by Tara Rose
She laughed, but only because if she didn’t, she knew she would start to cry again.
Wyatt pulled Ria close. “I’m so proud of you right now.” His voice was soft and full of love, and Ria’s heart soared. “Let’s get back inside, but when we’re alone with you again, we’re going to show you how grateful we are for what you did tonight.”
She shivered, but not from the cold.
* * * *
Sunday morning, Wyatt and Trent called Ria to tell her that the two men had confessed to arson, and had ratted out their contacts from Philly and Louisville. The case had been turned over to the FBI, so Racy was now officially done with it. Pearl’s new shop would be built, and Ned would serve out his jail sentence.
“I’m glad it’s over, but I wish Gerry hadn’t had to die for it. Did Sean, Chad, or Harrison ever say why Gerry had no coat that night?”
“Yes,” said Wyatt. “He’d stolen money from one of the farm houses out on US 231 where these men have been holed up, and Ned saw him do it. Gerry ran and Ned followed him, then killed him in the alley.”
Ria shook her head. “What a waste.”
They agreed with her. Then they changed the subject and told her that they were taking her to Maddox’s club that afternoon, before her shift, just so she could see it.
“Can’t that wait until we can play there as well?”
“No,” said Wyatt, “it can’t. Trent and I think you should simply tour it first, and we’ve waited long enough for this.”
She knew better than to argue the point, plus she’d been anxious to finally see the club for weeks now. Ria knew something was amiss as soon as they pulled onto Maddox’s property and went around the back. She recognized all the cars parked next to his house. “What is really going on? Why is everyone here?”
Wyatt grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “Just come inside.”
“You two told me this was only a tour.”
“It is,” said Trent, taking her hand. “But we have a surprise for you as well.” He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, so she didn’t say anything else because she didn’t want to ruin this for them.
Once inside, they led her to a set of double doors at the end of the main hallway. Ria’s head swiveled around but she’d have to admire the opulence of Maddox’s house another time. These two were in a hurry. Just before they opened the doors, they told her to close her eyes.
“Take tiny steps,” said Wyatt. “There are three stairs in front of you, and then you’ll be on the main floor.”
Ria did as he said, her heart hammering. She could feel the others standing in the room. What was going on?
“Okay,” said Trent, when they reached the main floor. “Now you can open your eyes.”
It wasn’t a shock to see everyone who had been at Luke’s Bar the other night, but when Wyatt handed her another wrapped gift, she stared at him, confused.
“We had planned to give you this Friday night, but then all hell broke loose, so Maddox let us use his club this afternoon instead. And, it’s more fitting that this be given to you here.”
“Should I open it now?”
He smiled. “Yes, but before you do, there’s something we have something to tell you. We should have told you a long time ago.”
Her heart raced as she gazed into his eyes.
“Ria, I love you. We both do. I never thought I’d say that to any woman, but you’re not any woman. You’re the one I want to spend my life with. I want you as my sub, and my lover, and my best friend.”
Ria swiped at her tears, not even caring that everyone could see them. “I love you, too, Wyatt. I want all that. I want what every sub in this room has. To be with my two Doms forever.”
Wyatt kissed her, and then he moved aside so Trent could pull her close. “Oh, Ria.” He stroked her hair, and then he looked into her eyes. “I love you, too. I want you as my best friend, my sub, and my most perfect lover, because you already are all of those things.”
“I love you, too, Trent. I want you as well. I want you both. It’s what I’ve wanted since the first time I was with you. I was afraid to say it. I didn’t know how you’d react.”
“We were both afraid, too.” Trent kissed her, and then he asked her to open the present. She gasped when she saw the necklace. It was red and black—her favorite colors—and it featured three gold-trimmed hearts. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“We want you to wear it as your collar, not just as a necklace,” said Wyatt. “And we wanted everyone here to witness us giving it to you.”
She shook her head. “I’m overwhelmed. So this is like my collaring ceremony?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what it is.”
“I never expected this. I don’t know what to say right now. Will you place it on me, Sir? Oh wait…am I supposed to I kneel?”
They both beamed as if she’d just asked them to perform the most important function on the planet. “It’s okay,” said Wyatt. “You’re fine just the way you are.”
Trent stepped behind her, and Wyatt took the necklace out of the box and placed it around her neck. Trent fastened the clasp, and then they each kissed her again.
“It looks perfect on you,” said Wyatt.
“I can’t wait to see her naked with nothing else on,” said Trent.
Everyone clapped and cheered, and Ria didn’t even mind what Trent had just said in front of them all. She felt as if she would overflow with pride and happiness. The men shook hands and the women all hugged her.
She kept touching the necklace, making sure it was still there. She was collared. Collared. Like every sub here, just as she’d always wanted to be. She truly belonged here now, with all of them. She truly belonged to both Wyatt and Trent now as well.
Wyatt and Trent were her official Doms. They loved her, and they wanted her as their sub forever. All her dreams had just come true. This was the best day of her life. And she was going to spend every day from this moment on making them proud of her and showing them both how very, very much she loved them.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tara Rose loves to write about small towns and the quirky people that inhabit them. You’ll find engaging characters, budding romance, intrigue, and plenty of hot, steamy ménage sex within the pages of her books. You never really know what goes on behind closed doors, but her books will take you there, and leave you panting for more.
When she isn’t writing, Tara spends time with her husband—her real-life hero. She loves to cook, collect antique pottery, and she will read just about anything. Tara also plays the cello and loves decorating her house for Christmas.
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