A New Beginning [Liberty, Wyoming] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) Page 11

  He pressed her hard against the stable. He used a hand on each of her wrists to jerk her hands down and pressed them behind her back. He held them with one hand so he could maneuver her out of the stable with the other. “I know you give it to the bosses so I know you’re a whore, so you won’t really mind doing me. You’re going to lay down nice and quiet and give me what I want, if you don’t I’ll knock you out and take you with me tonight and I’ll just use you over and over. If you’re good, I’ll be gone by morning.” He started moving them toward a side exit.

  Her eyes widened. Oh, God, she’d be devastated if he raped her. If she let him have his way, she just knew she wouldn’t come out of it alive. She started struggling harder, tormented sounds escaping through the hand over her mouth. She tried biting, kicking him, making him cuss furiously at her and tighten his grip.

  He grunted when he was wrenched from her. With no support, she sagged to the ground, fear holding her frozen, unable to catch her breath.

  She looked up with dazed eyes to see Jake hit the man hard once, then twice and the man went down. When Jake saw the man was down and having a problem getting up, he turned to her and reached down to pick her up, holding tightly on to her shoulders. She was shaking so badly she needed him to put his arms around her and tell her everything was okay.

  Her heart dropped, and she swallowed the bile that ran up her throat when she saw the pure, savage rage on his face. “Go up to the house now. I’ll be up in a while to deal with you.” He let go of her shoulders, and she just stood there staring at him in shock. “Now!”

  Shaking uncontrollably, she jolted and turned. Sara held back a cry with a hand over her mouth and stumbled as she ran from the barn to the house. Once inside, she leaned against the door, taking deep breaths. Sara pressed her knuckles to her mouth to hold back a scream of hurt and anger.

  The attempted rape was bad and something she’d never forget, but the look on Jake’s face was devastating to her. The disgust and rage he had shown her, told her what he thought about her. She would not be treated badly because of what his ex-wife did to him. She wouldn’t, couldn’t take it. He’d always think she was just like his wife. She put a hand over her mouth to hold in another sob.

  She couldn’t stay here. There was no way she could be around Jake knowing what he really thought of her. Looking at him and knowing she’d never be a part of him would kill her a little more every day. She wiped the tears from her face, lifted her chin, and walked to the office. She needed to get this over with and out of there before Jake got here.

  The door was open and Grant was behind the desk with his head down, reading papers on his desk. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hold herself together. She gritted her teeth. The shaking that overtook her body was making her teeth chatter.

  He looked up when she closed the door and smiled at her until he got a look at her. He stood abruptly and made his way toward her.

  She put her arms out and backed away to the other side of the sofa. “No, stop,” she cried out and swallowed back the thread of hysteria building in her chest.

  He stopped instantly at the fear in her voice, his body tensing at the look on her face. He hoped he never saw such devastation on her face as long as he lived. What the fuck? He held his hands out in front of him, showing her he was no threat to her. He softened his voice as much as he could. “Baby, please tell me…” He stopped when she shook her head and shrank away from him.

  She swallowed back her tears. “I’m quitting. The month we talked about that first day is up in a few days, and I need to go home.” A sob broke through. “I need to go now. Please.”

  He frowned showing his confusion. He tried to take another step closer. “Baby, please tell me what happened so we can fix it.”

  She shook her head, anguish stamped on her face, and held up her arms when he tried to get closer. “No, please just let me leave…”

  “No, baby, never. We can fix this!” Panic like he’d never known raced through him at the thought of losing her.

  The tears rolled down her face and grief-stricken sobs clawed at her throat. “Please, Grant. If you care about me at all you’ll let me leave.”

  She jumped and turned when a voice behind her growled. “You’re not fucking going anywhere. Now sit your ass down.”

  She looked around for an escape but they were both between her and any exit out of the room. She looked at Jake and her distress spilled out. “I won’t. I don’t want to hear what you think about me now. I already know and I’m leaving as soon as I pack. Let me by,” she yelled.

  “Would someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Grant yelled.

  Jake said calmly, never taking his eyes off Sara, “Mark attacked her in the stable and I pulled him off her.”

  Grant’s eyes widened as he stared in horror at her. “No,” she screamed when he took a few steps her way, wanting to hold her, make sure she was okay. When he saw how much she was shaking in fear he stopped. God if she was afraid of them, it would kill him. He glanced at his brother. Rage ran through him. “What the fuck happened to Mark?”

  Jake’s jaw clenched. “He was unconscious when a few of the hands pulled me off him. I told them to dump him, his truck and his shit at the county line and tell him if I ever saw him again I’d kill him, and I’ll make damn sure he won’t get a job within a hundred miles of here.”

  Both men turned their attention to their pale, frightened, shaky woman. How the hell would they deal with this? Nervous, Grant spoke softly, his eyes full of concern. “I don’t understand, Sara. Why do you think you have to leave, baby? Jake got rid of him and we will make very sure that something like this will never happen to you again. You don’t have to be afraid of us. You know we would never hurt you. Please let me see if he hurt you.”

  She shook her head and took another step away from them, making Jake growl. She turned her attention to Jake. “I know exactly how you feel about me and I won’t stay in this place another day. I won’t have you call me a whore. I’ve put up with your housekeeper hating me, your hands acting like I don’t exist.” She pointed at Jake. “And you, treating me like poison one minute and then your girlfriend the next. I will not…”

  Fuck this. Jake started toward her, his stride determined, making her words stop in midsentence. She looked around frantically for a weapon of any kind. She ran behind the desk, putting it between them and her and grabbed the first thing she could and threw it at Jake, hitting him on the shoulder.

  He stopped, unable to believe this little bitty woman would fight him. The protective side of him was already raging. He knew he could have killed the man for touching her, and now her disobedience brought out the dominant side of the animal in him. He was going to fucking explode if he didn’t touch her, hold her soon.

  She watched him freeze and then a spark lit up his eyes that scared the shit out of her. She quickly glanced in Grant’s direction and any other time, would have laughed at the look of disbelief that crossed his face.

  He kept coming for her and dodging the miscellanies missiles she threw at him. When he got close she turned and ran. She didn’t get two steps before a hard, muscular arm came around her waist and lifted her off her feet in one easy motion.

  She screamed in anger and kicked at anything she could hit on his body. He ignored her struggles and sat on the couch. He pinned her with an arm wrapped around her middle, holding her against his chest and his other arm wrapped around her wrists His grip careful but immobilizing her movements, waiting for her to lose her momentum and quiet down so she was able to listen to them.

  She cried in frustration and kept moving as much as she could. She continued to scream threats and obscenities at him until her throat turned hoarse. “You big-ass ape, you fuck butt, you’re a pig son of a bitch, asshole, shithead…”

  Jake looked up when Grant came to sit on the couch. “Let me have her legs.” Jake moved her and Grant put her feet on his lap, rubbing soothingly up and down her thighs, murmuring to
her, trying to comfort and settle her.

  She finally wound down, all her energy gone. She slumped against Jake’s chest and closed her eyes, breathing rapidly. “Please let me up,” she cried brokenly, tears running down her cheeks, her face blotchy from screaming and crying.

  Jake felt a wave of tenderness course through him. He nuzzled her hair and rubbed her back. “No, baby, never. We’re going to talk and I’m going to make you understand and realize exactly what you saw in my expression out in the barn. It certainly wasn’t anger toward you.” He ran his hand up and down her spine in a soothing caress. He slowly let go of her hands, expecting her to slap him. When she didn’t, and just stayed limp against him, he grasped her chin and tipped it up so he could see her face. His heart broke at the complete anguish he saw there. It physically hurt him to see her cry.

  He explained. “Did you hear me? I wasn’t mad at you,” he repeated and stopped when she shook her head. His face hardened. “You better learn right now I don’t say anything I don’t mean, and I will never lie to you.” Jake stared at her. “Do you understand me?”

  She nodded slowly but stayed quiet. “Again, I wasn’t mad at you at all. I was mad that you were in a dangerous situation and it scared the shit out of me seeing you be hurt and have it be the second time in a week makes it so much worse. I feel like I’m not doing my job protecting you. If I could, I’d wrap you in cotton so you could never be hurt again. I wanted to fucking kill that bastard for touching you, and I would have if it hadn’t of been for the guys that pulled me off him.”

  She looked at him blankly. Her thoughts were a jumbled heap of crazy and she wasn’t quite grasping all of what he was saying.

  Grants voice said softly, gaining her attention, “Honey, my brother is telling the truth. We would never lie to you.” He lightly rubbed her legs. “Is that the reason you wanted to leave us, you thought Jake was mad at you?” More tears ran down her face, but she stayed silent. Grant’s voice hardened. “Answer me.”

  Sara’s eyes were wide and red as she nodded at him nervously. Her hands tightly gripped one of Jake’s hands but otherwise didn’t move.

  “He’s telling you he isn’t mad at you but was furious that you put yourself in a position to be hurt, and that a man other than us put their hands on you.” He made sure he still had her full attention. He ran his large hand up her thigh, coming very close to the junction of her legs and the moist heat he knew she would release at the slightest touch.

  “So, we’re done talking about you leaving and we’re never going to say that ever again, no matter how mad you get at us. We can work through any problem that comes along. And as far as Gina and the hands go, Gina, we will deal with, but the hands were told on the first day to stay away from you. We were possessive of you even then.” Grant waited for her to say something and when she didn’t, he looked to his brother, a question in his eyes.

  “It’s time,” Jake said simply and rose with her in his arms, ignoring her tensing up and trying to push at him again. She looked over his shoulder to see a grim Grant following closely behind them.

  “Time for what? Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice shaking with nerves, when they started up the stairs

  Jake looked down at her blotchy, tear-stained face. His heart twisted at the acute sadness stamped on her features. He took the steps at a fast pace. “To the master bedroom, and we’re finally going to show you how we feel. There will not be any doubt that you’re ours. Now be a good girl and stop wiggling.”

  “WHAT!” She started wiggling in earnest, scared. She had to remind herself they wouldn’t take her if she said no, would never do anything to hurt her.

  But she needed to feel like she had some control kind of over the situation, to feel more grounded after what happened in the barn. Pictures of that man touching her and hurting her wouldn’t stop bombarding her.

  Jake noticed the look in her eyes and tensed. “Don’t you dare be afraid of us. You have to know we’d never hurt you. I promise, baby, we’ll go slowly and take into consideration what happened to you tonight. If at any time you are scared, we’ll slow down, but I’m warning you, we will be able to tell if you really need to stop. Tonight, we start to learn everything that makes you hot and what makes you come, so don’t plan on stopping us because you’re nervous. If your pussy is still creaming, and we can tell you’re still aroused, that shows us your body wants us and it’s your mind that’s making you pause. That we can overcome.” His tone soothing and heated. “Let’s help each other get the memory of tonight out of our heads.”

  Sara stared at him. She exhaled softly as the restricted band inside her that the terror and heartache had caused, released her. Her whole focus turned to these men, and her world seemed to fill with light and a potent awareness that should have made her nervous, but only made her feel wanted. A quick peek at their expression from under her lashes sent a frenzy of need through her and a shiver of response to race down her spine.

  When Jake stopped, she was startled to see they had reached the bedroom and standing beside the bed. He put her down in the middle and watched and waited for her to run. He needed to get that look off her face before it broke his heart.

  When she didn’t move, and stared wide-eyed at him, he pulled his shirt over his head and unsnapped his jeans. He pushed the jeans and underwear down and off with his boots and socks. Her gaze followed his every move, making him hotter than he already was. Jake took a deep breath. God give me the strength to take this slow, he thought, and make this good for her.

  An involuntary jolt shuddered through her when she felt Grant lie down on her other side completely naked. The heat from his body singed her skin. She didn’t have a chance to move when he leaned over her and started kissing her lips softly, rubbing gently back and forth, giving her time to adjust.

  All thoughts of the barn slowly drifted away and only thoughts of these men and what they were doing to her filled her mind and her senses. She moaned into his mouth, already drowning in their arousal, and lifted her hands to his head to hold him in place, trying to deepen the kiss.

  Grant raised his head, breaking contact with her mouth and smiled down at her. He gripped her hair in his hands to hold her against him. “Oh no, baby. You don’t run this show. Jake and I control this, including you and your responses.” His gaze held hers. He released her hair to encircle each of her hands and raised them over her head, pinning them there. His other hand slid down to the feminine curve of her waist.

  He studied her expressions, to make sure every move they made wasn’t bringing back unpleasant thoughts of what happened earlier in the evening, but all he could see was the haze of passion in her eyes. He lowered his head again starting at her temple, raining kisses down her face until he got to her neck. He bit down gently and smiled when a shiver overtook her.

  She tilted her head away from him to give him better access, her eyes closed and a desperate whimper escaped.

  “Oh, my God,” she moaned when he bit down gently on the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. The overwhelming feeling abolished any negative thoughts besides getting them inside her. Her stomach clenched in need. She started whimpering, her body twisting out of control already and they had barely touched her. She sighed in relief when she felt Jake lie down on her other side and immediately latch onto one of her nipples. “Please,” she begged and tugged on her hands.

  Grant grunted while Jake murmured against her breast, nuzzling her. The bristles of his beard tickled and chafed against her sensitive skin, sending more shivers down her body. “Oh, sweetheart, we’ve only begun.”

  Their hands started roaming over her, learning her body and what aroused her. What made her hot and wet and what made her whimper and groan. Cool air hit her thighs as her skirt was bunched up around her waist. A hand slid slowly down the outside of her leg only to glide up the inside, getting closer to her pussy and the part of her body that ached and cried out for them the most. She couldn’t stay still. Her breasts
felt heavy and her nipples ached so badly she wanted to scream.

  They pulled her shirt over her head, one of them unsnapping her bra and pulling it off at the same time holding her against the softness of the mattress, pressing her hands back down over her head. The other pulled her skirt and panties off in one move, leaving her naked and open to them.

  The heat from their bodies seeped into her exposed skin. Her breaths were coming rapidly. She tried taking some deep breaths, but it didn’t seem to help the feelings engulfing her body and her senses.

  Sara felt a gush of her wetness between her thighs and was embarrassed about the amount of moisture running out of her pussy, wetting the bedding underneath her. She clenched her thighs together to hide the evidence of her desire and to quell some of the pressure building in her pussy.

  Both men immediately noticed and took hold of the thigh closest to them and spread her legs wide and laid them over their hips so they had full access to her entire body. She shifted to slide her legs off their hips.

  “Don’t you fucking move or you’ll be put over one of our laps and a hand blistering your ass a nice deep red. You don’t want that, baby. Not right now. Don’t you want us to love you and make you feel good instead?” Jake waited for her nod. “You’re such a good girl. You want us to fuck you, right?” She nodded again. He smiled his approval. “Hold on to the headboard and do not let go,” Jake said roughly, his voice like gravel.

  “You’re obsessed with spanking me, Jake.” Sara’s voice was breathless, sounding more excited than outraged.

  “We haven’t even started the punishments you’ve racked up, love. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to add to them. There’s a shitload already.” Grant snorted.

  Sara tried to scowl at them, but her eyes closed as a moan spilled from her throat when the men slowly ran their hands up her inner thighs, making them tremble. A large, rough hand cupped her pussy, long fingers slid through the springy hair covering her mound and then separated her wet folds, circling her clit, making it pulse. She threw her head back and arched off the bed. “Oh, my God, oh, my God,” she moaned when the fingers pinched her clit. It shot sparks through her whole body.