One for Three [Elite Dragons 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“Yes.” He was pleased to see her expression relax almost at once.

“Good. Now let Trace and Corbin help clean you up. The warm water will help stop your muscles from tightening up and will soothe your sore pussy.” Trace picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, and Coulter followed. He stepped into the shower and kept an eye on Brooke as his brothers saw to her needs. She was going to have to learn that he and his brothers were the ones in control. Especially in the bedroom. He knew she would learn what they expected from her and that he wasn’t about to relent. He was so used to being in control, and he knew he would never be able to hand the reins over to anyone else, except maybe his brothers. Out of the three of them he was the most dominant, and Trace was close behind him. Corbin could be just as aggressive, but his younger brother liked to use humor to get what he wanted. And Coulter had been surprised to realize Corbin’s way worked just as well as giving commands.

The three brothers complemented each other. What one lacked, the others’ personalities covered. They worked well together. Coulter knew there was more than enough variety between the three of them for one woman. He only hoped that Brooke thought so as well.

* * * *

Trace scooped Brooke up into his arms and carried her to the adjoining bathroom. His cock was so hard that it was constantly leaking pre-cum. He wanted to pick her up and impale her on his dick, but he couldn’t do that because he would hurt her, and that was one thing he didn’t want to do. He knew she was tender after having Coulter in her pussy. He wasn’t blind. He had seen the blood on the cloth after his brother had cleaned Brooke up. He stepped into the large spa bath and sank down into the warm water, pulling her onto his lap. He barely held in a groan when her butt and hips came down on his throbbing erection. He smiled when he heard her sigh of relief.

Trace poured bath gel onto a sponge, sighing his pleasure as she relaxed and rested her head on his shoulder. After washing her and himself, he gathered Brooke in his arms and lifted her out of the tub. Corbin stood with a towel in his arms, ready to receive her and gently pat her dry. Anxiety clenched at Trace’s insides as he watched Brooke’s delicate form in Corbin’s arms. He hoped they hadn’t been too rough or harsh for her.
He took her hand and led her back to the bedroom and helped her onto the bed. He climbed on after her and made sure she was comfortable.

“How are you feeling now, darlin’?” Trace asked.

“I’m good.”

“You’re not too sore, are you?”

“No,” she whispered, and her cheeks turned pink. I want more.”

She sounded like she scarcely believed it herself, but he wasn’t about to argue.

“Let me know if I hurt you in any way, Brooke,” Trace stated firmly then leaned down over her and took her mouth beneath his. He saw her eyes widen slightly as he moved in, and her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t push him away. He opened his mouth, and she reciprocated. He slid his tongue in between her teeth and stroked it against hers. He loved the taste of her mouth and the way she responded to him so uninhibitedly. Once her body took over from her mind, their little Brooke was a bit of a wild woman. He loved that about her. She was so sweet and innocent, yet her responses were so passionate.

He nipped at her lip and then drew her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her and loved how she whimpered with desire. He released her tongue and followed it back into her mouth. He tasted every nook and cranny until he had to slow the kiss down and finally stop so they could both breathe.

He bent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking over the hard peak with his tongue. He released her tip and licked his way down over her stomach. He kissed the top of her mound and laved her clit until she bucked beneath him with renewed passion.

Trace sat up and moved off the bed, pulling her with him. He sat on the edge and pulled her over his lap until she was straddling his thighs, facing him. He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her until his cock kissed against her wet folds. He gazed into her eyes and slowly lowered her onto his hard dick. She was wet, but not wet enough for his massive cock, so he looked over at Corbin, who was now lying on the bed watching them.

“Get the lube,” Trace rasped. He lifted her up and held her suspended above him.

Trace heard her whimper and saw her belly contract as Corbin slicked her pretty little cunt with lube. Corbin pumped his fingers into her pussy a few times, making sure Brooke was plenty wet enough, and also for his own enjoyment.

“Okay,” Corbin growled.

Trace lowered Brooke onto his hard rod once more and sighed as her hot, wet flesh separated and he began to penetrate her. He groaned as she enveloped him like a glove would fit his fingers and palm. He loved that she dug her nails into his shoulders as he slowly eased his cock all the way into her depths. She clenched around him, and she sighed as her tense muscles relaxed.

“Are you okay, darlin’?” Trace panted.

“Yeah, but I want you to move,” Brooke commanded breathlessly.

“I will, darlin’. I was just giving you time to adjust.”

“I’m adjusted, now move!”

“Not yet, honey,” Corbin said from behind Brooke. “I want you to stay still and relaxed. Do you think you can do that for me, Brooke?”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to stretch you, honey. Just breathe slowly and evenly and don’t clench up,” Corbin replied.

Trace held on to Brooke’s hips. When she shrieked, he knew Corbin was slicking her little asshole with the lube. He wrapped his arms around her as she shivered, holding her tightly against his chest. He didn’t want her to move too much and inadvertently hurt herself.

“Oh, my God. What are you doing?” Brooke wailed.

“Shh, honey. Am I hurting you?” asked Corbin.

“No.”

“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked.

“I–I don’t know.”

“Does it feel good, baby?” Trace asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

“Yes!”

“Look at me, Brooke,” Trace demanded and waited for her to look up. His eyes held hers, and when her eyes widened, he knew Corbin had penetrated her anus with his fingers. He reached between their bodies and pinched a nipple. She moaned and her eyes slid closed, so he did it again. She whimpered and keened as his brother prepared her so that eventually they could both love her together. Her pussy tightened and then released as Corbin began to finger-fuck her ass.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” Brooke chanted.

“Easy, honey. I have you nice and loose. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” Corbin grated out.

Trace cupped the back of Brooke’s neck and head with his hands, keeping her still so he could watch her face. Corbin moved in closer to Brooke, bent his knees, and began to push into her ass. Brooke’s eyes squeezed closed tightly, but he needed to see her so he could gauge if his brother was hurting her.

“Open your eyes, darlin’,” he commanded quietly and cursed when she did. He could see tears glistening in her eyes. “Do you want us to stop?”

“No!” She sobbed her reply.

“Don’t clench up, honey. Push back against me, Brooke.” Corbin groaned.

Brooke’s internal muscles flexed and loosened as she did as Corbin said. Her pussy grew so tight when Corbin penetrated her backside that he had to clench his teeth to control his own libido.

“I’m in,” Corbin rasped out.

Those words were like music to his ears. Trace released his firm hold on Brooke and moved his hands down to her hips. He gave a Corbin a nod and his brother pulled out of her ass. As Corbin surged back in, Trace retreated from her pussy. They started off slow, giving Brooke time to adjust to having her body stuffed full of cock and to relax a little.

Trace thrust his hips in counterpoint to his brother, gasping as his cock slid all the way into Brooke’s wet heat. He growled again when he drew back and felt her pussy sucking at the head of his hard rod, trying to keep him from pulling out too far. His woman was a greedy little thing, and he loved every sensation he felt as he and his brother made love with her. He felt her muscles begin to grip him harder and knew Brooke was about to orgasm. He sped up his pumping hips and made sure to glide the head of his cock over her G-spot. He glanced at Corbin and knew his brother was on edge as well by the way his neck and shoulder muscles bulged and by the clenching of his jaw.

He pushed in once more, and Brooke screamed. Her head flew back, and her eyes closed. Her internal pussy walls clamped down on him, gripping him like a vise, and then they released. She rippled and contracted around his erection over and over until at last, she milked the cum right out of his balls. He yelled as warm tingles radiated into his groin, his balls drawing up, and then he pumped her full of his semen. Corbin shouted and Trace knew his brother had also found his release.

He wrapped his arms around Brooke as she flopped against him, her breath panting rapidly as the last flutters of her orgasm faded away. He held still, savoring her damp, heated skin against his and the weight of her in his arms. He looked down when she whimpered as his brother withdrew from her ass.

He looked up as Coulter entered the room and stepped up behind Brooke, and then gently lifted her off his lap. They all cleaned up and crawled into bed. With Brooke in the middle, Coulter on one side of her, and Corbin on the other, Trace slid under the covers at the bottom of the bed. Brooke sighed, and not long after that, her breathing slowed and deepened. She was sound asleep.

“What the fuck am I missing?” Coulter muttered under his breath.

The two weeks since Brooke’s recovery were a whole lot of frustration for Coulter, his brothers, and the rest of the Elite Dragons. As the papers spread over Coulter’s desk testified, they had done extensive searches on the black-market organ trade but couldn’t find enough information. The two detectives from Bismarck, White and Richards, had been in regular contact, but they hadn’t found anything more than he had. He lifted his gaze to the open window on his laptop screen. The list of e-mails he had exchanged with the detectives made him sigh. He closed the screen.

Coulter was thinking of trying to send one of his teams underground as undercover organ buyers. He was going to have to set them up with false IDs and personas so they wouldn’t have trouble if a background check was done on them. He had found a faint trail once he was able to get hold of the two kidnappers’ bank account details, but they were going to have to go deeper if they were ever going to nail the fuckers who actually ran the show. Coulter sat back in his chair and sighed. He ran his hand down his face with frustration, but looked up with a smile when Brooke entered his office with a mug of coffee.

“Hey, baby, whatchya doin’?”

“I thought you might like a coffee,” Brooke replied.

“Yeah, that I do. Thanks, Brooke.” He watched as Brooke walked farther into the room and placed the mug on his desk. She smiled and turned away from him.

“Brooke, hold up, baby,” he said and waited for her to come closer. When she was within reach, he clasped her wrist, pushed his chair back, and pulled her onto his lap. “Can you remember anything else about your time in the basement or about your kidnappers?”

“Umm, let me think. I was pretty out of it the last couple of days.” She closed her eyes with concentration. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smoothed his hand up and down her back, but she sat up all of a sudden, her muscles going taut.

“One of them mentioned a doctor. We never got to see their faces. They always wore those ski masks,” Brooke said with a frown. “I was trying to pick the lock with a hairpin and they were talking. I was about to run back down the stairs and one of them mentioned a doctor. Shit, the name’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t quite remember.”

“Don’t push it, baby. The more you force it the longer it will take you to remember,” Coulter advised. “So what have you been doing?”

“Helping your mom and May with the cooking and cleaning.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Coulter stated.

“I know, but I actually like cooking. I never got much of a chance since I was living on my own. It just didn’t seem to be worth the effort for just me.”

“Do you think the other women are going to stick around? They seem to be pretty wrapped up in my team members.”

“Oh, they are. I think they are in love,” Brooke replied with a sigh.

Coulter looked at the dreamy visage on her face and hoped she was thinking about their relationship. He wanted to ask her if she loved him and his brothers, but didn’t feel it was right to force her to admit her feelings one way or the other. He knew she liked them a lot. Otherwise she wouldn’t have had sex with them or slept in their bed, but he had a hankering to hear those three words from her.

“Smith, the name was Dr. Smith. Shit, that was probably an alias,” Brooke said with a sigh. “Sorry.”

“Baby, it’s not your fault. You remembered the name, that’s the important thing.”

Brooke pushed up from his lap. He wanted to hold her there but knew he couldn’t force her to stay if she didn’t wish it. She gave him a smile and sauntered from the room. He loved the way her hips swayed so provocatively, but knew she wasn’t aware of her effect on him or his brothers. There didn’t seem to be a vain bone in her body. Just as he was about to follow Brooke from the room, his cell phone rang.