Submission to Desire [Desire, Oklahoma 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  Sitting back in his chair, with his feet on the ottoman, King stretched and folded his hands behind his head. “That would be my guess. When I made that comment about earning a woman’s submission, she turned white, then red, and then she got mad and embarrassed at the same time. She doesn’t think she’s the woman I described. You should have seen the look on her face. Yep, she’s falling in love with us.”

  Royce couldn’t hold back his own smile, finding it hard to believe the impact Brenna had had on both of them. He and King had given up on finding one woman they could both care for. It would be difficult enough for any woman to take on a man as dominant as either one of them, but to find one who intrigued and fascinated them seemed almost a miracle.

  Besides, she was damned adorable. Sexy. Sweet, and so beautiful, she took his breath away.

  If she thought he and King would be selling her off at the next auction, she would be in for a big surprise.

  He worried about the note, but Donner was behind bars and couldn’t get to her.

  He knew Ace would do everything in his power to find out who’d taped it to her door. In the meantime, he and King would keep her safe while she learned to accept that she needed this lifestyle every bit as much as they did.

  Coming back from the window, he took a seat at his desk and gestured toward the bags King had dropped when he’d stormed in a few minutes ago.

  “Did you get everything?”

  Without opening his eyes, King shook his head. “No. After she came, she was upset. Then Ace showed up and she got really quiet. I just wanted to get her home.”

  With a sigh, he sat up, his feet hitting the floor. “When I told her that she would see what it was like to be ours, she asked me if it was until the auction. She’s damned fixated on that fucking auction.”

  Royce sat back, rubbing his stomach where a knot had formed. “Yes, she is. Why don’t we just let her keep on believing it—see if we can shake her? In the meantime, we’ll do just what you said and give her a taste of what it would like to belong to us for real. We’ve been too easy on her so far because she’s new at this and because we didn’t realize how much we would both fall for her.”

  King grinned. “You should have seen her face when I told her how much the challenge of making a woman submit, especially when she doesn’t want to, excites us. She thinks she’s given in too easily and is embarrassed at that. She doesn’t realize she never had a chance, and I know she doesn’t realize just how much she’s fought us all along. She fights her own desire to give in, but she doesn’t fight us. Why the hell would we want a woman who didn’t want us as much as we want her? Do you think she even considers that?”

  Royce smiled, his body tight at the challenge ahead. “Her anger and embarrassment will force her to resist, and she’ll see for herself how badly she needs to submit. She’s going to fight it, but her body won’t let her. It doesn’t sound like she’s ever trusted another man enough to give up control. She’s got to learn to trust us, but with a woman like Brenna, that won’t be easy. She has to learn to trust that we mean what we say. It’ll be a hard lesson, but she’ll have to accept it before we can move on.”

  He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, more nervous and filled with anticipation than he’d been in a long time. “I have a feeling that once she realizes how badly she needs to submit, she’ll truly embrace it. Once that happens, she’ll be even more magnificent than she is now. I’m afraid we’re going to end up helpless to resist her.”

  Nodding soberly, King came to his feet. “Yeah, if we can do it. Do you realize that we’ve only got about three weeks to make sure that, not only does she embrace this lifestyle, but also that she falls in love with us?”

  The surge of excitement had Royce on his feet and headed for the door. “We’d better not waste a minute, then.”

  Three minutes later, Royce stood holding her robe, his heart pounding in terror.

  “Son of a fucking bitch! Where the hell is she?”

  * * * *

  Brenna sat forward in the hard plastic chair, meeting Eugene Donner’s evil grin with a cold smile of her own.

  “I don’t know what the hell you thought you were trying to accomplish when you wrote that note, but if it was to terrify me, you came up short.”

  Donner chuckled, a cold sound that sent a chill up her spine.

  “I’m not admitting to writing whatever note you’re talking about, but if you weren’t scared, you wouldn’t be here now.”

  Not bothering to hide her revulsion, Brenna tightened her grip on the telephone she used to speak to him.

  “I’m not scared. I’m amused at your little games. Are you really so hard up for a woman that you can’t get one without forcing her? You really are pathetic.”

  His face hardened in an instant, his eyes going a little wild, as the stalker she’d faced for months reappeared. “Pathetic? Don’t try to tell me you don’t want the kind of man who’ll take charge. I hear you made a place for yourself at the club.”

  “Really? Where did you hear that?”

  Donner grinned. “A little birdie. Royce and King taking what you didn’t give me?”

  “They don’t take! I give, something you’re too stupid to understand.”

  Realizing the truth in her words, she snapped her mouth closed.

  Despite the things they’d done to her, Royce and King had never taken anything from her that she hadn’t freely given.

  Except her heart.

  They stole bits and pieces of it in small increments, and she had no idea how to stop them.

  Donner slapped his hand on the table in front of him, jolting her back to the present.

  “Can’t stop daydreaming about them, can you? I told you already that if I couldn’t have you, I sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone else. Especially them.”

  Brenna smiled. “I’ve got news for you, asshole. Whoever I decide to screw is none of your business.”

  On Royce and King, arrogance was sometimes infuriating, sometimes sexy as hell, but it never made her want to throw up the way Donner’s did now.

  “You’re in jail, and from what I hear, you’ll be here for a long time, so there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  Donner’s face cleared, his smile once again cold and calculating. “You’re going to see just how wrong you are about that.” He hung up the phone and got to his feet. “Guard!”

  Brenna waited until he left before she hung up the phone and stood.

  “Now, asshole, maybe we’ll find out just who’s doing your dirty work.”

  * * * *

  By the time Brenna got back to Desire, her stomach was rumbling, and she felt more like herself than she had in days.

  She pulled into a parking space in front of the diner, her mouth watering for a cheeseburger.

  Then she’d go back to the club and finish the month with Royce and King, but she’d do it her way.

  She got out of the small car she’d finally managed to pay off, slamming the door behind her.

  Damn them for making her care about them!

  She’d been a fool to be so taken in by their act that she’d really begun to think they cared about her.

  As far as she was concerned, the farce was already over.

  She flung open the door of the diner, wincing at the loud clang of the overhead bells against the glass.

  “Is that her?”

  The voice came from somewhere to her right, but she couldn’t pick out who it had come from.

  She stilled when every eye in the diner turned in her direction. Before she could react, the sheriff rose from one of the booths on the other side.

  “That’s her.” He came toward her fast, his long legs closing the distance between them before she could turn and leave.

  “Not so fast.”

  He closed his hand over her upper arm and led her outside and to one of the small benches, gesturing for her to sit.

  “Hey! Let go. I’m hungry.”

  His eyes se
arched hers. “Are you all right?”

  His tone managed to be both gentle and steely, a feat the men of Desire seemed to have perfected.

  “I’m fine, Sheriff. I just want my cheeseburger. What the hell’s going on? Why did you grab me like that?”

  “The entire town’s looking for you.”

  The sense of urgency surrounding him had her dropping to the bench without a fight, her alarm growing when he stood over her and made a call.

  “Royce, it’s Ace. I’ve got Brenna. We’re in front of the diner. Yes, she’s fine.”

  He disconnected and made another call. “I’ve got her. Call off the search. Yes, she’s fine.”

  He disconnected and stuck the phone back in his pocket.

  “Royce and King are on their way. Your disappearance caused a lot of trouble in my town.”

  Brenna sighed. “I’m sorry for that. There was no reason for it.”

  “I agree.”

  Brenna blew out a breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean? I’m a grown woman. I can come and go as I please. Now, move so I can get my cheeseburger.” She started to rise, but he didn’t move at all, crowding her back into her seat.

  “You try to get up from that bench again, and I’ll handcuff you to it.”

  Brenna gasped. “You wouldn’t dare! I’ll have you know—”

  “I’ve spent the entire day watching two of my good friends being ripped inside out over you. I’d dare a lot concerning you right now.”

  She’d already been nervous about seeing Royce and King again, but hearing that they were upset made it even worse.

  “What did you say?”

  “You heard me.” He took the seat beside her, his eyes daring her to make a run for it. “I’ve known Royce and King for a long time, and I’ve never seen them as frantic as they’ve been since they found you gone.”

  Staring straight ahead, Brenna grimaced. “After I left, I realized I should have left a note.”

  Ace shook his head. “I don’t think a note would have appeased them much, but it would have helped. They thought you’d been kidnapped. They’ve spent the entire day turning this town upside down, looking for you. I’ve never seen that look of fear in their eyes before. I hope I never see it again.”

  “Brenna!”

  She didn’t even get a chance to turn before King lifted her from the bench and yanked her against him.

  His hand moved over her back, his breath warm against her neck.

  “Thank God you’re all right!”

  Gripping her upper arms, he thrust her away from him, his eyes hard and cold. “Where the hell have you been?

  His temper fueled her own. “Look, I had something to do—something to take care of. I was just going to get a burger and I was coming back to the club.”

  King blew out a breath. “So you were coming back?”

  Lifting her chin, she nodded. “Of course. We have an agreement.”

  The sheriff stepped forward. “Are you going to tell them where you were, or should I?”

  Brenna whipped her head around, and up. “You know where I was?”

  He lifted a brow, his eyes hard. “This isn’t exactly my first day on the job.”

  He spoke to Royce and King, but his eyes remained on hers. “I asked the warden of the prison where Donner’s being held to let me know if he has any visitors. He had one this afternoon—Brenna Nelson. He called me right before she walked through the door.”

  Royce nodded. “I should have figured that.”

  King released her, his lips thinning. “Wasn’t thinking. Stupid. Thanks, Ace.”

  Ace nodded once. “Your woman wants a cheeseburger.” He turned away, taking two steps before turning back.

  “You provoked Donner, didn’t you?”

  Uncomfortably aware of the tension coming from Royce and King, Brenna forced a smile.

  “Can you think of a better way to catch whoever’s doing this? I’ve spent too much time dealing with Donner, Sheriff. I’m not about to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.”

  Inclining his head, he smiled faintly. “Would’ve done the same thing.”

  King groaned. “Christ, Ace, don’t encourage her.”

  Ace smiled at that. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you and Royce will discourage any further incidents.”

  Royce’s eyes glittered dangerously. “That we will. Thanks, Ace.”

  When Ace went back to the diner, Royce stepped closer to Brenna, capturing her chin and tilting her face to his.

  “We will definitely deal with this back at the club. I’ll get some burgers and we can discuss this while we eat.”

  * * * *

  They ate their burgers at the park with Royce and King pacing back and forth in front of her as she told them about her trip to the prison.

  Royce finished his burger and wadded up the paper.

  “So he knows about us? Good. I don’t like the fact that you intentionally pissed him off, though.”

  Brenna had just taken a bite of her burger and had to swallow before speaking.

  “How else are we going to find out who taped that note to my door? Nothing else has happened, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. Donner’s done enough to wreck my life, and I’m not going to let him terrorize me anymore.”

  King whirled, his eyes flashing. “We should have been with you.”

  Brenna smiled at his arrogance. “I didn’t need you to come with me. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time.”

  King shook his head. “That was before. You’re ours now, Brenna, and I have a signed contract to prove it.”

  No longer hungry, Brenna rewrapped what was left of her cheeseburger and shoved it in the bag.

  “Until the auction, I’m yours for sex. This was a private matter that—”

  Royce surged forward, gripping her upper arms and lifting her to her toes.

  “We take care of you. What the hell didn’t you understand about us wanting to know your whereabouts at all times?”

  Brenna gritted her teeth. “I had something to do.”

  Folding his arms across his chest, King shook his head. “You disobeyed our rules and you put yourself in danger. I’m sure you, a grown woman, realize that there are consequences to be paid for your actions.”

  No amount of reasoning with them deterred them.

  No amount of struggling seemed to matter.

  Before she knew it, she’d been hustled back to the club, stripped, and locked in her room with orders to behave while they called Ace and made some preparations.

  Sitting on the bed, she crossed one leg over the other, growing more nervous by the minute.

  * * * *

  Nearly a half hour later, Brenna froze at the sound of a key in the door, involuntarily taking several steps back when it swung open. Being alone had given her time to think, and brace herself for their anger.

  Royce came through first.

  Wearing all black, with his hair tied back, he looked more compelling and dangerous than ever. His expression gave away nothing, his handsome features schooled into a look that could have been anger, amusement, frustration, or a combination of all three.

  The cool calculation in his eyes, though, couldn’t be mistaken.

  Her stomach clenched, but she kept her expression bland, not wanting them to see her fear—or her excitement.

  She didn’t understand how they could both arouse her simply by walking into a room.

  “I understand you went to the lingerie store in town. Did you get some nice things?”

  Brenna blinked at Royce’s unexpected question, glancing at King as he came into the room carrying the two bags from their shopping trip, and closed the door behind him.

  She didn’t know what they were up to, but if they thought to catch her off guard, they would soon learn differently.

  “I…uh…guess so. I really didn’t see anything except for t
he two cotton nightgowns King asked me to pick out.”

  Royce nodded once and came further into the room, strolling toward the table where King had just placed the bags, and began to take items from them. “Good.”

  Brenna met King’s steady gaze as he toed off his shoes and made himself comfortable on her bed, his smile daring her to tell Royce about their trip to town. Lifting her chin, she turned back to Royce, her cheeks burning as her embarrassment came back in full force.

  Irritated, she watched him put her clothing away, deciding to deal with the subject head-on. “Aren’t you going to mention anything about me having an orgasm right there on the street?”

  Royce finished stacking a surprising number of panties, one in every color she could imagine, and turned to drop a kiss on her raised chin.

  Reaching a hand inside her robe, he cupped a breast, stroking her nipple with his thumb. “You act like that’s something surprising, darling. King and I can make you come whenever, and wherever, we want.”

  Brenna leaned into his caress without meaning to, her senses soaring. The feel of his hands on her body proved too alluring to even think about resisting. “Sometimes you’re too arrogant for your own good. Now I suppose you’re going to spank me and fuck me.”

  Royce smiled. “Is that what you think this is all about?” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, bending to brush her lips with his. “Sex is a big part of it, but not all—something you’ll learn in time. I can’t keep my hands off of you and I don’t see any reason to try.”

  Panicked that she’d once again lost control so quickly, she tried to back away, unable to forget that this was all a farce to them. “Royce, I’m not staying.”

  “Of course, you are.” He released her and went to the dresser, placing the stack in the drawer before going back to the bag.

  Missing his touch, she pulled her robe tightly closed and retied it. “Then it’s going to have to be just for sex.”

  Turning from the dresser where he’d just placed another stack of something, he met her gaze again. “No. King told me what happened in town. You obviously think you’ve submitted too easily, but that doesn’t get you out of your contract. We dominate. You submit. That’s the way it is, Brenna.”