Winterland Daddies (Second Chance Ranch Book 1)

by Rayanna Jamison

  With a kiss to her cold cheek, I shut the door, and jogged over to Blake. "What do you think?"

  "I think I'm going to kill them both," he muttered. I glared. More of the same, and it was less than helpful.

  "Okay, okay. Nan woke up. She's groggy and cold but recognized me and seemed coherent. She says her head hurts, and her back is a little sore, but she seems to think she can climb out of there, if we help her. Either that, or we call for help and wait an hour for it to get here."

  I shook my head. "Merry is freezing. They both need medical attention, and the storm is only going to get worse. We're a mile from the hospital. Let's just get them there and then, hopefully, get them home before we end up stuck here in town until the storm passes."

  Without waiting for Blake to respond, I hopped through the open driver's side door, balancing myself with one hand on the interior roof. "Hey there, Nan. Got yourself in a bit of a pickle, did ya?"

  Nan smiled with her eyes, but her mouth was set in a grimace of pain. "I wasn't worried. I knew my boys would find me."

  Nodding, I grabbed her hand and tried to help her into a kneeling position that would allow her to crawl out. "All you have to do, Nan, is get from here to the driver's side and then Blake will grab you. Do you think you can do that?"

  "Boy, the day I can't crawl a few feet is the day you can put me in the ground," she snarked, slapping my hand away.

  Nodding to myself, I grinned. Nan was going to be just fine. I awkwardly assisted her in crawling past me, and she did so, grumbling the entire time. "You tell Blake not to be too hard on Merry, you hear me? It was all my fault, anyway. I'm getting to be a right bad influence in my old age, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

  "Oh, I know it," I snarked back, with a hand on her back to firmly brace her as Blake attempted to lift her out. I did not doubt a single word she said. Once Nan got something in her mind, it was best to just give in, because you wouldn't get a single moment of peace until you did. It was one of her more annoying traits, but also one of her more endearing ones. After all, that was precisely how Merry ended up here. A long line of things Nan wouldn't give up on had carved the way.

  Once she was safely ensconced in the front seat of Blake's truck with Merry, I did a quick comb of the vehicle, grabbing both of their purses and the spilled contents.

  Blake's horn blared, and I shook my head to clear it, continuing my task in a hurry. Right now, we needed to get these girls checked out and get them home.

  Grasping both purses by their handles, I pulled the keys out of the ignition, locked the doors, and hopped out.

  Chapter 9

  Merry

  "Merry, stop messing around! It's time to go." Slade's voice was kind and cajoling.

  Blake's was not so much. "Meredith Rose, you get your butt out here, right this minute. You are already in so much trouble, baby girl. Believe me, when I say you do not want to make it worse."

  I groaned from my hiding place in the hall closet. Believe it or not, trouble was not the thing I was currently hiding from, although it might very well be, later. No, what I was currently hiding from were the two domineering ogres who were bound and determined to take me to get my stitches out, something I did not want to do. Getting them in had been hard enough, at least I had been semi in shock after the accident and just so grateful to be safe and found, that I hadn't put up too much of a fuss. That was last week. This was now.

  "Merry, honey, c'mon out here. These boys don't look like they are messing around. Besides, they won't let me start my Christmas baking until you've been to the doctor, and we're already a week behind. After you get your stitches out, Blake promised we could go to the market and finally get that darned icing and even a few new cookie cutters. Now, let's get a move on, I want to be back before my soaps start."

  That was the thing that finally coaxed me out of the closet. I hadn't been here but a week, and I already knew that standing between Nan and her soaps was the cardinal sin you could commit in this house. Slowly, I eased the door open, intending to tiptoe out quietly. All three faces came into view. I saw Nan's soft expectant smile and Blake's hard stare, and heard Slade's easy laugh. I gulped. "I was just joking around, Sir," I whimpered, going straight into his arms.

  "Such a little jokester my baby girl is. Jokes on other people's time don't pay, baby girl. You'll have lots to answer for, tonight."

  "Don't remind me." I groaned, pushing out of his arms and into the safety of Slade's embrace. They had agreed to wait to discuss my taking Nan out in the storm, until my stitches were out, and the doctor said I was good to go. My ass had been thankful for the break, but waiting had been the pits, especially with Blake reminding me daily how much trouble I was in.

  "Truck, now, young lady. March." Slade's stern voice sent shivers down my spine and let me know I had probably gone too far.

  I sighed and allowed myself to be led out to the truck. Acting like a child and hiding wasn't my usual M.O., but I really hated doctors.

  "The least you could do is bribe me with something fun afterward, like sushi, but nooo, Nan gets new cookie cutters, and I get a spanking. So not fair."

  "That's right, baby girl, and don't you forget it." Blake was such a sadist. Secretly, I loved it. Loved to hate it, anyway.

  Blake

  I had no sooner unpacked the car and gotten Nan settled in front of the television just in time for her daily soap line up, than I looked at Merry and pointed up the stairs. "My room. Now."

  Merry knew better than to disobey a direct order, and she trudged sullenly up the stairs, resigned to her fate, with Slade and me close on her heels.

  I closed and locked the door behind us, and Merry perched on the edge of my bed, gazing up at us sheepishly. This was, I knew, the point in the process where she would try to talk us out of it, starting with Slade.

  I had to bite back a laugh, when that was exactly what she did. Man, she was a charmer, and she knew how to play him like a fiddle. Her long lashes fluttered, and her bottom lip quivered slightly as she blinked up at him with soulful eyes. Even I had to admit it was adorable. "Daddy, I promise I've already learned my lesson. I won't do it again," she cried, flinging herself dramatically into his arms. Laughing silently over her head, Slade looked at me for help. I was more than happy to provide it.

  "And what, exactly, is it that you won't do again, baby girl?" I asked sharply, whirling her around to face me.

  Her mouth worked like a fish forced to the surface, gasping for air. "Oh, I, uh, all of it?" She smiled sweetly, attempting to turn her charms on me.

  "Nice try," I retorted. "But you put my girls in danger. You knew it was wrong, and you did it anyway."

  "Nan made me!" she cried, grasping for straws. "I didn't want to go, but I couldn't let her go alone! And she wouldn't let me say no! She manipulated me. But she's too old to get spanked. It's not fair."

  "Little girl." Slade stepped in. "Nan's powers of persuasion are neither here nor there. You are going to stop arguing and start obeying. You'll take responsibility for your bad decisions and accept your punishment. Take your spanking like a good girl, and maybe later, you'll get a reward."

  "That's what you said last time," she pouted. "But I didn't get rewarded ever, only scolded."

  "Because you were very naughty before we even got a chance," I explained patiently. "Stop stalling. This is your last warning. Remove your jeans, and bend over the bed. This is not the Merry show. We will tell you how this is going to go, not the other way around, capiche?"

  She finally obeyed, quite petulantly, with her cute lower lip tucked into a permanent pout. When her milky white heart-shaped ass came into view, I couldn't help but let forth a deep growl of appreciation. A week's delay in our plans had not been on the agenda, and we had a lot of ground to cover. All I wanted to cover was that ass with my cock. Later. Much later. Slates needed to be wiped clean, grievances aired, and ground rules laid. Sometimes, being a Dom was a pain in the ass.

  I took off my belt an
d handed it to Slade, watching as she took position across the edge of the bed, with her cute little butt in the air, just the way I liked it.

  "Why are you in trouble, baby girl, bent over your Dom's bed, with your Daddy about to take my belt to you?"

  "Because you are both unreasonable asshats!"

  "Wrong answer." Slade beat me to the punch, smacking her bare, exposed backside with the tip of the belt, before my hand got there.

  "You trying to pile on some more trouble, baby girl? I'd advise against it. Now, try your answer again, and get it right, this time."

  "Because I went out in a storm and put Nan and myself both in danger. I should have stood my ground and told her no."

  "Better," I purred, reaching over to grab a handful of that sweet ass. "I'm going to let Daddy take the lead on this one, because Daddies don't take well to little girls who put themselves in danger, but you can bet your sweet little behind that I will get my turn before this is over, baby girl."

  Her whole body shuddered in response as I watched with satisfaction. I squeezed her ass, one last time, and then stepped aside to let Slade work. The leather snapped in Slade's hands, and even I flinched at the loud cracking sound it made. Backing up to give Slade room, I leaned against the dresser and watched.

  "I understand, little one, that all the blame does not fall on you, here. But you are the one who belongs to us and answers to us. And, that is exactly what you are going to do."

  "Yes, Daddy." Her whimper was almost unintelligible.

  "I take safety matters very seriously, little girl. You're about to find out just how much." I sighed as I watched, almost feeling Merry's frustration from across the room. Everything in her body language seemed to scream at him to just get on with it, already. I was beginning to feel the same. Once we finished the main course, we could move on to dessert, and that was where my mind was.

  The first crack of the belt against bare skin was music to my ears. As was the shriek that followed. Slade was not starting lightly or easing her in, today.

  "What if something had happened to you? Or to Nan? How would you feel? How would Blake and I feel? You are the two most important people in our lives." The belt cracked five times across her skin while he spoke, and before he finished, the room filled with quiet sobs.

  "Your irresponsibility caused you to end up with stitches, baby girl. The welts from my belt will fade, but that scar will be an ever present reminder of this night and what happens to little girls who put themselves and others in danger." Slade's speech never wavered, even as the belt beat a steady rhythm across her sit spots with a speed and precision that had even me wincing.

  "Yesss, Daddy." The words fell from her lips in a quiet hiss of pain. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I'll make better decisions!" she cried desperately.

  "Let's just make sure that you keep that promise. Ten more."

  She didn't respond but willed herself still, grabbing the bedcovers for comfort, and braced herself.

  I watched in awe, as the belt landed ten times in a minute, as Merry lay there writhing under his ministrations. After the last one landed, Slade dropped the belt on the floor and gathered her into his arms for a cuddle. I watched with disinterest. For me, aftercare ran more along the lines of allowing her to kneel at my feet or suck my cock while I grabbed her hair by the handful. That was precisely why Slade had his say first. Sometimes, a more tender brand of aftercare was called for.

  Catching my eye, Slade motioned me over, and when I sat on the bed beside them, he hoisted Merry off his lap and into the empty seat between us. It was time to lay our cards on the table, once more.

  "Meredith, do you know what it means when you accept our discipline?" I questioned seriously.

  "That, for some absurd reason, deep down, I really love having my ass beat?" she answered, grinning mischievously.

  "Watch your mouth, little girl," Slade growled, low in his throat. "Before I go find a bar of soap."

  "We're trying to talk to you, Merry. Please don't make it more difficult than it has to be, and just answer the question."

  "I don't know how." She shrugged.

  "It means that you are ours. We know we are moving kind of fast. We know that you were never asked and that you were certainly not expecting this outcome. But, what we want to know, baby girl, before we go much further with anything, is that you want to be ours, both of ours, and that you understand what it means."

  She shrugged again. "That you both want to spank me and Dom me, and you won't be jealous, and I won't have to choose?"

  "It means all of those things, yes." I cupped her face and turned her head so that she had no choice but to look at me while I continued my explanation. "It means that some things will be the same as they were. Slade will be your Daddy, and I will be your Dom, just like before. But the difference is, of course, that we are both aware of the other's role in your life, now. Sometimes, he will think you deserve a punishment, and sometimes, I will, but we will both handle it together, always. It means, baby girl, that your body belongs to both of us. We will fuck your sweet holes any time we please, and if we ask you to do something sexually or otherwise, you will do it, no questions asked. And, in turn, we will reward you whenever it is appropriate, by nibbling on your sweet little pussy or playing with you until you come over and over again, until you can't handle it anymore. Sometimes, it means I will bend you over and fuck your ass, while Slade fucks you from the front."

  "I'm sorry, you want to fuck me where?"

  Her innocence was endearing, and I chuckled at her wide eyes and open mouth. "I will fuck you anywhere I please, baby girl. The sooner you understand that, the better." Merry looked at me, her whole body frozen in tension.

  "Safe word!" she cried.

  I gaped at her and shot Slade a questioning look over her head.

  "What?"

  "Safe word," she repeated, talking faster than I knew was possible. "I don't have one, and I really think I should. Because, here's the thing—a week ago, I lost my virginity and, now, you're sitting here talking about fucking me in the ass and both holes at once, and I just think this is moving faster than I anticipated. I'm starting to feel like I got in way over my head."

  I stared at her blankly as the magnitude of her words set in, jumping to my feet when they did. "Hold up, hold up. Wait just a damn minute here. What do you mean, you lost your virginity last week? To him?" Incredulously, I pointed at Slade, who was still sitting on the bed, looking rather dumbfounded.

  "To me?" he repeated numbly.

  Shyly, with a blush creeping up her cheeks, Merry nodded. "I want you both. I want this. I'm happy. I just…I felt like you needed to know that I'm a little overwhelmed. Trying to be transparent with my feelings and all that," she expounded, using one of Slade's favorite phrases.

  "A little overwhelmed?" Slade cried, finally jumping up. "A virgin? Holy hell. Holy hell. I did not see that coming."

  Watching the scene unfold, I shook my head. Poor Slade. He was going to take this hard. I was going to have to be the voice of reason in the room.

  "Baby girl," I began, sitting beside her, once more, and taking her hand. "First of all, thank you for telling us and for being honest about your feelings."

  Silently, looking worried, Merry nodded.

  "I am so sorry. There isn't much else I can say, other than that. Of course, we will take your experience and feelings into consideration. Our job is to keep you safe and protected, including from our own mistakes. Please forgive us."

  "Of course." She looked shocked at my asking her forgiveness. "I'm okay, guys, really."

  I shook my head. "Slade, can I see you outside for a minute?"

  Slade

  I nodded to answer Blake's question, and we jetted out of the room in a hurry. A virgin. A fucking virgin.

  Neither of us spoke a word until we were safely out of earshot. Then I exploded. "Man, we fucked up!"

  Blake shook his head, regarding me with concern. "Pull yourself together, man. And don't
beat yourself up. You get on Merry for doing it, and I'll get on you just the same."

  "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who deflowered her!"

  Blake burst into raucous laughter. "Deflowered? Man, what century are you from, anyway?"

  I glared at him. "This is serious."

  "It's not ideal. But I'm certain that it's not as big a deal as you are making it. You heard her. She's okay."

  Anger and shame filled me, as I remembered the way I had taken her. Roughly and with no consideration. "No, Blake it's not okay. I'm her Daddy. We have been so worried and so focused on making sure she wanted to stay after the holiday, that we rushed shit, and we fucked up bigtime. Don't you see?"

  "All I see is you being way too into your head. Yes, we fucked up. Yes, we could have handled it better. For the record, though, she and I did not do anything we had not done before."

  "Right. Of course. So it's all on me."

  "That's not what I said," Blake growled, the look on his face one I had not seen in ages.

  "Daddies are supposed to be thoughtful. Gentle. Loving. What I did was none of those things. It was selfish and thoughtless and just plain vile."

  "Vile? Slade, man, you need a chill pill. I'm glad I got you out of there. I could tell you were about to implode."

  The truth was, I was glad he had, too, but just as I finally started to calm down, I remembered something, and all I wanted was to be back in there, calm or not. I didn't care. "Follow me," I growled, pulling the door open and storming down the hallway.

  I heard Blake mutter, "What the hell?" as he chased after me, and I knew I was about to make a big mess, but I didn't care. I pushed open the door to Blake's room and entered with wild abandon. Merry was sitting on the bed with big tears streaming down her face. My gut instinct was to take her in my arms, wipe her tears, beg forgiveness, and kiss everything better, but I shoved it down. My question was far more pressing.