by Marla Monroe
“I brought you some clothes until you have time to shop for yourself. I hope they will be okay for now.” She held out the bags.
“I–I don’t understand.” Taylor could feel the heat building in her cheeks.
“Sawyer called Steve and Ben earlier and told them what happened. Steve is the one who dropped off the outfit for you this morning. I hope it was okay. I didn’t have anything much that I thought you would like. We wear about the same size, but I wear a lot of dresses to work and you wear a lot of slacks. I would imagine they are a lot more comfortable to wear when you run a coffee shop.”
“Thank you. The outfit is perfect and I really appreciate it, but why?” she asked.
The other woman looked genuinely confused. “Why what?”
“Why would you bring me clothes like this? Not that I’m not grateful, because I am, but we don’t really know each other.” Taylor hated the feeling of being out of her element and Stacey’s kindness took her somewhere she’d never been before.
“You needed a little help and I could give it. I know how it is to feel like you don’t have anywhere to turn sometimes. I’m just sorry we’ve never really connected before now. I guess we tend to get caught up in our own little worlds and forget that there are others out there we could be spending time with.” Stacey smiled at her.
Taylor could see the warmth in the other woman’s eyes. She really seemed to mean that. Having never really had close friends other than Betty and Darla, she wasn’t sure what to say. The idea of having someone to talk to every once in a while sounded nice, but would it last once she was not longer seeing Max and Sawyer? She had no intentions of being a part of their lifestyle. BDSM wasn’t for her.
“Thanks. I appreciate the help. Did you bring a ticket so I can repay you?” she finally asked.
Stacey waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it. Jillian, my boss threw in some things and the underwear came from Caro’s place down the street. Maybe we can have lunch together someday when we can both get away at the same time.”
“I’d like that.” And she meant it.
“Good. I better go. Ben is picking me up from here. They don’t like for me to be out at night by myself.” She winked at Taylor.
Taylor followed the woman back to the front and watched as the area’s veterinarian, Ben Tyler, enfolded the woman in a warm hug. Then he lifted his hand to her and waved as he escorted her through the door. It still amazed her that she was married to two men. Everyone in town knew about it. There were several ménage families in the area, but she’d never really thought anything about it since it didn’t involve her. Now she felt thrust into the middle of it since she’d met Max and Sawyer.
Before she could slip back to her office and explore the clothes Stacey had brought her, a crowd of people piled into the shop and for the next hour and a half, Taylor and Darla served coffee and sweet rolls to them. When she walked over to the back table to clean off the table vacated minutes earlier, she overheard two women talking about Golden Shackles and the Valentine’s party they were having to celebrate the grand reopening of the club. It was scheduled for Friday, Valentine’s Eve. She needed to be back at home by then. There was no way she could stay there while they were doing who knows what downstairs. Just the thought of Max and Sawyer playing dominance games with some eager submissive made her ill.
Taylor ripped her thoughts away from that and forced herself to concentrate on business. As soon as things settled down, she returned to her office and looked through the bags. Inside one were several nice outfits of comfortable warm slacks with tasteful sweaters that would be perfect for working in. The three-quarter length sleeve gave her the freedom she needed to work without worrying that she’d get something on the sleeves. Obviously Stacey and perhaps Jillian, the shop’s owner, had put a lot of thought into choosing them.
The next bag held several very pretty bra and panty sets in different colors. Two pretty nightgowns, one in midnight blue and the other in a buttercup yellow lay in the bottom of the bag. She couldn’t believe how soft they felt. She had never paid a lot of attention to clothes outside of making sure she looked appropriate for the store. Now she realized she’d been missing something.
With a sigh, she replaced everything and opened the last bag. Inside was a care package of all the essentials a woman might need when away from home. From shampoo and soap to lotions and powder. They all smelled amazing. She couldn’t wait to try some of it on. Stacey had managed to give her something she hadn’t even known she was missing, an appreciation for being a woman.
A knock at the door startled her. When she opened the door, Sawyer grinned down at her and walked in.
“Hey,” he said when she turned around. “I thought I’d come help you close up.”
“Oh. Okay.” She felt like an idiot, unable to put more than two words together. “Thanks. I can send Darla home early.”
He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his expression made of pure sin. “In a few minutes. She can handle it for that long, can’t she?”
“Um, yeah. I suppose so.” Taylor licked her suddenly dry lips as Sawyer pushed away from the door to stand in front of her.
“Sit down, Taylor.” He stepped closer into her personal space.
She let out a surprised squeak when the back of her legs hit the chair and she collapsed into it. He was over her in an instant, his hands on the arm rests of the chair, leaning over her. His warm male scent enticed her to tilt her head back enough that she could see his face hovering over her, inches from hers.
Without warning, he struck. His mouth captured hers in a passionate embrace that threatened to undo her. She opened to him because it was the only thing she could do. He demanded it, expected it, and she complied without thought. Every nerve in her body tuned in to him and his touch, the way he pushed between her legs to settle his between hers. The way he seemed to breathe her in then attack her mouth with renewed vigor. God, he consumed her and she didn’t even try to stop him or offer up a protest.
When he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, Taylor sighed. She realized that while she’d been working, trying to forget that someone had it in for her, she’d been missing the guys as well. That didn’t sit well with her. She hadn’t known them long enough to have developed an attachment to them. She had to put some distance between them before it was too late. She opened her mouth to tell Sawyer that she needed to be out front helping Darla, but he was one step ahead of her.
“I want your mouth around my dick, Taylor. I want to feel those sweet lips wrapped around it while you suck me all the way down.”
Chapter Sixteen
Sawyer savored the deer in the headlights expression on Taylor’s face. She hadn’t seen that one coming. Keeping her off balance was the best way to keep her mind from dwelling on her stalker and allow them to worm their way deeper under her skin until she couldn’t imagine being without them. The sight of her warm, chocolate eyes wide and surprised combined with the soft little O of her mouth had his dick twitching in his jeans.
He already knew he was falling in love with her. Nothing could have prepared him for the strength and depth of the emotion that filled him when he thought about her. The only thing stronger was his vow to never hurt her. The darkness inside of him was a constant presence that he fought every day. Now, here he was alone with Taylor, something he’d vowed he wouldn’t allow. But Darla was just outside the door, he told himself. He could do this without losing control.
“Unfasten my pants, babe. Slow and easy.” Was that his voice all raspy and hoarse?
She stared up at him for a long second before slowly lifting her hands to the waistband of his jeans. Her eyes never left his as she unfastened the top button with trembling fingers then moved to the next, and the next. He sighed at the instant relief just opening the fly gave him.
He shoved the material down to the top of his thighs allowing his engorged cock to spring free of the confining material. The way her eyes dilated then
filled with arousal relieved some of the worry that she wouldn’t respond to this, but she was. Once again, the tiny tip of her tongue swiped over her lower lip, leaving a wet trail of saliva to add shine. Still slightly swollen and red from his kiss, they beckoned him to sink his aching cock between them.
“Take my cock in your mouth, Taylor, and suck me deep.”
She dragged her gaze away from his thick shaft and locked with his. Then she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide, enveloping just the crown inside of her hot, wet mouth and sucked, swiping her tongue all around the edges. White-hot fire raced down his spine. Hell. She was going to kill him.
Sawyer watched as she closed her eyes and slid farther down the stalk of his cock, each inch drawing him deeper and deeper into the fiery pit that waited for him. The feel of her tongue trailing up and down his dick as she sucked on him all the way down only added fuel to the already raging wildfire burning inside of his balls.
“That’s it, babe. All the way to the back of your throat. Just like that.”
Her throaty moan as he bumped the back reverberated up his shaft pulling an answering growl from deep in his throat. She sank back in the chair, drawing off of him until just the crown rested in her mouth. Then she made the long journey back down until her throat closed around him as she swallowed.
“Fuck! That’s it. Again, Taylor.” She was torturing him.
The tight wet heat strangled his dick each time she took him deep and her throat contracted around him. Nothing could feel this good. He lost a small bit of his control and sank his fingers into her hair, anchoring himself in her soft tresses while holding her still so he could pump his ramrod stiff cock deeper into her mouth.
Her fingers dug into his thighs as he struggled to hold back as he continued to thrust in and out of her oh so perfect mouth. If it were not for her sweet moans, Sawyer would have worried that she wanted him to stop, but the bite of her nails into his thighs kept him sane and assured him that he wouldn’t go too far with her. He welcomed the tiny pricks, using the slight bite of pain to ground himself as he pumped his flesh between her lips.
When he pulled all the way out a few seconds later to cool off so the pleasure of being in her mouth didn’t end too soon, she actually whimpered and tried to hold him to her. It warmed a small piece of his soul that she wanted him like this.
“Shhh, baby. Let me catch my breath. You’re killing me.” He almost didn’t recognize his own voice. It sounded almost guttural.
As soon as he thought he could handle her oral ministrations again, Sawyer fed his cock back into her eager mouth and was once again lost in the pleasure. It hadn’t done him a bit of good to stop for those few seconds. Already he had to fight the urge to spill his cum in her mouth. He’d never get enough of her. A thousand years and he’d still crave the feel of her mouth around his dick, just like this.
Over and over he sank all the way to the back of her throat and then slightly farther as she swallowed around him. Her constricting throat muscles milked him at the end of each thrust until he could no longer stop the electrical fire that danced down his spine and squeezed his balls to the point of pain.
“Ah, hell. Yes! Taylor!” He yelled out as he came deep in her throat.
The painful pleasure seemed to go on forever and ever until he felt wrung dry. When he pulled out of her mouth, she rested her forehead against his belly, panting much like him. When he pulled her head back by her hair, she looked sated as if she’d come right along with him. He leaned down and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. The sight of her swollen lips and rosy cheeks had his spent cock twitching with new life.
“Thank you,” he said in a soft voice.
She gave him a small smile before leaning back in the chair. He ached to return the favor, but it was closing time, and he would much rather have her back at their apartment with Max where it was safe.
“I’ll take care of you when we get back to the club. Let’s go close the shop.” He buttoned his softened flesh back into his jeans before helping Taylor to her feet.
“I can’t believe we just did that in my office,” she said, looking scandalized.
“Amazing, wasn’t it?” He winked in hopes he could tease her into relaxing.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it and rolled her eyes. She wasn’t going to answer that one because she would have had to agree and his Taylor wasn’t going to do that by any means.
“Grab those bags and come on.”
Sawyer picked up the bags and followed her back out front where she had Darla call a friend to come pick her up. Then she set about preparing to close for the night. Sawyer helped her clean all the tables, sweep then mop before she counted down the drawer and locked up the deposit for the night.
“Don’t forget your purse, babe.” Sawyer waited while she grabbed her purse then escorted her out the door locking up for her before they loaded her bags into the truck.
She didn’t say anything on the way back to the club making Sawyer believe she was overanalyzing everything in her head. They were going to have to put a stop to that. She would just keep talking herself out of being with them. There was no way he was going to allow that. She belonged with them, between them, always.
* * * *
Taylor walked into the apartment with Sawyer worrying about her lapse of judgment earlier. She’d given a blow job in her office! That was wrong in so many ways. She had to come to terms with the fact that when it came to Max and Sawyer she had no self-control. Staying with them was dangerous. She needed to get out before she did something seriously wrong—like fall in love with them.
Max walked out of the bedroom looking as if he’d just had a shower and wearing nothing but a pair of jeans he hadn’t even bothered to button. She snapped her eyes back up to his face and cringed. His smirk told her that he’d caught her staring.
“You look tired, precious. Do you want anything to eat?” Max asked, crossing the room to hug her.
She struggled to extract herself, but it was useless. “No, thanks. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed. Alone.”
She watched as the two men exchanged glances before Max pulled her toward the bedroom. They were up to something. She could feel it in her bones. Whatever it was, she would end up caving and that worried her even more.
“I’ll run your water while you undress, honey. I think you deserve a nice massage tonight to help you relax.” Max knelt by the huge tub and turned on the water.
“Thanks, Max, but I just want to go to sleep. I don’t need a massage, and I can run my own water.” She settled her hands on her hips to keep from running them down the muscular length of Max’s back.
God, the man looked good no matter how he was dressed. Both of them were yummy. And that was part of the problem. Why did she think she could resist them when they were so good looking and masculine at the same time? Her most feminine parts paid close attention to their every move. Deep inside she longed to feel their touch on every inch of her body. It was so wrong. There were two of them. While the ménage lifestyle might be fine for other people, it wasn’t with her. She ran a business and had to project a certain image because of it.
“I know you can, Taylor, but you don’t have to. Sawyer and I enjoy seeing to your needs. Don’t fight us over this, precious. You won’t win.”
“Why? I just don’t get it, Max. Why are you so insistent on this?”
He stood up and ran the palm of his hands up and down her arms. “Because you’re special, Taylor. Get used to letting us pamper you. We’re not going to stop.”
She closed her eyes as the warmth of his hands seeped into her body. It didn’t just warm her skin but sank into her soul. She was so screwed where they were concerned. She couldn’t resist them and knew she should.
Max kissed her on her forehead then checked the water. Sawyer walked in carrying the bag Stacey had brought that contained all of the toiletry items. He pulled out a container of bath salts and handed them to Max.
> “This will probably help her to relax while she soaks. I’ve set up the bed for her massage.” He winked at her. “She was a very good girl today.”
Max sprinkled the bath salts into the tub, then after turning on the jets, turned off the water and stood up. He set the box on the counter before helping Sawyer to undress her.
“Hey!” She pushed at their hands. “I can undress myself.”
“You should have already undressed, babe. Since you didn’t, we’ll help.”
“You two are impossible.” She gave up and stood still while they pulled off her new pant suit followed by her underwear.
“Step into the tub,” Max told her as he held her hand. “Now relax for a while. One of us will be back in a little while to help you out.”
She watched them gather her things and leave her, closing the door behind them to keep the heat in the room. Taylor closed her eyes and let the warm water and soothing bath salts lure her into a soft place where everything was fine. She wasn’t sure how long she floated there, but the sound of the door opening roused her enough that she opened one eye. Max slipped in and closed the door behind him.
“You look much better, precious. How do you feel?” He asked kneeling by the tub.
“Mmmm.”
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as good. It’s time to get out now. Let me clean you up then I’ll dry you off. The water is cooling down.”
She didn’t have the energy to argue with him. Taylor let him quickly bathe her then help her stand. As he dried the water from her body, he placed tender kisses along her neck and shoulder. She couldn’t stop the tingles those kisses sent along her nerve endings. Her clit took notice and soon her nipples were as hard as rocks. She told herself it was from the cooler air.
Max led her into the bedroom where a large towel lay across the bed. She frowned then remembered that Sawyer had said something about a message. That actually sounded really good. She climbed onto the towel without any prompting from Max wondering where Sawyer had disappeared to.