In a Chord (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

Keaton had to smile as she all but ran toward her apartment building. But as she went to cross the street, as her foot stepped into the crosswalk, Keaton heard the sudden gun of an engine and the squeal of tire. His head snapped around to see an old dirty yellow Pontiac zooming toward them. The car swerved toward the sidewalk, barreling down onto Momo, who hadn’t really taken notice of the car.

“Momo!” he screamed, racing toward her. “Watch out!”

Her head snapped up, eyes widening as she saw the car, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

Ash reached her first, grabbing her arm and yanking her so hard she went sprawling onto the concrete. The car missed her by inches, never slowing as it sped through the intersection until it turned the corner and disappeared.

Keaton knelt beside her and turned her over.

“Tell me what hurts,” Keaton ordered as he looked her over. Her hands were scraped badly. Her knees, both raw and bloody, had taken the brunt of her fall. She was trying not to cry, but big tears were swimming in her eyes. He rose and picked her up into his arms.

“Just m–my knees,” she stammered, biting her lip.

“Give me your keys,” Ash said as he checked her pocket. “I’ll open the door to your place, and we can bandage you up. I’ll also call Byron.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I got the plate number, and we can ask his brother to run it to see who that maniac was.”

* * * *

An hour later there was a knock on Momo’s door. Ash opened it and greeted Byron and his brother, who still was in his uniform. He motioned for them to come in.

Momo sat at her tiny dinette table, both her knees heavily bandaged up. She held her palms on two ice packs to cool the burning. A glass of water with a straw in it rested next to her hand. Keaton sat with her but rose to shake hands with Byron.

“This is my brother, Officer Joseph George,” Byron said, introducing him.

“Thanks for coming by,” Keaton murmured as he shook Joe’s hand. “This is Momo Willows.”

“Good afternoon, Miss Willows. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Each went through the event, stating his or her own perspective of what happened. Momo admitted she hadn’t seen anything, except the car’s grill as it grinned evilly at her.

“But I got the license plate number,” Ash said, and gave it to Joe.

“This is good. I can run the number. Anything else?”

“This isn’t the first incident,” Keaton said.

“It’s not?” Momo asked, her brow wrinkled in confusion.

“She was violently ill after our show Saturday night,” Ash confirmed. “It came out of nowhere, and she was upchucking bile all night. She woke up the next morning perfectly fine.”

“Hmm,” Joe murmured. “Sounds like an emetic. That’s more common then you realize. What did you eat or drink that night?”

“Nothing,” Momo said.

“You had water at the bar,” Byron told her. “When we went to talk to Gil Johannson.”

“You think someone spiked her water?” Keaton asked.

“Well,” Byron told him, “your fan is the bartender.”

Keaton blinked, his mouth dropping.

“Who’s this fan?” Joe asked, writing down the information.

“We play at The Black Tiger every Saturday night,” Ash replied. “And every time Byron hands Keaton a letter from this fan. It’s been going on for about six months.”

“I thought it was just a kid, you know?” Keaton explained. “A groupie. I never thought it was the bartender!”

“What’s her name?”

“Ramona,” Byron answered. “I don’t know her last name.”

Joe closed his little book and stood. “I’ll go question her and run these plates. You take care, okay, Ms. Willows?”

Momo nodded.

Joe nodded to Keaton and Ash, making sure Momo did not see him, so they followed him to the door.

“I’ll follow up with you,” Joe told them in a low voice. “But I’m concerned that this is escalating very quickly. If it did start with spiking her drink the other night, turning into a potential murder attempt today, then this is a very scary situation. I hate to think about what would have happened had you not pulled her out of the way so quickly.”

Ash’s grim expression showed he had been thinking the same thing.

“Watch out for her,” Joe added, holding out his card. Ash took it and looked at it. “Call me if anything else happens.”

He shook hands with Keaton and Ash and left.

When they got back to the tiny kitchen area, Byron was talking with Momo. Keaton placed his hand on Momo’s shoulder.

“Go pack a lot of clothes,” he told her. “You’ll be spending time with us.”

“That’s a good idea,” Byron murmured, patting her hand. “I’d never rest if I thought of you here by yourself.”

She nodded and rose.

“I’ll help you,” Ash said, following her into the tiny bedroom.

Keaton rubbed his forehead.

‘Listen,” Byron said. “Let’s not talk of this to Mike and Taylor.”

“Why?”

“Mike is easily distracted, and Taylor has a quick temper. The last thing we need right now is for those two to take it upon themselves to handle a little vendetta.”

“All right. God, I can’t believe this. A deranged fan? It’s ludicrous.”

“Ludicrous goes with fame,” Byron told him succinctly.

Keaton gave him a dark look. “Not when it means hurting someone I love.”

Byron raised his eyebrows. “Love, Keaton? Already?”

Keaton sighed. “Yeah. Already.”

Byron nodded. “Then it’s a good thing she actually helps Endymion and isn’t a Yoko Ono.”

Keaton couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Momo pursed her lips into a pout. “I’m not an invalid.”

Keaton smiled at her. “Humor us.”

Ash walked in with a cup of steaming soup and a bag of crackers. “Of course you’re not an invalid, but Keaton insisted we treat you like one.”

“Hey!” he said, and smacked Ash’s shoulder.

“Careful, this is hot. Don’t want to be burning one of your favorite things about me.”

“That’s so crude,” Keaton grumbled.

Momo laughed. She took the soup from Ash, and he settled the crackers next to her before sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Go ahead and eat,” he ordered. “I slaved over making that.”

“Flexing your manly muscles by opening the can and heating it up?” Keaton mocked him.

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold.”

“Well, if I’m Goldilocks, then this sheds a whole different light on that fairy tale,” she mused.

“Don’t you have to go to work?” Ash asked him.

“Actually, I quit as of one hour ago,” Keaton informed him.

“No shit? Were they pissed?”

Keaton shrugged. “Probably. But I’ve got too many other things going on to think about it. What about you?”

“I plan on telling them tomorrow morning, work out the rest of the week.” He shrugged. “I’ve been there two years, and haven’t taken a vacation, so I’m hoping to cash that in.”

“Yeah, they should do that.”

Momo tilted her bowl and drank the last of the soup. She held it out to Ash, and he took it and the unopened crackers. As he walked back into the kitchen, he placed the crackers onto the table and noisily dumped the bowl in the sink.

“Sorry no television,” Keaton told her.

“We have a portable DVD player,” Ash put in.

“And one movie.”

“Just one?” she asked. “Which movie?”

“School of Rock,” they both said.

She laughed. “Of course. But, actually, I was thinking of a different type of entertainment.”

“Oh yeah?” Keaton murmured.

“What could that be?” Ash asked.

She beckoned with her finger.

“Honey, we don’t want to hurt you,” Keaton said, though it was only a half-hearted protest.

“Well, it’s a good thing I won’t be on my knees. That’s your job tonight.”

Keaton waggled his eyebrows at her. Then he gave a mock low growl and crawled onto the bed, moving toward her on his hands and knees. “Somebody has been sleeping in my bed, and she’s still here.”

He captured her lips in a kiss, mindful of her bandaged knees, maneuvering until he was between her thighs. His tongue slid inside her mouth, exploring the warm depths and twining with her tongue.

When he broke the kiss, he pulled back to see Ash gently undressing her. Each area he exposed he lavished with kisses, working layer by layer, first her top, then her bra, licking her nipples as they hardened into turgid peaks. She moaned and arched her back, clearly enjoying the attention. Earlier she had taken off her skirt and thrown away her torn and bloody socks, which had been her only protection against the hard concrete, leaving a scrap of lace she called panties. Keaton took over this part of undressing her since he was between her thighs. She wiggled her hips, helping him, revealing her beautiful pussy lips, already a little wet with excitement. He traced the rim with one finger, dipping in to find her nub, gently teasing it, making her squirm and gasp in pleasure as he knelt between her almost spread legs. He finished taking off her panties before gently spreading her legs wide, careful not to touch her poor knees.

“I love your taste,” Keaton murmured. “I could eat your beautiful pussy all day.”

He lay on his stomach, making himself comfortable before settling his mouth on her glistening cunt. His tongue worked around his finger as he licked her, pushing his tongue in as far as it could go before pulling out. In and out, his tongue fucked her while Ash’s hands started massaging her breast. Soon, she was bucking and moaning, and he could feel she was close.

So he placed his lips upon her clit and sucked, and just like that, her body suddenly shuddered violently. He tasted a blast of cream upon his tongue, like warm honey.

“Do you want him to fuck you, Momo, while I fuck him? Is that what you want?” he heard Ash whisper into her ear.

“Oh God, yes,” she moaned.

Keaton looked into her eyes, glassy from her orgasm. She reached for him, for his shoulders, clearly wanting more immediately. He got to his knees, his cock sticking out proudly. Ash reached for him, kissing him, kissing down his neck as he moved behind him. Momo watched them, desire brightening her eyes to a fever pitch.

Ash gripped his cock to roll a condom on it before pushing him down, making him bend over. Keaton’s face was even with Momo’s pussy, so he used the opportunity to swipe it with his tongue again, loving how she was so reactive. He heard the squirt of lube and felt the cool liquid slid between his cheeks, right before Ash’s fingers slid into him. He groaned at the exquisite feeling of being stretched, of being filled, letting himself relax to enjoy the pleasure.

And then Ash was pushing into him, taking his time to let the slow burn ease. He pumped his hips a few times, making sure Keaton was nice and open before sliding out completely. Keaton gave a groan of protest and wiggled his hips.

But Ash only pulled back to grab hold of Keaton’s hips and angled them in alignment with Momo’s sweet pussy. Going slow, he guided Keaton into her.

Keaton once again couldn’t believe how warm and tight she was, squeezing him like a glove. His hips pumped once, then again, sinking balls deep inside. Then he felt Ash open his cheeks and push back into him.

It was difficult at first. Keaton couldn’t get the proper leverage to bury himself inside Momo while Ash was tugging at him. When she wiggled down even more, lying flat on her back, he was able to lean farther over her which gave Ash easier access to his ass. Keaton allowed Ash to drive the rhythm, and instantly, their awkward positioning worked. As Ash pushed into him, Keaton allowed himself to push into Momo, and in fact, Ash’s weight made him sink so deeply inside her his pubic bone ground into hers.

“Oh yes!” she moaned a bit breathlessly. “God! You both are so sexy! That’s right, fuck me!”

They moved in unison, meshing beautifully as Keaton happily became the anchor between them. Momo dug her heals into the mattress as she pushed herself up, emitting delicious little noises as their bodies surged together, and seconds later, Keaton felt her vaginal walls clamp down on his cock as she came with a wail.

“Holy fuck!” he cried.

He wanted to come so bad, especially since she was milking his cock in aftermath bliss, but he wanted to wait for Ash. Thankfully he didn’t have to wait long. He felt Ash swell within his ass as he lost control, pumping wildly. He wanted to hold on just a little bit more, but it was too much, and just as he felt Ash lose it and cry as he came deep inside Keaton, Keaton exploded, losing consciousness for a second as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

They collapsed. Ash managed to move him and Keaton off Momo, to avoid crushing her, but they were all panting and sweating. Keaton felt Ash nuzzle his neck as he pulled his condom off, tied it, and tossed it into the trash. He lay next to Momo and pulled her into his arms while Ash spooned in behind him.

They were asleep in seconds.

Tuesday and Wednesday were interesting days for Momo. She learned intimate details about living with two men and dealt with minor issues of teaching them things such as lowering the toilet seat after using it, not leaving the milk carton sitting out on the counter, and that it was not okay to wear the same pair of underwear three days in a row.

Thursday morning Keaton walked her to work, kissing her lingeringly on the mouth. She watched him for a moment as he walked down the street, admiring how his jeans hugged his ass, and had to admit all the little annoying details of men were well worth the payoff of what happened when they went to bed.

Still, her mind replayed the last few days and she chuckled under her breath as she remembered when she had moved some of her stuff into the repository.

She sat on top of one of her rolling suitcases while Ash pushed it from behind and Keaton pulled in front. At the stairs, she hopped off as Keaton picked it up. In the second bedroom, he dropped it on the unused bed and opened it to reveal a plethora of skin care creams, hair care products, brushes and hair clips, as well as every heating iron known to man. She used the top of the unused dresser as a vanity, setting up a lighted mirror and several rows of makeup canisters.