Mastering Angela [Passion Peak, Colorado 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Nash nodded. “I know. That and the fact that I’m embarrassed as hell to find out just how involved my grandfather might have actually been with the Mandanici brothers. Not sure I want to share that with anyone.”

  “We told her that trust works both ways.” While Ian could understand Nash wanting to mull things over for a while before saying anything, the last thing he wanted to do was give Angela the impression of a double standard.

  “When Tommy digs up something more concrete, I’ll tell her. Promise.”

  “All right.” He glanced toward the bedroom. “And what about Brett being at the club? Are we going to tell her that he was?”

  Nash sighed out loud. “If we do, she’ll be afraid that he watched the wax and knife play scene, but every DM there has assured me Brett was nowhere near us that night. She might not believe that, and I don’t want to ruin the memory of that scene for her, Ian. It was so sensual and special.”

  “I understand. That makes sense. And Brett won’t be back.” Ian nodded. “All right. I’m okay with not telling her, for now at least. But if we find out he did take pictures, or if we hear any backlash from his being there, we’ll have to come clean with her. I don’t want her thinking she’s expected to trust us completely, but it’s all right if we withhold critical information from her.”

  “You’re right. Okay. I agree.”

  * * * *

  On Sunday afternoon, dark clouds scuttled by and the wind was gusty, but the Weather Channel had assured them that the rain wouldn’t arrive until after midnight. Unfortunately for the town, however, it was supposed to rain until Wednesday morning, so the Labor Day parade that was supposed to take place the next day was rescheduled for Saturday. According to the scuttlebutt on Twitter that Angela had shared with Nash and Ian that morning, the Legend of Sleepy Cat Peak folks blamed the rescheduling of both parades on the cat’s anger.

  Angela decided to try once again to bring up the subject of what the guys had been looking at the previous afternoon. She was barefoot, sitting on the deck of the pool with her feet in the water, and Ian and Nash were tossing a football back and forth on the lawn beyond the pool. “So did you, Tommy, and Van figure out the big mystery from yesterday afternoon?”

  Ian glanced at her and subsequently missed the ball Nash had just tossed his way.

  “That’s another point for me,” said Nash.

  “Fuck you. It is not. Angela distracted me.”

  “Dude, you’re such a fucking pussy.”

  She laughed as Ian tossed the ball hard toward Nash, who had to run, but caught it. “What did you ask, Angela? I didn’t hear you.”

  “I asked if you guys had figured out the big mystery from yesterday afternoon. You know. The books you were looking at over here.”

  Nash stopped in the act of tossing the football, exchanged a look of incredulity with Ian, and then fixed her with the look she’d come to think of as “Dom mode.” It also told her she was in big trouble.

  She laughed again and tried to scramble to her feet, but the guys were faster. Ian scooped her up in his arms and held her over the water at the deep end of the pool. “No! Don’t you dare.”

  “Why not?” he asked, grinning at her in a way that sent a rush of wetness to her panties.

  “Because.”

  “That’s not a good reason,” said Nash, tickling her.

  She squirmed in Ian’s arms, trying to escape Nash’s tickling, but it was useless.

  “Don’t move, Angela. I might drop you.”

  “Then tell Nash to stop tickling me.” She could hardly catch her breath.

  “You deserve it. You made me miss the ball.”

  “That wasn’t my fault.”

  “Yes it was.”

  “Please…please stop…”

  Nash stopped, but then he grinned at her. “Okay, but you only have one other alternative.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Duh. The pool or more tickling. Which is it, Angela? I’ll even let you choose.”

  “Neither one. Put me down!”

  He and Ian exchanged a glance. “Okay,” said Ian.

  Angela screamed as he tossed her into the water. When she surfaced, both men were laughing. She splashed them with water, and then tried to swim away as they shed their clothes in record time and joined her in the pool. She never would have thought a tank top and shorts would weigh her down, but the guys caught her easily.

  Ian held her above the water while Nash peeled off her wet clothes and tossed them onto the pool deck. Then he swam over and retrieved a floating cushion from the deck and the guys put her on top of it and paddled toward the shallow end so they could stand up next to it. They pushed the cushion around lazily as they talked.

  “I think she deserves to be punished for asking about yesterday,” said Nash.

  “But you didn’t tell me not to ask. And what’s the big mystery, anyway?”

  “That’s true,” said Ian, “we didn’t tell her not to ask. We should punish anyway, for making me miss the ball.”

  “Dude, that really is a lame excuse for a punishment.”

  “Well then, what shall we do with her?”

  Angela was laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath. She rolled off the cushion and swam away, slowly. The guys followed, and she did a few laps while they pretended not to be able to catch her. She had no doubt they could easily have done so but loved that they were playing with her this way, letting her believe she could swim faster than them.

  Finally they caught her and pulled her back onto the cushion. “At least you finally gave us a reason to punish you,” said Nash, nuzzling his head between her breasts.

  “What did I do?”

  “You swam away.” Ian moved to the head of the cushion and turned her face toward his dick. “Lick it.”

  She moaned loudly and did as he asked, while Nash tortured her clit with long, slow strokes.

  “Now my balls,” said Ian, lifting them toward her mouth.

  Angela was more than happy to obey him. Nash continued to rub her clit, so slowly that she was out of her mind with need already. These two had the power to reduce her to nothing more than a mass of begging them to touch her, and she loved them for it.

  “Now you may open your mouth.”

  She did, and Ian pushed his cock all the way in, holding her head still with both hands. Nash continued to bring her closer and closer to an orgasm with each expert stroke of his fingers, never quite allowing it to crest. He had to know what he was doing to her.

  “That feels fantastic, baby girl. I’m going to come in your mouth.”

  “Come on her tits instead,” said Nash. “I want to see them covered in cum.”

  Angela moaned loudly in the back of her throat. Nash’s words drove her insane with desire. Her climax was so close, and she knew that he was aware of that fact. As Ian’s thrusting inside her mouth increased, Nash slipped a finger into her pussy. Angela couldn’t even think straight. There was no way to hold off the climax.

  When Ian pulled out and hot cum splashed all over her breasts and chin, she cried out in pleasure as the orgasm overtook her. Nash kept up the pressure with his fingers, letting her ride the wave until her contractions finally stopped. Ian watched, a huge grin on his face, and then he lifted her off the cushion and let her wash off in the water. She became immediately suspicious when Nash walked toward the edge of the pool and climbed out.

  “You’re in big trouble,” said Ian softly.

  “I couldn’t help it…”

  Nash jumped back into the water, carrying one of the badminton rackets from the pool set. Angela started to swim away, but Ian was faster. He picked her up around the waist with one arm and carried her toward the pool deck, while pulling the cushion along with the other hand. How did he have the strength to lift her after what she’d just done to him?

  “No,” she screamed, as Ian placed the cushion on the deck and bent her over it. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “
The heck you didn’t,” said Nash, standing next to Ian. “You came without permission.”

  “How could I help it with what you were doing to me?”

  “Not my problem,” he said.

  Ian pulled over one of the inner tubes, and they used the rope attached to it to tie her wrists behind her back.

  “Please, Sir… I’ll be good. I promise.”

  “I know you will,” said Nash. “But nothing you can say right now is going to get you out of this, Angela.”

  She yelled as the first strike hit both ass cheeks at once. The damn thing stung like a motherfucker, and the pain was worse because her ass cheeks were wet. She screamed and writhed against the rope, but it was pointless. Every few strikes, both men caressed her tender ass cheeks or reached underneath to stroke her breasts and wet pussy, but the paddling really hurt. It was worse than anything they’d used on her so far.

  Despite that, Angela soon slipped into that peaceful place between pain and pleasure, where nothing could reach her except their touch on her body or their voices in her ear. Tears ran down her cheeks, but not from pain. She was so in love with them, and once again the emotion bubbled up and threatened to consume her. Would she ever have the courage to tell them? Was it possible they could love her, too? She was desperate to know.

  When they finally stopped, they untied her hands and moved her and the cushion onto the pool deck. Nash rubbed her sore ass cheeks again. “I’m so proud of you, love. I am so very, very proud of you.” He slipped his dick into her pussy and began to fuck her slowly. “You may come, Angela. You may come until you can’t come anymore.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

  The guys took turns, fucking first her pussy then her asshole. She had no idea where the lube and condoms had come from, and she didn’t even care. Her body was a quivering mass of contractions from an orgasm that wouldn’t quit. Their hands caressed her, and their mouths kissed every square inch of her that they could reach.

  When they rolled her onto her back, they kissed the rest of her, and once again took turns fucking her in the pussy until she was sore and spent, and both men had come again. All three were bathed in sweat by the time they finished.

  Ian eased his body into the water first, and then Nash waded in, taking Angela with him. They ducked their heads underneath a few times, and then the men took turns holding her against their warm bodies, stroking her hair, her back, and her very sore ass cheeks.

  How could anything ruin this for her? It didn't matter what they’d been looking at the afternoon before with Tommy and Van. The only thing she cared about at that moment was both of them, right here, with her. Nash and Ian were the only reality she wanted to focus on.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Angela spent Labor Day at Nash’s house with him and Ian, watching old movies and eating junk food. It rained all day, as predicted, and by the time they took her home Monday evening so that she could get some sleep in her own bed before going to work the next day, the temperature had dropped, and there was talk of snow that coming weekend in the mountains.

  They hadn’t wanted to take her back to her condo, but she told them if she didn’t sleep in her own bed she might as well quit her job because she’d be useless at work.

  “So quit,” said Nash.

  Angela’s heart soared, but she shook her head. “You know I can’t actually do that, Nash. I have bills to pay. I have a mortgage payment.”

  “We’d take care of all that for you,” said Ian.

  “I can’t let you do that.” She’d finally talked them into taking her home, but both men had given her thoughtful looks the entire drive, and it had taken Angela a long time that night to fall asleep as she imagined quitting her job and living at Nash’s house with him and Ian.

  Tuesday afternoon, after she’d had lunch with Nash and Ian at Panera Bread, she was in the break room digging in her purse for the dental floss that she always carried with her, when her eye fell on the packet of birth control pills. If two of her coworkers hadn’t been in the room at the time, Angela would have had a full-blown panic attack. She stared at the pink plastic blister pack, trying to remember if she’d taken a pill all weekend.

  As soon as her coworkers left and she was alone, she opened the pack and nearly dropped it. Her worse fears were confirmed. She’d missed two days. Okay. Don’t panic. She didn’t know what to do, and suddenly she couldn’t seem to remember any of her medical training. Her hands were shaking now, but she had to get her body under control. She had to stop trembling or she wouldn’t be able to do her job.

  The last pill she’d taken had been Sunday morning, so she’d only technically missed one day, not two. It was still Tuesday. It would be all right. It had to be. But this was the longest interval she’d ever gone without taking one. It was also the third time this month that she’d forgotten a pill. The last two times, she’d remembered them the next morning and had taken them both then, just like she was supposed to do.

  It wasn’t entirely her fault that she kept forgetting. Her entire routine had changed. But still, it was her responsibility to remember these things. She should know better. This was important shit. She set a repeating alert on her phone for seven in the morning. There. That ought to do it. On weekdays she was always up by seven, and on weekends she’d have to make do.

  Someone called her name. “Be right there.” She popped Monday and Tuesday’s pills into her mouth, washed them down with the last of her raspberry iced tea from Panera, and went back to work.

  The rest of the week was as much fun for Angela as the previous week had been. The guys both met her for lunch every day, and took her back to Nash’s house for dinner in the evenings. They had, however, instituted the no-orgasm rule for Angela again, but this time, since she’d expected it, it didn’t bother her as much.

  As the week wore on she forgot about the missed pills incident, and instead concentrated on enjoying the company of her two Doms. Angela was amazed by how comfortable she was with them. She’d never felt so peaceful simply being in someone’s presence, and certainly not with two men.

  By the time Saturday morning came, bringing cool but bright-blue skies with it, she was hopelessly in love with both of them and spent every waking moment wanting nothing more than to please them. It had snowed in the mountains, and as Angela walked downtown from Nash’s house with him and Ian, they pointed out the shadow of the cat on the mountain once again.

  The craft booths had been set up, and the parade was scheduled to begin at noon. Mason Ruiz was manning the Legend of Sleepy Cat Peak tent, and today his daughter Mancie and her son Nevada joined him. Angela had always liked Mancie. She was a few years older, had never married, and lived a life that Angela thought of as fun and carefree.

  Nevada was a few years younger than her, and Mancie had home-schooled him. She had no idea who Nevada’s father was. No one did, as far as Angela had ever heard. “How are you, Mancie? I haven’t seen you around in a while.”

  “Hi Angela. I was going to school in Denver for a while, but I’m back home now.”

  “Oh? What degree were you working on this time?” Mancie had tried degrees in about a dozen fields over the years, and as far as Angela knew, she’d never earned one.

  “Art history. But I got bored with it.”

  Angela cut her gaze toward Nevada, who was busy with a customer. Had he been in Denver with his mother? Nevada’s life was about as mysterious as anyone’s in this town. She turned her attention back to Mancie. “Now that you’re in town again, do you have any plans to stick around?”

  “Doli always needs help at her diner, and Mateo is going to let me help with the shearing again.”

  “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

  “Work in a diner?” asked Nash.

  She playfully smacked his arm. “No, silly. Shear sheep.”

  “It’s nasty work. You’d get all itchy and sweaty.”

  She grinned at him. “Afraid of getting your hands dirty, Nash?”


  Nash gave her the Dom mode look. “Careful, Angela.” His voice was so soft, Angela wasn’t sure anyone else had heard him, but it sent shivers of delight up and down her spine just the same. Nash turned his attention toward Mason. “I hear it’s going to snow tonight in the mountains.”

  Mason frowned. “The cat is angry. He returned to his mountain much earlier than usual. Trouble is coming for this town, and soon.”

  Another shiver ran down Angela’s spine, but this time it wasn’t from lust. She looked over the pamphlets and Sleepy Cat paraphernalia, but there was nothing there she didn’t already have. The legend was usually fascinating to her, but today it creeped her out a bit, only she didn’t understand why.

  “I’m reading cards today, Angela,” said Mancie. “Only twenty dollars. Want yours done?”

  She glanced at Nash and Ian in turn. It was something she’d had done before, but now she imagined she’d first need to ask their permission.

  “I’m all right with it,” said Ian.

  “Sure. Okay,” said Nash. “Go ahead.” He glanced toward his right. Angela followed his gaze to see Van and Rowena strolling toward them, holding hands. “Ian and I will talk to Van and Rowena while you get them read.”

  Angela watched the guys approach the couple as Mancie set up a card table and two folding chairs in the back of the tent. Once the men started talking, Rowena came over to join them inside the tent. When she found out Angela was getting her cards read, she asked if she could watch.

  “Sure,” said Mancie. “As long as you don’t project any negativity.”

  “Oh, I won’t. I want mine done after Angela is finished.”

  Mancie opened another folding chair for Rowena. Angela took her seat across from Mancie, but didn’t watch her take out the tarot cards. Instead, she glanced toward Ian, Nash, and Van. “What’s going on with them? Did you find out anything else about what they were looking at last Saturday?”

  “Angela, you need to concentrate for this to work,” said Mancie. “Put your hands on the cards and look at me.”