Sing for Your Supper

by Samms, Jaime

  “Well. That will never do, will it?” Matt asked, removing his hands from underneath so he could unbutton the shirt and slip it off my shoulders.

  I clamped my lips shut, determined not to make a sound, though I did remove my arms, one at a time, from the sodden sleeves. It brought my attention back to my task, though, and I went back to scrubbing plates.

  “Halfway there,” Jim rumbled from his seat at the table.

  “I’m working on it,” Matt assured him.

  “You both suck.”

  “Careful,” Matt warned, a tease in his voice, “or we just might start there.” He lifted a hand to touch my lips, and I couldn’t help it. I moaned, just a little, and let him slip a finger between my lips. He didn’t have to tell me suck.

  Comes second nature, now.

  Possibly it did, but his whispered pleasure, caressing my ear as he withdrew the finger to slip his hand into the back of my pants, sent a slide of goose bumps over me. With his one arm wrapped around the top of my chest, and his hand prying between my ass cheeks, it was impossible not to make some noise.

  Behind us, Jim’s chair screed across the floor. I glanced over to find his eyes on me, dark, full of lust and desire. “You’re going to have to take those joggers off, T. Now.”

  Fuck me.

  Was I that easy a mark? Or just easy? I obliged him, lifting them over the bandages and letting them fall to the floor, giving him a clear view as Matt’s finger found its mark and pushed home.

  “Ahhh…”

  “Fuck, I love that sound.” Matt buried his face against me neck and nuzzled. His fingers griped my shoulder, holding me against his chest, bracing me, as he pushed another finger into me.

  I gave up. He was too good. Knowing Jim was watching us was too much. I rocked into his hand. “More, please, Matt,” I whispered, trying not to sound like I was begging.

  “All in good time.”

  He’d only had me once, but apparently he had a really good memory. He knew exactly how to play with me to keep me on the edge without sending me over.

  “Please. This is torture!” I shook suds and water around the kitchen and reached for my aching cock. He could play with my ass all he wanted. I’d let him fuck me once, and he knew what he was doing, but I needed to get off now, before I exploded.

  It was Jim, strong, implacable, who caught my wrist and pulled my hand away, not allowing me to relieve myself.

  Behind me, Matt began to shake. His fingers stopped moving, going lax inside my body, and I tried to turn, to see what was wrong.

  “Easy, babe.” Jim was standing behind him, but now he moved, turning us both so that I was no longer pinned against the sink, but facing him, and he could look into Matt’s eyes. “Just me.” He caressed Matt’s face, leaned past me to kiss him, and a gentle, relieved sigh left Matt. He sagged against me, and I reached around to hold onto him.

  Pinioned between the two of them, it hit home at last. This wasn’t a game. It wasn’t me singing for my supper. I was vulnerable enough, Jim could look after me like Matt wouldn’t allow him to do, and strong enough Matt could dominate me, as Jim could not allow. I was their missing piece. They were the family I’d never had.

  I sighed softly and they both moved away some.

  “Taylor?” Jim cupped my chin, lifting my head to peer into my eyes. “Bed?”

  I nodded. Matt slipped his fingers free and took my hand as we moved off to Jim’s bedroom. Jim followed, his hand on my shoulder. I might have felt like a lamb, being led to slaughter, except neither of them was guiding me, so much as going where I went.

  I lay down on my side on the bed and Matt sat cross-legged in front of me, while Jim perched on the edge of the bed behind me.

  “We’re taking the bandages off now,” Jim informed me.

  Matt got up, fetched a cloth and the trash can. Jim peeled back the bandages, and at long last, I made myself look at the scars.

  They were unrecognisable as a brand. Just a lot of ugly, puckered skin. I ran my finger tips over the mess. The skin tingled under my touch in an unpleasant, sickening kind of way. I shuddered.

  Matt curled his fingers around the back of my head and kissed my forehead. “Don’t. It isn’t anything. Just a bad memory.”

  Like yours is a bad memory?

  I wanted to say it, but I held my tongue. He wanted me to feel better about it. I wanted to feel better about it, but right now, it was an ugly, painful blight. I wanted his touch, Jim’s kisses—I wanted them both to just hold onto me and not to think about it for now.

  “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I said, trying and failing to keep my voice steady.

  “No.” Jim leant down, big hand on my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. “Make love, maybe. If you want.”

  I nodded. “Please?”

  “You’re just adorable when you beg,” Matt teased, though his fingers riding along my jaw were tender, and his eyes glowed. “Who do you want first?”

  “Wha—?”

  Of course he’d do that. Make you choose.

  Matt chuckled, his hand that wasn’t caressing my cheek running down my middle and grazing over my cock. “Open up, T. I’m going to get you all ready for Jim.” He glanced up at the big rancher, licked his lips, and smiled. “He’s going to be gentle this time.”

  Jim grunted, and I turned to look at him. “I don’t mind.”

  Jim’s hand cupped the side of my head, his fingers burrowing into my hair. “You like a little rough.” He leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “Just a little though.”

  I nodded, and wiggled my legs apart as Matt’s hand slithered between them.

  Between them, they opened me up, stretching and playing until I was a puddle, unable to muster enough words in a string to ask them to get on with it. In the back of my head, I wondered if I was ever going to have a coherent thought again, but in that moment, I just wanted a cock up my ass.

  I was lifting my hips, trying to convey my needs when I couldn’t make my throat form the sounds, when Jim finally took up a position between my thighs and lifted my feet up to his shoulders.

  He was gentle, but firm, taking me in one long, steady push, his big hands rubbing over my chest, easing the passage with his calm. Still, I couldn’t catch my breath.

  “Matt…”

  He crawled up, lifted my shoulders and slipped behind me. Once again, I was between them, Jim inside, and Matt wrapped around, his lips roaming over every inch of skin he could reach. It was too much to keep track of. The first time, I wanted to pay attention, remember it all, but I drifted, rocked by Jim’s greater weight, soothed by Matt’s hands, lulled by his kisses, and all the sensation rolled me right past wanting release to some other place.

  I felt, I heard, know I made noise. I heard that, too, but my mind wandered slightly apart from my body, just outside sensation. It was unlike anything I’d ever known, too hard to concentrate, and I gave up, just riding the wave of hazy delight.

  At one point, I drifted back to myself, sweaty and aching, while they changed positions. I felt the hair of Jim’s chest at my back, his big, wonderful hands, with their calluses running over my body, and Matt’s glorious, long cock filling and pumping. His face swam in the haze for a while, the only thing in focus, but soon, that slid away again.

  They carried me beyond sex to something else. Something impossible.

  I don’t even know if I ever came. It didn’t matter. I eased back into my skin snuggled in Jim’s arms with Matt’s hands carefully whipping me down.

  “Hey.” He smiled gently, his gold eyes soft. “Welcome back.”

  “Sorry.” I struggled to sit up. Jim helped, easing me up, but not really letting me go.

  “Don’t be sorry.” Matt’s smile grew, and he set his cloth aside. “You were spectacular.”

  “I don’t know…” But the words sank into me like his touch and his kisses, and I grinned.

  It had felt like I was somewhere else, but I could remember every touch, everything.
I just seemed to have floated through it all in a cloud of bliss.

  “I’ll be a useless puddle if you do that often.”

  Jim, still silent, pulled me a little closer.

  “Jimbo, he’s okay.” Matt reached past me to touch Jim’s face.

  “Just a little spacey,” I assured Jim, kissing his forearm where it crossed in front of me. I twisted around in his arms to face him, and looked him in the eye. “It was good. Better than good. I’ve never been…there before.”

  He nodded, lips pursed, eyes dark.

  “What?” I was turned completely around, now, up on my knees in front of him. “What, Jim?”

  His brows drew down, and finally, he opened his mouth. “You couldn’t have stopped us if you wanted to.”

  “Did it seem like I wanted to?”

  He shook his head.

  “Jim.” I struggled for a way to explain what I only had a glimmering of understand of myself. “I made my choice. I gave myself to you and Matt.” I shrugged. It sounded a little stupid, but I soldiered on, anyway. “That was me saying yes. There was no question after that. I trust you. I didn’t think you would do anything I would have had to say no to, and I was right.”

  “You barely know us…”

  “You saved my life. Matt risked his to protect me. It’s more than anyone I’m even related to has ever done. I trust you.” Leaning close, pressing my lips to his, I plied him until he responded, opening up and letting me really kiss him.

  When he pulled away, he still studied me closely. “You think I’m trustworthy?”

  “Yeah. I think you’re worthy of a lot more.”

  Our morning together only confirmed what I’d imagined at the start of it—that I needed them, and they needed me, and some day, we would all manage to voice that. For now, I just kissed him again, pushed until he was lounging back on the bed, hands roaming over my back as I kissed him into oblivion. All I wanted, as I settled down beside him, was to fall asleep with his arms around me, wake up the same, smell Matt’s cooking, feel the golden man’s presence, even though I knew he wouldn’t always be there with us. Today, he was, and if I had any say, we would all be spending a lot more time getting to know one another. A day off was hard to manage for a rancher, but I’d make it happen, one way or another.

  Even as I thought that, Jim stirred. “We have work to do there, cowboy.”

  I guided his hand to my belly, gently rocked against him, stretching my body out the length of his. “We do. You can start there.” I patted his hand, and finally, he loosened, chuckled, and I felt the tension run out of him.

  “You do know Jeb will come looking for us.”

  “Rob can look after the animals. One day off.” I looked down at Matt, sitting on the bed near my knees, watching us. “One day. You’ll stay.”

  “Bossy much?”

  “Yes.”

  “You do know you’re the sub,” he said, laying himself in all his lanky glory out on my other side. “You don’t get to give orders.”

  “Watch me.” I reached over and kissed him, resisting his efforts to melt me, and turning my own charms on him instead.

  “Okay.” He rested his forehead against mine. “Today. I’m not moving in or anything.”

  “I know. But you can tend those vegetable plots. I assume you planted them?”

  He frowned at me. “Jim’s dad will eat me alive.”

  “Suck it up, buttercup. From what I can tell, he’s just pissed you left Jim rattling around here on his own. You’ll just have to make it up to him.”

  “You better not think you’re getting away with this little tirade.”

  I kissed him, a short little peck, and grinned. “I hope not.”

  “Brat.” He pinned me down with a kiss, and I revelled in it, in the feel of Jim’s gaze soaking it all in, silent, approving, and I let myself melt a little bit into the wonder that was fate.

  It was good to know he would always be part of us, a phone call away, a few miles down the road, no longer denying himself the love he’d been feeling for who knew how long.

  “This is good,” I muttered, snuggling into Jim’s embrace.

  “What?”

  “Us. You. Matt. Everything.”

  It certainly wasn’t where I’d expected to end up. I reached down touched the tender scar on my hip and felt, not the fear or revulsion I’d thought I would always feel, but a strange kind of contentment. It hadn’t been fun or easy getting here, but I finally, for the first time in my life, felt like I had found home.

  About the

  Jaime writes, romance, fantasy, urban fantasy, shifter stories about men, about life, about love. Her work is populated with mostly men, most of whom are into each other, and yes, we do mean into each other. You can find plenty of free reading on her website.

  She also reviews for Dark Diva Reviews, mostly the same types of stories, and will happily spout her opinion on the books she reads to her kids, who she home schools. Finally, she’s occasionally gainfully employed. She writes for the love it, and hopes to pass on that love to her readers, her kids, and anyone else who comes along.

  Email: jaime.samms@gmail.com

  Jaime Samms loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

  Also by Jaime Samms

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  Rainbow Alley: Finders Keepers

  Saddle Up ‘N’ Ride: Sing for Your Supper

  Stealing My Heart: Hotwired Heart

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