“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Take hold of my cock.” There was no revulsion on Andy’s face, only sheer bliss. This was what the other man had been craving since they’d first met. Damon saw it clearly before him.
Andy reached up, gripping his shaft in one hand.
“That’s it, work my dick until I’m completely hard, and then take me into your mouth.” Damon kept his hands at his sides with his force of will alone.
The minutes passed as Andy touched his cock. For the last two years he’d not had a single sexual experience other than the pleasure of using his own hand. The touch of Andy’s hands was too much for him, and he felt the beginnings of his orgasm. No, he couldn’t allow himself to lose control so easily. He needed to keep in constant control or risk making a fool of himself, and he wouldn’t do either.
Once he was at full arousal, he waited patiently as Andy took him into his mouth. Damon knew he was the first man Andy had sucked. The hesitation was a clear indication along with the look of wonder on his face. Even with this being his first time, Andy knew how to suck cock. Andy took him to the back of his throat before coming back up and going down again. He watched as the other man bobbed his head taking Damon’s cock deeper. Seconds passed, and Andy grew more comfortable with what he was doing. One hand cupped his balls as the other circled the base of the shaft. Closing his eyes, Damon focused on counting to keep himself in check. He wasn’t going to give into Andy so easily.
Thinking about Meredith he wondered if the other man had left her in tears. The punishment would be severe, and ground rules would be laid out.
Damon couldn’t hold his orgasm off much longer. Sinking his fingers into Andy’s hair, he thrust deep and hard going to the back of the waiting throat. The moans coming from the other man were driving him crazy. The noise vibrated around his cock, and with two years of nothing but his hand, Damon exploded into Andy’s mouth without much effort.
The other man swallowed him down, drinking every last drop of his cum.
When he was done, he ordered Andy to stand. “Meredith is a submissive. You can’t give her what she needs because you don’t know how. I do know how to be everything she needs. We can do this together.”
Andy stared at him, waiting.
“I will discuss everything with you, but I need to know that you’ll be fine with it.”
“You’re talking about being our Dominant, right?”
“Yes.” Damon ran fingers through his hair as he stared past his shoulder. He froze as he saw Meredith stood staring at them. “Fuck.”
Andy turned and released another curse word. Before anyone could say a word, Meredith ran out of the stable leaving them alone.
****
Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks. There was no way she’d ever be good enough for Andy. She was missing the one appendage he wanted more than anything, a cock. The pain struck her harder than ever before. In the last year he’d been different, and now she knew why. He was in love or lust with Damon. The hard talking, rough biker was after her husband, and she’d been too fucking blind to see it. All this time when he’d been nice to her, he’d actually wanted Andy. Charging for the house, she ran upstairs and headed toward the bathroom.
The sound of the door banging seconds behind her made her run faster and harder. Inside their shared bedroom, she slammed the bathroom door closed and flicked the lock into place. For some reason, the tiny brass lock made her feel safe. Any man could break it down. She wasn’t fool enough to think otherwise.
Collapsing on the floor she moved until her back was against the bath tub for support. Placing her head into her hands she finally allowed the sobs that had built up to escape. What she’d just seen was crashing around her all at once, and she didn’t know how to breathe or what to do in order to stop it. Was her marriage over? Damon’s friendship must have been false. All along he’d been after her husband, and she thought he simply wanted to be friends. She was wearing the cardigan he’d given her for Christmas. Tearing the clothing from her body she threw it in a heap, dropping her head into her hands.
“Meredith,” Damon said. His voice was right outside the door. She saw the door handle go down, but the wood wouldn’t budge, at least not for now.
“What’s going on?” Andy asked.
“She’s locked the door.”
She heard their conversation, and part of her wished they felt fucking guilty. They’d not even tried to hide their feelings. All the times Andy got aroused around Damon made so much sense to her now. They must have been laughing at her stupidity. He invited a guy he didn’t know back to their home, and she didn’t even put up a fight.
Andy had been her first and only love. Was everything they had a lie?
“It’s a brass lock. You can break in without a problem.”
“And fucking scare her. She’s in shock. This is not what I wanted to happen.” Damon let out a stream of curses. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she held on tightly to herself.
“Baby, come on out, so we can talk about this,” Andy said.
Shaking her head she felt the first sob release from her throat.
“Shit, she’s crying.” Damon’s voice was louder than the others. She’d only been going outside to check and make sure they were okay. They’d been in the stable for a long time. She should have known. Did other women have a cheating bone or something that let them know their husband was straying?
“What you saw wasn’t all of it,” Damon said. “I need to see you, Meredith. I can explain everything that’s happening.”
Meredith stayed put. She wasn’t going out there to talk to either of them.
“You’re going to have to break down the door,” Andy said.
“I’m not going to do that. Stop ordering me around, and I swear to you, if anything happens to her, I’ll make sure you can’t sit down for a month.” Damon was getting angrier by the second. His voice had an effect on her body. She felt her clit swell and her cream drench the lips of her sex.
“Could you please leave?” Meredith asked, wanting to be alone.
“Baby, come out and we’ll talk.”
Glancing at her watch she saw time was wasting. The rest of the men deserved a good cooked meal before they left. Getting up from her seat, she walked toward the door and released the lock.
Neither of them charged into the bathroom. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she cleared her throat and stepped out of the bathroom. Both men were large and staring down at her.
“I need to get started on dinner,” she said, gazing down at the floor.
“Dinner can wait,” Andy said, reaching out to her. She flinched away from him.
“I don’t want you to touch me.” She kept her stare on the floor. “If you’ll excuse me, I really need to finish some food.” Her body was tense as she waited for them to say something else.
Please leave me alone to deal with my pain.
I’m not good enough for Andy. I can’t give him what he needs.
“Andy, let her go. We’ll talk to her afterward,” Damon said. The man who’d stolen her husband was clearly in charge. Brushing past them, she walked downstairs toward the kitchen. The items she’d bought yesterday were all packed away. She heard them leave the house seconds later. Cutting off everything else she got started on the casserole for the men. She worked without really thinking, putting the meat into the pot along with the vegetables and herbs. Every once in a while she had to stop to grip the counter. Her husband, the man she loved with her whole heart, was in love with another man. At any other time she’d have left. There was nothing to laugh about. When he asked for a divorce she had nowhere else to go. She couldn’t live in Creek Valley after everything happened. She would be all on her own in the world. On their wedding day, Andy had made a vow to her. Vows mustn’t mean anything to him.
With dinner cooking, she walked upstairs to the one of the bedrooms she’d hoped to put her children in. She spent an hour putting bedding on the single bed and putti
ng her wardrobe into the spare room.
All the time she was working, tears were pouring out of her eyes. The last couple of months had been difficult. She and Andy couldn’t find the spark they once had in the bedroom. At least she now knew the sparkle was gone a long time ago.
Chapter Two
Andy worked hard to try to get everything done for that night. Meredith didn’t leave the house once. He didn’t even see her lurking in the windows watching him. The fact she wasn’t looking out at him, saddened him. He loved seeing her watch him, and now it was gone, he missed it. When had he started taking her for granted? Damon was working hard as well.
All of the ranch hands wouldn’t have a clue that his life was in turmoil because of what he’d done. The cold was seeping into his bones. In the coming day the land would be covered in easily an inch of snow. The men were rounding up the cattle ready to put them up for the snow. He built plenty of places to keep his ranch in working order during the winter and summer. With the harsh snow it would cost him some money, but it was all worth it.
By the time dinner arrived, the men were ravenous. He made his way into the kitchen in time to see that the only settings at the table were for him, Damon, and the number of ranch hands working for him.
Meredith didn’t look at him once as she placed a bowl in front of him. She did the same with all the men including Damon.
“You’re not eating with us?” Andy asked.
“No, I’ve already eaten.”
She left them alone to eat. The men moaned at her cooking skills. Andy glanced down at Damon to see the other man looking to where she’d walked out. Eating without her was a strange experience. In all the years they’d been together, Meredith had sat beside him. He stared at the empty chair wishing he’d not fucked up that morning. Getting on his knees and submitting to Damon had felt right to him.
His biggest regret was not having the chance to talk with his woman first. He’d not talked with Damon either. She reappeared in the kitchen half an hour later to wash the dishes. The men left saying goodbye and wishing them all well through the storm.
Andy followed Damon out to secure the surrounding buildings and to make sure everything was in place for the storm. When they made it inside they found the house was silent once again.
Frowning, Andy called out to Meredith. The kitchen was immaculate as it always was after dinner. There was a lemon cake on the counter but no sign of his woman. He called her name again, and no response came. Ridding his feet of his boots, he walked upstairs going to his bedroom. He felt Damon behind him. The bed was made, but the dresser where Meredith kept her cosmetics was empty. Opening the wardrobe he saw her clothes were gone. Slamming the door shut he tried all the doors and came to the last bedroom at the end of the hall. The door was locked.
“Meredith, open the fucking door,” he said.
“No.” Her voice sounded hollow to him through the wood. His heart shattered, and in that instant he knew he’d hurt her more than anything. Andy knew he’d caused her pain and she’d been feeling it all day, but he never anticipated her leaving his bed.
“Andy, move out of the way,” Damon said.
Glancing toward the man beside him, he saw Damon wasn’t in the mood for arguing. Pressing a palm to the wooden door, Andy hoped he could talk some sense into her. He loved Meredith with his whole heart, and part of him wished he hadn’t submitted to Damon that morning. But Andy also knew he couldn’t deny who he was. Submitting to Damon was right. He hoped Damon could get their woman to understand.
“Meredith, it’s Damon. Will you let me in?”
“I’m tired. I need sleep. I’ll see you both in the morning.” The sound of a lamp being shut off filled the silence.
“Okay, we’ll talk soon.” Damon nodded for him to go downstairs. He wanted to argue. Never in all the years he’d been married to Meredith had she not done what he asked. This was a completely new side to her that he wasn’t even sure he liked. He went downstairs, hating the fact he was leaving her behind. This was not what he was about. Damon seemed to know what he was doing, and Andy wasn’t going to fuck up whatever he had planned.
They went to the sitting room. Damon turned the television on leaving it on low. They could both still think and talk without interruption.
“What’s going on? Why are we down here instead of up there talking to my wife?” Andy asked. Shit, she’d seen him sucking Damon’s cock. She was probably going through all kinds of shit, and it was all his fault.
“I need to talk with you before we approach Meredith. There are things you need to know before we go ahead with whatever we’re going to do,” Damon said.
Andy watched as Damon stood, pacing the living room. Sitting back, he waited for the other man to speak. Whatever was going on, he appreciated all the advice he could get. “I’m waiting.”
“Don’t take that tone with me.” Damon glared at him. “Look, you and Meredith are two different people.”
“If you’re suggesting I divorce her, then you’re in for a rude awakening. I’m not divorcing the woman I love.” The very thought made him feel sick. He was totally in love with Meredith. There was no way he was going to live without her.
You weren’t thinking that when you had your mouth on Damon’s dick!
“I’m not suggesting divorce. I never even thought about it, so don’t put words in my mouth.”
“Good. I’m in love with my wife, and I could never leave her.” They could get past this. Sucking Damon’s cock had given him a rush and being controlled by him completed some short fuse in his brain, but he didn’t need it. No, he could live without it.
“You’re what is known as a Switch, Andy.”
“BDSM?” he asked. Living in Creek Valley meant he was aware of the lifestyle. He knew many couples within the town were in Dom/sub relationships.
“You know what it means?”
“Of course I know what it means. Fuck, Damon, I understand a lot of shit, but I need to know how to get my wife out of our kid’s bedroom.” Fuck, he’d been the one to decorate the bedroom for their daughter for when they finally had kids.
When you’d give her the chance to have a kid.
He’d been too damn selfish to get her pregnant. Andy had wanted all of her attention focused on him. “So I’m a Switch. I can be a Dominant and a submissive.”
“Yes, it’s why you and Meredith have lasted so long. Your needs are answered but only half of them. Meredith craves total submission. She needs a full time Dominant whereas you need a Dominant to give you what you need.”
What Damon was saying made total sense.
“What are you then?” Andy asked.
“I’m a pure Dom. I do not submit to anyone, not even you.”
Andy stood, putting hands on his hips. “How long have you known about this?”
“From the first moment I met the two of you. I’ve seen the way you two have been with each other. It’s killing a part of you, and it’s tearing up your marriage.”
He smirked. “I think my marriage is fucked.”
“It’s not. I’m bisexual. For a long time I’ve been looking for the people I can complete my life with.” Damon didn’t drop his gaze.
“What are you trying to say to me?” Andy asked.
“I can help you and Meredith. Your marriage can last through what just happened.” The conviction in Damon’s voice made him stop. Andy knew more than anything he wanted Meredith in his life. He’d taken what she gave him for granted.
“What will you want in return?”
“Your and Meredith’s submission. I want what I’ve seen happen in this town.”
“I can’t guarantee Meredith’s submission, but if you give me back my wife, I’ll give you everything you want.” He left the sitting room and headed upstairs to take a shower. Staring at the empty bed filled Andy with sadness. There was no way he was sleeping alone. Going to the bedroom where Meredith was, he tested the door to find it locked. This door had a key that could be open
ed from the outside and the inside.
Going to the set of keys in the hall he pulled the key he needed and headed back upstairs. Meredith mustn’t have left the key in place. He opened the door with ease and entered the room. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. Andy closed the door behind him, carefully. If Damon knew what he was doing, the other man would probably rip him a new one. He didn’t care. His only priority was to get to his woman.
She was curled up in a ball. The moonlight drifted in the room showing the tearstains on her face. Climbing into bed, he wrapped his arms around her. Meredith came awake and tried to fight him.
Wrapping his arms around her, Andy refused to let go.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”
Minutes passed before she finally settled down again. All through the night he held onto her tightly, refusing to let go.
****
Meredith woke to the sun shining in her eyes. She rubbed the sleep from them and felt the hot brand of a male arm across her stomach, holding her in place. Turning her head she saw Andy was behind her. Evidence of his arousal was flush against her ass. Memories of the previous day rushed over her, and she struggled.
He held her still even as she fought him.
“You’re not getting away from him,” Damon said. The other man’s voice made her pause. She looked toward the sound and found him sitting on the wicker chair in the corner. Damon was dressed in a pair of jeans and a thick sweater. He was also wearing socks, which was new for him.
Looking behind her, she saw Andy was in fact awake. She remembered him breaking into the bedroom and holding her down until she stopped fighting him. Until he came to bed she’d been fighting the cold. She loved sleeping with Andy, and being alone in bed was not a lot of fun at all.
Meredith despised her own weakness at not being able to fight him. Collapsing to the bed she stared up at the ceiling.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked.
“From your reaction yesterday I figured you’d fight me every step of the way in order to talk to you. This way, you’re in one place and you can’t go running off,” Damon said. “Have you got her tightly secured?”
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