Passion, Victoria 12: Jewel of a Jillaroo (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 14

  Finch leaned up and slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her hungrily until she was moaning and shifting restlessly with renewed desire.

  “Please,” she whispered against his mouth.

  Finch drew away and groaned when she spread her legs wide for him and wiggled her hips with an enticing, carnal invitation. He shifted back, sat up on his arse and knees and rubbed the head of his cock through her juices. She mewled when the head of his dick caressed her clit and bowed up until his cock was at her entrance.

  “Now, Finch.”

  “Yes, baby.” He couldn’t deny her anything, not that he wanted to. He needed to feel her hot, wet cunt gripping his aching dick.

  Finch eased into her slowly and nearly laughed when she lifted her legs around his hips and pulled him in deep with the strong muscles. He growled as he sank in to the hilt and closed his eyes as she contracted around him.

  “Finch.”

  He was only vaguely aware of Heath calling his name, but he was too intent on savouring the sensations of being deep inside his woman to answer. He jerked when Heath nudged him and opened his eyes to glare at his brother, but ended up smiling at Jewel when she giggled.

  He’d never heard that sound from her before and vowed to make her laugh as much as he could.

  “Wake up, stupid,” Heath growled.

  “Hey.”

  “Roll the hell over.” Finch looked at his brother and saw how het up he was. His jaw was clenched tight and as he drew his hand back from his arm he saw that Heath was shaking.

  “Hold on to me, baby.”

  Jewel gripped him with her legs and tightened her arms around his neck, and he carefully rolled over until he was lying on the mattress with her on top of him.

  “Get comfortable, baby.” Finch helped Jewel shift until her knees were outside of his hips and her hands were planted on his chest for balance. He widened his legs to give Heath room to move in behind Jewel.

  Finch kneaded Jewel’s breasts and tweaked her nipples while Heath prepared her for his penetration. He knew the moment his brother invaded her arse because she clenched down on him a couple of times and her channel got a hell of a lot tighter.

  He ground his teeth together and tried to think of anything but being buried inside her sweet little cunt, but it was a losing battle. “Hurry up, Heath.”

  “Damn it, Finch. I don’t want to hurt our woman.”

  “You’re not hurting me, Heath.” She groaned as his brother stroked further in to her arse. “Give it all to me.”

  “Oh fuck.” Heath growled and Jewel whimpered.

  Finch hissed as her pussy got tighter still and clamped down around his dick.

  “I’m in.”

  “’Bout fucking time.”

  “Hey,” Jewel said, but before she could say any more, Heath drew back to the tip of his cock, making her gasp with pleasure. As Heath pressed back in, Finch lifted her from his dick, before surging in deep again.

  He and Heath set up a counter-thrusting rhythm until they were both stroking into her arse and pussy, one after the other. Each time Finch slid in deep, she became tauter and her moans became louder. When the heat started tingling at the base of his spine, he knew he was getting close to climax. He met Heath’s gaze and when Heath nodded to him, Finch nodded back.

  Heath gripped her rib cage and Finch clasped her hips. They held her up slightly between them and then began to piston their cocks in and out of her pussy and anus. Jewel moaned and groaned, letting them know she was with them all the way. Finch plucked at a nipple, desperate to send her over the edge before he lost all control.

  Heath must have been having the same problem, because he took over holding Jewel up and said, “Help her over.”

  Finch caressed her belly and then slipped his finger into her folds and began to rub her clitoris. She whimpered and gasped, her nails digging harder into his chest muscles, and she bathed his cock in more of her cream.

  And then she was screaming. Finch watched as Jewel tipped her head back, her mouth half open and the muscles in her face slack as she came. Her whole body shivered and shook as her internal muscles contracted around his cock in a continual cycle as she climaxed.

  “Yes, baby. Come all over me,” Finch rasped, and then he was the one yelling as the heat gripped him by the balls, shooting up his shaft and out of his dick. His cock jerked as semen spewed out deep into Jewel’s body.

  “Fuck!” Heath shouted, and then he was twitching as he reached his peak.

  Jewel slumped down onto his chest as she panted. Heath drooped onto her back with his face buried in her neck. How long they stayed like that could have been minutes or hours, but Finch was content to have his love in his arms, and she was going to have their baby. He couldn’t wait to see her rounded with their child.

  * * * *

  “Shit!” Jewel muttered as she stared at the empty canister where the green tea was normally kept. She’d come in to fix lunch after exercising the horses, and after making up the mountain of sandwiches, covering them and putting them in the fridge, she started on making the drinks. The coffee container was empty, too, and after searching the pantry and finding no more of either drink, she decided she had time to go into Passion to the supermarket.

  Hurrying out to Benjy, she climbed into the driver’s seat and, after stroking his dash, started him up. She smiled at the low rumble of his engine and drove down the drive. She was lucky enough to get a parking space right outside the shop and hurried in to get what she needed. As she was unlocking Benjy, the hair on her nape rose up and a tingle burned the back of her neck. Using the shopfront windows, she glanced about to see if anyone was watching her, but there was no one. At least not that she could see.

  She got into Benjy and backed out of the parking space and headed back home, continually looking in the rear view mirror as the feeling of being watched didn’t dissipate. A dark SUV was behind her by at least half a kilometre, but it didn’t speed up as if trying to catch up to her. When she pulled into the farm driveway, she drove slowly and sighed with relief as the SUV continued on without slowing or stopping. She hurried back inside to brew the coffee and pushed the paranoid feelings aside with a mental laugh.

  * * * *

  Two Days Later

  Jewel was excited about going to the club. Tiffany had told her most of the ménage families frequented the club when they needed a night out. Plus she was looking forward to meeting the other women. She’d really liked Jenna and was curious to meet her husbands, too.

  “Are you ready, sweetheart?” Ash called from the bedroom.

  Jewel gave a last glance in the mirror and shrugged. She didn’t normally wear make-up, but she’d decided on a little mascara and lip gloss. Satisfied with the way she looked, she headed for the bedroom. Her heart stuttered in her chest and her breathing escalated when she saw all four of her men were waiting for her. They were all so handsome and buff, her body responded every damn time. Not that she was complaining, quite the opposite in fact, but if she gave in to her urges, she would spend each and every day in bed without getting anything done.

  “You look amazing, Jewel,” Heath said, and came to kiss her on the cheek.

  “You guys don’t look so bad, either.”

  “We’d better get going or we’re going to be late.” Cal took her hand and started to lead her out.

  “I thought we had plenty of time.”

  “We do,” Ash said as he walked ahead of her.

  Jewel drew in a breath when she saw a large bunch of white roses on the coffee table. They were so beautiful, and she could smell their perfume from where she was.

  “Wow. Who sent the roses?”

  “We don’t know. There was no card.” Finch nudged Cal aside and wrapped his arm around her waist. “We thought you may have an idea.”

  “I don’t know anyone.” Jewel frowned as she stared at the roses and shivered.

  Her first thought was of Reilly, but he couldn’t possibly have sent them since he was st
ill in prison and wouldn’t have the chance of getting out for at least another week or two. Nor could he have found where she was. The tension which had invaded her muscles dissipated.

  “They are probably for one or all of you guys. You could have a secret admirer.” Her heart clutched with jealousy but she pushed the envy aside. She had no reason to be jealous. They showed and told her they loved her often and was secure in the knowledge that they wouldn’t do anything to betray her trust. She felt a little sorry for the woman who had sent her guys the flowers because she didn’t have a hope in hell of attracting their attention. She hoped whoever she was didn’t end up broken hearted, though.

  “A possibility,” Heath acknowledged. “But flowers? For a guy, or guys?”

  “Why not?” she asked. “We are living in an era of equality.”

  “You’re right, sweetheart,” Ash said. “I hadn’t even thought of that. Come on. Let’s get to the club. I’m hungry.”

  “Me too.” Jewel smiled and let her men lead her out.

  Jewel glanced about as they entered the club. The place was packed, and most of the tables and booths were occupied. There was a stage, and a band was setting up their equipment, and in front of the stage was a dance floor. On the right far side was a long bar, and there were a lot of guys leaning against it, talking. One man in the corner of the bar close to the wall caught her eye because he seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place him. He had an Akubra low on his head and although there was a mirror behind the bar the hat was shadowing his face. She looked away with a mental shrug and pushed him from her thoughts since she hadn’t met any men in this town besides Matt and Todd and put it down to déjà vu or the doppelganger effect.

  “This way, honey.” Heath wrapped his arms around her shoulders and guided her to a large booth on the outside of the dance floor.

  “You made it,” Tiffany said exuberantly, making Jewel smile.

  “Hi Tiff. Guys,” Jewel greeted.

  Heath slid into the U-shaped booth and tugged her down beside him. Cal sat next to her, and Ash and Finch sat opposite.

  “I can’t believe how popular this place is.”

  “The owners, Simone, Sam, Connor and Griffith Ramsey were married about three years ago,” Matt explained. “Connor runs the bar while Sam and Griffith take care of the farm.”

  “Molly!” Tiffany called out.

  Jewel turned to see a nice-looking woman walking toward them with two men at her sides, and again she was introduced to another polyandrous family, Molly, Giles and Steven Blaze.

  They ordered drinks and food when the waitress came over, and as Jewel took a sip of her orange juice, she noticed Jenna in the booth in front of them. She waved and smiled and introduced her husbands, Dach, Dallas, and Desmond King.

  When the food arrived, they all tucked in and Jewel moaned at her first taste of the surf-and-turf she’d ordered. She loved the combination of rump steak stuffed with seafood and a creamy sauce with the vegetables. As they finished eating, the band started playing and Jewel tapped her foot in time to the beat.

  “They’re good, aren’t they?” Tiff yelled across the table.

  Jewel nodded and smiled and then nudged Cal’s arm.

  “What’s wrong, darlin’?” he asked close to her ear.

  “Can you please let me out? I need to use the restroom.”

  Cal got up and then helped her out of the booth and pointed her in the right direction. Jewel moved through the tables and people and then walked toward the corridor near the end of the bar.

  After using the facilities, she washed her hands and headed back to the table. She’d just exited the restroom and was about to turn, but a hard hand clamped over her mouth and a muscular arm snagged her around the waist and began to pull her backward.

  Jewel’s scream was muffled, but she kicked back as her feet were lifted from the floor, and thrashed as hard as she could to get free. But whoever had her was strong, and she couldn’t break their hold. She reached up and back trying to get to his eyes and claw them out, but he must have turned his head to the side because all she felt was hair and his ear. She grabbed hold of his ear and pulled as hard as she could, and just as she thought she was going to get free, his arm dropped from around her waist and a hard fist connected with the side of her jaw.

  Jewel groaned as pain exploded up from her jaw and into her head until she saw stars. She inhaled and tried to shake off the fuzziness, but it didn’t work, and she could feel herself falling as unconsciousness beckoned. Her knees hit the floor and then she was being lifted and flung over a broad shoulder. The breath whooshed from her lungs and darkness assailed her.

  She felt a breeze and a loud bang as if a door had slammed closed, and then she knew no more.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Where did Jewel go?” Ash asked Cal as he glanced about.

  “To the bathroom,” Cal answered as he looked at his watch.

  “She’s been gone awhile.” Heath nudged Cal.

  “Too long,” Finch said and he stood up.

  Ash, Cal and Heath all slid from the booth and headed toward the hallway where the restrooms were.

  “Hey guys. Wait for me,” Tiffany called as she followed them. “You can’t go into the ladies’ room.”

  “Yes, we can,” Ash said as he hurried down the hall.

  “Let me go in first,” Tiff said as she moved around Ash and pushed against his chest.

  “Okay, but hurry up. I have a bad feeling in my gut.”

  “You too?” Cal asked with a frown.

  “Yeah. I don’t like this.” Heath moved to Ash’s side.

  “Me either,” Finch said as he leaned against the wall outside the ladies’ room and crossed his arms over his chest.

  Ash watched the door Tiffany had disappeared into, and although he wanted to slam his way into the bathroom, he held back. He didn’t want to startle or scare any other women if they were in there.

  Tiffany came back out and was shaking her head and looking pale. “She’s not in there.”

  “What?” Ash roared, and the knot of dread in his gut got bigger.

  “What’s going on?” Matt asked as he and Todd stopped close by.

  “Jewel’s missing.”

  “Did you guys piss her off?” Todd smirked.

  “No!” Cal almost shouted his reply.

  “Fuck!” Ash ran his fingers through his hair. “We have to fucking find her. She’s pregnant with our baby.”

  “Oh, wow,” Tiffany said, but the smile which had formed on her face turned to worry. “But where would she go? Why would she just leave like that without telling you where she was going?”

  “She couldn’t have gone far,” Finch said as he pushed off from the wall. “She was enjoying the music.”

  “She asked me if I would dance with her,” Heath explained.

  “Let’s go ask Connor to see the security tapes,” Cal said.

  “Good idea.” Ash spun around and headed to the bar where Connor was working and pushed his way through to the front.

  “Connor, we need to talk to you in your office.”

  Connor frowned, but nodded and then went to speak to his bar staff. He pointed toward the hallway and his office.

  Ash and his brothers, as well as Tiffany and her men, hurried toward Connor’s office.

  “What’s up?” He asked as they all entered.

  “Our woman’s missing,” Ash snapped and then took a deep breath to try and temper his voice.

  “The woman you came in with?” Connor asked.

  “Yes,” Cal answered. “We have to find her, mate. She’s pregnant with our baby.”

  “Where did you see her last?”

  “She was heading to the restroom. Can you check your security tapes?” Cal asked.

  “Okay.”

  Connor moved to his desk and his computer. He tapped away at the keyboard and then pointed toward the large-screen TV on the far wall.

  They all turned and watched the monitor as Conn
er rewound the footage until Ash saw Jewel walking down the hall toward the ladies’ room.

  “There she is,” Heath said and pointed to Jewel.

  Connor pushed play and they watched the screen until Jewel stepped out of the bathroom. All four of them cursed and growled when they saw a man with an Akubra pulled low on his head come at her from behind. Even though she fought the fucker, the bastard was a lot bigger and stronger than their woman. She didn’t stand a chance.

  Fear and rage warred within him when the motherfucker punched her in the jaw, rendering her senseless.

  Ash’s heart pounded in his chest with fear as he watched the unknown assailant sling Jewel over his shoulder and out the exit door at the end of the hall.

  “Fuck!” Cal snarled.

  “Do you know who that arsehole is?” Finch snapped.

  “No,” Connor replied. “He’s been in here a couple of times with a mate, but I’d never seen them before that.”

  “Do you have cameras out back?” Heath asked.

  “Yeah.” Connor began tapping away at his keyboard, and moments, later the camera feed for the rear of the building showed on the large TV screen.

  “Can you zoom in on the number plate?” Ash asked and held his breath while Connor worked.

  “Got it,” Connor said, and reached for the phone to call the police. “Noah, its Connor. Can you run a registration check for me? We have a situation. A woman’s been kidnapped from the club.”

  Ash paced while Connor explained what had gone down and hoped like hell the cops could get a name for that car. He nearly sagged with relief when Connor gave them the thumbs up.

  “Yeah, that would be great. We’ll see you in a few.” Connor disconnected the call.

  “Noah, Zach and Tom will be here ASAP. The last known address for the SUV owner was a cattle station about three hours out of Alice Springs. He was going to call the owners to get the lowdown on one Kenny Schneider.”

  “Damn it to fucking hell,” Cal snarled.

  “What?” Connor asked with a frown.

  “I think the owner of the SUV is probably buddies with the man who beat and tried to rape Jewel. She was working on a cattle station outside of Alice Springs. The fucker was charged and sentenced to three months in prison.” Finch slammed his fist onto Connor’s desk. “Sorry,” he said and spun on his heel and moved toward the door. He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.