Lena's Happily Ever After [The Town of Pearl 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

The sound of someone stomping up the steps had them all turning toward the screen door. There stood Quinn, and he looked pissed off.

He pulled open the door and walked inside.

“Put her down. Did you punish her yet?” Quinn asked, and Lena tightened her hold on Blake.

“Things kind of went in a different direction,” Kenny stated then smiled.

Quinn widened his eyes, and then he walked closer to Blake and Lena.

“I can see that nice blush to her cheeks. There better be the same color on her ass,” he stated, and Lena gasped.

“He’s not serious is he?” she asked.

“Dead serious, Lena. Quinn was really worried about you when he found out that you were in danger and that you lied to Kenny,” Blake told her.

“I didn’t lie. I was tired and just needed to go to bed,” she blurted out. Blake began to let her down, and she held him tighter.

“Get over here, Lena, and explain what exactly happened last night,” Quinn demanded. As Blake let her down, Quinn sat in the chair and pulled her by her hand toward him.

“You are not seriously going to spank me, are you, Quinn?” she asked.

Blake smiled behind her. She was in for it with Quinn.

* * * *

Quinn held Lena on his right thigh, wrapping his arm around her waist to hold her before he placed his other hand on her thigh. He rubbed gently back and forth across her soft, smooth skin, and she wiggled her ass on his leg, making his cock throb.

“Start talking, Lena, and I’ll decide if a spanking is in order,” Quinn told her, and she turned to look at him, eyes wide and lips parted. Damn, the woman had a hell of a mouth on her. She looked so damn sexy with the strap of her revealing top hanging off her shoulder, and her muscular thighs felt soft and feminine.

She looked away from him and then toward Blake and Kenny.

“It’s not a big deal,” she began to say, and Kenny pointed a finger at her in warning. She exhaled in annoyance and began to explain what happened. But Quinn already knew. Wyatt had explained the entire situation and even had the surveillance video from Rocky’s to prove how intense the situation was.

As Lena explained, Quinn held her tighter.

He rubbed her arms as she finished, and then he locked gazes with his brothers.

“You’re finished working at Rocky’s,” Quinn told her, and Lena abruptly jumped up off of his lap.

He watched her, looking her body over and seeing that she wore no bra. Her breasts bounced from her abrupt movement, and her short shorts were hanging off of her hip bones. She was sexy and had a perfect body.

“No I am not! How dare you, any of you, try to tell me what I am or am not doing. Get out!” she yelled and none of them moved. Quinn held her gaze. She was adorable when she was angry. Did she even realize that she was perfect?

Kenny’s police radio went off, and he lowered the volume.

“Come here, Lena,” Quinn whispered as he sat up straight and spread his legs so she could stand between them. Her hair was all messy from fooling around with his brothers, and her cheeks looked pink from her anger as well as her attraction. He knew she was attracted to all of them. Her damn nipples were poking out against her top.

She shook her head, and Quinn gave her an even sterner look.

“Go to him now, Lena, or he will spank you,” Kenny told her as he stood with his arms crossed, watching her. Blake stood on the other side of Quinn in a similar stance.

“Are you going to hit me?” she asked, and he felt the tightness in his chest.

“Not hit you, darling. Never would we hit you. But a spanking can be both a form of discipline and sexual stimulation. There’s a difference, and real men don’t beat their woman.”

She hesitated. “Don’t make me come over there to get you,” Quinn threatened, and she walked toward him. As soon as she was in arm’s reach, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer and between his legs.

“I was so worried about you, doll. I was angry at those men for touching you and trying to force themselves on you.”

He closed his eyes as he squeezed her hips then massaged along her side until he reached her ass. He played with the small bit of skin where her ass cheeks met her thighs and hung out of the short shorts she wore. He massaged the cheeks, and she held on to his shoulders.

The feel of her hands on his body, though minimal, fed his need to taste her and get closer to her. He wanted her spread out naked before him like a feast he could savor. He laid his cheek against her belly, using his teeth to pull up the material.

The more he massaged her ass the more pliant she became in his arms.

“This ass, this body is ours, Lena. We’re staking our claim to you, doll, and no other man better ever touch you or even look at you, wanting you,” he told her, and she tightened her grip on his shoulders.

Quinn lowered his left thigh and maneuvered it between Lena’s thighs. She now straddled his left thigh. He inched his fingers up and under her shorts until he found her bare, wet pussy.

“You’re wet for us, darling.”

“This isn’t fair, what you do to me.”

He pressed a digit up into her, and she crushed herself against him. He stroked her pussy slowly as he used his other hand to push up her tank so he could see her breasts.

“So fucking beautiful, Lena. Please let me taste you?” he asked as he pushed his finger up, and she widened her stance over his thigh.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, and she moved her breast closer to his mouth.

He licked the pretty pink nipple and twirled his tongue around it. Quinn pulled and teased her breast as he finger-fucked her over his thigh.

He wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to brand her his woman, their woman, so all the men in the world would know that Lena was theirs. He shifted in his seat. His cock throbbed against his jeans.

Lena moved her hips, and then Kenny moved in behind her. Quinn felt her body tense as he released her breast and looked up into her eyes. She held his gaze, looking aroused, hungry, and about to come.

“Let Kenny touch you, too, Lena. We all want you,” Quinn whispered as Kenny pressed his hand down her back then under the elastic of her shorts. Quinn pulled his finger slowly from her pussy, but then Kenny replaced it with his own.

“Oh God!” she moaned, holding on to Quinn as Quinn leaned back farther in the chair.

Kenny pushed Lena’s shorts down and caressed her ass cheeks while he fingered her. Blake bent down and grabbed Lena gently by her cheeks and held her gaze as Quinn watched.

“So fucking all ours, Lena. Don’t forget it, darling.” He began to kiss her.

Her body shook and quaked as she exploded on top of Quinn.

“Damn, baby, that was hot,” Kenny said as he slowly pulled his finger from her pussy then kissed her ass cheeks.

Blake released her lips then ran a hand over her ass and squeezed. Quinn lifted her up and hugged her to him.

“This is only the beginning, baby,” Quinn stated as Lena caught her breath.

Lena took a shower. The men had left after she convinced them that she needed time to think about these feelings she had and the entire ménage relationship thing that was so acceptable in this town. They had been relentless and had the ability to draw so much out of her. It was both exciting and exhausting. At multiple points this morning they had her so sexually aroused she almost told them to make love to her. Then fear gripped her insides.

She imagined Ariel and how Ariel allowed multiple men, including Troy and Bills to lay her out naked and have their way with her. She had looked so cheap, and they sounded degrading, calling her their main bitch amongst other names. It made Lena sick to her stomach. It wasn’t like she was comparing Blake, Quinn, and Kenny to those men. In fact, Lena was certain that Ariel had no feelings for the gangbangers just as they had no feelings for Ariel.

What made this situation even more complicated was that there were definitely feelings involved here. That in itself confused her. Sure, she didn’t come from a great family. And yeah, her mom was not a good example as a mother or a woman. She was an alcoholic and a slut, opening her legs for any guy who would pay the least bit of attention to her. Lena wasn’t going to have a life like that. She wanted to be loved, perhaps even cherished, for the woman she was.

Sometimes though, she felt old, like life had dragged her down so much, that there wasn’t any possibility or chance of a future with happiness. Negativity ruled her mind, but motivation to not give up and give in kept her going. Perhaps these people of Pearl knew better than most. Maybe, the love of many was just as powerful if not more so than the love of one.

She never had a boyfriend and lost her virginity to a decent guy she left when she left home. He had his own family issues, but hers were a lot worse. She never regretted sleeping with Tye, but after being touched by Kenny, Quinn, and Blake, she knew that she hadn’t a clue about sex.

Every time she witnessed someone having sex, it was meaningless, and there wasn’t any love or true affection involved. The woman never looked happy. She also realized that she’d never had an orgasm. If Tye had given her one, then she would have stuck around just to enjoy the benefits of them. The way her body tightened and shook from their touch, their words, and their obvious desire to have her made her explode. As a matter of fact, just thinking about their bodies and potentially seeing them naked and having sex with them made her feel hungry.
There must be something in the water.

She had no one to talk to about this, and that kind of sucked. She thought about Ariel and damned herself for it. Ariel didn’t know shit about love. She was having sex and letting those guys touch her and do things to her as if she were a whore and had no care for the effects on her body or the disregard they showed toward her after she allowed it the first time around. She saw the bruises on Ariel’s body as well as some burn marks. She might as well have been a whore for allowing them to do such things to her. The only difference was that she wasn’t getting paid for it. Or at least with cash. Troy and Bills and their gangbangers would buy her things and treat her to drinks when they went to clubs. Troy also paid for the trailer.

She swallowed hard. Thank God she never did any of those things. Even when she was starving and hadn’t eaten anything for nearly a week, she wouldn’t give in. She’d rather rummage through the garbage cans for food than accept any handouts from men like Triumph.

Lena walked outside along the pathway, absorbing the clean country air and sunny day and heard the glass crack beneath her sneakers. Immediately she recalled the scene that had unfolded during the night in the thunder and lightning storm. Her heart ached for Bryant. He looked so sad and had obviously felt that life wasn’t worth living as he asked God to take him. She swallowed hard. No one should feel so lonely. She understood what it was like to be alone and desperate for most things people took for granted like food and affection. She looked up at the small house where Bryant hid. The guys didn’t want her working at Rocky’s, but her last few nights were next week. She would quit after if Doc still wanted to hire her to take care of Bryant’s house. What the hell did she have to lose? She had dealt with gangbangers, pimps, and crooks. She should be able to handle an angry soldier.

* * * *

Bryant woke up to the sounds of banging pans and the sensation of a cool breeze filtering through the house. It felt good and he wondered if he were dead. He opened his eyes, feeling the pain in his head from drinking too much last night. Across the room, standing up on a step stool was a beautiful angel. The sun silhouetted her body, and he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

Her body was curvy and perfect. Long, tanned legs, short shorts, and a flat belly peeked out from under the black T-shirt she wore. Her breasts were large and her chin firm as she focused on cleaning the top of the cabinets.

“What the fuck?” he yelled as he realized that he wasn’t staring at an angel. There was a sexy, hot, young woman in his house, and he recognized her as the neighbor from next door.
Fuck!

* * * *

Lena nearly fell of the small step-ladder. She wondered when the drunken Marine was going to arise for the day. His place reeked of stale food, sweat, and vomit. After opening all the windows in the house then staring at the man for a bit, she decided to jump right into cleaning. She would focus on getting the house together and see how he responded.

“Whoever you are, you’re in the wrong fucking place.” He growled at her.

“Nope. I’m in the right place, Bryant. I’m your new maid and cook,” she stated. He lifted his head up a bit too quickly as he grabbed it to steady himself.

“The fuck you are. Get out!” he yelled fiercely. The sight of his chiseled muscles on his chest and intense tattoos were intimidating, but she was determined to make some money and ditch the job at Rocky’s.

“I don’t think so. You should take a shower. I cleaned up the bathrooms already and brought over some clean towels until I can get all of yours washed and dried.” She walked back over to the stool and began to clean. She could hear him struggling to get up off the chair then limp into the kitchen.