Lang, Chloe - Captured by Cowboys [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  Emmett knew how these things worked. There was always someone waiting to take over if the boss went down. “But there must be more to this syndicate family than Niklaus.”

  Amber sighed. “Nothing is going to happen to me or to you. You’re worrying for nothing.”

  It wasn’t “nothing.” He couldn’t lose her. “Look at me, Amber. In the eyes.”

  She obeyed, her eyelashes fluttering hypnotically.

  God, how he loved her, but she could be headstrong and foolish. Bratty, too. “Time to set the record straight, sweetheart. I will never stop worrying about you, about your safety. That’s my job. Now and forever, got it?”

  She nodded, chewing on her lower lip like a good little sub.

  “Better.” Emmett turned back to Wright. “My question was about others in the crime family’s employment.”

  “Unlikely,” the sheriff said. “The Mitrofanovs’ product has always been meth. The long-established Chicago mafia, The Outfit, has been in a turf war with them for quite some time. Add to that Sergei and the ten underlings you and your brothers took down, besides the two stool pigeons out of the picture, and any power the family has is gone. Keep your woman with you here in Destiny. Everything will be fine. I’ll contact you with any new details that come up in this case. How’s that agreement work for you, Emmett?” Wright held out his hand to seal the deal.

  After Wright’s account of where things sat, Emmett’s strain of worry for his little one eased up. “Works fine, Sheriff.” He shook the man’s hand.

  “Okay, that’s it. I may not work in this hospital, but I am a nurse. One of you can stay, but everyone else out.” Amber’s sister was a real spitfire. “Emmett needs his rest.”

  Wright gave her a mock salute. “Stone, I’ll be in touch.”

  “Better get back to your wife and kids.” Emmett laughed. “Sounds like you and Zane have your hands full.”

  “Yes we do, and we’re loving it, although I definitely need a new hat.” Wright exited with a wave.

  Belle nodded her approval. “That leaves five. I’m sure Juan is hungry, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, ma’am. May I have a hamburger?”

  Amber’s sister’s edge softened as she looked at the boy. “Of course.” She turned back to the rest of the group, and her inner hellcat, claws at the ready, was back. “Two more better be right behind us or else. The one who decides to stay better be quiet and let the patient go back to sleep. Capisce?”

  Belle didn’t wait for anyone to answer but turned with Juan and left the room.

  “Your sister is something else, Amber,” Cody said.

  She smiled and shook her head. “Wait until you really get to know her.”

  Emmett looked at his brothers, his best friends in the world. “Don’t think you’re off the hook for your duties. The ranch can’t run itself.”

  “You’re right about that.” Cody nodded, smiling. “I’m betting you’ll milk the two itty-bitty bullets you took for several weeks.”

  “Two?”

  Bryant nodded. “One in your chest and another in your leg, Emmett.”

  “Quite the overachiever,” Cody teased.

  In addition to the pain in his chest, he was suddenly aware of the soreness just above his right ankle. Pain meds must’ve been running low. “Are you saying that between the three of us we only have three good legs? Some kind of cowboys we make.”

  Emmett and his brothers laughed, though laughing for him was a few added twinges. Best to keep chuckles to a minimum for now.

  “Sawyer and Reed are picking up the slack. Should they need help, Eric and Scott said they could come out.”

  Emmett smiled. The plane crash that took their parents also took Sawyer, Reed, and Erica Coleman’s parents, as well as Eric and Scott Knight’s. They’d all been teenagers at the time, and the event had sealed them together into a tight circle of eight orphans. “The Knight brothers might love being in the saddle more than being behind the desks at Two Black Knights, but I can’t imagine they’ll have time to check on our livestock and still run their multibillion-dollar company.”

  “TBK will be just fine.” Cody’s eyebrows shot up. “Hell, the thing practically runs itself now.”

  Amber squeezed Emmett’s hand even tighter than before. “Master, I think you, Bryant, and Cody make the best kind of cowboys, working legs or not. I love you. I love all of you.”

  “I love you, little one.” He turned to his brothers. “Get out of here before Broom Hilda returns. Amber stays. Deal?”

  “You bet,” Bryant said.

  Cody nodded. “Take good care of our hero, sweetheart. We need him back on his feet.”

  “I promise, I will.”

  His brothers left him in the care of the woman who held their hearts in the palms of her delicate, little hands, the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with. “You and your sister are quite protective of Juan.”

  She nodded.

  “You’re going to be an amazing mother, Amber.”

  Seeing her sweet smile and pink cheeks was the best medicine in the whole wide world.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Amber looked into the eyes of her completely healed cowboy Master, Emmett.

  He, Cody, and Bryant were wearing their Dom attire—tight pants, leather harness, and military boots, all in black. Could there be a more mouthwatering trio? Her answer was an unequivocal “no.”

  She’d been sitting on the porch sipping tea when they suddenly appeared without warning in their sexy garb and commanded her into the playroom. Her body sizzled instantly that very moment. Emmett’s recovery was over, and he was all the way back to his wicked, demanding normal.

  “Time to strip our slave, brothers.” Emmett cupped her chin. “You’re going to be punished, pet.”

  His harsh stare made her a nervous wreck and made her body vibrate hotly. His recovery completed, his hunger seemed to fill the entire playroom.

  “Color?” His word wasn’t a gentle request. It was an order, an ultimatum, a mandate from her Master that best be answered or else, and it was the “else” that had her trembling.

  “Green, Sir.” She shivered just thinking about the pleasure to come. And the punishment? Reaching into her bravest parts, she risked her own question. “Master, what am I being punished for?”

  “I’ve been planning this night, little one, since I woke up in the hospital and saw your sweet face gazing down at me.”

  That long? No wonder she couldn’t tamp down her shivers. “You have, Sir?”

  “Yes, I have. Cody and Bryant, your other Masters, have worked out the details with me.”

  They all looked so wonderfully wicked. Could she bear whatever it was they’d set up for her?

  Emmett continued. “You remember what happened in the sheriff’s office?”

  “I did something wrong in there, Master?”

  “Yes. I made it clear, and so did Bryant, that we wanted you to stay put. But you pushed back and batted those pretty eyelashes of yours. We’re partly to blame, too, slave, but you should’ve obeyed us from the start. If you had, you would’ve been safe with us. I will not tolerate disobedience, little one. My job is to keep you safe, first and foremost. You kept me from doing my job. I don’t want that to ever happen again.”

  Cody removed her top over her head. “Neither do I, sub.” The flirty cowboy she’d first met in him was gone. His unsmiling face terrified and intrigued her.

  Bryant removed her jeans. “We have to punish you.”

  Standing in only her bra and panties, she felt more exposed than ever, even though she’d been intimate with all of them. Cody and Bryant had introduced her to what a threesome could be like—too incredible for words. Emmett’s tongue had ushered in new and overwhelming sensations she’d never known existed, and ever since, she’d been craving like mad to experience it again.

  “You’re our woman. Do you know what that means, little one?” Emmett asked.

  From her head to her toes, s
he was theirs. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m not sure you do. But you will. You’re our responsibility, slave. Ours to keep. Ours to protect. Ours to pleasure. Ours to do with as we please. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You have to trust us. We know what’s best for you. I’m glad you came to us, baby, but when I heard from Nate what led you to us, what you had done stealing those drugs, I about lost it.” He turned to Bryant. “Hand me Blackie.”

  Bryant nodded and handed the scary-looking black paddle to him—the same paddle Emmett had threatened her with the first time in the playroom. Then it had been a test. When he’d asked her color state, she’d confessed with “yellow.” Now this wasn’t a test. This was punishment, plain and simple. Trust. I trust Emmett. I trust Cody. I trust Bryant. She absolutely did trust her cowboys, but that wasn’t backing down her nerves, not one bit.

  Emmett swung it in front of her, and she felt the blast of air it moved on her face, giving her the worst case of the willies. “You’re reckless and headstrong. Tonight you’re going to learn what it means to disobey us. What happened in the past, back in Chicago, in the sheriff’s office, can’t happen again. We take the risks, not you. After tonight, you’ll think twice before you act so rash.”

  He swung it again, and her heartbeats sped up in her chest and her breathing hitched tight in her throat.

  What would the monstrous thing feel like on her ass? The other paddle had warmed her ass up quite nice. Would Blackie burn her until she couldn’t stand on her own?

  As Cody removed her bra and Bryant her panties, a palpitating shudder shot through Amber as her trepidation and wantonness came to blows, warring for supremacy inside her.

  Bryant’s lips feathered along her neck, raising her temperature several notches. “Time to get you on the bench, baby.”

  Her nipples and clit were tingling in anticipation as he and Cody tied her to the bench with ropes, real ropes.

  “What your Masters, my brothers, are doing, little one, is trussing you to the bench so you can’t move. We could’ve used handcuffs, but we want you completely immobile. Each of us carries two pairs of scissors in case you start to panic beyond the pleasurable state we want you in. Do you trust us, slave?”

  “Yes, Master,” she choked out, since getting enough oxygen in her lungs was becoming increasingly difficult. She was so turned on, and they’d only stripped away her clothes. God, she would never tire of their commands from their mouths, their hands, and yes, even their cocks. She could feel the bite of the ropes on all her flesh save one place, her bottom. The bites there would come from Blackie. She gulped, thinking about Emmett, who she could no longer see, standing behind her, staring at her ass, and holding the wicked punishing tool in his hand.

  “I’m done with my knots,” Cody informed in a deep, lusty tone.

  Bryant brushed the hair out of her eyes, giving her a little dose of courage and a whole bunch of goose bumps. “Me, too. Our slave is ready for her punishment.”

  “How about a blindfold and ball gag?” Cody’s suggestion heightened her tremors. “I know we didn’t talk about using them, but I think our pet might get more out of the experience if we did.”

  “Good thinking,” Emmett said. “But just the blindfold tonight. I want to hear her screams. Color, slave?”

  Cody carefully covered her eyes.

  “Green, Master.” The truth was her green was vacillating in shades of worry and want. Still, she couldn’t believe how easily she was settling into her cowboys’ lifestyle. She was taking to BDSM play lickety-split. Lick? God, please lick me again, Emmett. She didn’t dare say it out loud or anything else for that matter unless instructed to speak or answer. She didn’t want Emmett to change his mind on the ball gag thingy Cody had mentioned.

  “Let us train our slave, brothers.” Emmett’s voice was harsher than she’d ever heard it, sending butterflies aloft in her belly.

  “You.”

  The first whack from Blackie in Emmett’s hand to the very middle of her ass shocked a scream out of her, but she couldn’t move even an inch with Cody’s and Bryant’s ropes around her. The sting continued to sizzle when he removed it from her backside.

  “Will.”

  The next whack landed in the center of her left cheek. Blackie’s chomp sizzled on her flesh, causing her nipples and clitoris to throb like mad.

  “Obey.” Her right cheek was scorched by the monstrous paddle’s next attack, releasing a flood of tears from her eyes and pussy.

  “You.” Thwack. “Will.” Thwack. “Obey.” Thwack.

  Over and over, Emmett said the same words, punctuating them with Blackie’s teeth to her ass.

  Never had she felt such overwhelming heat or mind-blowing dizziness. Every spank chipped away at her resistance, her hesitation, her walls, her doubts. The more the paddle landed on her now-molten ass, the more she surrendered herself to them. Trust. Absolute and total.

  “Color?” Her Master’s voice came through the delicious haze, filling her with rapture.

  “Green, Master.” Her own words seemed distant and faraway.

  “Are you ready to obey us, little one? Always?”

  “Yes, Masters. Always.”

  “Sweet surrender,” Emmett said in a hushed tone that sounded like satisfaction to her.

  “Beautiful,” Bryant added in a similar timbre.

  “She’s ours. All ours,” Cody said in a resonance matching his brothers’.

  Their praise filled her with pride. She’d pleased her Masters.

  “You’re my everything, Amber.” Cody’s words reached into her and her heart swelled. She felt his lips on her forehead. “I love you, baby.”

  Before she could respond to him, another pair of hands caressed her. Bryant’s deep tone vibrated along her skin. “You’ve changed me, sweetheart. I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much I love you.” He kissed her cheek.

  The passion in Bryant’s voice filled her with joy. She parted her lips to confess how she felt about him, but then Emmett placed his hand gently over her mouth before she could.

  “Wait, Amber. I have something to say first.” He removed his hand but she remained silent as he wished. “I’d lost sight of what living was about. Since our parents’ deaths, I did what I had to do to keep my brothers and me together. I don’t regret a minute of it. We were brothers, yes, but all of us had forgotten what it meant to be a family. And then I found you in the road and everything changed.” His words held a fierce devotion combined with a powerful tenderness that made her know she was really home. “You’re my future. You’re the love of my life, little one. I will never let you go, understand?” Emmett’s lips crushed possessively into hers. Then he choked out a final word that shook her very soul. “Never.”

  Happy tears streamed down her face. Amber’s amnesia had brought her to Destiny and to a new life, a life with her soldier cowboys—Emmett, Bryant, and Cody. This was blissful submission. They were hers as much as she was theirs. Through trembling lips, she whispered, “I love you, too.”

  In a flash, they removed the ropes and blindfold. She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the light as they all undressed.

  “We’re going to keep you on the bench, little one. Grab Bryant’s hands. That’s my girl. We’re going to lower the bench so that we can all fuck you at the same time.”

  Her first thought, in her light-headed, lusty-filled state, was she had no idea the bench could be adjusted to a different height, and her second was how did they plan on fucking her simultaneously? As the contraption locked into the position her Masters wanted, her pussy got even wetter.

  “Cody and I are going to slide you down the bench a few inches to give us better access to your pussy and ass,” Emmett said in syllables clearly chock full of carnality.

  They shifted her down.

  She heard the sounds of condoms opening, and then Emmett lifted her up as if she were weightless. She saw Cody crawl onto the bench where
she’d just been.

  “I’m going to love feeling your pussy gripping my cock, pet.” He growled with lust in his eyes. Her clit ached, driving her to the brink of maddening desire.

  Emmett lowered her down onto Cody’s body. She could feel his sheathed cock on her mound, making her even wetter. Then Emmett dribbled lube on her ass and began preparing it with his fingers, spreading them out inside her. She recalled how the plug had felt but knew his cock would stretch and fill her so much more.

  “Now I want your sweet, little mouth.” Bryant moved in close and lined up his cock to her mouth. “Enjoy your meal, pet.”

  She parted her lips, and her cowboy took immediate advantage. His hands grabbed the back of her head as he groaned and pushed his massive cock past her lips and down her throat. He tasted like man-candy, masculine and hot. She licked the pre-cum off the tip with her tongue, and hollowed out her cheeks, sucking hard on her cowboy’s cock.

  She tensed slightly as she felt Emmett’s dick pressing against her anus.

  “Let’s claim our slave, brothers.” Emmett’s hot, howling tone ignited a fresh blaze inside her body.

  Continuing to swallow Bryant’s dick down her throat, she’d never known need to be so consuming, so unmanageable, so heavy. She wanted to be claimed by her cowboys, to have all their cocks inside her body.

  Cody thrust his cock into her pussy, hitting her in that special place that burst her into flames, causing her clit to throb overwhelmingly and her pussy to clench tight around his shaft.

  When she felt Emmett’s cock deep inside her ass, she moaned into Bryant’s cock. With each thrust in and out, he howled a single conquering word. “You. Are. Mine.”

  These three men loved her. They’d loved her when she didn’t even know herself. They’d loved her when monsters came for her. They still loved her. She trusted them to love her forever. It was crazy and unbelievable how her life had changed. They’d rescued her and given her so much her heart could barely contain.

  Completely vulnerable for their taking, she groaned at the feel of her Masters’ big dicks in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. Even without the ropes, she didn’t have to move. Her cowboys were in charge, delivering waves of pleasure as they slid in and out in perfectly synchronized thrusts, plunging faster and deeper.