Siren Unleashed [Texas Sirens 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (38 page)

The orgasm swept over her, sucking out the breath and leaving pure sensation in its place.

Chase groaned, and she felt the hot wash of his semen coating her ass, filling her up.

Ben’s beautiful face tightened as he came, filling her womb with life-giving cum. He pressed inside, hips rolling over and over as he gave her everything he had.

His body fell on hers, rolling off and pulling her to the side. She was caught between the Dawson brothers, Ben cuddling her front and Chase her back. Heat surrounded her, four arms encasing her in warmth.

It was the best place in the whole world.

Ben groaned a little as he moved, stretching out. It was a good groan, the type that let a fellow know he was not only alive, but in good fucking company. His every muscle ached from the athletic sex he’d performed the night before.

Natalie had been perfect. Better than perfect because she’d been theirs and there was no question about it now. She was going to marry them, and their future was set.

Ben opened his eyes, the light causing him to focus on the ceiling above him.

Satisfaction settled in his veins. He was getting married. He was going to have kids and a place to call his own and the most beautiful wife in the world.

He was the fucking king.

He turned, reaching for Natalie.

“Dude, is there a reason you’re trying to spoon me?”

Ben growled because he shared that perfect vision with the other half of himself, the worse half. Yep. He wasn’t going to be able to get away from his freak older brother because Natalie loved his ass, too. And, yeah, that kind of made him happy. “Where is our wife?”

Chase turned away, his body shifting. His hand scrubbed through his hair as he forced himself up, looking around the playroom. “She’s not here. She must be in the bathroom. Or she’s eating breakfast since we didn’t feed her last night. I think that means we’re not good husbands.”

Ben snorted a little. He liked that word—husband. They didn’t need a piece of paper. They’d made her their wife the night before. Oh, they would get that piece of paper, but it was a done deal. “I think it means we were horny husbands. And she didn’t complain. I don’t think she should be allowed out of bed without waking one of us up.”

He didn’t like the idea of her running around on her own. Even just around the ranch.

“I think that’s worth at least twenty.” Chase obviously agreed.

His brother was always thinking of punishments. It filled his brain. It wasn’t like Ben didn’t think about getting his hand on Natalie’s ass, too, but it wasn’t his default position.

Except it kind of was now that Natalie wasn’t peacefully sleeping in between them. What the hell time was it?

He glanced at the clock. Ten a.m.
Damn
. He’d overslept. His stomach growled because he’d skipped dinner, too. He’d had an excellent time eating Natalie, but he still required calories. Ben sat up, stretching. “What went through your head last night?”

Natalie was probably in the bathroom. It was the perfect time to figure out exactly what had given his brother pause last night. There had been no way to miss that look on his brother’s face. He’d seen it many times before. As Chase had been tying Natalie up, he’d solved something on the case, and he hadn’t liked the conclusion. Ben had felt Chase’s anxiety and figured out it was about the case because his brother loved Natalie. There was no doubt in his mind about that. Chase was in. Ben didn’t have to worry about it. He did have to worry about who got to legally marry her. He would have to fight his brother for that honor, but it was okay. He trusted them. If he lost, Natalie would still be his wife. Chase would still be his brother. He would still have the family he’d longed for.

Chase turned to him, yawning a little. He sighed as though settling in to an unwanted task. His voice dropped to a whisper. “You remember that wall of pictures at the strip club?”

Ben had considered it a wall of horror. Pictures of clients and strippers. He tried to remember. It had been a bunch of photos of men in suits or uniforms or jeans and T-shirts, with their hands around women who weren’t their wives. It was prurient and he’d turned away, but good for Chase. He’d stared at that wall and memorized it, his brilliant brain holding on to the memory. “Yeah. I remember it was creepy as fuck.”

Chase lay back, looking more relaxed than Ben could ever remember him being. “So I studied that creepy-as-fuck wall of pictures, and I found someone who shouldn’t have been there.”

His brother was a bastard who wouldn’t just give up the information. He had to make a scene out of everything. He really would have been good on the stage. “Who? Tell me Juliet Kirkman used to be a stripper.”

Chase huffed a little. “I wish.” His voice went low. “It was Natalie’s friend. Gretchen. She was trying to hide her identity. She had a wig on and way more makeup than I’d seen her wearing before, but she has a scar on her face, just above her left eye. If I had to bet, I would say she got it from a nastily tipped flogger.”

Ben had seen that scar. “Who the hell would use a flogger on a woman’s face?”

“Well, they could have been newbie Doms trying it on her breasts and the falls went wide, but I think it was probably the psycho who kidnapped them all.”

God, he didn’t like to think about what Natalie had suffered through. Or Kitten. Gretchen had been there, too. She’d actually suffered the longest. “Okay. So Gretchen likes to strip on the side. Lots of women need the money.”

Chase huffed, his mind obviously working on the problem. “I ran her financials before I got here. She’s got plenty of money in the bank. Julian settled a ton of cash on each woman after Natalie killed the bastard. For all his chilly demeanor, the boss has a soft heart when it comes to strays.”

Ben slapped his brother’s arm. Hard. Yeah, that hurt. “Don’t call Natalie a stray.”

Chase winced a little. “Well, she isn’t a stray anymore. We domesticated her. I’ll get a collar on that little cat in the end, you’ll see. All I’m saying is that Gretchen has had a hundred grand in the bank for the last couple of years. Until two months ago, and then she started spending like crazy.”

“On what?”

“I don’t know.” Chase sat up, his whole demeanor turning vaguely sheepish.

“How can you not know? You follow every lead. You’re the one who sees a tiny rabbit hole and jumps right down it.”

Ben would almost swear his brother blushed. “I saw Natalie’s hole, and I tried really hard to jump down it. I didn’t really succeed until last night.”

How the mighty fell before one petite pink-haired cutie. “Okay. So we need to refocus that big brain of yours on the problem at hand. You got into Gretchen’s bank accounts?”

Chase shrugged like that little bit of hackery was no big deal. “Sure. I have the last couple of months’ reports on my computer, but the thing was the daily shit hadn’t changed. She bought a few groceries, though it looks like for the most part she eats out at the spa. She has an active Amazon account. The girl likes some nasty BDSM books. I’m not talking about Lexi’s little romances. Gretchen likes hard-core shit.”

“She’s spent a hundred thousand on sex books?”

“No. The money missing from her accounts has come out in seven wire transfers. All the exact same amount. Would you like to take a guess?”

Ben didn’t have to. He knew the drill. “Nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine dollars.”

Anything over ten thousand and the bank was required to report it to the IRS. Gretchen was trying to quietly fuel someone cash.

“Exactly,” Chase replied. “I sent out some feelers on the account she’s shipping the money to. It looks like some kind of investment company. It’s weird because if she’s really investing, she wouldn’t care about the government knowing. Dane is supposed to get me the company info today.”

Dane was one of the resident Doms at The Club, and he also was a high-powered lawyer with lots of connections in the business world.

Chase’s phone pinged. He reached out to the small nightstand and growled a little. “Looks like he came up with something. He just texted me. He’s sending me the company records in a few. Where the hell is Natalie?”

Chase got out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom. Ben groped around for his boxers. Unlike his nudist brother, he felt better with his junk covered up. No one in the Barnes-Fleetwood clan would likely bat an eye, but their sister was still around.

“Do you think Natalie knows Gretchen is stripping?” Ben asked, letting his voice rise because it was obvious to him that she wasn’t in the guesthouse. She’d probably gone to the main house, likely in search of food. It was what he would have done.

Chase strode back into the playroom. “When I talked to Natalie, she didn’t mention anything about Gretchen working anywhere else. She said Gretchen went into town a lot, but not for a job. I have to assume she didn’t know.”

Ben felt his stomach turn. Gretchen was Natalie’s friend. They’d been through hell together, and she counted on Gretchen. “Do you think she knew Stan?”

The grimace on Chase’s face told the tale. “She was in the picture with Stan. If I had to guess, she knew him intimately.”

Fuck
. It was going to hurt Natalie. “Can we investigate her without Natalie knowing about it?” He kept his voice low, hoping Natalie couldn’t hear them.

“Are you willing to let her hang out with some chick who might be a killer?”

His brother had a point. God, he didn’t want to work this morning. He wanted to wait for Natalie and then make love all morning long. He wanted to wrap himself around her and forget that there was a craptastic world waiting for all of them. But he owed her. “Okay, well, you need to check out the report Dane sent, and I need to go lean on Gretchen a little.”

He would have to be careful how he did it, but he needed to get a feel for her. If she was just in trouble, then he could quietly handle it, and Natalie wouldn’t need to know.

Chase was firing up his laptop when Ben saw the note. It was written in Natalie’s precise feminine hand.

I’ve gone out to the spa to pick up a few things I left in my locker and to hand in my two-week notice. I want to be ready to go to Dallas when the time is right. Hopefully soon. Love, Natalie.

He nearly growled because that was stupid. How could she have run off on her own?

P.S. I’m not stupid. I made Logan drive me. Unfortunately, I think that means I get Kitten and your sister, too, so maybe I am dumb. Sleep well, babes.

“Natalie’s gone. She went out to the spa to turn in her notice, but at least she had the good sense to take Logan with her.” She had an entourage. It would be all right, but there was some definite punishment coming her way. She should have woken them up. “Do you think part of Leo’s therapy with Logan is forcing him to be every female at The Club’s whipping boy until he decides sanity is better than being forced to follow around a bunch of women he can’t sleep with?”

Chase’s fingers were flying across the keys. Ben didn’t take it personally. Chase and his computer had a deep and spiritual connection. The damn thing had been almost like his girlfriend for years. It was a testament to Natalie’s charms that his brother hadn’t touched it in nearly twelve hours.

And it was time that his almost wife figured out that she was in trouble. It would do her good to have to worry about what her punishment would be all the way back home. He picked up his phone and noticed Chase wasn’t the only one with a couple of texts. The first was from Logan. It was short and pithy and explained that he had a herd of women and he hadn’t signed up for this deal and Ben was an asshole. And there was an emoticon that looked oddly like a pile of smiling poop.

So Logan was happy.

Georgia had sent him a text, too. This one was from Kitten’s phone, but as always, it was filled with bright, shiny, confusing emoticons.

“Georgia texted me. I’ll give you a reading. ‘Hey, bro. Nice work with Natalie.’ Clapping hands. Clapping hands. ‘Can’t wait for the wedding.’ Red heart. Green heart. ‘Will have her back to you in no time at all.’” He stared at the screen. “It looks like an erect caterpillar. Yep. Erect caterpillar. ‘BTW Logan’s a jerk wad.’ Oh, good, she likes the smiling poop one, too. I don’t get the emoticon thing, man.”

“Hush, I’m onto something.” Chase never looked up. He wasn’t particularly interested in erect caterpillars. Or exploding horns. Georgia had ended her message with a flurry of them. Yeah, she was so not coordinating the wedding.

He sighed, thinking about the fact that his brothers likely wouldn’t allow them to elope. They would want something big and probably formal. Winter and Mark and Drew would likely give him hell if they didn’t have a proper collaring ceremony, too. When had BDSM become his family’s religion?

Ben found his shirt and pulled it over his head. If he hurried, he might be able to catch up with Natalie at the spa. Chase would be too involved with his hard drive to come along. He would have a chance to give Natalie his own version of erect caterpillar. Oh, yeah.

“I’m going to head out to the spa and help Logan out. That’s a whole lot of woman trouble for the poor boy to take care of. Georgia alone is more than any one man could handle.” A thought struck him. “Hey, you don’t think Logan has a friend he shares with, do you?”