Love Under Two Loners [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Yes. The DPS will be in charge of that investigation, separate from the in-depth one Estevez is heading up into the activities of Sergio Torres.”

  “Who is Sergio Torres?” Iris asked.

  Adam looked from Donny to her. “That’s right, you don’t know the last of it. Torres was Marcia Crane’s exclusive ‘client.’ The man convinced her that he wanted a future with her and convinced her to leave the school.” His expression left no doubt as to his feelings on the matter. “The moment she arrived, bags in hand, he drugged her. She was on the auction block when Estevez infiltrated the sale in his undercover persona. He ‘bought’ her and got her the hell out of there. That was, in fact, what he and Christopher Lyons were talking to Rich about on Skype when Swift barged into Rich’s office.”

  “So Miss Crane is safe?” Iris asked.

  “She is.”

  She guessed that at some point over the next couple of days they’d be taking a trip to Houston. Knowing Rich as she did, he’d want to see that with his own two eyes.

  “The next few days could be busy,” Donny said, as if reading her mind.

  “I think you’re right.” Then the door to Parrish’s cruiser opened, and Rich stepped out. The next couple of days might be busy, but by the look in his eyes, that wasn’t something she needed to think about right then.

  The hunger in his gaze and the purpose in his step as he approached told her all she needed to know about how the rest of the day was going to go, provided Dr. Jessop gave him the all clear.

  * * * *

  Iris was grateful the weekend had arrived. Though she and Rich and Donny had hunkered down when they’d returned from the Waco area a couple days before, they hadn’t been able to just be together, uninterrupted. At the clinic, David Jessop had diagnosed a mild concussion. Rich was to take it easy for a couple of days, and that meant no sex. So they’d showered and soaked and snuggled in that really big bed. Rich had told her there was no reason she and Donny couldn’t enjoy each other, but they both declined. She’d relished being tucked in between her two lovers. They’d talked, voices soft, and then they’d fallen into exhausted sleep.

  The morning alarm sounded far too soon, and the days had been far too busy to allow for proper decompression. Iris had used her frustration to think and to plan. She was a woman whose sensuality and sexuality had been awakened, a woman no longer afraid to demand what she had to have and no longer hesitant to see that she got it.

  They all needed that time, just the three of them, a healing time. Both of her men needed what she could give to them, something she knew no other woman had ever given them. Rich needed her submission to help erase the violence he’d seen, and Donny needed it to help erase the fear of having his brother in the hands of a murderer.

  All she’d been able to do the past two nights is love on them the best way she knew without orgasms. But she understood they needed more than that. She needed more than that. Finally, they had the time, and the space, to do just that.

  She’d sent Donny off with Rich when Adam had called first thing Saturday morning. There was one last piece of business with regard to his abduction—Rich had to sign his official statement.

  She’d sent them off together, asking that, when they returned, they come straight up to the master bedroom. As Rich instructed, she’d locked the door behind them, and then she’d gotten ready.

  She didn’t know how much time she had, so she raced through her preparations. Ready, she worked on getting her nerves under control. She practiced some of the yoga exercises Jillian had taught her, focusing on finding calm.

  Half an hour later, the sound of the door opening, and their voices, nearly undid the calm. Iris inhaled deeply. She would do this. Nerves aside, it was something she craved and something they needed. Footsteps on the stairs echoed in the beat of her heart, an ever quickening thud, thud, thud. Back straight, eyes down, palms up, she waited.

  “What do we have here?” Rich’s voice, deep, masculine, sent shivers of excitement over her skin. She wished she could see his face, to better judge his mood. But she needed to keep her eyes down until told otherwise.

  “Seems to me we have a sub topping from the bottom, brother. Interesting.”

  “Indeed. Iris, eyes on me.”

  She lifted her head and met his gaze. Did I ever consider that giving him such complete and total options might not be the wisest decision? Too late now, Iris held it together, just barely, and waited.

  “Topping from the bottom?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Rich’s gaze honed in on the end of the bed. He and Donny had a few items of their own—a couple of paddles, a couple of pairs of handcuffs, a blindfold, and one flogger. She’d been able to add to that, after talking it over with Jillian, who’d helped her. There was now a riding crop, a spreader to keep her ankles separated, a couple of pairs of ankle cuffs, a good length of rope, and a set of nipple clamps.

  “That’s quite a collection you’ve amassed there. A few items I don’t recognizing as belonging to us. How did you acquire the nipple clamps?”

  Because it had been Jillian’s request in return for helping, Iris grinned as she threw her friend under the bus. “Jillian ordered them for me, online.”

  “Did Jillian know what you planned to do with them?” Donny asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Looks like we need to call Robert. Later,” Donny said.

  “Looks like. But yes, later. I think we’ve been too lenient with our little subbie here, brother.” Rich’s words might have had her worried except for the gleam in his eye.

  “Yes, I think you’re right. We’ve let her go too long believing that we were always going to be meek and gentle lovers.”

  Though they’d been infinitely gentle with her, Iris could have told them that there was nothing meek about either one of them. That is, she could have if they’d invited her to speak.

  “What do you have to say about that, Iris?”

  “Clearly, Sir, I need to be paddled.”

  “And I need to paddle you. I very much need what you’re offering here. Aren’t you afraid I’ll go too far?”

  Was she? That had been the one element she’d wrestled with, and the answer had come to her quietly as she prepared to do this, despite that one little bit of fear.

  “No, Sir, I’m not. I trust you.” She looked from him to Donny. “I trust you both completely.”

  Rich nodded, once. “Have you picked out your own personal safe word?”

  “Yes, Sir. It’s Austin.” She wondered if he’d understand the significance of her choice.

  “Because that’s when it all began to fall apart for you.”

  “Yes, Sir. And that’s never going to happen to me again because I have the two of you.”

  “No, it’s never going to happen to you again.” He held out his hand, and she placed hers in it. His fingers closed over it, containing her hand within his grasp. He helped her stand and then indicated the collection.

  “Pick a paddle, please.”

  Iris looked at the collection. As she’d set them out, one in particular had drawn and repelled her at the same time. Leather, not very wide, and about eight inches long. She thought, the moment she saw it, that it would hurt. The rounded handle was longer than the business end and looked as if getting a good grip on it wouldn’t be a problem.

  “I think you’ve chosen one. Hand it to me, please.”

  Iris did as she was bid then turned and awaited instructions.

  “Have you ever worn nipple clamps before?” Donny asked.

  She didn’t think that one little test when she’d taken them out of the package counted. “No, Sir.”

  “Then hand them to me.” She picked them up and took the few steps necessary to hand them to him.

  Rich came up behind her, the heat of his body even through his clothes warming her straight to her soul. He stroked down her arms then brought her hands up and around his neck. “Lace your fingers behind my neck.”

/>   That position stretched her, pushing her chest out slightly.

  She’d picked this set out because they were pretty. Silver, with tiny butterflies dangling, one at the end of each, they’d caught her attention. She’d tried one on and decided that it wasn’t that uncomfortable at all.

  Donny bent down and suckled her right nipple. He slid his mouth off with a tiny plop and then blew on her wet flesh. As soon as she felt the pucker, he moved and slipped the clip into place.

  Iris sucked in a breath when he then tightened the tiny screw at the base of the clamp. “Breathe, Iris.”

  She focused on doing just that, deep breaths in and out, ignoring the tears that blurred her vision just a little, shocked at how damp her pussy was. Then he set about attaching the other one.

  She’d had no idea turning those screws would make such a difference.

  “Very good, sweetheart.” Donny stepped back. Then he sent one of the butterflies swinging, and she sucked in another breath and felt her pussy get even wetter.

  “On the bed, on your back, arms above your head.”

  Iris obeyed. The brothers worked together, fitting her with not only cuffs on her wrists but a set on each of her ankles as well. She thought they’d use the spreader to keep her ankles apart, but she hadn’t imagined the lengths to which they’d actually restrain her.

  Her arms were still above her head, the cuffs fastened to the headboard so that she couldn’t move her arms. Her legs were also restrained, knees bent, rope between each ankle cuff and the headboard, secure enough that her bottom was off the bed slightly, and she was completely open to their sight, their touch.

  Iris was in a position of complete submission, all control ceded, and she’d never been hornier in her life.

  Rich and Donny got off the bed and stripped. Excitement rolled through her, a constant sizzle of electricity that made her feel as if she might come at any instant.

  Naked, they got back onto the bed and began to touch her, their fingers wandering where they would, both men testing her state of arousal by finger-fucking her.

  “Do not come.”

  Rich’s Dom voice stole her body’s will to do just that. Oh, she wanted to come, but she wanted to obey him—please him—even more.

  “No blindfold,” Rich said. “Not this time. We want to watch you watch what we’re about to do to you.”

  Kneeling on either side of her, the men both clutched paddles. Rich held the one she’d chosen, and Donny held the wooden one, which was also oblong-shaped.

  “You love us enough to give us this, to send us both into Dom space, knowing that’s the only way we can get everything that happened back into perspective.” Donny’s voice had the same effect on her as his brother’s. “Thank you for that. And we love you enough to give you what you need. We’re going to send you into subspace.”

  “No counting this time, subbie. Do you want to know how many swats we’re going to give you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She’d been prepared to count and didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed.

  “As many as it takes to get the job done. Keep your eyes on me.”

  Iris did, her gaze on his, even when in her periphery she saw his arm draw back. Whack. The sting made her gasp. Then the heat spread, and her clit shivered. Whack. She couldn’t see Donny, hadn’t seen his swing, but the heat and the sting aroused and hurt, all at the same time.

  Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. The heat spread, the sting grew, and Iris kept her gaze fixed on Rich. His eyes were so blue, so…fathomless. Heat and sting caressed every nerve ending, excited every inch of her flesh, and Rich’s eyes…loved her.

  Had she ever known how wonderful it would be to be loved like this? To be cared for and sated, to know that nothing, nothing could ever really hurt her again, as she had been hurt? Whack. Whack. Whack…. So good, this sense of rightness, this cocoon they’d given her. Here, at last, was a measure of peace, a personal happy place that was hers, and no one could take it from her. Like the last time but different. Broader. Deeper.

  These two men who loved her—her Doms—would never allow anyone to hurt her again.

  Rich’s face came back into view. He smiled and reached forward, his right hand tugging just slightly on one of the nipple clamps. “Come for us, Iris. Give your Doms your rapture.”

  A rush of heat, of pain, different and focused on her nipple, shot out even as her orgasm spewed. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, through her, drawing her from her sanctuary as she gushed and rushed to the heavens.

  Her arms and legs were both free. Beside her, a jostling on the bed and then Donny lifted her until she was on him. He helped her to sit up.

  “Reach down and guide my cock. Put it in your cunt.”

  Iris fisted his girth, absorbed his heat, and obeyed his order, sighing with pleasure as she did exactly that. Donny reached up to her left nipple. She sucked in a breath when he released that clamp. The pain of freedom made her slide close to another climax.

  “Not yet.” His command kept her from seeking more pleasure. Behind her, Rich moved into place. His hand on her back told her what he needed. She lay over Donny and gave Rich her ass.

  The lube caressed and his fingers plunged, moving in and out, stretching her. The burning shivered through her, and still she held back her orgasm. Then Rich took those fingers out and pressed his condom-covered cock against her back opening.

  “It’s time you had us both inside you.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” It was the one thing she wanted more than anything—to belong to them both physically as much as she belonged to them emotionally and spiritually.

  “Breathe deep, Iris,” Rich whispered. “Take what you’re given.”

  Tenting her, Rich pushed his cock past her sphincter. She felt the breach and then the deep slide of his cock coming into her ass completely.

  She’d never felt so full, so taken. Rich ran his hand over her bottom, igniting the heat of the paddling all over again.

  “So damn perfect, this ass. You’re ours. Say it.”

  “Yes, I’m yours, Sir. Oh, yes!” The idea of belonging so completely was more than she’d dared hope.

  They began to move in her, back and forth, in and out, a sweet, rocking kind of motion that nearly set her back into subspace, so right it felt. The heat of them, the fullness, thrilled her beyond what she thought she could take.

  Then rhythm shattered, and they moved, thrust for thrust for thrust, hot and electric, wild and wonderful. Shivering, quivering, soaring, Iris knew she’d found her place, her home, and it was in this instant when both men filled her, when both men shouted and began to find their release within her body.

  And then Donny removed the other clamp and pinched her clit, and she came, a mind-numbing, nerve-shattering climax that seemed to go on and on and on.

  Minutes or hours later, Iris became aware of being held close between them. Her head on Rich’s chest, with Donny spooning her, she finally knew what heaven was like.

  “How do you feel?” Rich kissed her forehead, his hand stroking the arm that rested on his stomach.

  “Amazing. Tender. Hot—my bottom, that is. But mostly, I feel like I’m finally where I need to be.”

  “We were never going to get married again,” Donny said. “We were going to remain loners for the rest of our lives. Until we met you.”

  “You give us what we need, sweet Iris, and what we want. With you, we’re no longer loners. With you we’re complete. Please marry us.”

  “Yes please.” Tears stung her eyes, happy tears, and she didn’t care. “Oh, yes please. I want very much to spend the rest of my life making love under you two loners.”

  “Thank you.” Rich tilted her face up. “I love you, Iris, and I will, always.” He kissed her, his mouth hot and hungry on hers.

  She loved his taste and drank him greedily. When he moved them so that she was on her back, she relaxed, and when he eased his lips away, she turned her head toward Donny.

  “T
hank you, Iris. I love you with all that I am. Forever.” He kissed her, and the taste of him melted with the taste of his brother and became her official nectar of the gods.

  Donny eased her onto her side facing him, and then Rich gently rubbed a cooling lotion onto her tender bottom. The lotion began to soothe the sting. She was glad it was a slow process. The sting reminded her of all she had to look forward to.

  “How do you feel now, little subbie?”

  “I’m going to love you both, always and forever, and be eternally grateful for you both.” It was the happy ending she’d never fully believed in—and now it was hers.

  Chapter 22

  Iris recalled the last party she attended here at Lusty Appetites. Was it only a little over two months ago? She’d been leery of coming, afraid that she’d be uncomfortable in a crowd of mostly strangers, afraid she would be, as she had been so many times in the past, in the way or not wanted.

  I’m here only a little bit of time later, really, but I’m worlds away in perspectives.

  “What’s that look for, sweetheart?” Rich asked. Standing on her right, he stroked his hand across her shoulders and down her back.

  “I was just remembering the last party I came to here and how my entire life changed, beginning with one moment, the moment I set eyes on a couple of very studly men.”

  She giggled because they both blushed. And she wondered what they would have said in response, except, at that very instant, Morgan and Henry and Tamara Kendall arrived with their beautiful twins.

  Morgan carried Hunter and handed him over when Iris silently reached for him. Donny took Cathy from Henry and then winked at Iris when Rich reached for Tam.

  He put his hands on her shoulders and said, “Woman, you set us up!”

  Iris bit back her grin. Her Dom had said that, and she waited to see what Tamara Kendall, the tiniest woman in the Kendall Clan, would use as her comeback line.

  She looked Rich straight in the eye and didn’t even flinch. “You’re welcome.” Then she turned to grin at Iris. “I see what you mean about the Dom voice. Very effective.”