn’t really care. Marcus thrust into her pussy as Clint withdrew from her ass. With each forward thrust, they increased the pace of their cocks sliding in and out of her body. She had one cock in her cunt or ass at all times as Adam thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She was in heaven.

Bella felt the fire in her body flare into a flame so bright it frightened her. She could feel the liquid heat of her juices dripping out of her pussy, her internal muscles gathering up into a tight coil. Her womb felt heavy, her pussy and ass grasping around the cocks pumping in and out of her. She could hear Adam panting just as fast as she was and knew he was about to go over. She sucked him to the back of her throat, his roar of pleasure drowning out their heavy breathing. She felt his cock swell, and then his cum was spurting out of his dick, down the back of her throat. She swallowed every last drop, licked him clean, and released him with a pop.

Bella threw her head back and screamed as her body shook with climactic pleasure. She felt her pussy gush out her release, covering Marcus and herself in her juices. Her pussy clamped and released around the two cocks pummeling in and out her body, and as the last spasm faded away, her two men thrust into her deeply one last time, holding her still as they pumped her holes full of their cum. She flopped down against Marcus with a satiated smile, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Chapter Ten

Bella was up and about early the next morning. Her men were taking her to Big Lake to get her some clothes. She was eager to have her own clothes but hoped like hell they didn’t expect her to wear all those layers of petticoats beneath a dress all the time. She would much rather prefer to have some canvas pants and shirts of her own. She never was one for wearing dresses. She’d made a list of things she would need, including her own straight razor. She was rather hairy at the moment, and the itch of regrowth was driving her insane. Her men didn’t seem to care she was nearly as hairy as they were, but she did. She was feeling rather moody again this morning and couldn’t work out why. She was going to see if she could borrow one of their straight razor blades and hoped like hell she didn’t cut herself. After breakfast was over and the kitchen was clean again, Bella followed her men out to the barn. She readied Star while her men saw to their own mounts, and then they were off. They set off at a trot, not wanting to tire their mounts out too quickly. It was going to take a couple of hours to reach the small town of Big Lake on horseback. Bella rode behind Clint and Adam, Marcus beside her. She could hear them whispering up ahead but couldn’t make out what they were saying. She gave a mental shrug and let her gaze take in the beautiful scenery. The air was so crisp and clean, the pastures full of green and deciduous trees, their leaves various shades of red, brown, and orange. The ground was littered with the dead foliage but the sight was beautiful.

By the time they reached Big Lake, Bella’s muscles were feeling the strain of being in the saddle for so long when she wasn’t used to it as yet. She was okay with the riding, but the length of time had her feeling a little stiff. She was glad when Marcus helped her down from the saddle and even more grateful as he kept his hands around her waist until she was steady on her feet. Bella stepped back when she was steady and looked around at the town of Big Lake in 1865. It was so different than what she had left behind. The buildings were all made of timber, not a brick in sight. The walkways were timber decking, and the main street was dirt. There was a mercantile general store and a saloon, which no doubt housed the whores her men had been on their way to visit when they had found her. There was a blacksmith’s, a stable, a church at the far end of the street, and several small wooden cottages. She could just make out the word “Sheriff” written on a shingle outside one of the cottages.

Bella didn’t stop to think. She moved around Marcus and headed straight for the sheriff’s. She was standing at the door before her men could stop her. She rapped her knuckles on the door and waited impatiently. She was reporting a crime and hoped the sheriff found David and hauled his ass to jail.

“Howdy, ma’am. You don’t need to knock. Come right on in.”

“Thank you, Sheriff…” Bella said, waiting expectantly for him to introduce himself.

“Sheriff Nate Ryder at your service, ma’am.”

“My name is Bella McPherson, Sheriff Ryder. I’d like to report a crime.”

“Come on in and take a load, I’m mean, a seat, Ms. McPherson. I don’t remember seeing you around these parts afore,” Sheriff Ryder stated, giving her the once-over.

“I’m lucky enough to be staying with the Aldridge brothers, Sheriff. They’ve been very kind. I want you to find the man who was working on the Aldridge ranch and haul his ass to jail. He was going to try and rape me and probably would have if I hadn’t clocked him one with a hot pan,” Bella explained, her anger rising as her mind went back that horrid day.

“Well, ma’am, as much as I would like to haul this man’s ass to jail, I can’t rightly say I know who you’re talking about.”

Bella couldn’t believe he wasn’t taking her seriously. She saw him watching her with narrowed eyes and a steely stare and wondered what the hell was going on. Was he hiding something?

“If you’ll wait here a moment, I’ll go and get one of the Aldridge brothers to give you all the appropriate information.”

“Bella, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Clint snarled as he slammed through the door.

“I’m reporting a crime, that’s what I’m doing. Is there a law against a woman reporting to the sheriff she was nearly raped?” Bella spat back at Clint, giving him a good glare.

“Baby, come on outside. We have to get you some clothes, remember?” Clint said in a light, cajoling voice.

Bella could see him seething underneath and wondered what the hell was going on. She let him lead her out the door and back onto the street before she snatched her arm from his firm grip, spun around, and got in his face as much as possible from her diminutive height.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Bella, you need to hold your tongue just a little longer, baby. When we’re out of earshot from the sheriff’s office, you can let me have it as much as you want,” Clint said, turning her by placing his hands on her shoulders and heading her in the direction of the mercantile.

Bella held her tongue for a good twenty paces, and then her ire got the better of her. She spun around and faced Clint. He held his hand up before she could let loose her tongue.

“Baby, you need to know the sheriff has a son named David,” Clint explained.

Bella felt all the blood in her head drain down to her feet as she stared at Clint. He moved in closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her to him tightly since she felt as if she were going to pass out.

Bella breathed deeply, determined to fight the blackness threatening to consume her. She wrapped her arms around Clint’s waist and clung to him tighter. She was finally able to ease back slightly so she could see his face.

“I’m sorry, baby. I would’ve stopped you from going in there, but you were too quick. I wasn’t expecting you to go stomping off.”

“Are you telling me I brained the sheriff’s son? That he was the one to try and rape me?” Bella asked. She took a deep breath when Clint nodded in affirmation then released it. “Do you think he’ll arrest me for assaulting his son?”

“No, baby, but he’s not going to let anything happen to his son either. You should have let us go after him and kill him.”

“No, I should not. I don’t want you hanging because of something I did,” Bella sobbed.

“Shh, baby. You didn’t do anything. It wasn’t your fault, Bella,” Clint crooned, pulling her into his body tightly again, rubbing a hand up and down her back, soothing her.

“Oh God, Clint. What am I going to do?”

“Nothin’. There’s nothin’ any of us can do, except protect you. Just don’t go anywhere near the sheriff again. All right?”

Bella nodded her head and leaned her forehead on Clint’s chest. She was lucky she was still free. The sheriff could have locked her up in a jail cell when he realized she was accusing his son of rape. She eased away from Clint when he released her, took his offered hand in her own, and let him lead her into the mercantile.

Bella felt safe and protected when Marcus and Adam moved to her back with Clint at her side. She listened as Clint placed a large order for goods and supplies needed for fencing, as well as food staples needed, such as flour, sugar, coffee, et cetera. When he was done, he drew her to the back of the store where a rack of women’s dresses hung.

“You need clothes, baby. Pick out whatever you want.”

“But you can’t afford to buy me clothes. I don’t mind wearing your things,” Bella said quietly.

“Who said we couldn’t afford them? Bella, we could buy this whole damn town if we wanted to, including the sheriff. We’re rich, baby. Marcus found a cave full of gold on our land. We’ll never be able to spend it all in this lifetime. Now, come on over and pick out some clothes.”