Lila's Loves

by Laylah Roberts

  “No way, I’m coming too,” Lila said. “Remember how you said we needed to talk things through? This can’t be all one way. I get that you want to protect me, but she’s my mother and while I’m glad you guys are helping me, I have to see this through.”

  All three men looked at each other. Trace nodded. Good, one down. Colin shrugged. Number two was on her side. Now for the hardest one. She looked up at Gavin. He was scowling, obviously wishing he could keep her here. But he couldn’t wrap her up in cotton wool. She loved the way they looked after her, but she wouldn’t be smothered.

  “We’d be there with her,” Trace told him. “And it would show that bitch that we are all on the same page. Plus give Lila some closure.”

  Lila bit her tongue, just waiting.

  “All right,” Gavin gave in. “But you, baby girl, will do exactly as you are told.”

  She nodded. “I will. I promise.” She glanced around at them all, fidgeting slightly. “So, umm, are you going to spank me now?” she asked in a small voice.

  Gavin pulled her back, looking at her. “You want us to spank you?”

  She squirmed, her butt still stung and she really didn’t want another walloping.

  “Well, I can’t say I want one, but I feel like, well, I kept something important from you and I could have harmed things between us.”

  “You’re feeling pretty bad about keeping this from us, aren’t you?” Colin asked.

  “You asked me for honesty and communication. I didn’t give you that.”

  Gavin cupped her cheeks. “But you came clean in the end and you opened up to us, that counts for something.”

  “Jeez, I can’t believe I’m practically arguing with you in favor of getting a spanking.” She shook her head as they chuckled.

  “It just shows us that this type of relationship is what we all need,” Trace told her. “Come here, Lila.”

  She walked over to where he sat. He took hold of her hand. “I don’t like to see you worrying over this. So off with those pants and across my knee.”

  Biting her lip, wondering what the hell she had been thinking, Lila stripped off her sweatpants and panties. Trace tapped his lap. “Over you go.”

  She placed herself over his lap. “Umm, you know, maybe I don’t really need this,” she said.

  Trace ran his hand over her bottom, squeezing tight. “Yes, you do.” His hand landed. He held her tight, with no way for her to wriggle free as his hand, as hard as any paddle, smacked her again and again.

  Tears quickly welled, not really in response to the pain—although it definitely hurt—but due to her emotions being so close to the surface. Soon, she was sobbing, lying limply over his knee as he moved down to her thighs, spanking her just as hard on the tender backs of her legs.

  “You need to realize your importance to us, Lila. We would be devastated if anything happened to you.”

  “I know, I know,” she sobbed, kicking her legs a little, wishing there was some way to relieve the pain washing over her backside.

  Trace spanked her steadily, building up a deep heat. Tears dripped down her face, hitting her hands where they rested on the ground. She cried, shuddering with each deep sob.

  It took her a long moment to realize that Trace had stopped, that he was simply rubbing her bottom gently, crooning to her.

  “It’s okay, baby. Let it out,” he told her.

  “Ha-have you finished?” she asked with surprise. It had ended far sooner that she thought it would.

  “Yes, baby. You needed a short, hard session to get those feelings out, to let go of any guilt. We’d already forgiven you, honey. This is so you can forgive yourself.”

  Trace tipped her right side up and drew her back between his legs, holding her against his chest as she sobbed.

  “Shh, shh, baby. Calm down a bit for me.” He handed her a tissue and she blew her nose, wiping her eyes.

  “I-I’m sorry,” she stuttered after she’d brought herself under some control.

  Trace smiled at her gently. “I know. Now go and see Collin and Gavin.” He turned her around, giving her a soft tap on her bottom to get her moving.

  She turned to Colin and Gavin, stilling as she saw a few things sitting on the sofa between them. “W-what’s that?” she asked, gulping.

  Gavin picked up one item, holding it up. “This is a butt plug, baby girl.” It was slim at the tip and thick at the base where it flared out. She gulped. Yeah, no way was that thing going up her ass.

  “I didn’t know you were into butt plugs,” she tried to joke. “Need a bit of help with that?”

  Gavin grinned evilly. “Oh, this isn’t for me and I have all the help I need.”

  Colin patted his lap. “Come here, shorty and lay over my lap.”

  Lila shook her head. “I don’t want to.”

  Colin looked at her steadily. “Procrastinating isn’t going to help, Lila. Come here now.”

  “But Gavin’s going to stick that up my ass!” she wailed.

  Colin’s lips twitched. “That he is, and I’m going to help him. Having to wear this all night will remind you how much we love you and want to take care of you. It will also help prepare you to take all three of us.” He tapped his thigh. “Come here now.”

  Lila’s legs moved even as her mind screamed at her to turn and run away. But why would she run? This is where she wanted to be, with these three men.

  She let Colin help her lie over his lap, her body rested on the sofa, her bottom facing Gavin.

  “Okay, little one,” Colin crooned. “I want you to relax for us. The more you relax the easier this will be.”

  “Easy for you to say,” she snapped back. “You’re not the one about to get a plug up your ass.”

  Slap!

  “Hush,” Gavin told her strictly. “Relax.”

  What the hell did he expect from her? He couldn’t order her to relax and expect her to instantly obey him.

  Colin’s hands rubbed over her back, massaging and she gradually found herself doing just that. Then his hands moved to her bottom, parting her cheeks. She whimpered as something cold was dabbed on her asshole.

  Oh hell, this was so embarrassing.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” she groaned as Gavin slipped a single finger deep inside her asshole.

  “Shh, baby, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Colin attempted to soothe her.

  “Gavin has a finger up my ass!” she screeched.

  “Well, I’m about to have two,” Gavin replied matter-of-factly, before pushing another finger inside her tight hole.

  She moaned, utterly humiliated and yet incredibly turned on. Moisture coated her folds as Gavin thrust his fingers across nerve endings she never knew existed.

  “God, that is so hot,” Trace told her. “I can’t wait to have that ass. We’ll have to take care to prepare you, though. This won’t be the last butt plug you have up your ass and each one will be bigger than the last.”

  “Get ready, Lila,” Colin told her. “Take a deep breath in. There you are. Now breathe out.”

  As she exhaled, Gavin slid the butt plug deep inside her. She felt full to bursting as she gasped for breath. Colin spread her legs, his fingers dipping down to brush between her silken folds. “I’m so proud of you for asking for what you need. I think that deserves a reward. What do you think, guys?”

  “I’d say definitely yes,” Gavin said huskily. Colin rubbed his finger over her clit, swirling around it, tapping it.

  “Oh, oh, please,” she cried out, writhing.

  “Please what?” Colin asked.

  “Please let me come, I need to,” she begged.

  “Come when you can, Lila, give it to us, come for us. Good girl,” Colin told her as she bucked, her whole body heaving with the force of her release. “That’s my beautiful, gorgeous girl. You’re ours. All ours.”

  Happy, sated, she let those words sink in. She was theirs.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lila was exhausted.
So tired she could barely keep her eyes open and yet she didn’t want to close them. Every time she did, she thought about her mother, about the other night at Dirty Delights. About meeting her tomorrow.

  A door slammed and she jumped, dropping the glass in her hand.

  “Shit,” she swore looking at the glass on the kitchen floor which now shimmered with shattered glass shards.

  “What happened?” Trace asked, coming into the room.

  Lila sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “I dropped a glass. I’ll just get a pan and brush.”

  Trace held up his hand. “Stay where you are, you’ve got bare feet and I don’t want you cutting yourself.” Trace stepped over the glass and grabbing her around the waist, set her on the kitchen bench. “Sit there, I’ll clean this up.”

  “Sorry,” she sniffled as he tidied everything up.

  Trace glanced up, looking at her worriedly. “Hey, it’s just a glass.”

  “I know, it’s just…” To her horror tears started to drip down her face. She quickly wiped them off but more soon followed.

  Trace pulled her against his chest, rocking her. “It’s been a rough few weeks, hasn’t it, sweetheart? And this meeting with your mother tomorrow is the icing on the cake.”

  “I just wish it was over and done with,” she sobbed.

  “Ahh, baby, you’re so tired, aren’t you? Did you get any sleep last night?”

  Lila shook her head. “I can’t sleep, every time I close my eyes I think about her and I worry about what she’s going to say, how it’s going to go.”

  “What’s wrong?” Gavin asked as he and Colin walked into the kitchen.

  “She’s tired and worried and she’s feeling guilty,” Trace explained, picking her up and holding her against his chest. “I think we’ll just go relax on the couch until dinner’s ready.”

  “Good idea,” Colin agreed. “I don’t think she slept at all last night.”

  Gavin leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Go with Trace and let him look after you. Tonight we’ll have a bath together then Colin can give you one of his famous massages. If you still can’t sleep after that, well, I have some ideas.” He winked at her and she blushed, guessing just what he was talking about.

  *****

  Lila took a deep breath as they pulled up outside the old church. She was in the passenger seat while Gavin drove. Trace and Colin had driven in earlier, but had parked well back and continued in on foot to scout the place out first, wanting to make sure there were no surprises.

  Gavin parked and climbed out, staring around him. She waited until he came around and opened her door, taking his hand as he helped her down. He kept hold of her hand as they walked towards the church. The door opened as they approached and her mother stepped out, her face screwed up in a scowl.

  “What the fuck is he doing here?” she snarled, glaring at them both.

  Gavin kept her close. He’d drilled the rules into her on the way over. She wasn’t to approach her mother. Under no circumstances was she to get between him and her mother. She was to obey him immediately, no matter what he ordered her to do.

  On the drive over Trace had called to tell them he’d spotted a man with her mother. That shouldn’t have surprised her. She wondered whose idea this had been, her mother’s or this mysterious man’s?

  “Gavin is here to support me,” Lila told her.

  Her mother’s gaze left her face to look behind her. “Where’s the money?”

  “I didn’t bring it,” Lila told her. “I’m not paying you.”

  “You sure about that?” A deep voice asked from behind her mother and an older, large man stepped out. He might have been handsome and fit in his day, but his muscles had turned to fat and his hair was thin and graying. His small, beady eyes were hard and mean. “No money means the gloves are off, sweetheart,” he said with a sneer. She shivered, not liking the cold way he stared at her. “Are you sure your boyfriend here wants his reputation dragged through the mud?”

  Lila squeezed Gavin’s hand to keep him quiet. “I’m not afraid of you and I won’t be blackmailed. Those who knew Clay, who know us, they know the truth and their opinions are the only ones that count. You can’t hurt us. And I won’t let you have one cent of Clay’s money. Go back to the hole you crawled out of,” she directed at her mother. “And don’t ever come back. As far as I’m concerned I have no mother.”

  “You little bitch,” Abigail snarled, her hands curling into fists. “After all I did for you. You’re nothing but a money hungry cunt. I wish to God I had gotten rid of you. If I’d had the money I would have. You’ve been nothing but a fucking burden around my neck since you were born. Only reason I kept you around was because I thought you might make me some cash. I was planning on selling you to men who like’em young. Think you’re so great now, don’t you? But you’re nothing but a whore’s daughter. This lot will move on once they get enough of your cunt.”

  “Enough,” Gavin roared, taking a step forward, his hands clenched into fists.

  “No, Gavin,” Lila said urgently, reaching out to grab hold of his arm with both hands. “She’s not worth it. She’s not worth anything,” Lila said, looking at the woman who’d given birth to her.

  “The only thing good thing you ever did was give me up and I’m sure you got your money’s worth for that, didn’t you?” Lila asked.

  She knew from the look on her mother’s face that she was right. She’d often wondered if Clay had paid her mother off and now she knew. Nausea filled her at how close she’d come to being stuck with this woman. How long would it have been until Abigail had sold her to some sick asshole?

  “Go home and don’t come back,” Lila told her with disgust.

  “I don’t think so.” The big man stepped towards them and suddenly Colin and Trace stepped out from the trees, moving towards them steadily, flanking Lila and Gavin.

  “Oh, I think so, buddy,” Trace snarled. “Stand back.”

  “Lila, get in the truck,” Gavin told her.

  She turned immediately and walked away, ignoring Abigail’s calls. Sitting in the truck, she waited for her men, her stomach bubbling with the need to throw up. Sweat ran down her back, her hands shaking as adrenaline flowed through her.

  Trace turned back to look at her worriedly. He sent her a smile even as Gavin’s whole body stiffened and Colin braced himself as though expecting someone to attack. She couldn’t hear what they were saying but their body language spoke volumes. Her men were furious and Abigail—Lila shivered as she made eye contact—was absolutely livid.

  Suddenly the man with Abigail let out a loud roar and stepped forward, his meaty fist raised. Gavin strode forward to meet him, and as Lila watched, breathless, easily blocked his punch with his arm, before quickly following up with a punch to the large man’s gut then a quick uppercut.

  The older man fell back, holding his hand up to his nose. Her mother stepped forward, fluttering around him as he waved her off with a snarl. Gavin said something more before he, Trace and Colin turned and came back towards her.

  Gavin hopped into the driver’s seat as Colin and Trace climbed in the back.

  “What did you say to him?” she asked as Gavin spun the truck around and took off. His knuckles were white where he clasped the steering wheel tightly. “Do you think they’ll leave?” she asked.

  “Oh, they’ll leave,” Colin answered her. “Jake will make sure of that even if we didn’t. Before we came I called the Banning brothers and told them that they had a couple of trespassers hanging out on their land. They’ll be here with Jake shortly to escort your mother and her companion out of town. Nobody is happy with the threats they made, we look after our own.”

  Gavin reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing tight. “Don’t worry, baby girl, you won’t ever see them again. I promise.”

  Relief made her light-headed and she closed her eyes.

  “We told them that they would never get a cent out of us, no matter what they did,” Gavin told her. �
��I also made it abundantly clear that should they ever approach you, call you, write to you then I had a number of ways of getting rid of bodies.”

  “They believed you?” she asked incredulously.

  Gavin stopped beside Trace’s truck and turned to look at her, his eyes cold and deadly. “Baby girl, I meant every word. No one threatens the people I love.”

  “They knew it too,” Colin added as he undid his seatbelt. “They won’t be bothering you again.”

  “But if they ever do then you tell us straight away,” Gavin added, his face so intense that she couldn’t deny him even if she had wanted to.

  “I promise.”

  Colin and Trace climbed out and got into Trace’s truck.

  “Okay, baby girl,” Gavin said, running his thumb over her knuckles. “Let’s go home.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Every time she stopped moving, she started thinking again. It was driving her insane. Over and over in her head, Lila heard her greedy, self-involved mother telling her how much she ever regretted having her.

  Lila rubbed her head, trying to get that woman’s voice out of her head, but nothing helped. Nothing except keeping busy. She stared around the house, but there was nothing left to do. She’d done all the cleaning, washing and ironing. She’d even ironed the men’s underwear for goodness sake.

  She needed to get out of the house, surely that would help. Get some exercise. She put on some long, tight pants and a t-shirt before heading out of the house. Entering the cool, dark stables, she looked around for Ron. Shrugging when she couldn’t see him, she saddled Sunshine herself.

  “This is what I needed, isn’t it boy?” she said, patting Sunshine five minutes later as they moved towards the hilly area of the ranch. The peace of the day soothed her. What did she care what that old bitch said? She wasn’t her family. She may have given birth to her but Clay had raised her.

  Directing Sunshine towards the track that led to lookout point, Lila tried to clear her head, to just live in the moment. This area of the ranch was beautiful, not suitable for ranching, but for biking or riding it was ideal. Reaching the summit, she climbed off Sunshine and took in a few deep gulps of air.