Chapter Seven #3
she could feel his cock come to life. “We came here for you. We wanted to make
sure you got dinner and had company if you wanted.”
“And we came here for this.” Bay pushed back her hair and
kissed the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “We came because
we can’t stay away now that we’ve had you, now that we know how fucking right
this feels. Shane was nervous about telling you how we grew up. I told him you
would never think less of him. I told him I was the one who should be worried.
I was his older brother.”
This was the way to talk. With their hands on her, with
knowledge that they were together and connected, at least for now. For now she
wasn’t alone. She wasn’t fighting some good fight she couldn’t win. She was
riding a wave of feeling, and they were right there with her.
She didn’t have to think about the future, but she had some
things to say about their past. “You were a kid, too. Did you ignore what your
mom did?”
“He fought for me. He put himself on the line for me,” Shane
confessed as he ran his hands under her shirt. “When he was old enough, he
explained to her that if she kept hitting me, he would act out. He would do
terrible things, and everyone would know what an awful mother she was. Not
because she hit me. Not because she couldn’t love me.”
“I told her I’d make sure I got myself arrested. I would
drink and steal and do whatever I could to make her look as bad as possible. I
told her I would make shit up.” He licked the shell of her ear. “She believed
me. Up until then I was her shining light, and my only rebellion was to share
my room with my brother.”
They had protected each other even when they were kids.
What would they do for a lover? Would they let a lover into
their secret world, or would she just be a distraction for a time?
In that moment, it didn’t matter. “I want you to play with
me. I want to know what it means to be yours.”
Bay’s hand twisted in her hair, sending a thrill along her
spine and straight to her pussy. “You want us to top you. You want a couple of
hours where you don’t have to think about anything but what we can do to your
body?”
She was worried it was way more than her body that was
engaged. “Yes.”
Shane grinned. “Now you’ve done it.”
Bay picked her up. He hauled her right out of his brother’s
arms and lifted her up in the air. She gasped as he clutched her to his chest.
“Then we should take this to the main stage.”
* * * *
Shane watched as his brother carried Brooke up the
stairs.
He liked this theater, though it could use some work. Mostly
cosmetic, but there were a couple of places where he could make things safer
than they were.
What didn’t need any work at all was Brooke Harper. She was
stunning, but then she always took his breath away.
They’d set the stage. Apparently they were in early
rehearsals since there wasn’t a bunch of set pieces on the stage. Just a bunch
of tape. Blocking. He thought that was what they called it. Blocking
rehearsals. No matter what the technical term, it gave them a lot of space to
work with. There was a desk backstage that moved easily because it was on
wheels. It was exactly the right height. He pulled it along and placed it
center stage, where the light would hit her perfectly. He took the kit from his
brother.
“Take off your clothes.” Bay stepped back and frowned. “I
want to see her tied up. I didn’t bring much more than a basic kit because we
were going to be good boys tonight. I don’t have any rope. We spent the
afternoon making sure her room was ready instead of prepping our kits.”
They’d only made sure to bring one specific toy. One that
would prepare her for what they all wanted.
That had been a mistake because Brooke seemed to like their
bad-boy sides. They’d been so busy trying to make things perfect for her that
they’d forgotten to be prepared. Luckily he rather thought this place would be
a treasure trove. “Where are the props, Brooke? And will Cleo be pissed if she
finds out how we’re using her props?”
The last thing he wanted to do was get her in trouble with
the new boss.
Brooke’s eyes had gone wide as she stood there in the
spotlight. “You set up a room for me? We’re not sharing?”
Bay frowned like he didn’t understand.
Shane moved in and loomed over her. She came to his chin,
and he loved the way her head tilted up to look at him. “We are absolutely
sharing a room, and your things are already in the closet. There are two in the
primary. Bay and I will share one. No, he’s talking about the sewing room we
set up. Beth and Hope tried their hand and didn’t like it, but they still had
all the equipment.”
Her jaw dropped slightly. “A sewing machine?”
“All kinds of things, and there’s more in storage if you
need it. This way you don’t have to be here to work.” Or maybe she would want
the escape. “Not if you don’t want to.”
Her mouth curved in the sweetest smile. “I want to. I miss
my machine. It’s getting shipped to me, but it’ll be a while before it gets
here.” She looked to Bay as she reached for Shane’s hand. “Thank you. I’m sure
I’ll love it. Did Cleo lock the door?”
“I’ll check.” Bay started down the stairs. “You get
undressed.”
Shane kissed her forehead. “I’m going to find some rope if
you think it’s okay.”
“I think Cleo would find it amusing,” Brooke replied and
then sobered. “I had a rough day, Shane. I would like to forget for a while.”
This was what they could offer her. Respite. Calm. A place
where she didn’t have to worry.
“Do you want it soft and sweet?” Shane asked.
She shook her head. “I want to play. I want what we started
last night. I know you have a lot of experience…”
Shane stared down at her. “We’re with you, Brooke. For as
long as you’ll let us be, we’re yours. No other women and no other subs. We do
have experience, but sharing it with you makes me so fucking happy. We started
this because Stef offered us training. Well, he offered Bay training, and I
came along for the ride.”
“He offered us both training,” Bay said, walking back up the
stairs. “He might have liked my art, but he saw something in you, too.”
“He saw I needed to find some control,” Shane conceded.
“I’ll be honest, at first all I cared about was having sex. And kinky sex.
Meeting women who didn’t pretend, who were upfront and honest about what they
wanted. It felt like a whole new world, and I reveled in it, but the last
couple of years, I’ve wanted something more. I don’t want to walk in a club and
select a partner for the night like I’m picking out a treat. I want a woman who
walks in there with us every time. Who we can get to know so well it’s second
nature to please her. So I don’t want to hear about how inexperienced you are.
I want our experiences for now to be together, and that means you have to tell
us what you want.”
“I want you to be rough with me. I want it hard and kinky. I
don’t want to feel like myself.”
“What do you think you are, Brooke?”
Her expression went stubborn. “Weak. I feel useless. I feel
like I wasted my brothers’ time and money. I feel like a failure, and I want to
feel…wanted.”
Bay had gone still beside him, and he knew what his brother
was thinking. If she wanted some discipline, this was absolutely the way to get
it.
But Shane was the one who would talk first and then spank.
The last thing she needed was to think she was right and that she was being
punished for it. “You think you’re weak because you got fired?”
She nodded.
“You tried to fight.” He knew a little about it. “You went
to HR.”
“Yes, but…” she began.
“Did you shrug and cry and walk away? Or did you meet with
Gemma this afternoon for something other than catching up?”
“She told me how hard it would be.” Brooke sniffled but
seemed to fight off the emotion. “I can’t put my family through it.”
“So let me get this straight,” Shane began. “You were so
talented that some asshole stole your designs and the company stood behind him.
That’s not about you being weak. That’s about them being corrupt. Do you know
how many times I’ve seen people fired because the boss wanted to cover up his
own mistakes? Hell, if I go by your standards, I’m the weakest man in the world
because I took all of my stepmother’s abuse.”
“You were a child,” she argued.
“And you were an employee they took advantage of,” Shane
replied.
“I signed the contract.”
“You were na?ve, not fucking weak.” Bay sounded grumpier
than usual.
Probably because he wanted to get straight to the sex, and
now they had to get creative.
The good news was dinner would wait, and while Shane might
not be known for his artistry, he could get real creative about this.
“I need you to understand that what we’re about to do to you
has nothing to do with you being weak and everything to do with you being rough
on yourself. I would never allow anyone to say those things about you,” Shane
said in a quiet but firm voice. “You are so lucky we’re not home because I
suspect I could find a hundred torture devices there. But don’t worry. I’ll
come up with something.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Torture?”
“Discipline,” Bay corrected. “Punishment. I do have one
thing. I was planning to plug you while we’re here. Since it’s going to take a
while and I don’t want to wait forever. I intended to ask you to wear it while
you’re working and then take it out later tonight. Now I wish I’d brought the
exotic lube.”
“I’ll be good with the regular lube, Bay.” She looked
slightly panicked, but Shane would bet she wasn’t thinking about how weak she
was now. “I want the plug. I want to be able to have you both. I’m sorry. I’m
still reeling. I’m very strong.”
Brat. “Not what I heard a few minutes ago. Now strip and
stand directly in the spotlight. I’ll be back, and I better see a lot of skin.”
He went backstage and sure enough, there was some rope. A
lot of it, actually. He selected the thinnest of the set and placed it on that