An Education for Amy [Men of Kinsey 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (3 page)

“I am not going to your ranch, and that is final.” And she stomped her foot like a five-year-old and headed for the door again.

Adam got to her first this time but quickly passed her off to Ethan while he and Jordon gathered everything together to leave.

Ethan hauled Amy over his shoulder as she kicked and screamed, calling them likely every name she could think of and even a few that she’d probably made up.

“Keep it up, little bit, just keep it up. You’ve already earned a good spanking when we get to the ranch, so unless you want a really red ass, I suggest you settle down,” Ethan said as he rubbed his hand back and forth over her upturned ass. He couldn’t wait to get her to the house. Since coming back from Afghanistan a year ago, he hadn’t had any real zest for life. He’d seen too much over there. But since meeting Amy, his outlook had improved remarkably, but he also found he was a walking hard-on when she was around. He and his brothers didn’t want any other sub, they only wanted her. They just had to convince her they’re what she needed as well. He just hoped that Jasper, the jackass, decided to come after them instead of her. He had met Jasper a time or two years ago, years before he even knew Amy existed. He’d thought then that Jasper thought a little too much of himself because he was the mayor’s son. Now he wished he would have beaten the little shit to a pulp earlier. Maybe it would have deterred him from beating on women. As long as Amy was with them, they could keep her safe. She just had to let them do it.

* * * *

Amy couldn’t believe the position she now found herself in. Ass end up over Ethan’s shoulder and heading out into the club. They were acting like Neanderthals, and she couldn’t believe that she actually…liked it. Their strength and forcefulness made her body come alive, and the feel of Ethan’s hand on her butt was really a turn-on. It was so embarrassing, though. She held her head down as Ethan carried her through the club to catcalls and whistles. She was going to get them for this. That was a promise. How dare they do this to her? She worked there. Those people knew her. She was never going to live this down.

She was a bedroom submissive, and that was all. In the rest of her life, she could take care of herself and had learned to stand up to any man. But Ethan, Adam, and Jordon were of a different caliber all together. She didn’t seem to be able to deny them much of anything, and that was going to be a big problem. Amy wouldn’t allow any man to dominate her life again the way Jasper had. She knew that they would never hurt her physically, but when it came to her heart, they could destroy her.

Once they were all outside, Ethan put her back on her feet beside their truck. Quickly she tried to scramble away back toward the club entrance, but Adam was there to grab her. He picked her up and placed her on the front seat after Jordon had opened the door. After sliding her into the middle of the front bench seat, he made sure she was buckled in good and then climbed in beside her. Ethan climbed into the driver seat, and Amy watched as Jordon mounted his Harley and headed out ahead of them. Riding sandwiched between Adam and Ethan wasn’t as unpleasant as she had hoped it would be. Both men smelled incredible, and their scents permeated the inside of the truck. Sighing, she settled back and accepted her fate, at least for now. Once she was at the ranch, she was going to find a way to get back into town. Even though the idea of being on the ranch with these men intrigued her more and more, she would never take Jasper or his threats lightly again. She’d made that mistake once, and it had almost cost her her life. The memory of that last night flooded her mind.

“You bitch,” he had said to her as he slapped her across the mouth. Amy hadn’t looked through the peep hole before opening the door, and that’s what waited for her when she did. Falling back onto the carpet, Jasper had come into her apartment, closed the door, and immediately started kicking her anywhere he could land a blow. Her ribs, her face, her back, he didn’t seem to care where he hurt her at this point just so long as she felt every blow.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find you? I just spent the last three days in jail with the scum of the earth because you had to go and call the cops.” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the bedroom. “I’ll show you just what happens to my property when they step out of line.” Amy knew if she didn’t start fighting that he would eventually kill her. Kicking and screaming, she could hear him laughing as he pushed her to the bed and jumped on top of her. “Go ahead and scream, you little whore. No one gives a shit about you.” Thank God Mrs. Gentry across the hall had heard Jasper when he came in and called the police right away. Amy could hear them break down her door as Jasper jumped up off her, his hands up and a huge smile on his face. “We were just having us some fun, boys. No need for the guns. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Jasper went to pull her up beside him, and she screamed in pain. He’d broken her arm.

“Get this piece of shit out of my house, officers. He broke in here and assaulted me, and if you hadn’t have shown up, he would have raped me!” she screamed.

“Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?” Amy could hear Jasper yelling as they cuffed his hands behind his back. Turning to her before he left, he snarled, “This isn’t over, you little bitch. You belong to me, and I’ll never let you go.” As the officers took him out of the apartment, “accidently” banging his head against the door frame, Amy fell to the floor and passed out.

She woke up two days later in the hospital. The docs fixed her up, and she was able to go home a few days later. She called Ryder and told him that a relative had passed away and she needed to take a few weeks off. Amy felt awful lying to him, but there was no way she could go into work with a cast on her arm and all these bruises.

Six weeks later, cast off, and only a few remaining bruises, which were now just an ugly yellow, Amy returned to work. She should have known her bosses would know what was up right away. Pulling her into the office they got her to tell them everything that had happened.

* * * *

Amy looked like she was about to be sick. Even in the darkness of the truck cab, Adam could see that her face had gone deathly pale.

“Breathe, baby,” he crooned and placed his arm around her shoulder. He could feel her shaking. “We promise we won’t ever hurt you. If you trust us on nothing else, trust us on that,” he whispered.

She burst into tears. Oh, damn it to hell, Adam thought. He could handle anything, anything at all, except seeing Amy’s tears.

“Little bit, don’t be afraid of us, please!” Ethan sounded almost as if he were begging.

Laughing through her tears, she smiled weakly and said, “I’m not crying because I’m afraid of any of you. I know you would never hurt me. I was just remembering my last meeting with Jasper.”

“Do you want to tell us about it?” Adam asked gently.

“No, it’s just that, after the last beating, I thought for sure he would spend at least twenty years in prison. The doctors had taken pictures, and there were witnesses to his threats, but the Crown Counsel said that they lost the pictures and that the witnesses wouldn’t testify, so they let him go. Then a couple of years later, when some of the women in town had the same problem with the Crown Counsel, Ryder looked into his history and found out that he wasn’t prosecuting abuse cases. When he was confronted about it, he backed down and started finally doing his job, but by then, it was too late to prosecute Jasper for anything more than a misdemeanor assault. That’s why he spent so little time in jail.”

Amy took the tissue that Adam handed her, wiping her face and blowing her nose.

“He’s always said that I was his property and that he would ‘train’ me properly to service him.” Adam felt her shiver and unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her onto his lap. Stroking up and down her naked thigh, he quietly said, “We will always keep you safe, baby girl. That fucker is never going to lay another finger on you.” Adam’s hand moved up over the little skirt that she wore when she was at the club. His other arm moved around behind her back, and he reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling gently back on it, exposing her neck to his awaiting lips. He kissed up the side until he came to her earlobe and gently bit down.

Amy sucked in a breath and turned her head to meet his lips. Adam lifted and turned her so that she straddled his lap, her fingers automatically digging into his long hair as she grabbed a handful.

“Easy, little bit, you already earned a spanking. Now, hands behind your back for me.”

“Fuck, Adam, you can’t take her here,” Ethan growled at him.

“Oh, I don’t plan to fuck her yet. I’m just gonna make sure she knows who’s in control right now.” Reaching above them he turned on the small cab light.

“Mmm, baby, with your arms back like that, your beautiful breasts push right up against me, and I can feel how hard your little nipples are.” Slowly he worked the buttons on her shirt loose and opened it to their gazes. Ethan sucked in a breath. She was wearing a purple lacy bra.

“Goddamn, woman, tell me you have a matching thong on!”

Smiling, Amy leaned forward a little so that Ethan could reach across and lift her skirt to see for himself. And she did.

“Watch the fucking road, Ethan.” Adam laughed. “You’re gonna put us in a ditch.”

Adam smiled when he heard his brother murmuring something about lucky shit and next time Jordon could drive.

“Little bit, when we get you home, you are gonna learn just what it means to be our woman.” Slowly, he kissed his way across the top of her breasts, pulling the shoulders of her blouse down to keep her arms trapped.

Ethan groaned when Adam released the front clasp of her bra. The cups caught and held on to Amy’s hardened nipples.

“Keep your arms exactly in the position they’re in, baby. I want to see how you react to certain stimuli.” Pushing her back slightly, he shoved the bra out of his way as he lowered his mouth to engulf her breast. In that one moment, he knew she was perfect for them. Her back arched to push her breast deeper into his mouth. As his tongue bathed her nipple, she started to shake in his arms. Against her neck, he breathed, “You are so responsive, baby girl. We are going to have such fun playing with you.”

Adam felt the truck slow into the turn to the ranch and knew that they would be home in minutes. Licking down her neck to between her breasts, he refastened her bra and shirt saying, “We don’t need to take a chance of our hands seeing our girl. Your body is for us to see only, isn’t it, baby?”

“Yes, sir!” Amy answered.

They pulled up in front of a beautiful, three-story castle. That was the only way she could describe it. The area was lit up very well, so Amy could see almost everything in the front. The entrance to the house sat between four white pillars which seemed to hold up the balcony for the master bedroom. On either side were two huge bay windows that sat at the base of two towers going up all three floors. The third floor windows were set out and seemed to come from the attic. It was a spectacular sight and should have been completely out of place, but it seemed to blend so well with the surrounding acreage.

Adam climbed out of the truck with her still in his arms and set her on her feet. Jordon strode forward only to dip his shoulder into her tummy and lift her over his shoulder.

What was it with these men and their need to throw her over their shoulders all the time? She could hear both Ethan and Adam laughing behind her as Jordon strode into the house, punching in the security code as he went.

Once they were all inside, Ethan reset the alarm and started turning on some of the small lights around the room. Jordon strode over to one of the couches and gently placed her down on it.

“Stay right there, baby. If you move, I’m going to spank your ass,” he groused. “I’ve just spent the last forty-five minutes riding my bike with the hard-on from hell, while my brothers, I’m sure, spent time playing with you in the truck, and from the looks of you, you seemed to enjoy it. I want us to all sit and talk before anything else happens between us.” By that time, Adam and Ethan had come in and settled on two of the comfy looking chairs that faced the couch.

Amy had never felt more vulnerable than at that moment. Three of the most delicious looking men were sitting there staring at her. Talk about feeling under the microscope. The way they all looked at her, she was tempted to find a mirror to see if she had something on her face.

“Will you all please stop staring at me…sirs?” Amy hadn’t been addressing them properly because of her anger, and she knew that was going to get her at least a couple of good swats to her ass. At the thought, her panties grew wetter.

* * * *

Jordon paced the room behind where his brothers sat, trying to get his body under control. He knew his brothers had spent at least some of the ride home playing with Amy. Her lips were swollen, her shirt was done up completely wrong, and the look on her face was one of sexual frustration. They may have been playing with her, but they hadn’t given her any relief from it.

“I think for tonight we all need to get some sleep, and you all need to seriously rethink this whole idea,” Amy said.

“We don’t need to rethink anything, baby girl. We’ve known we wanted you from the moment we saw you. The more we’ve gotten to know you over these past few months only cemented the fact.” Having grabbed a little more control, Jordon came and sat beside her, lifting her onto his lap.