Chapter Seventeen #3
yourselves. I’m marrying an artist. It has some perks.” She bit her bottom lip,
her face flushing slightly as though she knew what was coming next.
He hadn’t made jewelry before. He looked forward to learning
how and the reason for it. Their wedding rings. Her engagement ring. They would
be created for her. The way he thought almost everything he created from now on
would be. All for her. She was his muse. His love. The amazing woman who could
handle both of them. “Deal.”
Then they could get to the good stuff. “Excellent. Take off
your clothes and get ready to serve your Masters.”
“But I thought I was the mistress tonight,” she said with a
bratty pout.
They were going to be a fluid trio. He wasn’t so tied up in
the Dom identity that he couldn’t let his sub play around with topping. He
wanted to try it. He wanted to try everything with her. But not tonight. “You
yelled today. So it’s funishment for you, and at the
end, you’ll get two cocks.”
It was time. Past time. He wanted them together the way they
were supposed to be.
But first he had to get her naked.
He moved in, looming over her and reaching for the bottom of
the tank top she wore over her tiny pajama shorts that made her legs look a
mile long. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she’d taken off all her makeup and
washed away the blood from earlier in the day. “You were magnificent today. You
were everything they needed you to be.”
Tears welled, but her shoulders came down. She clutched his
forearms. “I was scared, Bay. I should have gone after Shane.”
Shane moved in behind her, his hands on her hips. “No, you
shouldn’t have. Henry was coming. You did what we needed you to do. Brooke,
there’s a baby with your name now. You were a hero. You were…are my hero.”
Her head fell back against Shane’s shoulder. “I love you. It
took everything I had not to run to you.”
“I’m glad you followed that ex-secret agent’s orders,” Shane
whispered back. “He took care of me and you took care of Nell and Lucy Brooke.
I think that’s what it means to be family. I might not know much, but I know
that.”
“You are my family. You are part of this town.” She turned
and kissed Shane.
Bay leaned over and kissed the back of her neck. This felt
right and real. Sharing her with his best friend, his brother. They’d survived
so much together, and now they were here. Now she was here and they were a
family. One day, if she wanted, they would have kids and he would learn not
from his own parents, but the family he’d found here in Bliss. He would learn
how to be a father from Max and Rye and Henry. He would find his way because he
was going to love the hell out of all of them.
He pulled her top over her head and got his hands on her
breasts, her nipples hard against his palms. She needed tonight. She needed
them and what they could give her. She hadn’t gotten all the stress of the day
out and turned the anxiety into joy.
That was his goal for the night.
He got her out of her panties. “Get on the bench. It’s time
to begin.”
* * * *
Brooke was completely overwhelmed with emotion. It
was almost too much. Almost.
They were here and alive, and Shane didn’t hate her for
staying in the barn. They didn’t blame her for needing more time or for not
being a hundred percent sure of anything but them. They weren’t leaving her.
She needed this far more than she’d imagined.
The afternoon had been calm, with them taking care of her
and making sure she had everything she needed. The interviews with Nate and the
other officials had been nothing more than an intellectual recitation of the
events she’d endured. They’d even taken her to the clinic to visit Nell and
Henry and their new baby. Lucy Brooke was doing well. The baby seemed perfect,
showing no signs that her traumatic birth touched her in any way.
She’d talked to her brothers, and Rachel and Paige and the
boys had hugged her and told her how brave she’d been. She’d sat in their
kitchen and drank iced tea and had dinner while Bay and Shane talked to her
brothers.
Like being faced with a ton of dead bodies was normal.
But now Brooke realized she’d pushed it down and she needed
to set that fear free or she could drown in it.
The good news was she was finally in her completely safe
place. She was finally with her men.
Right time. Right men. Right place. Bliss. She needed some
of that, and now she realized she didn’t have to live here full time for this
place to be home. It would always be her home, and one day when they were tired
of roaming and ready to build a family, they would do it here.
She lay her cheek on the padded bench, her arms and legs
stretched out and her ass in the air, waiting for the first smack of a
masculine hand against her skin. The air felt charged, but this time with all
the sweet things of the earth. Pain that morphed into pleasure. The good
release of all the fear and rage she’d felt earlier to make room for peace and
love and joy. For all the things they brought her.
“Do you know how much I love you?” Bay caressed her backside
with his big hand.
“We love you,” Shane corrected. He stood beside his brother.
Her head was tilted so she could see them in the mirror that
ran along one side of the playroom. Her men were big and muscular, and both
their cocks were hard, pressed against the pants they wore. She wanted to touch
them, but she also knew she needed what they were about to give her.
“You love me so much you’ll leave with me if I need to go.”
She knew that now. The tears she was certain would only come from spanking were
showing up as simple emotion.
“We go where you go, baby.” Shane’s fingers trailed down her
spine. “Even if that means walking into New York City. Though I suspect you’re
going to have to upgrade our wardrobes. I’ve thought about this. We can go
thrifting and…”
She reached up and took his hand even as she heard Bay
getting into place. “No New York. We’re going to LA for a while, but I think we
should make Bliss our base. We’ll find a cabin we can afford and set up studio
space for Bay and a design room for me. Beth and Hale can help us if we need
renovations. I suspect we’re about to have a moneybags in our midst.”
Bay snorted. “Or it can all crash and burn. We’ll make it
work, baby. I think Shane’s going to be comfortable on film sets. I don’t know
how much we need to upgrade our wardrobe, but you should understand that if
this thing goes well and I start making real money, you and Shane are going to
have to decide what to do with it. I don’t know how to invest for shit.”
He would hand it over to them, trust her and Shane to watch
out for him. For their family.
“I think we can handle it.” She knew a couple of guys who
were experts at handling money. They could have their dream cabin and get to
see a whole lot of the world if she had her way. She stroked Shane’s cock
through the pajama bottoms he still wore. “Are you going to handle me tonight?”
He hissed but allowed her to stroke that hard cock of his.
“I assure you, we can take care of you. We plotted and planned all day how to
take care of you at night.”
“And in the morning,” Bay said. “Do you want to see what
happens when I smack her ass and she’s holding on to your dick, brother? It
could be fun.”
Shane chuckled and stepped back, his eyes warm. “No. I’ll
forgo that experiment. This is about her. She had a day. Baby, I think we need
you to cry for us.”
The first slap hit her with the force of a storm, the smack
cracking through the air before the actual pain hit. When it did, it felt like
heat when before she’d been so cold. The pain raced along her skin, going
straight to her pussy as it settled into her muscles.
It sent shivers down her spine, lighting up her skin even in
the places he didn’t touch.
This wasn’t about them. It was all about her. It was about
giving her the safe place she needed to let it out.
“Tell me how you felt,” Bay ordered. “When the trucks pulled
up and you realized what was happening, how did you feel?”
“Small. I felt so small and weak,” she admitted. “So scared
that I was going to lose Shane and then that I wouldn’t be able to do what
Henry asked of me. That I would be the reason he lost Nell and their baby, and
I would lose my friend Lucy.”
Shane knelt down. The spanking bench was designed so her
chest was supported but her breast dangled. Shane’s hands went under her body,
and she expected to feel him cup her but instead his fingers twisted one of her
nipples, making her gasp and squirm as Bay spanked her again.
“But you didn’t. You didn’t lose anyone. They lost. They
came for us and you stood your ground. You were everything we needed you to
be,” Shane said, his voice strong.
She had been strong. She had. She’d done what it took to
protect the people she loved, and now she could cry it all out. Now she got to
acknowledge how much she could have lost and in doing so accept all the bounty
of love she was given.
The pain rained down on her as they pushed all of her
boundaries. Shane continued to torture her nipples as Bay lubed up a plug and
worked it inside between smacks to her cheeks and the backs of her thighs. The
deeply intimate sensation of the plug fucking her ass while Bay spanked her and
Shane twisted her nipples nearly fried her brain. Tears dripped from her eyes
even as she could feel her pussy getting ripe and ready.
The events of the day finally came flooding out of her.
She’d held it in, but she was safe now. She didn’t have to be strong. Her men
would hold her and make it all better. They would never leave her so she could
be everything she was, keeping nothing back. The torrent of emotion was
unleashed.
“That’s right, baby.” Shane kissed her cheek, his hands soft
on her breast now. “Get it out. Don’t leave that poison in your system.”
Fear and anxiety were poison if left to simmer too long, if
not faced and dealt with. She would likely always have dreams of that man
walking in to kill them all, but when she called out, she would wake and find
herself warm and safe between her men.
It was all right.
She cried as the pain turned to pleasure when Bay’s hand
moved between her legs and he found her clit. The plug was deep inside her body
now, and she could feel the jangly sensation of it as he started to press a
thumb on her clitoris, a couple of fingers entering her soaking wet pussy.
It wasn’t more than a few minutes before she came, the
orgasm mingling with the sweet ache in her ass and her nipples, reminders that
she was alive and loved.
“You were perfect,” Bay was saying. She felt him moving
behind her.
Shane managed to kiss her, sending his tongue deep and
stroking her own even as she came down from the high of their discipline.
Despite the recent orgasm, her whole body went on alert,
ready for what they’d been promising her forever.
They were going to take her. Together.
“Relax, baby,” Shane whispered between kisses. “He’s going
to play with you and then we’ll move you to the bed. I want you to ride Bay. I
want him to be your stallion.”
He was her everything. Him and his brother.
She groaned as Bay rimmed her asshole, and then the plug was
sliding out and in again. He did it over and over until she was certain she
couldn’t take another minute.
“Hold on tight, baby,” Shane said before he gently turned
her over and picked her up.
He carried her to the bed, and she was ready to become
theirs.