Nash washed Quinn thoroughly, leaving his cock until last.
Cupping Quinn’s sac in one hand, he massaged his balls then grabbed Quinn’s cock with his other hand, pumping firmly.
“Shit. I think I’m clean,” Quinn groaned.
Nash grinned. “Just making sure.”
Grabbing the lube, he slathered it onto his dick, which was near to bursting. He dabbed more lube onto two of his fingers.
With one hand he parted the Quinn’s buttocks, then placed two fingers against his asshole, pressing firmly. The tight ring of muscle gave way, allowing him entrance. Nash pushed two fingers in and out as Quinn’s breath came in short pants.
“Damn you, stop teasing me and just do it.”
“So romantic,” Nash said, chuckling, withdrawing his fingers. He lined the head of his shaft up against Quinn’s asshole. “Breathe out.”
Quinn let out a slow breath as Nash thrust forward.
“I leave the romantic shit to you. Damn slick Southern bastard.”
“Take me all,” Nash groaned. “That feels incredible. So hot and tight.”
Reaching around, he curled his hand around Quinn’s cock. “And this, it’s thick, firm and painful, I bet. Am I right?”
“Yes, damn you,” Quinn replied, his voice strained. “I won’t last long.”
“Thank God, because neither will I.”
He drove forward, far rougher then he’d ever be with Crista. But Quinn could take it. With each movement of his hips, Nash tugged at Quinn’s dick. Water streamed down around them, heating their already sizzling-hot skin as Nash strove toward his peak.
A tingling feeling began in his balls, surging out to encompass his shaft. His cock hardened, growing larger. Close, so close. His balls tightened, power raced over him, rushing to his head, encompassing his body.
“I’m going to come,” Quinn yelled, his shaft twitching before bursts of white shot from the end of his cock.
Orgasm crashed over Nash, pounding through his body as he stilled, shuddering, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.
“Damn,” Quinn muttered.
“You said it,” Nash replied as he pulled himself free.
* * * * *
Nash exited the bathroom fifteen minutes later. Quinn had left him to finish his shower alone. Probably a good idea, Nash didn’t have the energy for another round. Quinn had completely wiped him out.
He walked into the bedroom and dressed quietly. Crista remained sleeping, her long blonde hair a halo around her head. She was so young. A surge of protectiveness hit him. He wanted to wrap her up and shield her from all hurt.
But she didn’t need that. He’d protect her, sure, but he couldn’t smother her. That would just drive her away in the end. Leaving the bedroom, he strode into the kitchen and filled his cup with coffee.
Quinn sat at the table, reading the paper and munching on toast.
“Where do you suppose Doug is?” Nash asked as he put some bread in the toaster. A door shut and water went on. Crista was awake.
“Don’t know. Don’t particularly care,” Quinn replied without glancing up.
“Crista does.”
Quinn looked up at him then, the concern in his eyes contradicting his dismissive tone. “I know.”
“And he did take care of her for years,” Nash pointed out. “He protected her. Imagine if she’d gone into foster care.”
“All right, all right, I’m being an asshole,” Quinn ran his hand over his face. “We’ll have another look around for him today then.”
“Do you suppose he took off after the other night?” Nash wondered. Doug could be anywhere by now. Nash just hoped that he was safe wherever he was. Crista had already suffered enough loss—she didn’t need to lose her brother as well.
Quinn frowned. “I suppose he could have. Where would he have gone though?”
Nash shrugged.
“We’ll need to keep Crista close,” Quinn said, leaning back in his seat. “I’m going to call the deputy and see if he’s come up with anything about O’Ryan.”
Nash nodded, his attention caught as Crista entered the room.
Jeans and a baggy shirt completely hid her lush body. He made a mental note to chuck that shirt out as soon as he tore it from her body. She’d pulled her hair back in that hideous bun. Oh, she was in so much trouble.
“Did you forget something, darlin’?” he asked mildly.
She tensed. “I’m going out to look for Doug. Have you seen my keys?”
Nash knew exactly where her keys were, he’d watched as Quinn hid them in a kitchen cupboard.
Quinn gazed at Crista sternly, his arms crossing over his wide chest. “That’s not what Nash asked you, Crista. Are you allowed to get dressed without permission?”
She quivered slightly, then firmed her shoulders and raised her head. Brave girl. Foolish, but brave.
“I’m going to look for my brother. I can hardly do that naked.” She stared at them both with only a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
“Crista.” Nash deliberately kept his voice low, dark, stern. “Take off your clothes and present yourself.”
She remained where she was, staring at him.
“You’ve already got twenty coming for dressing without permission,” Quinn added almost casually. “Do you want another twenty?”
“He’s my brother, I have to help him.”
“And we intend to help you do that. We won’t leave you to do this on your own, Crista,” Quinn told her. “But we also won’t allow you to pull back from us. That doesn’t help Doug. Now find your position.”
Crista glanced at them both before moving, quickly pulling off her clothes and kneeling on the floor.
“Legs apart,” Quinn ordered.
She looked the picture of submission in her nakedness, her head lowered, her spine straight. Nash strode over, walking around her. He saw her quiver.
“What did you promise us, sugar?” he asked.
She inhaled sharply. “Honesty, respect, communication.”
“And so if you wanted to look for Doug today, why didn’t you just simply talk to us?”
Her head rose so suddenly he winced, hoping she didn’t hurt her neck. He reached down and undid the bun, letting her hair flow free down her back.
“I didn’t want to bother you guys. It’s your weekend and I know you don’t like Doug,” she said sadly.
“Crista, look at me,” Quinn commanded.
She turned her head to gaze over at him, her beautiful blue eyes filled with worry.
“No matter what we feel about Doug, we know that you love him. And we will always try to do what is best for you. You won’t be happy until we find Doug, and we won’t be happy until you are happy. You can always talk to us. Understand? We will always listen and try to come up with a solution.”
Crista let out a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry. Thank you.”
Quinn smiled. “Don’t thank us yet.” He patted his lap. “Come and lie over my lap. You’ve got twenty coming to you for disobeying the no-clothes rule.”
Nash held out a hand, helping her rise. Then he let her go, leaning against the wall to watch.
Quinn offered Crista his hand, palm up, not entirely sure she’d take it. But although she was nibbling on her lower lip again, a sure sign of nervousness, she took his hand without hesitation.
He pulled her over his knees and ran a hand over her pale back, marveling at her smooth skin.
His balls throbbed, tightening. Damn, every time he saw her he wanted to drive himself into her, make her his. Having her naked over his lap was almost more than his control could take. He had a job to fulfill however.
Spanking that lush, full ass.
A job he was going to enjoy thoroughly.
“Can you start already?” she whined.
He slapped her bottom. “I’ll start when I’m ready, Crista, not before. I’m busy admiring the view. You have one very sexy ass, you know.” He ran his hand over her butt cheeks, fe
lt her clench then relax. “Part your legs.”
She whimpered.
Smack!
“Shall I send Nash for the paddle?” he asked calmly.
“No, no,” she said hastily. Could have been his imagination, but he could swear her breathing just increased. Fear or arousal?
Quinn dipped his fingers between her now parted thighs. Soaking wet. He pushed two fingers deep. She groaned.
“I won’t use it this time, but the next time you break a rule, sweetheart, my paddle will be making an imprint on this fine bottom of yours.”
He drew his fingers out and held them up to Nash. “Want a taste?”
Nash nodded. Walking over, he leaned down and sucked Quinn’s fingers deep into his warm mouth.
Quinn’s cock twitched, his breath catching in arousal.
“Ohhh,” Crista moaned, reminding him of what they were doing. He took his fingers back.
“Give me your hands,” he told her.
She stiffened but slowly put her hands behind her back. He clasped them in one hand, knowing how being restrained turned her on.
“Right. Why are you being punished?” he asked, running a single finger in circles over her smooth skin.
“Because I broke the no-clothes rule,” she replied so quietly he could scarcely hear her.
“And because you didn’t talk to your Doms about what was bothering you,” he added. She needed to understand that not only could she come to them with anything, but that they fully expected she would do so.
“Sorry, Sir,” she said.
“I want you to count them out for me.”
“Yes Sir.”
He smacked his hand down on her bottom, loving the way her butt quivered, how the skin instantly grew pink and warm. Damn, spanking her could so easily become an addiction.
“One, Sir. Another please?”
He looked over at Nash, seeing the surprise on his face as she asked to be spanked.
Quinn smacked his hand down on her bottom again and again. Crista kept track easily, her voice steady and sure.
He gave her the last spank then immediately drew her up into his lap, careful not to set her on her hot bottom as he held her close.
“Good girl, I’m very proud of you. You took your punishment well,” he praised her, kissing her forehead.
She smiled up at him.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Chapter Twelve
Crista shifted uncomfortably on the Jeep seat. Nash turned to look at her with a smile. “You’re fidgeting a lot. Got ants in your pants?”
She glared at him. “You know very well what’s in my pants. I have a sore bottom and a piece of plastic up my ass. I’d like to see you sit still.”
He simply chuckled and turned back around.
After her spanking that morning, Nash had kept her on his lap, her wrists bound as he’d fed her. They’d tied her hands to keep her from dressing before they gave her permission. Or so they’d said.
Personally, she figured they just enjoyed keeping her at their mercy.
Not that she was complaining.
After breakfast, Quinn had taken her into the bathroom, bent her over the bathroom counter and pushed a different plug up her bottom. A larger one.
Only then had she been allowed to put clothes on before they’d left to look for Doug.
Three hours passed with no sign of him.
“Do you think I should call the police?” she asked, unable to keep the tremor out of her voice.
Nash’s eyes grew concerned. “I don’t know, baby. Has he done this before?”
“No. He’s never gone missing for this long.”
“But he has gone missing before?” Quinn asked.
Crista nodded.
“We need to talk to the deputy anyway, sugar,” Nash said. “We’ll ask him about Doug.”
Crista nodded. “Thank you. For everything. I know this isn’t much of a way to spend a Sunday.”
“What are you talking about? We’ve gotten to spank a naughty sub, stick a plug up her ass, then drive around with her squirming in our backseat. All in all a good day for me, what do you say, Quinn?”
“I say we can make it even better. Let’s go talk to the deputy then head back to the motel.”
* * * * *
Crista couldn’t help but feel depressed as she walked into the motel room behind Nash. Deputy Reynolds had been polite about her brother, but she knew he wasn’t really worried. He obviously thought her brother had just gone on a drinking binge.
He’d also had no luck tracking down O’Ryan. He’d spoken to Andrew’s boss back in Sacrifice, who’d told him he’d gone on extended leave to Canada.
She sighed, staring down at the beige carpet dejectedly.
“What are the rules when we’re in the motel alone, darlin’?” Nash asked gently.
His tone, more than the words, had her head slamming up and meeting his gaze. She bit her lower lip, but even as her mind protested, her body warmed. She loved this, ceding control to them. But she still wasn’t comfortable with this obsession they had with her being naked. She wasn’t exactly model material. She had cellulite, her stomach wasn’t flat and her boobs were more than a handful.
Still, they hadn’t complained and she wasn’t ready for this to be over. If this was what they wanted, well, she’d push past her embarrassment and give it to them.
Her hands rose to her top. She slipped it off over her head. Quinn had disappeared into the bedroom, so only Nash watched her, his gaze fixated on her trembling body.
She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and slowly drawing the cups off her tender breasts. Her nipples were hard, throbbing as she tugged her skirt down.
Naked, she knelt as gracefully as she could, spreading her knees wide and lowering her gaze.
The room fell quiet, the sound of their breathing just a whisper on the air. Nash stood before her, then leaned down, grasped her chin and raised her face.
“You don’t know what it does to me, seeing you submit. You’re so beautiful with your smooth skin and lovely curves.”
Yep, curves is just a nice way of saying fat.
“And just what was that thought?” he asked, gazing at her.
“Just thinking that I can see exactly how affected you are, Sir,” she replied promptly, keeping her gaze on the thick erection encased in dark denim before her.
Nash was silent. Guilt, nasty and sickening, coursed through her at lying to him.
“That so, brat? Well, I think it’s only fair that since you created the problem that you should fix it.”
He unzipped his jeans, allowing his thick erection to spring out. Crista licked her lips as he ran his hand over the shaft.
Up and down.
She watched, fixated.
He held his cock out to her.
“Kiss the head.”
Leaning forward, Crista did as he ordered. Her breathing quickened. She tightened her thighs, feeling her pussy moisten and throb.
“Legs open,” he ordered.
She hastily shoved her thighs apart.
“Good girl,” he said.
She smiled up at him.
A drop of pre-cum appeared at the head of his cock. He ran his thumb over it then held it out to her. “Open.”
She parted her lips and he slipped his thumb inside. Crista closed her eyes as she sucked. His fingers danced over her cheek before he withdrew and slipped his wide cock inside her mouth.
She hummed.
Nash inhaled sharply. “Incredible. Take me in, sugar. Much as you can, good girl. Just relax. That’s right. When you come back up, take your time, lick my cock. That’s hot. So hot.”
Crista opened her eyes, turning as Quinn chuckled.
“Should have known this is what had delayed you,” he drawled, leaning against the bedroom doorway.
“Like you could resist her, kneeling so beautifully, licking her full lips.”
Quinn just smiled, then moved forward.
“Keep
sucking, baby. Make Nash feel good,” he said.
Crista took Nash deep, stretching her lips around his width, and Quinn stepped up behind him, stripping off the other man’s t-shirt, revealing his gorgeous chest.
She murmured her approval.
Nash groaned. “Every time she does that it’s like a bolt of pleasure shoots straight to my balls.”
“Are they tight?” Quinn asked, his hands appearing on Nash’s chest, his fingers pinching Nash’s nipples.
“What, my balls? Yeah, they’re tight.”
Quinn shoved Nash’s jeans farther down his thighs and cupped his balls.
“Bastard,” Nash muttered. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
Quinn chuckled. “Isn’t it the sweetest sort of pain? Crista’s mouth around your dick, my hand cupping your balls, playing with them. I bet you’re in heaven right now. Or you soon will be.”
Crista glanced up at Nash’s tense jaw, the muscles in his neck standing out as he obviously held himself back.
“Give in.” Quinn’s voice was pure sin as he whispered. “Just let go, give in.”
Nash yelled as he came. Crista swallowed hastily as his whole body shuddered for long moments.
She licked his cock with long, slow strokes as he breathed heavily. Kneeling back, she glanced up at Nash with a smile. He grinned back and cupped her cheek with his hand.
“Thank you, sugar.”
Crista winked at him. “You’re welcome.”
“Come here, sugar.” Leaning down, Nash pulled her up and held her close. He kissed her briefly before turning and kissing Quinn. “That was amazing. Thank you.”
“And now, baby,” Quinn began ominously, “it’s your turn.”
He took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
Quinn didn’t know how he was ever going to last. His cock pressed tightly against his jeans, begging to be set free, to find release in Crista’s warm mouth. He’d stripped off his shirt, hoping that would ease the heat suffusing him.
No such luck.
He led Crista into the bedroom where he’d set out their scene for the evening. He heard Nash walk in behind them, and turned to see he’d already stripped himself naked.
“You’ve been a busy boy,” Nash commented, grinning.
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