One for Three [Elite Dragons 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “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.

  Chapter Eight

  “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.

  “Yeah?”

  He recognized the voice on the other end as their stud foreman’s. “Can I get you out here in the barn? I’ve got some stallions with some GI trouble. I’ve called the vet. It might be serious.”

  “Shit.” Coulter spared a glance for the work spread out on his desk, but the stud farm required his attention, too. “Okay, I’m on my way.”

  Coulter headed out quickly. The last thing they needed was to have sick animals on their hands.

  Coulter walked into the interior of the stables and rushed to his foreman, Jason Pi
ke, down the opposite end. As he drew near, a woman stood up from where she had been crouching at the end of a stall. He recognized Katlynn without surprise. She’d been hanging around the stables lately.

  “What have we got?” he asked.

  “It looks like they were given contaminated food. Colic would be my guess,” Jason informed him.

  Jason had been working for Coulter for over five years and the man had been invaluable to him with his knowledge of horses. He and his brothers had spent a lot of time picking Pike’s brains so they knew the ins and outs of running the stud. The only thing to be said against the man was that he could be cold. Coulter had the sense that Pike didn’t like him or Trace or Corbin these days. He could never pinpoint anything the man said, but there was something in his eyes.

  On the other hand, Pike had never done the smallest thing to earn Coulter’s distrust. Up until a couple of weeks ago, Coulter would have just supposed Pike to be an unfeeling person. Then Katlynn had shown up.

  This wasn’t the first time Coulter had seen the two of them together. He wondered if a relationship was blooming between the pair. Why they were trying to hide the fact they had feelings for each other was beyond him. Though they were often spotted together, neither would admit to any interest in the other. That was cold comfort for the Healy brothers, who had had their eye on Katlynn since her arrival. Coulter didn’t like jealousy between members of his team and the farm hands, but there was nothing he could do about the situation. If Katlynn wasn’t interested in the Healys, he couldn’t make her change her mind.

  “Have they tried to stand?” Coulter asked, turning his attention to the sick horses.

  “Yeah, a couple of times,” Jason replied. He was looking down the stalls again. “Here come your brothers.”

  Corbin and Trace were walking down the row, snow still clinging to their boots. Frowning, Coulter turned back to Jason. “You called all three of us?”

  Jason shrugged. “Colic is serious, boss. You’re the ones who want to run this place.”

  His shrug was casual, but there was something in his tone that Coulter disliked. But he was right about the horses, so Coulter put his puzzlement aside.

  “Okay, let’s see if we can get them both up. Get someone to cheek their food,” Coulter demanded as he strode toward the small office in the barn to see where the vet was.

  As he walked out of the office again, he found Katlynn and Jason arguing. The spitfire shoved Pike in the chest and stormed off. His foreman turned toward him and noticed him watching. The look in Pike’s eyes made chills run up and down his spine, but he put it down to a lovers’ quarrel and went back to tend to his sick horses as Jason slammed out of the building.

  * * * *

  “Do you know what’s happening, Martha?” Brooke asked. “I heard Coulter slam out the door like the fires of hell were at his heels.”

  “No, I don’t. Maybe he has a problem with the horses.”

  “Hmm. I think I’ll go and see. Do you need help at the moment?”

  “No, we’re fine, love. Go on with you,” Martha urged with a smile.

  Brooke hurried to the mudroom, took a thick coat from the rack, pulled it on, and zipped it up. She grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around her neck, slid her feet into Martha’s wool-lined boots, and went out. She was halfway across the yard when she heard the other women calling to her. She turned around and waited for Janie and Alicia to catch up.

  “What’s going on?” Janie asked.

  “I think they have sick horses, but I don’t know for sure. Did the others go the stable as well?” Brooke asked, looking around. She had a bad feeling. The hair on her nape was standing on end. She couldn’t see anyone around, and that was unusual for this time of day. There was always someone coming or going from one building to another. She shivered as apprehension ran up and down her spine. A cold sweat broke out over her skin.

  “I don’t like this,” Brooke stated. “Something isn’t right.”

  The two women moved in closer to where Brooke stood in the middle of the yard. She felt so exposed and decided they all should go back inside.

  “Come on. Let’s go back inside,” Brooke suggested and began to walk back to the house. The others turned to follow. They were almost to the end of the house when Brooke saw movement from the corner of her eye. Metal flashed in the winter sunshine, and Brooke shouted to the other women.

  “Run,” she screamed and turned toward the porch steps. The other women fled, racing across the snow-covered ground. Brooke had taken no more than two steps, but skidded on a patch of unseen ice. She went down before she could regain her balance. She pushed to her hands and knees, but didn’t quite make it back up. A hand in her hair tugged and pulled her to her feet.

  “Don’t make a sound or I’ll kill you now. Move!” the man said and tugged her hair. He let go of her hair and grabbed her hand in a steely grip. She looked up at him and could see the evil in his eyes. He pulled her into a run, and they were amongst the trees moments later. She wanted to scratch his eyes out and hit him, but she had seen the gun in his other hand and his icy determination hinted that he would not hesitate to shoot her for any offense

  Brooke was having trouble keeping up with him. The snow was thigh-deep in places. She shivered as the cold, wet snow penetrated her denim jeans but was thankful she had on Martha’s warm boots. At least her feet would stay warm and dry.

  “You won’t get away with this,” Brooke gasped breathlessly. “They’ll track you down and kill you.”

  “We’ll be long gone by then, Brooke. They’re too busy with their sick horses.”

  “The others saw you. The probably already know you’re here.”

  “Shut the fuck up, you bitch,” he spat out.

  “Why? Are you scared? You should be, you know. You’re a dead man,” Brooke goaded.

  Brooke grunted when he slammed his fist into the side of her head. Pain exploded through her skull, and she stumbled. The grip he had on her was too firm, and when he pulled hard to prevent her fall, it felt like he had wrenched her shoulder from its socket. She cried out with pain, but regained her balance a moment later. Her face suddenly felt sticky, and she realized his blow had torn open her skin. Her head ached abominably, and her eyesight was getting blurry.

  She had no idea how long they had been moving. She wondered how far this forest went on and where the men were. Surely the other women had notified them of her predicament. Brooke bit her lip. What if they hadn’t? What if the others were too scared to do anything? No. Martha would have been on the phone in a snap if the other women told her what was going on. She knew her men were probably tracking them right now. They would have had to gear up so they could come after her. They were probably only a few minutes behind. It was up to Brooke to try to slow them down so her men and the others could catch up.

  Brooke listened for signs of movement behind them, but the silence was nearly deafening. The snow on the ground muffled sound, and even though that was an advantage for Coulter, Trace, Corbin, and the others, she felt as if she were in this alone. The man who had a hard grip around her wrist wasn’t as tall or muscular as her men, so maybe she could get out of the situation by herself.

  She deliberately stumbled and used her body weight to try to pull him down with her. He hesitated as she fell to her knees in the snow, but he didn’t let go. She turned her head slightly and watched him lean down from beneath her eyelashes. As he came closer, Brooke slammed her elbow into his face. He let her go and howled, holding on to his nose as blood oozed from his nostrils.

  “You fucking bitch,” he snarled and raised his arm.

  Brooke stared down the barrel of a silver gun and waited for the explosion and pain. The explosion came, but the pain didn’t. She watched as if in slow motion as the strange man clutched at his chest and toppled over. Blood began to bloom through his jacket and seep slowly onto the white, pristine snow. She looked up and saw that she was surrounded. The members of the Elite Dragons Special Forces c
ame out of the trees.

  She was numb and couldn’t seem to move. Her body wasn’t cooperating with her brain. She slumped down onto her ass and shivered. Her eyes connected with Coulter, Trace, and Corbin as they rushed forward, and she began to shake even harder. Tears were coursing down her cheeks, but she couldn’t stop them. Her tears went from warm to cold on her skin before they were halfway down her cheeks. Coulter got to her first, and she sobbed and clung to him.

  “Shh, baby. It’s all right. You’re safe now,” Coulter rasped.

  The next moment she was surrounded by the Thornell brothers’ big bodies and their heat. Her arms were weak and her teeth were chattering from the force of her violent shivering. Coulter lifted her up into his arms and held her firmly against his chest. He began walking, and she knew she was safe once more.

  “I’m so proud of you, darlin’,” Trace stated. “You didn’t let him take you without a fight.”

  Brooke tried to stop the near convulsions brought on by the cold, but the effort only caused her to shake more.

  “Brooke, you’re okay, honey. We’ll have you back inside and warm again in no time,” Corbin said.

  Brooke couldn’t answer. She rested her head onto Coulter’s shoulder and gave into the adrenaline racing through her veins. It emerged as great wrenching cries, which she didn’t even try to contain. Coulter hugged her even tighter, and moments later he walked through the back door into the mudroom. He didn’t stop until he had carried her into their bedroom. He sat with her on the side of the bed, and the three men began to remove her clothes.

  “Wh−what are y−you do−doing?” she asked.

  “We need to get these wet jeans off you, baby, and get you warmed up,” Coulter replied.

  Brooke let them strip her down, and then Coulter passed her over to Trace. His warm skin touched hers, and she noticed he was as naked as she was. He carried her into the bathroom and stepped into the warm water of the shower. One of the men must have started the water without her being aware of it. She moaned as warmth penetrated her cold body and clung to Trace while he held her in his arms. Her shaking slowed and finally ceased. She sighed as the last of her tension and tears diminished and finally stopped.