Loving, Kansas 3
Queen of Clubs
A cowboy, a firefighter, and a cop walk into a bar. Each buy a couple of beers and head upstairs. The Tuesday Night BDSM Poker Club is about to commence.
As the owner of the Tavern, Hannah Roberts knows what goes on upstairs during the Tuesday night BDSM Poker Club meetings. Despite that, she has fallen in serious lust for Brody and
Drew, the last two single members of the club.
Brody Markham and Drew Pate have been watching over and protecting Hannah since before she became the owner of the Tavern. They want her for their third, but aren’t sure she can handle what they’re looking for.
Can Hannah learn to play cards well enough to win at strip poker? Can the divorced Tavern owner find a happily ever after of her own when her ex is threatening everything she holds dear? Will her men be able to save her from whoever burned down her cottage?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 31,620 words
QUEEN OF CLUBS
Loving, Kansas 3
Cooper McKenzie
MENAGE AMOUR
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QUEEN OF CLUBS
Copyright © 2015 by Cooper McKenzie
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
About the Author
Letter to Readers
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QUEEN OF CLUBS
Loving, Kansas 3
COOPER MCKENZIE
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
At eight o’clock on the third Tuesday night in March, the Tavern’s front door opened, and three men walked in. Each man wore jeans with boots and heavy coats, and carried a long duffel bag over one shoulder. One of them said something that had all three men laughing. No doubt the latest bit of town gossip that Hannah Roberts had already heard from three different sources that evening. As soon as she saw them, she reached into the cooler and set three bottles of beer and three bottles of water on the bar.
“Have a good game,” she said with a bright smile as each man claimed two bottles. Though she had been awake since before dawn, just seeing these men lifted her spirits out of the brooding deep navy spectrum they had been in for most of the past week.
The men chuckled in response. Though all were big, muscular, gorgeous, and had invisible “I am Dom” signs hanging over their heads, it was Brody Markham who she had a hard time tearing her gaze from.
“You know we always do, sweetie,” Brody Markham replied with a wink and a grin.
Hannah’s pussy clenched painfully hard in response as he followed the others toward the staircase in the middle of the room. She watched his tight ass in those body-hugging jeans until he disappeared up the stairs and out of sight.
She knew they were heading to their room at the end of the hall. The room they had rented for the last two years for their every other Tuesday night fun and games. Setting her mental clock for five minutes, she scanned the room to see if anyone else needed her attention.
Tanya, the Tavern’s weeknight waitress, was home with a sick baby, and Manny had already closed the kitchen for the evening, so it was up to her to keep the customers happy. Thankfully, the handful of regulars present understood her situation and would go easy in their demands. Most had been coming to the Tavern since long before she had taken over ownership after her grandfather’s death two years before. Most had a hard time not just waiting on themselves and leaving too much money on the register. Those were the ones who had watched her grow up.
As the last seconds of five minutes wound down, the front door opened again. Three more men walked in. Reaching into the cooler again, she set the same six bottles on the table. She greeted this trio with the same smile as she had the previous three as they claimed their drinks then headed upstairs.
These men were just as masculine and gorgeous as the others, but their auras screamed submissive. With this threesome, it was Brody’s partner, the uber-cute Drew Pate, who held her attention. She did not know if it was his long curly black hair, or the gold hoop that hung from his left ear that pulled at her more. Whatever it was, whenever he was in the room, she had a hard time looking away.
She was surprised Kinsey and Kyra were not with them, but in the past months, it had become apparent that the women who had joined this close knit group only came to every other game.
Though all six men were hot and sexy, there was somethin
g about Brody and Drew that set her body to tingling every time she saw them. They were a committed gay couple, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she?
Hannah glanced at the clock and once again set her internal timer, this time for one hour and fifty-five minutes, when she would take the platter of sandwiches Manny had left in the refrigerator upstairs. She did not need to think about what was going on in the upstairs room where the Tuesday Night Poker Club was now in session, though she was the only one who knew more than cards would be played.
She might be a small town born and raised, twenty-seven-year-old, plus-size divorcee, but she was also widely read and possessed a very active imagination. Her favorite books were erotic romance stories with gay couples, triads with two men and a woman, and BDSM themes. It had taken her about a second and a half after seeing the room once the six men had finished decorating and moving in to recognize that they would be playing BDSM games as well as poker.
Carter Jackson and Finn Miller had expanded their twosome to include Kyra Hansen, while Drake Fuller and Logan Williams were now involved with Kinsey Smith. The games continued as usual, but the nights the women were not present, their men left early. Those were the nights Hannah had a hard time staying downstairs. It took everything in her not to go upstairs, knock on the door and beg Brody and Drew to see her as more than the owner of the only watering hole in Loving, Kansas.
She wanted to belong to them like Kyra belonged to Carter and Finn, and Kinsey belonged to Drake and Logan. At five foot four and a hundred-eighty pounds, she was an overly curvy, pear-shaped woman who would never get a first glance from men like Brody and Drew, much less an invitation into their bed.
It had taken years, but she had learned to appreciate her abundant curves, her too straight, medium brown hair, and her funny brown eyes with their green and gold circles around the outer edges. She even accepted that during her limited free time she would rather curl up and read than go into town to the gym and sweat. This was just who she was.
* * * *
Drew muttered another string of curses as he tossed yet another losing hand to the center of the table. He had never had such a streak of bad luck. Hearing a grunt, he looked across the table to see Brody frowning at him. That frown told him he had earned a few additional punishment strokes once the Masters got tired of playing cards and turned to the fun portion of the evening.
Though he wanted to argue his shit playing was Master’s fault, Drew bit his bottom lip and remained silent. Pointing out the obvious would only earn him more strokes. Or something worse.
After the next hand, where he lost yet again, Brody’s expression darkened even further. It was time to pay the piper. Drew shifted in his chair as his already steel-hard cock twitched with horny excitement at the same time his balls inched closer to his body in fear. He reacted this same way at this point in every one of their poker game evenings. He much preferred to see Master’s smile, to see the loving shining in his eyes, to hear his words of approval. This frown and Master’s shuttered green eyes filled him with trepidation as it did each time he disappointed the love of his life.
“That’s it for us. If we don’t get started now, we’ll never get out of here,” Brody said as he tossed his own hand onto the table.
Drew handed the rest of the deck to Carter on his left, then rose from his seat. He never knew how Brody would make the transition from card games to sex games, so he took a breath, relaxed, and waited for his Master’s order.
“Dance for us, babe,” Brody ordered without looking at him.
Instead, he, Master Jackson, and Master Drake began sorting and trading slips of paper containing their submissives’ IOUs. The three couples were exclusive so whatever wagers the slave lost to the other Masters were returned back to his dominant so that all IOUs were paid between lovers. The game had grown more complicated when they started using favors as bets instead of money, but nowadays everyone enjoyed the second half of the evening almost as much as they did the card games.
Without a word, Drew stood and walked around the table to his Master’s side. After kicking off his shoes, he placed them under Brody’s chair. He then moved to the corner of the room to the small boom box with its stack of sexy, new agey CDs. Feeling mellow from a productive day of writing, as well as the anticipation of what was to come, he pulled out his favorite Tim Janus CD. Putting it on, he cued up his favorite track, stepped back, and waited for the music to begin.
Once the music started, he began to move. Turning, he kept his gaze on Brody as he danced around the room, pulling off one piece of clothing and then another, each of which ended up under Master’s chair as well. His long black hair flew around his head as he twirled, blinding him for a moment when he stopped as the strands whipped around to cover his face.
Finally, there was nothing left to remove except the gold necklace, which he would never take off. In the five years since he had become Brody’s slave, it had been taken from his body one time, when he had to have his appendix removed. Brody had taken it off of him before he was put under, and as soon as he was put into his room to recover, Brody put it back on him.
The gold Saint Michael’s medal had been a gift to Brody from his mother at his graduation from the police academy. She had been certain the patron saint of police officers would keep her son safe. He had placed it around Drew’s neck as a reminder, not only was he Brody’s best friend and lover, he was also his slave.
As the song ended, he knelt before his Master and leaned down to rest his forehead on the floor between Brody’s cowboy boots. He worked to catch his breath as he waited for his next order.
“Sit up, babe,” Brody said softly.
Drew raised his upper body, resting on his heels, and shifting automatically into his kneeling slave position. His erect cock bobbed between his widespread legs. A moment later, Master’s hand slipped around the back of his skull. He pushed his fingers through Drew’s hair before fisting the strands and tilting Drew’s head back.
Meeting Master’s grass-green eyes, Drew’s already hard cock twitched at the hunger he read there. Master then palmed the large bulge that pushed at the fly of his jeans.
“Put on your cuffs.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And prepare yourself. I plan to use you so well that you won’t be able to walk when we leave here.” With that Brody leaned down and kissed him, long, hard, and deep, using teeth, lips, and tongue.
Once Master broke the kiss, Drew crawled to their toy bag and retrieved his wrist and ankle cuffs. Once they were in place, he returned and resumed his kneeling position. His mind and body were shifting gears, readying for whatever Master had planned for the evening.
He was surprised that while he was preparing himself, Brody had opened his jeans and shoved them down his hips far enough to free his cock and balls. Drew stared at the straining cock that rested against his lower belly nearly to his naval. He licked his lips in anticipation of sucking the long, thick shaft and swallowing down Master’s seed.
Brody looked from the slips of paper he held in one hand to Drew with a smile that sent a shiver down Drew’s spine. It was the smile that told Drew he was contemplating administering both pain and pleasure in the hours to come. And it would be hours. “Suck me off while I figure out how we’re going to deal with all these IOUs of yours.”
“Yes, Master.”
Drew crawled forward until the tip of his nose brushed against the underside of Brody’s cock. Tilting his head forward, he brushed his lips back and forth across the head, earning a sharp inhalation of breath from the man sitting above him. He smiled to himself as he licked his way down to the root of the cock and beyond. He swirled the flat of his tongue over each ball before kissing and nibbling his way up the underside of the long, thick cock. When he reached the top again, he took the head of Brody’s cock between his lips.
He heard the others talking as the game continued without them, though the topic of conversation did not sink in. He did not care what they were t
alking about. He was where he wanted to be, where he loved to be. The only thing that would make it even more special would be if Hannah were there with them.
That thought sent another shiver through him and he lapped harder on Master’s cock. Then he dropped his jaw and relaxed his throat when Brody’s hips began to thrust upward, driving his cock deeper into Drew’s mouth. He pushed away all thoughts and concentrated solely on the task before him.
Hopefully, giving Master this pleasure would ease his mood so that maybe Drew would be able to sit in front of his computer to write in the morning. Otherwise, he would have to move his office to the kitchen island so he could write standing up.
Master’s hand pulling his hair and growling deep in his chest as he came brought him back to the here and now. He smiled around Master’s cock, swallowing quickly to keep from losing a drop of Master’s release. Once his orgasm subsided, Drew gently cleaned the flesh and held it in his mouth as Master recovered. Only when Brody patted his head did Drew release the cock, sit back, and lick his lips.
“Mmmm, good boy,” Brody said as Drew pressed his fingertips into his thighs to keep from grabbing his own cock and stroking the few times it would take to get himself off. “Now, let’s see about settling your debt.”
Chapter Two
“Is he all right?” Hannah asked as she wiped down the seat of the last stool before setting it on top of the long, wooden bar. The Tavern had been closed for almost an hour, but she never bothered the boys when they were upstairs. If she finished before they did, they knew how to let themselves out the back door, which would lock automatically.
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