Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy [The Heroes of Silver Island 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tonya Ramagos

  She shivered at the thought of what a bold move that would be. Buying the plugs had been bold enough. She’d expected to be revolted by the toys in Divine Playthings, especially after the things Harold Taggart had left on her doorstep.

  “Harold is a sick-o,” she told herself aloud as she upended the bag on the foot of the bed. “The things he wants to do to you are sick. Brandon is not. What Brandon wants is not.”

  She picked up the smaller of the two butt plugs and fisted her hand around the larger end. When she considered it, the plug was nothing more than a dildo for her ass. She’d been using a vibrator in her pussy for years. This particular toy would be going in a different, as yet, virgin hole, yes, but it wasn’t really any naughtier than what she was accustomed to.

  Then why are you stalling?

  “Because I’m nervous, damn it.” She threw her head back and sighed. “And now I’m talking to myself.”

  Just do it.

  “Okay. Okay.” She lowered the side zipper of her sundress and shrugged the thin straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall at her feet. Wanting to be completely naked, she removed her bra and panties next and tossed the garments aside before snagging a tube of lube off the bed. Michaela’s instructions reverberated through her memory as she flicked open the cap.

  You’ll want to grease it up real good.

  Lara squirted a large glob of the lube into her palm and rolled the plug in her hand, coating it from tip to base.

  You’ll probably be more comfortable doing it in the bathroom where you can be alone.

  She was alone anyway, but she decided following Michaela’s directions to the letter couldn’t hurt.

  Kneel on the mat beside the bathtub and put your ass in the air.

  Lara’s legs wobbled as she walked to the bathroom and dropped to her knees on the mat. She turned toward the bathtub, resting her forehead on the cool porcelain as she stuck her ass in the air, squeezed her eyes shut, and reached around her body with the plug in her un-lubed hand.

  Relax. That’s the most important part. If you don’t relax, it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.

  “Relax,” Lara whispered. She took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart and forced her muscles to relax.

  Take it slow. You want to work the plug into your ass. Don’t force it. Go in an inch, wait a second or ten, and pull it out a bit. Twist it as you pull it out so you spread the lube around the inner walls of your asshole. Push it a little further, wait again, and repeat the same action.

  Lara positioned the plug at her back entrance and gave it a gentle push. A soft moan escaped her lips as the tip of the plug eased inside her ass. She froze with it buried barely an inch inside and waited for the pain. Instead, she felt an alien arousal stir from her ass to her pussy.

  She twisted the plug as Michaela had said to do and felt the cool lube warm inside her anus. After a moment, she pushed the plug a little deeper and felt her sphincter muscles protest the action. An intense burning pain spread through her ass and she paused again.

  You’ll feel a burn. When it starts, hold the plug in place and savor the bittersweet feel of it as your muscles stretch to accommodate the plug.

  Lara rode the wave of the burn, indeed finding it to be bittersweet, until it morphed into a low, humming pleasure. She continued the process, repeating each movement until she felt the widest part of the plug pass the tight ring of muscles in her ass. Her sphincter clamped around the plug, pulling the last remaining part inside her until the base settled against her ass.

  Once it’s in, wash your hands, and enjoy the wonderful sensation of being plugged.

  Lara flatted her hands on the mat beneath her knees, kept her forehead resting on the side of the tub, and simply breathed. The burn felt magnificent! The sharp flares of heat whipped through her system, igniting a flame in her pussy that refused to be ignored. She hadn’t expected to get so horny inserting the plug in her ass. For the first time since she’d walked into the cottage, she wished she hadn’t decided to do this alone. She wished John and Brandon were here with her so that one of them could make her come.

  Teetering on a precipice of her own creation with the plug in her ass and thoughts of Brandon’s cock invading her body instead, she reached between her legs and found her clit. She wished she’d thought to bring her vibrator to the bathroom, too, so she could give herself a sense of what it was going to feel like with Brandon’s cock in her ass and John’s dick in her pussy. The vibrator was only a few feet away, nestled inside the nightstand drawer in the bedroom. That few feet seemed like an impossible achievement when her body was quivering so violently in need of a release.

  She settled for her fingers, pushing two inside her pussy as she manipulated her throbbing clit with the pad of her thumb. She wiggled her ass, moaning over the sensations that shot through her system as the gyration shifted the plug, adding another level of intense pleasure to her masturbation.

  She came quickly, juices gushing out of her pussy to coat her fingers as her body quaked from the force of the orgasm. Breathless and half-spent, she waited for the convulsions to subside before she gingerly got to her feet, mindful all the while of the plug she intended to leave in her ass for as long as she could. Michaela had assured her it was safe to leave it inside her as long as it didn’t hurt and it stayed well-lubed.

  It definitely didn’t hurt, she realized with equal parts satisfaction and surprise. If anything, she was going to stay in a heightened sense of arousal until she took it out.

  Or you can let Brandon take it out, just before he replaces it with his cock.

  The idea brought a smile to her face. She had a feeling tonight was going to shape up to be one hell of an exotic, ecstasy-filled event.

  Chapter Seven

  Brandon took one look at Lara and knew something was different about her. She wasn’t wearing a sundress. That much he figured out in an instant. He hadn’t seen her wear anything other than sundresses or cock-teasing swimsuits since her first day on the island. He’d decided the woman must own stock in a clothing store that specialized in sundresses. He’d noticed she seemed to have a different one for each day of the week. Not that he ever complained. He loved the way they hugged her shapely body and barely reached her amazing legs at mid-thigh.

  She opened the door to her cottage wearing a Hawaiian-print tank top and a pair of green shorts that fit her trim hips like a second skin. So, yeah, that was different, but it was the temptress’s smile that curved her lips when she met his gaze and the look of veiled hunger on her face that raised his suspicions.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be at work, Sheriff?” Her attention had shifted to John, but the smile on her lips and expression on her face hadn’t changed.

  Brandon watched as John hooked his thumbs in his gun belt and bit back a grin when his friend spoke to Lara in his best authoritative voice.

  “Good afternoon, Miss Hampton. Mr. McCormick here filed a complaint with the sheriff’s department and I’m here to check it out.”

  Lara’s gaze sliced to Brandon before returning to John and Brandon saw her chewing the inside of her cheek as if fighting a smile. “Oh, my, Sheriff.” She placed a hand between her breasts and gasped dramatically. “Surely that complaint has nothing to do with little ole me.”

  “I’m afraid it does, ma’am.”

  The two of them sounded so serious it was all Brandon could do not to crack up. He leaned a shoulder against the outside of the doorframe, struggling to keep it together as he continued to watch them.

  “See, Mr. McCormick has reported his girlfriend missing.”

  Lara’s eyes widened. Though she was still obviously playing the part of a surprised citizen, Brandon saw a dart of shock shoot through her eyes at John’s use of the word girlfriend. It puzzled him. What did she think she was to him and John if not their girlfriend?

  Her hand flew to cover her mouth as she gasped again. “Missing? How awful!”

  “It could be,” John said solemnly.
“His girlfriend has the tendency to, shall we say, get into trouble when she isn’t watched closely.”

  Lara met Brandon’s gaze. “And you’re concerned she may be in some kind of trouble now because you let her go out without you?” She planted her fisted hands on her hips and leveled a glare at him. “Well, you should be ashamed of yourself for letting her out of your sight.”

  Brandon sighed and shook his head, fighting even harder not to grin at her chastising tone. “She can be a tough cookie to keep up with sometimes.”

  “I’ve recommended to Mr. McCormick that when we find her he should take her home and turn her over his knee.”

  Lara’s jaw dropped and her cheeks turned a gorgeous shade of pink. “You suggested he spank her.”

  John shrugged. “Some women need to be spanked now and then. It helps to keep them in line. I call it the strong arm of the law when I do it to my girlfriend.”

  Lara lost it first. She threw her head back and hooted with laughter. “You guys are too much. You didn’t really think I was missing, did you?”

  “No.” John covered his lie with a chuckle. Brandon knew damn well his friend had been worried about her. If they hadn’t found her here at her cottage, he wouldn’t have been surprised if John hadn’t called out his deputies and half the Silver Springs Police Department to comb the island looking for her. “We have been looking around the island for you, though.”

  She angled her head and drew her brows together. “Why? Is something wrong?”

  Brandon waited for John to tell her the truth. They’d talked about this. In all the time they’d spent with Lara, she’d yet to mention Harold Taggart. Neither he nor John had told her they knew about the man stalking her either. Brandon thought it was past time to come clean with her, especially now that the man had been spotted barely twenty miles across the river in Silver Springs.

  John, however, had a different opinion. He thought they should continue allowing Lara to enjoy her vacation in the dark, so to speak. He had people on the lookout for the bastard in all of Silver Springs and Silver Island. Lara was safe. He didn’t see the need to upset her by telling her Taggart was obviously attempting to get to her.

  Except, John had nearly blown his top when he couldn’t find Lara, hadn’t he? Brandon looked at his friend now and could see by the expression on his face he still had no intentions of telling her. He’d rather wrap her up in what might turn out to be a false security blanket than tell the woman the truth.

  Even though Brandon adamantly disagreed, he followed along with the lie for now, if for no other reason than to get the chance to figure out exactly what it was he still saw different about her this afternoon.

  He straightened and skimmed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “Does something have to be wrong for us to want to see your beautiful face?”

  She angled her head into his touch and smiled. “No, I guess not.”

  “Where have you been all day?” John asked.

  Her fists were still planted on her hips and she leveled her glare on John this time. “Are you suddenly putting me under surveillance, Sheriff?”

  John actually winced. “It was just a simple question, Lara.”

  She puffed a breath up her face. Brandon could no longer tell if she was feigning frustration or if she was really getting angry with them. He hoped to hell she was faking it.

  “I told you both before you left the house this morning that I planned to spend the day exploring the island.” Her tone was calm, but it held just a bit of the aggravation displayed in her expression. “Which, might I remind both of you, is supposed to be my sole purpose behind this little vacation. I took a tour of the resort. It’s awesome, by the way. Then I hit the main drag, stopped in at most of the shops, and decided I wanted to come back here and throw on some shorts before heading to Ménage a Drink. The two of you are welcome to join me if you’re afraid I’m going to run off again. Although, I never really ran off in the first place.”

  “Give me five minutes to radio the department and change out of my uniform,” John told her, already pulling his handheld radio off his belt. “My deputies can handle things for the rest of the day.”

  * * * *

  What is with him? With both of them?

  Lara stepped beneath the thatch-covered triangular roof of Ménage a Drink with John on one side and Brandon on the other and let the men lead her to a table away from the other patrons in the island bar. Walking from the cottage to the bar hadn’t been as uncomfortable as she’d feared it might be with the butt plug still lodged securely in her ass. It was the reason she’d decided to change into shorts when she’d gotten dressed again. She’d followed yet another piece of Michaela’s advice, choosing clothing that fit more tightly so that it added an extra bit of security in case the plug decided to try and slip out of her ass.

  She felt it shifting inside her with each step, but the sensations it gave her were far from painful. It surprised her how quickly she’d grown accustomed to feeling it inside her. It surprised her more just how much she was enjoying it.

  She smiled despite herself at her little secret as she gingerly sat in the chair Brandon pulled out for her at the table. A waitress she hadn’t yet met appeared almost immediately, and John ordered them a round of draughts. Though Lara preferred wine, she enjoyed a good cold beer now and then, especially when the temperature had risen to a smoldering ninety-two degrees on the island today.

  Lara found it easier to sit with the plug in her ass if she leaned forward slightly, so she propped her elbows on the table, laced her fingers together, and rested her chin on her hands as she studied John. His idea of changing out of his sheriff’s uniform amused her. He’d taken off his gun belt and exchanged the shirt he’d been wearing with the Silver Island Sheriff’s Department insignia on the left pocket for a solid white t-shirt that molded to every muscle and plane of his torso with sheer perfection. His shorts hadn’t changed and neither had the strange look in his eyes. Something was definitely up and she aimed to find out what. If nothing else, maybe a beer or two would get him talking.

  “Did you find anything interesting while you were exploring the island this morning?”

  She couldn’t stop her gaze from flicking to Brandon at John’s question. If you only knew. “I found several things. Like I said back at the cottage, the resort is fantastic! I was actually thinking when I was walking through it that I wished Kenneth had simply booked me a room there. Although,” she gave both of them a mischievous smile, “I wouldn’t have spent any more time in it than I have at my cottage, so I guess it would’ve been pointless.”

  “The tourists seem to love it and the amenities it offers,” John said. “The escort service is very popular, especially with the ladies.”

  “Escort service?” Both of Brandon’s brows winged up. “You’re kidding, right?”

  The corners of John’s lips twitched. “That’s what they call it, but it’s not the kind of escort service you’re thinking about. Guests can book a date or several dates with two males or females who see to their every nonsexual need.”

  Lara was intrigued. “So the guest gets the feel of the benefits of being in a ménage without the sex? That’s actually a really good idea. Not that I’ve ever been in a ménage…” She paused at the look that appeared on both their faces and waved a hand in the air dismissively. “Until you two, of course. What I’m getting at is there’s more to a ménage relationship than the sex. That’s something I’ve learned from talking to Charlotte. Although, I firmly believe no relationship monogamous or ménage should be based on sex. It should be based on things like conversations, long walks under a starlit sky, drawn-out dips in the hot tub with wine and strawberries…” She grinned because they were both grinning, too, obviously remembering they had done all of those things together with clothes on at some point over the last week. “That old adage about two being company and three being a crowd has obviously been proven wrong.”

  The waitress returned with their be
ers and Brandon lifted his to his mouth for a sip before he spoke. “Don’t get me wrong, I love what we’ve got going, but this island still trips me out.”

  Lara’s belly flip-flopped at his words even as an intense sense of dread coursed through her veins. What they had going would end in less than a week. He would go back to the Navy, she would go back to Washington, John would stay on the island, and then what?

  “Kenneth, Charlotte, and Marcus set out to create a safe haven for people most of society see as different and wrong.” She took a sip of her beer and went on. “They’ve done that. No one is judged for who they are, who they love, or what turns them on. People can be themselves on the island. There are very few places in America, very few places anywhere, where someone can do that.”

  “You like it here, don’t you?” John asked.

  “I love it here! I can’t wait to get back to Washington and tell everyone I can get to listen about it.” She hoped they couldn’t hear the lie in her voice when she said the last part. She could wait to get back to Washington. She could wait a very, very long time.

  Something moved through his eyes at that and hope filled her heart. Damn it, she didn’t want that. She didn’t need it. No matter how much she wished this thing between her, John, and Brandon could continue, she knew it couldn’t. That something she’d just seen in John’s eyes wasn’t him hoping she’d stay. That was her own wishful thinking playing tricks on her. “What’s up?” She asked the question before she even realized she intended to. Still, she saw the look that passed between John and Brandon, one that told her she wasn’t wrong. “You two have been acting weird since you showed up at my cottage.”