Bound to Billionaires [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  “No, I can’t. But you’re going to have to chill, bro.”

  “What are you talking about?” Scott asked.

  “Megan matters to you, doesn’t she?”

  “Of course.” Scott nodded. “She’s the one. Agreed?”

  “Yes,” he confessed. “She is. You’re going to have to go more than five minutes without thinking about sex. She’s still very scared. We can still blow our chance with her.” Eric thought about how Megan must’ve felt being manipulated by Kip all those years ago. Her innocence. His evil. “Come to think of it don’t talk to Kip about Megan. Don’t even let him know we have her.”

  Scott nodded. “I am in complete agreement to your change of plan. He doesn’t need to know a fucking thing about Megan.” His brother let out a big breath of air. “I won’t blow our chance with Megan. I can control myself. Can you?”

  Before he could answer, Megan walked onto the patio in an outfit that blasted his yet-unspoken answer “of course, I can control myself” into oblivion. What remained in his head were a million images of Megan naked and under him.

  She looked like a sexy executive with her leather computer bag on her shoulder. Her black pants and top fit her body perfectly, causing his dick to harden in his jeans. The plunging neckline showed just enough of her cleavage to tempt but not enough to make him send her back up to change. No way would he let her be seen in anything more revealing outside without at least a day collar around her neck. A collaring ceremony would have to come later, after a few more lessons. What really caught his attention were her red stilettos. They looked so very sexy on her. They would look even better dangling from her toes hanging down his back while he licked on her pussy, drowning his face in her sweet cream.

  “What do you think?” she asked, spinning in a circle, holding her arms out. “It’s Christian Dior.”

  “Very nice.” Scott stood and pulled out a chair for her.

  “I must agree. What about the shoes?”

  “Gretchen picked them out. I had chosen black but she said it was too matchy-matchy. She thought I needed a pop of color. They’re Christian Louboutin.”

  “Gorgeous,” he said, unable to shake the image of her underneath him naked and writhing in ecstasy.

  “Are you just saying that?” she asked.

  “Do you think I would lie to you, little one?”

  Her cheeks turned the sweetest shade of pink. “No. I’m sorry. I just am nervous about today. I guess I shouldn’t be. I am going into the office with the copresidents of the company.”

  “Actually, sweetheart, you’re going in with Eric. I have another meeting to attend.”

  Eric didn’t like that they were holding back from Megan about Kip, but it was the only way he and Scott believed they could keep her safe. Knowing too much might end in disaster, especially given her immense courage. Megan would want to act, and that was the last thing she needed to do right now.

  She frowned. “I’m supposed to be your personal assistant. Shouldn’t I be booking your meetings or taking your messages for you?”

  “Already claiming your turf, are you?” Scott teased, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “You better eat up. I’m sure Eric is going to work you hard today. And you don’t want to disappoint Gretchen. She worked hard on this meal.”

  “Is there coffee?” she asked.

  “Have you heard Gretchen’s accent? It’s English tea in this house. Nothing else.”

  She smiled. “Not a problem.”

  Scott turned to him. “I already got Megan started on the paintball project on the round trip to New York.”

  “Excellent. Where are you on that?” he asked her.

  She needed to feel valued, and the truth was that project was an important one for TBK and for Scott and him, too.

  Megan smiled and pulled out her new laptop. She turned it on. “I’ve got some questions about that, if you two don’t mind.”

  “Can we clone her, Scott? An army of her in all our offices would double our company’s value.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “It’s not even seven and you’re already on the job.”

  “I’m excited to get started, Eric.” She looked at her screen. “I pulled up the website for Destiny’s Annual Paintball Extravaganza this morning. The proceeds are earmarked for children’s charities chosen by a board of ten citizens. Who is on the board?”

  “This year’s list includes Ethel O’Leary, Jennifer Steele, Cody Stone, Phoebe Blue, Melissa and Hiro Phong, Lucy and Norman, and me and Scott.”

  Gretchen came in with a suitcase. “Scott, I understand you have a trip to make today.”

  “If I didn’t know better, I would think you might be behind our hacker problem at TBK. How did you know that? I just found out myself not ten minutes ago.”

  Even as children, she’d dazzled them with her ability to be ready for anything. She deserved a merit badge for her talents.

  “I’m a witch and we don’t tell our secrets. You should know that after all these years, young man.”

  “Especially not your real age,” Eric said.

  Gretchen laughed and then scanned the table. “Not hungry? Surely I didn’t get up at four to get this all ready for you to have it go to waste?”

  He grinned. “Master manipulator, that’s who you are, Mrs. Hollingsworth.”

  “Mind your tongue and eat.”

  “Are you going to join us, Gretchen?” Megan asked.

  Eric was about to tell her that Gretchen never had a meal with them no matter how much they begged her when something shocking happened.

  “I think I will, dear.” Gretchen pulled up a chair to a plate of food he hadn’t even noticed before. It was a smaller plate than all the rest but filled with tinier portions of the same meal. She had intended to eat with them all along.

  Eric looked over at Scott, who by the strip of bacon hanging from his unmoving mouth must’ve been just as taken aback by this as he was.

  “Stop gawking at me, boys. Eat.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Scott said, gobbling up the strip of bacon.

  “When does the board choose a recipient of the monies from the paintball event?” Megan was back on task. He liked how focused she could be when necessary.

  “Usually a couple months after the bout,” he told her. “No later than August, though.”

  Scott’s plate was empty. “If I were a betting man, I’d put my chips on the new Boy’s Ranch the Stone brothers are setting up for Amber’s orphans.”

  “You are a betting man,” Gretchen said. “The weekly poker game at the O’Learys’ is something you two never miss.”

  “Nor do you,” Scott teased.

  “Guilty as charged,” the dear woman answered.

  Megan looked at him with her green eyes, which were glistening in the morning light. “What about my old computer? Did you find anything on it?”

  Eric shook his head and saw the disappointment spread over her face.

  “I know you’ve never said this is connected to Kip in some way, but it is, isn’t it?”

  Time to distract her. “Megan, let’s get back to the paintball event. You’re going to have to coordinate with the sheriff and his deputy for security. TBK and O’Leary Enterprises provide additional support on that front, being cosponsors of the event.”

  “I’m not an idiot, Eric. Talk to me. What are you guys working on to get to the bottom of all of this mess?”

  Scott told her their entire plan before Eric could stop him. “Baby, we’ve put in some code and false information that should smoke out any mole inside TBK.”

  “Do you think that will lead you to Kip or whoever is working with him?” The five-year struggle she’d gone through was evident in every sigh. “I’m not even sure he’s still in prison.”

  “Who knows where he is?” Eric hated lying to her, knowing full well Kip’s actual location since Dylan’s e-mail. But he felt that was the best course to take with her for now. “Besides, Megan, if the
asshole is in prison there’s no way he’s involved with our issues.” Eric knew better, but didn’t want to add to her worries. He and Scott knew firsthand how capable Kip could be at manipulation, which was only surpassed by the brilliant asshole’s computer skills.

  “We’ve got a short list of suspects that we’re going through.” Scott pushed his empty plate forward, and then shot Eric a glance that let him know he, too, wanted to change the subject off of Kip.

  “And they are?” Megan wasn’t backing down. He couldn’t blame her after all the hell she’d gone through because of Kip.

  “Vicky Bates currently tops the list,” Eric told her. “She’s an exec at our company but has recently gone missing.”

  “Did Kip ever work with her?” Megan asked, once again turning the conversation back to the person who had ruined her life.

  “Yes,” Scott said. “Kip and Vicky were part of the first group we hired at TBK years ago.”

  “Any other questions, sweetheart?” he asked, allowing a hint of irritation to show in his tone.

  It was important to keep Megan busy for many reasons, but the most important being to keep her mind off of finding the hacker. That was his and Scott’s job, not hers.

  “Just don’t leave me in the dark, guys.”

  “Trust us, sweetheart,” he told her. Not a lie but definitely not the truth either. “Now let’s get back to working out the details about the paintball event.”

  Megan nodded.

  * * * *

  Megan walked out the door of The Knight Mansion with Eric. “Is it just me or is the weather getting even better?”

  “It is.” Eric was still a mystery to her.

  Last night had been the best night of her life. She had lost her virginity to Scott, and in a way to Eric, too. They’d changed her completely. She felt so alive, maybe for the first time in her life. She was still a little sore from her first time. God, it had happened and it had been more than she’d ever dreamed. Of course it was. The Knights were experienced Doms. They knew their way around a woman’s body better than the average man, and probably better than most Doms.

  Could she be enough for Eric? For Scott? Last night had been life changing, but they’d carried her out of their special sanctum because they didn’t think she could handle it. Megan’s doubts screamed and mocked her like they always did. Best to think about something else than lose herself in a tornado of crazy thoughts.

  “How many employees work at the TBK offices?”

  “Around the country? Six hundred thirty-three.”

  “Wow. That’s pretty exact, Eric.”

  “It’s important to me to be exact.” He stopped at the top of the stairs. “Look at those mountains, little one.”

  Little one. Why did her knees want to buckle every time he called her that? “They’re beautiful.”

  “Let’s walk to the office today.”

  “Sounds wonderful. How far is the building?” She hadn’t gotten to get a good view of the street their mansion was on the day they’d brought her here, being so nervous about their proposal.

  “Two blocks. Five-minute walk. Ten-minute saunter.”

  Saunter wasn’t a word she heard often back in Dallas. It bespoke of an earlier age, an age of gallantry, which Eric had by the bucketloads.

  They walked past his car and down the drive to the road, which ran between the Knights’ place and another mansion across the street. “Who lives there?”

  The place was ultramodern in styling, like giant blocks with walls of glass, and what parts of the walls weren’t see-through were crisp white. In front of the place was a long rectangle pond. She couldn’t see it from here, but she would bet there were koi in lots of the glass and crisp white walls. The landscaping had a cool Asian feel.

  “Number Two, O’Leary Circle. Jennifer Steele does.”

  “Alone?”

  “She lost her husband Bill to cancer twelve years ago.”

  “Any kids?”

  “Bill had a daughter from a previous marriage, but I’ve never met the girl. I don’t think she and Jennifer get along.”

  “Sounds like she’s had a tough time.” Money might make someone’s life easier, but obviously heartbreak was the universal leveler whether rich or poor.

  “Jen is tough. She’s the unattached queen of the subs at Phase Four. She’s gotten many offers by Doms to take their collar, but she has refused them all.”

  “Collar?” she asked.

  “Part of the life.”

  “Like a wedding ring?”

  Eric nodded. “And more.”

  Megan could just imagine what the “more” meant. “I’m not surprised men wouldn’t want someone who has a place like this.” She pointed to the massive house. Looking to her right, she saw the road came to a dead end. “I see we go left.”

  “We do.” Eric could be a man of few words at times. At other times, he could be quite talkative, like when he was with Gretchen.

  The grade was uphill, and she wondered if she should’ve worn tennis shoes instead of stilettos. As they walked up the road, they came to the circle that gave the name to the whole lane. The mansion that bordered it was massive, four stories high. It looked more like a gothic castle than anything she’d ever seen before. Of course, the massive dragon statue in front of it told her who resided inside.

  “And that is Number One, O’Leary Circle.” Eric smiled, which was not common for him. “Ethel, Patrick, and Sam live there.” His tone reminded her of how he talked to Gretchen, laden with affection.

  “It looks like it could use a moat.”

  He stopped walking and stood in the middle of the street, facing the fairy-tale place. “Don’t tease. Patrick has plans drawn up for one, but Ethel has put her foot down.”

  “How big is it inside?”

  “Twenty-two thousand square feet.”

  “Wow. That’s impressive.”

  “You should see inside. They hold the four big seasonal events for Destiny—Summer Solstice on June twenty-first, Halloween, which costumes are required, a Christmas party that will blow your mind, and Dragon Week, which is celebrated in March.”

  “Dragon Week? The O’Learys are crazy for dragons, aren’t they?”

  “Just Patrick. Ethel tolerates it, but Sam, his brother, loves to rib him about it every chance he gets.”

  “Why is Mr. O’Leary so passionate about dragons anyway?”

  “You’ll have to ask him yourself. I want to see your face when he tells you.” Eric touched her cheek. “We better get going. You don’t want to be late on your first day.”

  “I hear the boss is a tyrant.”

  “You hear right. Let’s go.”

  They turned left, continuing their morning walk.

  The circle connected the two parts of the street together. The one that was between The Knight Mansion and The Steele Estate ran east and west. The one that connected the exclusive neighborhood to the rest of the town ran north and south.

  At the intersection of North and East Streets, Eric stopped again. “What do you think of our downtown, Megan?”

  Why did everyone who lived here have such pride about this place? Maybe it was because Destiny was unlike anywhere else in the world. Most likely.

  “It’s beautiful.” She glanced at the dragon statue on the opposite corner from where they stood. Phoebe had called it The Red Dragon. Passion. The memories of last night swirled in her head, and she felt her body suddenly start tingling. She glanced over at Eric, who was staring at her with his intense blue eyes.

  “Red Dragon is something, isn’t she?”

  “I thought it was a he?”

  He shrugged. “I guess it depends on your perspective, little one.”

  Don’t fail me, knees. Not now. Not here.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Scott sat on a bench facing a prison cell similar to one he’d seen in a movie, only in this version he was in the role Foster played. Kip Lunceford was the stand-in for Hopkins.

  Kip ha
dn’t changed much in the last five years, same dark hair, ears tipped out slightly at the top, and blue-gray eyes. Six foot tall, he stood at the back of his cell leaning against the wall. His clothes were different, though, prison orange.

  Calling in a favor, Dylan had only gotten him ten minutes with Kip. The facility in Atlanta was a maximum-security prison, but they’d still built an area just for Kip. The gruesome details of what had happened in the years after the traitor was taken from Megan’s home were in the file beside Scott.

  After Kip’s conviction, the feds had sent him to Beckley, West Virginia, to a medium-security facility. It made sense to them since his crimes were nonviolent in nature back then.

  Kip had the run of the place in less than a week, controlling the entire prison’s computer system from a terminal in the prison library. After a few months, Kip had started using his unique access to open exit doors, turn off surveillance cameras, and leave without the on-duty guards’ knowledge.

  The FBI had no suspects and no leads for the seven connected murders of gay men in the Beckley area for over a year until by happenstance the prison’s computer system came up for an audit. A talented technician named Paula Childs, a single mother of three, noticed some discrepancies. The lead auditor on the project told her to move on, but the woman couldn’t let it go. She found the evidence that proved Kip had been leaving the prison whenever he felt like it.

  In less than three days, the FBI had solved the case. Kip was the serial killer. The creep had confessed with a smirk. When asked why he’d committed such horrific crimes, Kip had flippantly told them he’d done it because he could and was bored. The prison psychiatrist’s notes on his sessions with Kip were gruesome. Things like “I loved seeing them beg for their lives” and “there’s nothing like seeing a worthless wretch scream their last breath” were just a couple of the heinous words of the madman documented in the file. The one that stuck out the most to Scott was the final entry in the shrink’s records. “Trust me, Doc. If I ever get bored again, I’ve a got a long list of scum to take care of and there’s no prison that can hold me.”