by Kitty Hunter
With a wonderfully dirty mind he liked to put to good use.
And he was hers.
Gavin kissed the top of her head. “Hey there love, can we get up? The floor is cold as hell.”
“Oh, yeah sure.” She clambered to her feet and found her clothes. Just in time too, because the door bell dinged. In a rush to yank her clothing on, she got tangled in her pants and almost fell over. Gavin’s half erect cock bobbed at her. He winked and tucked himself back behind the fabric.
“Later.”
Heather broke away from Luis and wiped under her eyes. “I’ll take care of the customer.” She hurried to the sink and washed her hands, both appendages shaking. “I don’t know what to say right now. Um, thanks?”
Gavin laughed, zipping his pants. “You might want to come to the club sometime. Ask Ronnie about it.”
Ronnie blushed, for what reason she couldn’t fathom. She wasn’t sure she wanted to share the club with Heather. Hadn’t letting Luis masturbate her been enough? Irritated with the idea, she fussed with her clothing to avoid looking at Heather. “Yeah, why not?”
Heather laughed and removed the chair from under the door. “I’ll cover for ya. No rush.”
Oookay, so what did she do now? Was it going to be weird, working with someone she’d just participated in a BDSM scene with? Heather acted all normal, like this stuff happened all the time. Now her work life was totally screwed up.
Fucking Doms had planned this all out. Bastards.
She fussed with her pony tail, fixing the fly aways and redoing the elastic. Although why she wore it that way around these two, she didn’t know. Just gave them an easy way to grab a hold of her and control her.
“I don’t think I can handle any more of that vibrator today, so I really hope you’re not going to crank it right back up again,” she snapped, irritated with herself. With everything.
“What’s wrong?” Gavin ducked his head to get closer to her eye level, a puzzled expression on his face.
“I don’t want to be screwed with while I’m at work. But, as Luis probably heard, I’ve pretty much been fired because business is too damn slow. So guess what? I have to find a new job. Plus, now my co-worker knows all about how kinky I am, so I’ll have to answer all kinds of questions about my deviant behavior.”
“Ronnie. Calm down.” Luis caught her hands and lowered them to her sides. “Tell us what’s wrong. That’s not the real issue. You weren’t even interested in being here today. You got more animated talking about finding a caterer for the club than I’ve ever seen you when talking about work.”
“Oh yeah, I can come work for you. Be totally with you and under your control 24/7. I don’t want that Luis. You can’t keep me under your thumb.” She yanked her hands away and took a half step back from him. “Stop trying to control me. You want to make me do stuff I don’t want to do. And now you’re screwing with my co-workers and—”
“Stop. Now.” Luis’s dark glare and the command froze her. She sucked her lip between her teeth and bit down, fighting tears.
Gavin blew out a deep breath. He shook his head, flicking his glance from her to Luis. “No one is trying to control you, Ronnie. The only place we control you is the bedroom, and you know that control only works as long as it’s what we all want. We’re trying to help you. Working here isn’t going to get you anywhere. This is a dead end. You’re wasting time here.”
“Helping me by fucking me in the break room? Really? I’m so sick of you guys thinking you know everything,” she groused under her breath, fighting the urge to kick them both in the shins. Anger boiled up and simmered in her belly. Nothing was under her power anymore. They’d taken everything from her. Things were spiraling faster and faster, events unfolding into a new landscape for her life. “I want to go home. Right now.”
Luis cocked his head, eyes squinted up and assessing her. Gavin crossed his arms over his chest.
Her phone rang, and she stomped to the cupboard to retrieve her purse. Damn Doms and their schemes and their ways of making her come even when it wasn’t appropriate. The display held the contact information of the last person in the world she wanted to talk to at that moment. “Hi, Shea.”
Her roommate started bitching right away, not even taking a breath. She held the phone away from her ear, getting more and more upset by the second. Her anger turned to full-on fury, and she hung up on the skinny blonde bitch mid-rant.
“That stupid bitch.” Disbelief joined her anger. The plastic shell on her phone dug into her palm. A deep breath helped ground her, and she loosened her grip. “She told me to come get my shit because she’d found a new roommate and wants me to get everything out tonight. And I’m not on the lease, so I can’t do anything about it.”
Her entire world was crashing down around her. An avalanche of bullshit trying to bury her alive. “Fuck. Fuck. What am I going to do?”
Big fat tears flowed down her cheeks, and she bit down on her hand to cover the sound of her sobs.
Luis strode to her, backing her up to the wall. When she met the hard, unforgiving drywall, he slipped his arms around her back and hugged her.
The crisp smell of his aftershave invaded her nose, and his heavy chest muscles flexed under her cheek. She shoved at him half-heartedly, trying to get away from him. Gavin slithered in behind them and held her too, the scent of cut grass and mulch emanating from his shirt.
Funny how she hadn’t noticed before.
Their hard, unyielding bodies tight with hers had the pliancy of brick walls.
But somehow that was just what she needed.
“Why is everything going wrong? Why can’t we just continue on the way we have been?”
“Maybe you’re looking at it in the wrong light. Maybe instead of wrong, it’s just a change. And with change comes opportunity. Think about it. You are free to do whatever you like. No job, no lease to worry over, you can do whatever you want.” Luis was so reasonable and controlled, smoothing his hand over her hair. “And we can’t continue the way we have been because Gavin and I need more than that. So do you.”
“You sound like one of those books you’re always reading.” No way she’d admit it, but now she didn’t want to be anywhere but where she was right that moment. “I’m not sure how I feel about you and Heather. And I’m sick of my dad’s crap and worrying about babies and being almost one hundred percent certain I just wasted four years of my life getting a degree in something just to please my parents. I don’t want to go to law school.”
The whole rant was one big whine, but she didn’t care.
“You’re confused, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Gavin squeezed her and bit her ear lobe. “We have been pushing you hard to make decisions. I’m sorry about that.”
“I wouldn’t have touched Heather if I wasn’t confident that you would enjoy watching her play with her pussy. You’ve shown us when we were at the club that you were interested, and you didn’t safe word when I touched her.” Luis stroked his thumb over her cheek bone. “Let’s go home. We will talk about everything, and it will give you time to think about how you reacted to what we did together.”
Home.
Yes, it was her home. If she’d been unsure before, Shea’s bitchy way of tossing her out on her ass made it clear the apartment wasn’t a place she belonged any more.
Wow. This was really happening.
“I’m scared. I feel like every decision I make lately has these huge, far-reaching repercussions, and I don’t want to make mistakes.” A bone deep shudder ripped through her, clacking her teeth together. Neither man moved, they simply held her, cradled in their embrace until she calmed. “What if I change my mind about law school later, and I’ve missed my chance?”
“Nothing is set in stone.”
She sniffled.
Luis brought her hands to his mouth and kissed both. “Shhh...you’re okay. You need time to process everything. Truthfully, we hadn’t planned on including Heather in our play. I meant only to tease you a little
bit with the vibrator until you wanted to go home.”
“And I decided to push harder than I should have when I saw you back here. I have felt like things are uncertain between us for a while now, and it’s driving me crazy.” Gavin’s chest expanded behind her, pressing her tighter to Luis. “I can’t stand walking around wondering if you’re going to bolt and run. But think about it, Ronnie, and be honest. Did you hate what happened between us?”
Why did they have to be so reasonable? So...cool and normal about it all? “No, I guess I’m falling back on all the stuff I was taught I was supposed to do or not do. I was a little jealous with Luis having his hands on Heather at first, but it was so sexy, him controlling her. Watching her come.” She stared at Luis’s chest, heat burning her cheeks. “And yeah, working here isn’t going to get me any where I actually want to go. I’ve just been on that one track for so long. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m so used to having a plan.”
“Let’s go home. I’ll make a few calls and check on the crews that are out today. A few of the guys won’t mind making a few extra bucks helping pack your stuff at the apartment.” Gavin spun her so she faced him and kissed her, a deep lingering kiss full of tongue and teeth that swallowed her protests about him paying for movers.
It took her longer than she liked to regain her equilibrium after he released her mouth. She’d fisted her hands in his shirt.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Pay for my shit to be moved. I don’t care.”
Blond hair flopped over his forehead, and he stared her down with the Dom face he usually hid. Heat curled in her belly while her heart raced, and she fought for breath. Crap.
“I’m your Dom. I take care of you.” One hard crack on her left cheek surprised a squeak from her lips. “But keep up with the bratty behavior. See what kind of spanking you get.” He tapped her on the nose and strode through the door to the outside, leaving her alone with Luis.
Gavin was changing. She doubted he’d ever be as commanding as Luis, but his dominant side had gotten stronger.
An expression she couldn’t decipher settled on her Latin lover’s face, his dark brows drawn down low and tiny frown lines framing his mouth.
“What’s the matter?” God, this day couldn’t get more complicated.
“Come work with me. Not because I want constant control over you. But because I want you to be my partner, to help me build my business. It will be our business.”
He didn’t touch her, his hands loose at his sides. Waiting on her.
Electricity shot through her veins, thumping in her blood with every beat of her heart. “I don’t know Luis. What if it gets to be too much being together, and we hate each other?”
He didn’t answer with words, his gaze drowned her in the natural certainty and absolute confidence he carried.
“What about the future? What if one of us wants kids or marriage or any of that other stuff? How’s that gonna work?”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Gatita, these arguments are baseless worries. We are going home. And Gavin and I will fuck every silly, nonsensical argument you have right out of your head. You know that we are meant to be together. Anything that comes in the future, we will deal with.”
The ridiculous, bratty side of her had to challenge him. She couldn’t help it. Gavin was her Dom, and damn good at making her come, at bossing her around and topping her.
But Luis...he was a force of nature. Nowhere near as easy going as Gavin. She had to challenge him, make him prove he could handle a lifetime with her.
Because Luis would always be the top that drove their threesome. No matter how much she loved Gavin, it would always be Luis who held the power to destroy her heart.
The revelation staggered her. Her heart gave a painful thump in her chest, and she peered up at him from under her eyelashes.
“Oh really? You sure you can do that? I’d like to see you try. Why is sex the answer to everything with you?”
A flash of instant lust and desire blazed in his eyes, and he held up the oblong shaped remote control to the vibrator. A predatory smile creased his cheek. He depressed one of the buttons, and she squiggled.
“Because sex is when you are the most open and honest with us and yourself. You let go, and all the worries and insecurities fall away. Trust, honesty, and truth are found when we are together. Since you can’t find those things on your own, Gavin and I will help you.” Sharp, biting tugs ignited across her scalp, and he craned her head back. His expression hardened and the thrill of knowing he’d make good on his word simmered in her blood. “Now. Your body belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. If you come before we get home, I’m going to bind you to the bed in the play room with a vibe on your clit and one in your ass.”
Well, that didn’t sound so bad. Multiple orgasms? Bring that on.
“Did I mention I’ll invite a few of the Doms from the club to take turns masturbating you until you can’t walk.”
Oh no. He wouldn’t share her like that. He couldn’t. “Please no, Sir. Please.”
The muscles in his jaw jumped and twitched. He held his palm out, and she placed both her hands in it without hesitation, his touch comforting her despite the threat of punishment.
“You’re the most important person in my life, next to Gavin. I’ll do anything. Anything. To keep you at my side.” He grabbed her purse and led her through the door and out to the car. “I think you’d enjoy being played with, shared while Gavin and I watched.”
“Oh no. No please Master.”
What did she just do? Challenging him like that? He opened her car door for her, and she dipped down to her seat. The second his stare landed on her with the heat of a brand, she stared at the ground.
The vibrator let up, switching to its lowest mode. She sighed in relief.
“I like being called Master. It sounds good coming from these pretty lips.” He tucked her purse in between her feet and tweaked both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Sensation blazed from her breasts to her clit and she arched her back off the seat back. Amusement lit his eyes and disappeared again. “Don’t come. Be my good girl.”
“I won’t Sir.” She shifted on the leather seat, trying to adjust to the vibrator, but there was no escaping the bump positioned over her clit.
She grit her teeth and resolved to hold her orgasm back no matter what.
There was no way in hell she’d be able to handle all those other hands on her, touching, taking, mastering... Juices slid from her pussy, and she hung her head.
But it did give her something else to worry about beside the huge changes rocking her life.
One thing she knew for certain. Luis was deadly serious. If he said he’d do something, he would. If she came, he’d truss her up and leave her spread, opened and bound, helpless to do anything while he watched other men play with her.
Her nipples hardened, and she clenched her hands together in her lap.
Chapter Six
Gavin
The bump at edge of the parking lot jostled his pickup truck. Gavin knew the way home without any thought needed to get him there.
Good thing too, because all he could focus on was Ronnie.
They hadn’t lost her, but she might still try to run.
The uncontrollable thought raced in circles through his head. He knew when he observed Luis and Ronnie together that if their lives changed, and she had to choose, she’d go to Luis. No doubt existed for him that she loved him, but there was something between the little red-headed sub and his best friend that went deeper or different than with him.
The realization didn’t distress him or leave him cold.
No, instead he felt like his feet were firmer on the ground than they had been in a long while. At this point in his life, he couldn’t be what she needed. He needed Luis to help guide things along until he had his emotional bullshit sorted.
Someday he might be able to take care of her like Luis did, but right now he needed to be able to take that step bac
k.
Anticipation surged in his blood, hot and crackling. Finally, Ronnie was moving in with them where she belonged. No more taking her back to the dumpy apartment complex she lived in. He’d be able to smell her scent in the house, hear her voice in the hallway.
There was nothing he enjoyed more than waking up with her tucked in to his side, the long strands of her hair flowing across his arm and chest like flames.
His cock swelled in his pants until he had to reach down and adjust the cloth to make room. Yeah, they’d have her all nice and tucked in tonight, her shit unpacked by tomorrow afternoon, and they’d never have to worry about her when she wasn’t there ever again.
He parked his truck directly behind Luis’s Mercedes in the driveway and managed to beat the other man to Ronnie’s door.
Sweat rolled down her forehead, and her pupils were huge.
“Oh, poor baby. Shouldn’t have antagonized Luis, huh?” He laughed and helped her from the car. Her legs folded, so he scooped her off the ground and threw her over his shoulder.
“I’m not a piece of lumber or whatever it is you normally haul around like this Gavin. Put me down.”
He stopped walking toward the door and smacked her ass. She jerked the back of his shirt. Entirely too mouthy today. “What was that? I’ll carry you where I like, sub.”
Luis passed him and unlocked the door. The Latino waited in the threshold and adjusted the remote control on her vibe again.
“Uhhhh...” She groaned and dug her fingers into his ass.
“Let’s go upstairs and help you with some of those worries you’re wrestling with.” The vibrator got louder and softer, running through an intermittent cycle. Her breasts pressed against his back, and he kept her anchored with one hand gripping her thigh, high up and close to her pussy. He’d bet his left nut she was completely soaked.
When they reached the room, he set her on her feet next to the bed. She wobbled and turned her tear-streaked face up to his. Mascara ran down both cheeks, and her mouth hung partway open. So vulnerable and soft. Needy.