Oak, Sophie - Siren in the City [Texas Siren 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Sophie Oak

She shrugged. “Yeah, well I just like the sex part. And Jack is going to see someone about his post traumatic stress disorder. I’ll go with him.”

  “I don’t see what the problem is.” Sam snuggled closer to Abby. The bed was huge, but they weren’t taking up much of it. They were pressed together as though none of them wanted any space. Sam stared at Jack over Abby’s head. “I don’t think about that day the crazy lady tried to shoot Abby but got you instead. It was an awful day. When it does cross my mind, I turn it around and think about something nice, like Abby’s pussy. I just take a deep breath and picture it in my mind. It’s my happy place.”

  “Don’t you ever tell a psychiatrist that, Sam,” Abby said, laughing “She’ll have you in sex addict rehab.”

  Sam shuddered at the thought. “I don’t want to be rehabbed. I’m only addicted to having sex with you and Jack. And Abby needs the Dom thing for more than just sex. You told her she shouldn’t be so hard on herself when she thought she was fat, and now she won’t eat.”

  Abby pushed at Sam. “Tattletale.”

  Jack flipped her over. That was one thing they would have out here and now. “If I ever hear you talking that way again, Abigail Barnes, you will be lashed to a whipping chair so fast it will make your head spin. I’m sorry I’ve been neglectful, but I won’t have you talk bad about something I love. And you will eat every bite I order for you tomorrow, is that understood?”

  She nodded. Her eyes were soft and submissive. “Why is your brother here?”

  He sighed inwardly. Her big doe eyes pulled him in every time. Leo was totally right about her, and he knew there wasn’t a thing he would do about it. He was crazy about her just the way she was. And he owed them both an honest explanation. “He’s here to blackmail me.”

  Sam was half asleep. “Seriously? What’s he got on us?”

  Jack stared at his lazy partner. He really should be a little more upset. “He’s promising to out me as his father’s love child, and then he intends to expose our ménage lifestyle.”

  “That’s nice,” Sam said.

  But Abby sat straight up in bed. Her mouth was a perfect O. Jack felt his whole soul sink. She’d had to deal with a lot of contempt in her lifetime. He hated the fact that he might be the reason for more.

  “Abby, I’m so sorry.” He would take care of this. He would make sure she wasn’t hurt.

  “I’m going to be on television,” she said tremulously. She nodded and her smile lit up the room. “I’m going to have to find something to wear.”

  “Abby?”

  Sam snorted, but his eyes stayed closed. “Neither one of us cares, Jack. Let him tell the world. We don’t give a shit.”

  Abby slapped him playfully. “I do. I’m totally going to be on all the talk shows as the woman in the middle of two cattlemen. Do you have any idea how big this story could be? Ménage is very hot right now. I’ll do Ellen. I might do Rachel Ray, too. And Regis and Kelly.”

  Jack shook his head and reluctantly rolled out of bed. He wanted to stay with them, cuddle, and sleep. “Now I can’t let him tell our story because I don’t want to lose our wife to the talk show circuit.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “I’ll come back to bed, but I have something to do.”

  She frowned at him. “It better have something to do with practicing, Jackson Barnes. You are not touching me with that whip until you’re comfortable with it again.”

  He grinned. “I promise to practice, darlin’. You never know, you might like it, Abby. We might end up coming back here because you like coming in public. God, Sam, she was so freaking wet.”

  “She’s a pervert. That’s why we married her.”

  Jack stared down at them, completely heedless of his own nudity. The sight of them cuddled up in bed together warmed him. He wanted nothing more than to sleep close to them, but he needed to get some practice in. He had no intention of hurting either one of them. A thought suddenly leapt to mind. He needed to do some other prep work, too. He thought Abby might like to help him on that piece of work.

  “Sam,” Jack made his voice deep. Sam immediately responded. His eyes opened, and he sat up, giving Jack his full attention. “You understand what’s going to happen tomorrow night?”

  He nodded. “I’ve seen you work with a whip before, Jack. I’m not worried.”

  “I was talking about the fact that I intend to fuck you tomorrow night, Sam.”

  Sam’s face flushed, and Jack was pretty sure he’d just gone hard again. He concealed a smile. Getting Sam hot was as fun as watching Abby writhe. Sam took a deep breath. “Okay.”

  “You need to be ready.”

  Sam’s slow smile did something to Jack’s insides. Maybe Sam wasn’t the only one getting hot. “I’m ready, Jack.”

  Jack shook his head. “No, you’re not. You know I don’t ever take a lover anally without careful preparation.”

  Abby was the first to realize what he was saying. Her lovely face went blank, and then an expression that could only be described as great joy swept over her. She clapped her hands. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this day? Can I pick it out? I really think I should be the one to do it.”

  Sam’s face was a mask of horror. “Jack, you can’t be serious. Come on, I can take it. I don’t need to walk around for hours with a plug up my ass.”

  Jack shook his head as he walked out the door. He needed to get dressed. “You will, Sam. I won’t treat you any differently than I treated our wife. I love you, Sam. I won’t have you hurt. Abby, you’re in charge of that. I’ve got to go practice.”

  Jack got dressed, laughing as his lovers argued over whether Sam’s plug would be pink.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lucas Cameron looked out over the bar area and wondered where the hell he’d gone so wrong. All around him people in very little clothing partied on, but he just couldn’t work up the will to care. He found a quiet corner with a couple of seats and a large table. He slumped down into one of the overstuffed chairs and sighed. He’d gone wrong by being born, he decided.

  He’d never been able to do anything right, certainly not in the eyes of his father. By the time he was in kindergarten, he’d been compared to his smarter siblings and disregarded as a nuisance. Over the course of his twenty-three years, he’d managed to get himself kicked out of ten boarding schools and three colleges. Each time his father had sent one of his lackeys to make sure he made it to the next school on the list. He’d just pack up and move without ever going home. It had become a bit of a game to Lucas. Could he come up with something so awful his father would have to bring him back to DC to handle it?

  It wasn’t until he’d threatened to out his father’s love child that Senator Allen Cameron had given him a personal call. Lucas had become a little desperate. After finally making it through a complete four-year degree, he was burning through his trust fund. He hadn’t meant to. It just happened. He’d come into it at twenty-one. He’d thought ten million would last a lot longer than it had. Getting involved with the Hollywood crowd had gotten him a lot of publicity, but it had come at a cost. He was going to lose that amazing house in the Hollywood Hills if he didn’t come up with some money and soon.

  He’d really thought Jack Barnes would cave, and quickly. From everything he knew, Barnes was a private man. He had blackmailed their father, but the money he’d made after that was his own. Barnes was filthy rich. He had money to spare. Why would he want to out himself as a complete pervert?

  And there was no doubt that his big brother was a perv. He’d spanked his wife and then finger fucked her in public. What kind of a man did that? Lucas was almost sure that the hot, blond guy was doing big brother, too. Those two were amazing. The redhead was curvy and soft. Lucas liked her tits and the creamy glow of her skin. The guy was just sex on a stick.

  He was terribly jealous of Jackson Barnes. And yet, he would really like to sit down and talk to him. The big cowboy didn’t seem to struggle with the fact that he liked both boys and girls. Luc
as had been struggling with it his whole life. He’d get in a relationship with a female, and after awhile he’d just need a man. It was wrong to need both, his father had told him. He’d slapped the shit out of him the first time Lucas had been caught in bed with the gardener. It had been the last time he got to come home for the summer. Lucas had been seventeen, and he could still remember the way that felt.

  Lucas shook his head and groaned. His hair was in his eyes again. He shoved it back. Why was he such an idiot? He looked like a douche bag. He needed to be honest with himself. Why had he come here? He’d come because he wanted to meet his brother. He’d come because he wanted to see if one person in his family line might find anything to like in him. How had he gone about it? He’d attempted to blackmail the man.

  He thought of how satisfied his brother had seemed when he’d walked through the bar thirty minutes before. He’d been dressed in the same slacks and shirt from earlier, but he’d ditched the tie and jacket. The shirt was slightly wrinkled, and Lucas knew it had hit the floor at some point in time. Jack had looked more relaxed and happier than he had before, as though something had fallen blissfully into place. Of course, he’d paid no attention to Lucas who watched him walk into the other part of the club.

  Now Lucas had found someone who he might have been able to talk to, but instead of talking, Jack had threatened him with horrible murder. Jack Barnes would do it, too. How could he tell the man he never would have gone through with his blackmail threats? Did he admit how pathetic he was in his quest for any sort of father figure?

  “Hello,” a soft voice said.

  Lucas glanced up into soft brown eyes. The young man was slender, but there was a pleasing strength in his frame. “Hi.”

  The young man was dressed in leather pants. There was a small leather collar around his throat. Lucas wasn’t sure what that meant, though he’d heard Julian talking about it with his brother. His brother wasn’t allowed to bring his subs back in without collars. Lucas had touched his throat and wondered what it would feel like to wear one.

  “I’m Jeremy.” The young man with dark hair and sultry eyes sank down across from Lucas, gracefully placing two drinks on the table. He slid one across to rest in front of Lucas. “Rum and coke. It’s my favorite. You looked like you could use it.”

  Lucas picked up the glass. He wasn’t going to mention to the man that he rarely touched the stuff, despite what the tabloids said. He had a reputation to uphold. He’d done a lot to look like a hedonist. He took a sip. It wasn’t bad. It was way better than the crap his brother drank. Lucas smiled at the hot guy sitting across from him. Maybe the night wasn’t a total loss. It would be really nice to sleep with someone. He hated to sleep alone. Lucas thought about all the stuff he’d done just so he could feel warm skin next to his. Drinking with a guy was an easy thing to do, if it meant he spent the night in someone’s arms.

  Jeremy smiled as Lucas took a deep drink. Yes, Lucas thought, he could do this.

  * * * *

  Jack flicked his wrist, and the whip cracked. The sound split the air around him. Suddenly everyone in the dungeon was watching the man with the four-foot whip. The balloon he’d been aiming at popped, leaving the rest clustered around it completely untouched.

  “You always were a master with that thing,” Julian said approvingly.

  He stared back at his mentor and shook his head. He reset the whip on the ground behind him and prepared for an overhand throw. He didn’t worry about the speed of his throw. He concentrated on making sure his form was flawless. Everything flowed perfectly when the form was right. “I didn’t intend to use it again.”

  Julian shrugged. “Talk to your naughty little subs. You could refuse. You haven’t been back to The Club in a long while. You haven’t been down here in the dungeon in years.”

  “I came back. Sam and I came back here regularly.” Jack turned back to his target practice. The rhythm was coming back to him. He’d done this a thousand times. It was easy to fall back into. He gracefully let his arm flow, the whip an extension of his body.

  “You went to the bar to pick up a female,” Julian pointed out. “You rarely went into the playroom, and you never came down to the dungeon after you left my employ. I wondered why that was.”

  Jack turned to his mentor. He was feeling mellow and happy. He was even looking forward to tomorrow. He had plans for his lovers. They were going to understand the limits of his indulgence tomorrow morning. It brought a curl to his lips and honesty to his mouth. “I was afraid I would lose Sam. He’s a sub and has a little streak of masochism in him.”

  “A little?”

  Jack nodded slightly. He couldn’t lie to Julian. Julian had seen the same things in Sam that Jack had. “Fine, a lot of masochism in him. I wasn’t ready to be responsible for that. I was afraid he would find someone else. It was selfish, but it’s the truth.”

  “And now?”

  “I’ll take care of Sam, Julian.” Jack turned to Julian. He needed to ensure that his mentor truly understood. Julian cared about Sam. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. He’ll get what he needs.”

  Julian’s dark eyes were just a little sad as he crossed his arms. Sally sat quietly at his feet. Julian’s hand came out and gently tangled in her hair. “I’m glad for him. I’m glad for you, as well, Jackson. You’ll be happier this way. Is your wife fine with the new arrangement?”

  Jack snorted and cracked the whip again. There was another pop. “My wife has been pushing me and Sam to get it on since the first night she spent in our playroom. I tanned her hide and, as part of her aftercare, I gave her one request.”

  “Yes, I like to do that as well,” Julian conceded. “What was Abigail’s request?”

  “She wanted me to kiss Sam.”

  A brilliant smile broke over Julian’s face. It was a rare sight. “I like your Abigail. She isn’t a very good sub, but she seems like a perfect wife for the two of you.”

  Jack felt a funny twitch in his heart. “She is. She is everything I ever wanted. She’s smart and kind and ridiculously funny.” Jack took a deep breath. “You know, Julian, you’ve given me a lot of advice over the years. Do you mind if I give you a piece?”

  Julian paused and took a deep breath before coming to his decision. “I would love to hear it.”

  “Don’t become such a slave to your own rules that you let something special pass you by. You have some hard and fast rules that cut you off from people.”

  “Rules are there to protect us, Jackson. You should know that.”

  “Rules protect us, but when we no longer need them, rules are made to be broken,” Jack replied. He switched to a six-footer. He wasn’t going to use that on Abby or Sam, but he was curious. He used to be accurate with it.

  Julian took a cautious step back, pulling Sally with him. “Did you break a rule tonight, Jackson?”

  Jack aimed for the balloon on the far left. He decided to try a reverse snap. The whip snapped over his head and cracked. His shot went wild. Nope, he thought with a grin. He wouldn’t be touching his lovers with that one. He put the six-footer down and turned to Julian. “I did. It was a rule we didn’t need any more. I got the best blow job of my life from breaking that rule.”

  Julian made a small motion with his hand. Sally got to her feet. He nodded at her, and she began to take off her top, then her skirt. “Go on, dear. He needs a warmer target.”

  Jack started to protest but then realized he really did. It was selfish, but he’d rather practice on Sally than Abby or Sam. He looked at the sub. “Are you all right with this?”

  She smiled brilliantly. “Oh, yes. I’m a little bit of a pain slut. I make no apologies for it. Some people like puppies and kittens. I like spankings and bondage. Do your worst. Master Julian will take care of me after.”

  “I will, pet,” Julian promised. “It’s all right, Jackson. She’s under my care. Have you ever known me to place a slave in danger?”

  No, Julian took very good care of the peopl
e who gave him their trust. He might not keep them for long, but he looked after them. Sally walked to the St. Andrew’s Cross and took her position. Julian quickly had her bound. She glanced back at Jack.

  “Your wife is a very good kisser.” Sally turned her head, staring back at him with a grin on her face. “She tastes sweet. Does she taste sweet all over?”

  Jack groaned at the sudden vision of his wife and Sally tongue kissing. He couldn’t help it. He was male, and two women kissing just did it for him. He would never allow Sally into their bed, and he would call for punishment if she touched his wife again. He was possessive, but the image still lingered. “I wouldn’t try to find out, subbie. She’s mine, and I won’t give anyone permission to touch her.”

  “Cheeky sub,” Julian barked. Sally smiled at him. “Blame me, Jackson. I told her to be accommodating when it came to the three of you. Right now she’s trying to get you upset so you’ll be a bit rougher on her. Don’t fall for it, Jackson. That one is a bit manipulative, too. Rather like your wife.”

  “They know who’s really in charge,” Jack murmured. Sally was in place, and there was a crowd eagerly watching. Jack made sure no one was in his range and then cracked the whip. Sally didn’t even move when a delicate line of red appeared across her back. Jack was satisfied it wouldn’t scar or bleed. He saw Sally relax and knew she would soon be in that place where submissives went. They called it subspace, and they welcomed the pain when they were in that place.

  Jack quickly laid three more lashes across her back, buttocks, and thighs. She shuddered, but it was a pleasurable thing.

  “Tell me something, Jackson.” Julian watched the scene. His shoulders were relaxed and his stance a bit lazy. Sally was getting something she needed. Jack knew that satisfied Julian. “Do you remember a very long time ago when I asked you how such a possessive man could stand to share his toys with someone like Samuel?”

  Jack cracked the whip again, forming a pretty pattern across the sub’s skin. “Yes, I do. I remember I told you it was all right to share with Sam. He was my friend.”