Jedidiah: Dragon’s Savior – Ménage Erotic Fantasy (Dragon's Savior Book 2) (7 page)

“Come to me, Zak.”

He moved against her hand, and she felt her breath catch. He was pulling from Jed. His dragon was moving from Jed’s body to move over hers physically. When he had her laid back over the seat, his naked body rocking into hers, she felt Jed pull her legs apart as he told her to undress.

Naked now, Jed slid his fingers into her pussy and she rode him. Zak, his human body now sitting on the floorboard, was suckling at her breasts and pulling hard on her nipples. She was so close to coming that she curled her fingers in his hair to hold him to her as she watched Jed fuck her with his fingers.

“I’d like nothing more than to take you on my lap and let you fuck me.” Suddenly, she found herself in Jed’s lap and Zak sitting by her. When she was lifted up, Jed moved to the center of the seat and sucked her breasts while she was moved around to face him. Coming down on his cock had her moaning, especially as she watched Zak fist himself.

“When he comes in you, I’m going to pull you down on me to take my share of you.” Nodding, she watched Zak’s cock get wetter and wetter and licked her lips. “If you keep looking at me like that, love, I’m going to come all over the two of you.”

“Yes.” She rode Jed, who was feasting on her breasts like he was a starved man. When she moved closer to him, her clit touching his hard belly just above his cock, Zak leaned back on the seat and she wrapped her hand around him. “Come for me, Jed. Come now.”

Even as her body exploded around Jed, she felt his hands dig deep into her hips, holding her hard against him as he came with her. Looking at her mate, Zak still held his cock, and as soon as Jed let her go, she pulled her hand from Zak’s cock and leaned over him, while still astride Jed, and took Zak into her mouth. In seconds he was coming too, his body nearly up off the seat as he held her mouth over him.

His cum was hot, and he fucked her mouth hard. Jed pressed hard against her clit and she came again, screaming out her release around Zak’s cock. Jed was fucking her again with his fingers, hard and fast, while she sucked Zak’s cock, and she felt her body gearing up for another climax. This time when she was moved, it was to sit on Zak’s cock while he still sat over the seat.

Her body was touched both in the front by Zak and behind by Jed. He lifted her breasts for Zak to taste. He pulled at her nipples hard as he rolled them in his fingers. Zak helped her rock over him, his hands pulling her up and down as she rode him. When teeth grazed her neck, Lindsey leaned her head to the side to give Jed whatever he needed, and when he bit her, his cum splashed against her back as he came. Zak, biting into her breast, had her holding onto him because she knew that she was close to coming apart. When he sucked hard at her nipple, Lindsey screamed as the world around her seemed to just blink out.

When she woke, Lindsey found herself being cradled in Zak’s arms as Jed drove the car. As she sat up Jed winked at her, and she felt her body heat up again. It really didn’t take much for her to want them again, and that embarrassed her slightly. After she pulled on clothing, she sat between Jed and Zak and tried to think of something to say. It was Zak that helped her out.

“You have a mark. We found it while you were napping.” Her face heated more. “You look so adorable when you’re embarrassed. But as for the mark, it’s under your arm, here.”

He showed her the mark. It was indeed under her left arm and had so much detail, it looked like someone had printed it on her. The rearview mirror was adjusted so she could get a better look at it, and she wondered how long it had been there.

“We’ve never seen it before now.” She told Jed she’d not seen it either. “Then we can only assume that you got it when we all came together, or when you were in the cave. I don’t know if anyone told you or not, but we found you in the cave that Zak’s mother died in. I’m pretty sure that she’s given you this ability.”

“I think I heard her.” Lindsey tried to remember what she’d said. “Something about a gift. She said for me to take it.”

“My mom.” She looked at Zak. “I think she was giving you the ability to talk to the dragons so that we could help them. We were told that there were more coming. And we’re pretty sure that you’re guiding them here. We have to keep you safer now. Anyone that finds out about this talent of yours will take you to bring the dragons to them through you. Including us.”

“So now I can talk to and understand the other dragons. Do you think they’ll all be as nice as the one that came today with his mate?” Neither of them knew. “More than likely not. It’s been my experience that people—and I would think dragons are within that group—are only nice when they want something. You and your family are the exception to that rule, but I bet that not many more are.”

“So long as you’re with us, we’ll make sure that you are treated well and that you have all that you need.” Lindsey thought of her dreams of lots of hot food and a warm bed, and realized she had more than she’d ever had in her life. Actually, more than she had ever dreamed of having with the love of these two.

“I really don’t care if people are nice or good to me. I have all I need and then some. And if I have to kick some ass, I really think I could do that now. All by myself.” She looked at Jed when he laughed. “You don’t think I can?”

“I was thinking that if Cox were to try and take you now, the man would shit himself. You are not the same person you were a few days ago. And in a few more, you’re going to be amazing, more so than you are right now.” Thinking it was a strange compliment, she accepted it anyway. Looking at Zak, she realized he was laughing, too, and then pulled her to him and kissed her.

“I don’t care if you can or can’t kick ass. Today is the first day in my whole life that I’m going to the city as a man, and you did that for me. I will be your slave for the rest of my life.” He pulled her onto his lap again and rocked upward, his hard cock pressing against her ass. “And if you let me fuck you while we’re here, I’ll happily die a sated man.”

“You two are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And getting to be fucked by you two makes my life complete.” Lindsey stretched, making sure that her ass pressed against him while she did so. “And if you make me come a lot while we’re here, I might join you in the afterlife as a sated woman.”

“Christ, how soon before we get to your house?” Zak cupped her pussy. “I could bring you now and you’d be able to wait, right?”

She didn’t care how many times they brought her, she was never going to get enough, she thought. As he played with her pussy, bringing her close to the edge, then backing off, she knew as soon as they got to where they were going she was going to make him pay. Make them both pay.

Picking up her gift, she opened it and looked at the things inside. Zak offered his lap up as a table, and she poured it out. Not only were there about a dozen gems (she’d bet anything they were diamonds), but also a small scale that she was sure must be a part of the big dragon. Her body heated again as soon as she held it in her hand, and she felt a need so powerful that she had Jed not just pull over, but drive deep into the woods. She needed to be fucked right now. Almost as soon as he turned off the truck, she was pulling at her clothing. And the moment she was naked, Lindsey begged—no,
commanded—
them to fuck her. Nothing else mattered but them and their cocks. Lindsey thought that something was seriously wrong with her as she screamed out her release. Very seriously wrong with her.

Chapter 7

Brandon tried to keep his story straight. He’d been surprised to find the car in the drive when he’d come back from his errands, and more so when the big man stepped in front of him when he started to turn around and run off until whoever it was left. Instead he found himself standing in the hot sun answering questions that he didn’t want to answer.

“So you knew that you had to pay a stipend each year, but you refused to pay it.” Brandon nodded, then shook his head. “Which is it, Mr. Cox? Yes or no? Did you know about the payment? And you refused to pay it?”

“I knew about the money, but I never had it to spare. I knew about it, but didn’t refuse to pay it. There is a difference, you know.” The man told him again how much he would have had to save a week to make the payment. “I didn’t have the ten cents. I just told you that.”

“You didn’t have ten cents to put back, yet here you are with an empty fifty-two inch plasma television box in front of your house. And that box? It looks brand new, Mr. Cox.” Brandon looked down the road at the box. He’d used one of the credit cards that was in his stash, but didn’t think the man would appreciate knowing where he got the money. “Not to mention, it looks to me like you have on a new shirt and pants too. The tags are still on them.”

“It was on sale.” Lame. Lame. Lame. He knew that even before the man started to laugh. As he jerked off the tags of the new clothing, he felt his temper spin out of control. “You have no right to be on my property. I would very much like for you to leave me alone and not return.”

“Can’t do that. I have to serve you.” Now this sounded more like it. But when he was shoved an envelope at his chest, Brandon had no choice but to take it. “Mr. Cox, you have thirty days to leave the premises. And if you are not vacated at the end of that time, the police will come in and remove you. And if they do, your television will be taken as collateral.”

“Collateral for what?” The man just laughed at him as he made his way back to his car. “I asked you a question. What does my television have to do with this?”

“You are, as of this month, fifty dollars behind. And because of the interest, you have amassed a grand total of sixty dollars in back payments. The owners of the property have decided that there will be no more extensions, and as of now, you are to vacate for nonpayment.” Brandon asked if he could pay him the money. “No, I’m sorry, sir, you are out of time. Even if you did have the money, which you have said to me several times that you do not, I’m not going to be able to take it. As I have said, they have decided to take the option of having you removed rather than have you try to pay them what you owe. You have a good day now.”

As he drove off, Brandon stood there with the envelope in his hand.
What the hell am I supposed to do now
? he asked himself. Not only did he have no place to go if they kicked him out of his house, but he had no money or transportation to get there even if he knew where to go. He looked at the smoke curling out of the house that he knew the owners lived in. This wasn’t a way to treat the people who depended on the land for their livelihood. And he had, all these years, depended greatly on it. Not just for his livelihood, like food and a house, but for his entertainment as well. This was just not fair.

While he was contemplating how to get to the house to talk to the people living there, a car pulled up behind him and he turned to see yet another man getting out of a nice car.

“Mr. Cox?” He nodded, having nowhere to run now that the man had seen him. And even if he did, the gun on the man’s hip sort of made him a little nervous. “I’m here about your mother, Maxine Cox. There is a matter of her unpaid bills.”

“She’s broke.” The man came toward him, and Brandon backed up. When he hit the cruiser that had been in the yard for the last five years or so, he nearly fell on his ass. “My mother is in that home that doesn’t cost me nothing. The taxes that I pay are supposed to take care of that. But…. Wait a second there. How did you find out who she was, anyway?”

The man only smiled at him, and Brandon felt his butt tighten up. There was something very scary about that smile. And the fact that it didn’t get anywhere near his eyes gave him a chilling feeling that went all the way to his toes. When the man pulled something from his side where the gun was hanging, Brandon closed his eyes, knowing that he was going to be shot.

“Here.” He took the second envelope and held it to his chest, watching the man. “You’ve been served. Have a good day.”

“Have a good day? How the hell am I supposed to have…? That other man said I can’t live here anymore, and now you come here telling me that there is money owed by my mother? She’s not worth anything. Don’t you know that? It’s why I stuffed her in that place in the first place. And even if I did have the money to pay for her to be there, what the hell did she have to spend money on anyway? You guys were supposed to keep her fed and cared for.” At least he thought they were.

“She’s had expenses that you are still required to cover. The walker to use when she was getting around. Then there was the extra for her wash to be done for her. Those things are not included in the state fees. Not to mention her updated clothing and shoes. All those were to be provided by you, her only living relative.” The man opened his car door, but stood there watching him before just shaking his head before he continued. “You just put your mother in that place without any kind of support, and haven’t gone to see her in all these years, have you? Not to mention, you’ve never sent her a card for her birthday, or even for any holidays. What is wrong with you? She’s your mother, for Christ’s sake.”

“I’ve been busy.” He hadn’t and he was pretty sure that man knew that. “I don’t have time to run in to see her every time she wants her feet rubbed. And cards cost money. It’s not like she knew who I was anyway. She’s out of her mind.”

It had taken him almost a full year after she’d left to get the smell of her feet off his hands. His dad had done rubbed them sometimes—to give him a break, he’d told him—but Brandon had been the one to keep the bedsores off her feet by rubbing them. That was another reason he’d put her in the home. To just get away from her smelly feet.

“Well, Mr. Cox, you won’t have to make a trip now. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but she died last week.” He got into his car and rolled down the window to tell him the rest. “And as for her not knowing anything, she was pretty lively, they told me. Dancing and singing when the mood struck her. Even going so far as to help the gardeners out when the flowers were planted. She told the administrators what her name was, as well as how to reach you a few days before she died. I think she might have been a little pissed with you for your lack of niceties. You’re a real piece of work.”

His mom was lively? Not so long as he knew her. And as far as Brandon could remember, she couldn’t sing anything other than those country songs. Used to drive his daddy crazy the way she’d twang around the house.

“I’m not paying these bills. I got no money, you hear me? None.” The man simply started his car and backed out of the drive. Almost as soon as he was on the road, another car pulled in. “Mother fuck. Go away. If you want something, I don’t have it. It’s all gone.”

By the time this man left, telling him that he was to come to the courthouse and talk to them about missing women, Brandon was shaking so hard that he hurt from it. He knew as surely as he was standing there that Lindsey had given him up. There certainly couldn’t have been nobody else, as they were all dead and most of them were currently wrapped in traps in one of the caves. Putting them there instead of burying them had saved him a lot of work, but dragging them behind the four-wheeler that he’d stolen a few years ago had made it a lot easier. He wondered briefly if the people at the big house had noticed that the big machine was gone yet.

As soon as he was sure that he wasn’t going to have any more unwelcome visitors, he went in the house and locked the doors. Laying all the paperwork he’d been given on the table, he looked around the house. It was dirty again…beyond that, it really stank too. And Lindsey had only been gone for a couple of weeks. As soon as the next woman came to his house, she was going to have to see what she was going to have to work with by having to clean up after him. She’d have her work cut out for her, that was for sure. He didn’t have the energy to deal with this and the visitors too. It had been a terrible day and he didn’t even have his television hooked up. And he needed that nice piece of equipment more than ever now. Something to take his mind off his miseries.

Deciding that he was going to walk over to the big house tomorrow, Brandon pulled the television to his stand. It was a lot bigger than he’d thought it had been in the ad, and the guy who had brought it out to him had asked if he needed help setting it up. Brandon said he’d do it, and the man just shrugged and took off. He’d not even helped him get it into the house. Now, as he was reading the instructions, Brandon realized how complicated the thing was. Nothing was working out for him today at all.

He didn’t have any cable wires. Not that he had cable, but the instructions were very specific about having those wires put in the plugs on the television. Not sure what to do, he put one of the phone chargers in the place of the cable and decided it would have to do. Then it was time for him to hook up the Internet so he could download movies. That was another problem, and not one that he could figure out how to work either.

It sounded like a really good idea. There was even a coupon for his first rental. Again, he wasn’t sure how that was supposed to work, but he put some more of the chargers in the place of the Internet cables, having to tape a few of them so they’d stay in place, and plugged the electricity into the television. When nothing happened, he pulled all the wires out and started again.

It was nearly midnight when he went to bed. The house was freezing again, and he’d not gotten to watch a single thing on his new television. There had been a great deal of static, but other than that, nothing. He’d had to start over so many times and put all the things back in the same place that he’d lost count. And no matter what he did, nothing would work the way the instructions said they would.

He tried to sleep, but he was so mad that all he wanted to do was go to the living room and bash the television to pieces. But he was tired, and when he was tired he was cranky too. He knew this so stayed where he was so that he’d not ruin his television. He knew that he could get it to work, but had been too upset to do so just now. So he rolled in the blankets and willed himself to sleep.

Getting up late the next morning, he ignored the television for breakfast. Then when he realized just how late it really was, he dressed in his finest new clothing and set out for the big house. He had his paperwork with him. He hadn’t had time to search out the original contract that was older than anything he knew of, but he had the envelopes that he’d been given yesterday. He wasn’t sure what the people could do about his mom and stuff, but this other thing he knew they’d fix once they heard his story. And he had a good one too. He was still working on what to do about the missing women, but telling them that he was out of work, had no money, and that he’d not been able to pay, Brandon knew that he’d be able to get off without any trouble whatsoever, and he’d at least have a home to stay in until he could figure it out.

As soon as he made it to the clearing, he knew that he should have brought him a clean shirt. The one he had on was soaked through with his sweat, and it stank. There were stains all the way down the sides to his pants, and they were dirty too. Falling several times when he’d tried to get over some fallen logs, he had mussed himself up pretty good.

He saw a woman in a field of what appeared to be nothing more than wet grass, then he saw her filling a basket with weeds. Off her rocker, he thought. Collecting weeds was just plain dumb.

After waving several times, he waited for her to come to him when she finally did see him. Looking around the field, he was envious of the new truck that was just pulling into the yard behind the house, and there was a car that looked as big as his house too. Flowers everywhere seemed to brighten up the darkest corners of the deep forest, as well as the big wrap-around porch. Not just in the big pots that sat on it, but in the yard too. He wanted to ask her about that, but he needed to talk to them first. Waving again, he was surprised when a big dog came around the side of the tree he was near and growled at him.

“Nice dog.” The dog didn’t appear to know that he wasn’t there to harm him and came closer to Brandon, with his hair standing up and his teeth, big sharp ones, showing. As Brandon backed away from him, he heard someone laugh and looked to his right to see the woman. She was pretty, but he didn’t care for her laughter. Especially when he knew she was laughing at him.

“Can I help you before he tears you apart?” Brandon looked at the dog again and noticed that he’d halved the distance between them. “I asked you a question, Mr. Cox. What can I help you with?”

“You know me?” The woman said nothing but stared at him with a strange smile. “I come to talk to the men of the house. You can go and get one of them for me.”

“Oh? And you think they can help you better than I can?” He wasn’t sure what she was asking him, so he told her that men knew a great deal. “I’m sure they do, but in this case, you’ll talk to me or no one. Or you can get your butt back to your house and wait for them to foreclose on you.”

“They discussed this with you?” She nodded and moved closer to the dog and put her hand on his head. Brandon had an urge to hit her, but the dog growled against her so he didn’t as much as move his hands. “I need to talk to them. I have me a problem that I want to discuss with a man. I have been served. They said I have to move out of my house, and I don’t think that’s very fair of them.”