Away
Authors: Allyson Young
Away
Shy, reserved Alex has been content and absorbed in her work at the University. With no family and no close friends, she is self-sufficient and not interested in relationships until she meets Jeff and Devon, two cops who are investigating an assault on campus.
Jeff and Devon are taken with Alex and think she might be their one. They set out to win her, introducing her to the pleasures of ménage and their dominance in the bedroom, unlocking her sexuality. Their relationship is intense and inspiring, and Alex falls in love with both of them, believing she has found her future until a terrible manipulation compounded by a lack of communication tears them apart.
Can Alex make her way back into the world on her own, away from Devon and Jeff, or will they find her and convince her to forgive them?
Genre:
Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length:
57,964 words
AWAY
Allyson Young
MENAGE AMOUR
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AWAY
Copyright © 2011 by Allyson Young
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First E-book Publication: September 2011
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It had all unraveled. Alex couldn’t get warm, couldn’t stop the shaking. The events of the night had taken everything from her, and now that she was safe and on her way away, she trembled in reaction. How had she found the strength, the resolve, to get here? She closed her eyes against the tears that streamed unchecked down her face, dripping from her chin and soaking the front of her new, nondescript hoodie. She hadn’t thought to buy Kleenex and sniffling was probably going to draw attention to her. She was huddled in the seat next to the window, affording her some privacy if she kept her face turned away from the other passengers as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. She still couldn’t believe she had made it on the train, away, away from them. Her heart was like a stone, yet she ached and ached, her whole self lost, but she was away.
“Miss Desjarlais?” Alex, startled, tried to focus on Detective Rust’s face and recall his last question.
“Sorry, I…what was that?” she stuttered.
Both Detectives Staples and Rust actually chuckled, and she flushed in embarrassment.
“I asked if you had heard any rumours or complaints of women being harassed, stalked, or just feeling uncomfortable in general?” said Detective Rust.
“Like right now?” she thought. “I haven’t heard, but then we are fairly isolated from campus. We work alone for the most part, too. That poor young woman only registered for a class. She didn’t attend.”
Alex remembered little of the content of the questions being asked of her by the two detectives, only aware of what she bleakly recognized as lust overwhelming her while closeted with the two men, her body reacting in ways she had never felt before. Her throat felt parched and her heart beat faster, and she covered the pulse in her neck with her hand, aware that it would be clearly evident to these trained men, not wanting them to recognize her arousal. But those physiological reactions were the absolute least of her worries. Her labia tingled, and she could swear she could actually feel the lips swelling as her clitoris ached and fought free of its protective hood to further respond to the touch of the fabric of her panties. She had tried to fluff the folds of her sweatshirt out further from her breasts as the nipples hardened and thrust forward in an effort to cover her reaction to them. Holy hell, what was it with her? Two men, for God’s sake. Not one but two! Like they were conjoined or something in her desire for them. This was twisted, abnormal and she had to close the conversation and get away from them. This kind of thing simply didn’t happen to her.
Devon Rust and Jeff Staples were detectives investigating a serious assault on two female students on campus and had interviewed her along with a dozen others on the faculty. Alex worked at the college, managing digs. The anthropology department was second to none, and Alex felt honoured to have obtained the position after only two years as an assistant instructor.
Something had happened at the onset of that interview, something that all three of them recognized as electric, though Alex was now very clear that Devon and Jeff had made the leap well ahead of her. They were in their mid-thirties to her twenty-six years, more experienced, more aware of their own desires, and certainly more cognizant of what they wanted in a relationship. She had thought she was twisted and sick given the thoughts and feelings that spiralled through her upon meeting them in the small room provided by the college for the interviews. She hadn’t had sex but twice, for heaven’s sake, didn’t like the fumbling and mess.
Detective Rust had intense blue eyes that seemed to look right through her clothes and guess her thoughts, too. His blond-streaked hair was clearly resistant to a comb, and she itched to touch it and push it off of his forehead and into place. His casual shirt hung over his dark pants, but even Alex could tell that those pants fit well, and if his muscled arms reflected his abs, well, one could only imagine. “If you pick up on anything, please call us,” said Detective Staples, offering her a card.
He watched her run her thumb over the raised print and read it to herself. She turned it over and looked at the number written in ink. Seemingly confused, she looked up at both of them.
* * * *
Devon viewed the young instructor as if from a distance. He already knew she was special and felt the waves of interest coming off his partner. Alex’s blonde hair was caught up carelessly in one of those funny clips women wore these days, and her neck was long and graceful. Her skin was flawless, like porcelain, and thick black lashes framed her wide set gray eyes. Her nose was tiny above a thin upper lip, but that bottom lip of hers was succulent and pouty, made for a cock to balance on.
He watched Jeff looking beyond her baggy sweatshirt and loose jeans. Her breasts had a gentle curve and, while not large, were sweetly rounded. All the tugging in the world on that sweatshirt didn’t hide her hard nipples. He just knew her ass would be rounded, too, and he wondered if she shaved her pussy or if her curls were shining and blonde to match her head. He thought he picked up a faint scent of arousal. God knew his cock was trying to shake hands with her. Yet the only thing he saw in her face was innocence and bewilderment. Could this woman be their One?
“That’s our home number, Miss Desjarlais,” Jeff indicated. “Sometimes people remember things after hours.” Jeff hoped she got the message that they were interested, or at least that he was. They’d bring her up to speed on the two-for-one deal in no time. He wondered if her blush extended all the way down her body.
* * * *
Alex was flustered and felt the cursed color flood her cheeks. Detective Staples’s green eyes positively glowed behind dark lashes any woman would kill for, and his lips were so kissable, she thought. Her eyes drifted across his taut stomach, outlined as it was by his polo shirt, and noted a bulge in the front of his pants. She blushed even pinker, wondering if he had noticed her appraisal.