Silent Tears [Liberty, Wyoming 3]

by Lara Jones

  Liam looked at Dylan. “Stop for a second.” His gaze went to her face. “Are we hurting you at all?”

  Mora started to nod and then shook her head, a confused crease on her brow. “I think so.”

  “No, baby. You’d know if we were hurting you. I want you to tell us how it feels to have both of us inside you at the same time?”

  One of her hands went to Dylan’s shoulder and the other to Liam’s arm. She was unable to figure out how she felt about this. “I can’t explain. It’s like you’re taking over my body or something. When you guys touch me, I dissolve into a mass of need.” Mora tossed her head a few times as Dylan moved in short slow increments inside her. “Ooohh, God, Dylan…” She could feel both places tighten on their fingers, and she was unable to stop it. “It’s like my whole system’s rewired, and I have a need unlike I’ve ever felt. A need that is quickly becoming painful in my stomach.”

  “We’ll take care of you honey, but you need to listen to this. We’ll let you pick one word. That word and that word only is the only thing that will stop what we’re doing to you at that time.” Liam made sure he had her full attention. “But hear me, Mora. If you use that word, everything stops, and we take you back to the Jacobsons’.”

  Something in Mora’s chest tightened at the way he said that. “But you come back?”

  Dylan shook his head, hoping they weren’t going to mess it up. “No, sugar. We don’t. You say the word, and we go away.”

  Her grip on their fingers tightened making them all moan. “That’s not fair.”

  “If at any time you get scared just say yellow, and we’ll slow down. You understand?” Liam asked.

  “Yes, I think so. I need to pick a word, but I can’t use it, or I’ll never be able to see you again. Right?”

  Dylan rolled his eyes and nodded. “That’s right. I know you think it’s harsh, but if you said no every time we did something new, we’d never get anywhere. We want you to trust that we know how far we can take you. We might push your limits sometimes, yet we’ll never abuse them. Do you think you can do that?”

  Everything inside of her screamed yes, from her heart to her breast, to her girly part, to skin that was sensitized by her massive hunger for these men. Yet a small part of her mind still didn’t trust that they could care enough about her to want to take care of her and her needs and put up with her wild ways, but if she didn’t take this chance, she would regret it. “Buttercup.”

  Liam’s brows creased in confusion. “What?”

  “My word’s buttercup.”

  Dylan chuckled then started moving his fingers inside of her ass again. At the same time, Liam pressed two fingers farther into her pussy.

  “Oh my God. It burns, Dylan,” Mora hissed.

  “Yea, I bet it does.” He chuckled and pushed his thick fingers in a little farther. “Take more, sugar. You can take both fingers deeper.”

  Both men started a rhythm. One came out when the other one went in, in a constant motion.

  Dylan’s teeth clenched as need unlike he’d ever felt hardened his body.

  A cramping pain had twisted Liam’s abs as his cock pushed against the inside of his jeans, ready to burst through the zipper. He needed in her like he needed his next breath and knew he probably wasn’t going to get her anytime soon.

  Mora’s groans became frantic as she writhed and pushed back on their fingers, trying to gain more friction. “Please. Please do something,” she cried as her grip tightened on them both.

  “We’re not going to be able to take you this way with our cocks yet. You’ll need to be stretched some,” Dylan growled low in his throat before bending and taking her mouth in a kiss that was demanding and utterly carnal.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Liam groaned as he watched her body take them.

  Dylan raised his head, pleased to see her lips were red and puffy. He looked at Liam. “Remember, we can’t let her come yet.”

  “What! Why? You can’t do that,” she wailed.

  “We can’t make you take us until you admit you’re in a relationship with us.”

  Mora’s heels dug in the mattress and made her back bow off the mattress, momentarily dislodging their fingers. “That’s bullshit, Dylan,” she yelled angrily and tried to twist out from between them.

  Dylan chuckled and used his leg and hand to hold her in place, and Liam pressed her back to the bed with a hand between her breasts. “We explained this, Mora.”

  “It’s stupid, and you’re stupid, and if you’re not going to keep making me feel good, then fuck off.”

  Both men stiffened and glanced at each other before locking in on her. Together they flipped her to her stomach, using their bodies to keep her in place as she squirmed and screamed.

  Dylan bent down close to her face. “Remember what we said about cussing and how your next spanking would be worse before you’d be bare? Well, that time is here, sugar,” Dylan said pleasantly, chuckling when that made her mad.

  “You assholes, you’re not touching my ass anymore.”

  “Oh, I don’t know, are you sure about that, sugar?” Dylan asked sarcastically.

  She opened her mouth to let him have it, and a large hand came down hard on her ass, momentarily freezing her as the sensations spiraled through her. She wasn’t able to say anything when the smacks kept raining down. She could only feel.

  She thought most women would think it hurt, yet it just made Mora hotter and wetter. She wanted to scream at them to do it harder, but she was afraid they’d stop instead, so she just rode the wave of need.

  Liam slid a hand down her back, and as he held her still on his lap, his hand came down in a slow rhythm. “Part of this is for today, honey.”

  She bit her lip when her body started to tighten like before, and her breathing turned jagged. She exploded in an orgasm that took her breath away and made her body hum. Mora stiffened, and multiple bolts of smoldering flames sparked and sizzled through her system, and pops of colors flashed under her closed eyelids. Finally, everything calmed, letting her get a deep breath and become aware of her surroundings.

  The silence and the fact they weren’t smacking her got through instantly. Oh, shit. I don’t think that’s what they intended the punishment to turn out.

  Mora moved her head, trying to see through her curtain of hair, and when she couldn’t see Liam, she turned her head the other way, getting the same result. “Ummm. Guys?”

  She would have been thrilled at the expressions on their faces. The shock and pleasure they got when she actually orgasmed while getting a pretty harsh spanking. Jesus, the things they could do, Dylan thought. He grinned at Liam, who looked stunned.

  ‘She thinks we’re pissed at her. I think we should play it that way for now,’ he mouthed to Liam.

  Liam grinned, nodded, and then cleared his throat. “Mora,” he said harshly. “You just came, didn’t you?” He tried to glare at Dylan when he tried to hold back a laugh.

  Mora lay very still under their hands. “I don’t know.”

  “That’s bullshit, sugar.”

  Mora turned her head toward Dylan. “No, it’s not.”

  A long moment passed, leaving her tense, and then several hard smacks came down again, momentarily surprising her so much that she let a moan slip out.

  “That definitely wasn’t a moan of pain, Mora,” Liam snapped.

  Mora moved, trying to find her range of motion they were allowing her. Not much at all. So, she relaxed into the mattress. She couldn’t fight them. Well, she could try, she amended to herself, but she knew how this was going to end.

  “Um, guys. Let me up so I can get dressed and go.”

  Chapter 11

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Liam asked, confused.

  “You don’t want me here. I can’t even get punished right, so let me go.”

  Both men frowned at the unsettled tone of her voice. “Why would you think that, sugar?”

  “All I’ve caused you two is trouble and chaos. B
ut that’s the way I normally am. I’m not going to change myself this time. It practically broke me the last time I had to pretend.”

  “When, Mora?” Liam asked, trying to push the hair off her face but making it worse.

  She almost chuckled, but at that moment she was afraid she might cry instead. “My late husband.”

  Liam used a few of his fingers to widen a partisan in her hair enough to see her eye. “What about him?”

  “My late husband, David, had the bad end of an agreement with my parents and hadn’t been prepared to deal with me.”

  “Explain, sugar,” Dylan asked.

  “Can I sit up, please? I rather not talk about this with me face-planted in a mattress.”

  Liam looked at Dylan who just shrugged. “Sure, you can,” Liam said and slowly lifted his leg and arm that pinned her.

  When Dylan moved away, she scrambled up against the headboard and lifted a pillow to hold in front of her.

  Dylan frowned, yet kept quiet. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t allow her to hide her body from them, but she looked distressed enough without having to give up the only security she had at the moment.

  “After I graduated from college, my parents made me a deal. I was to marry the person of their choice and stay married for five years and have at least one child. At the end of the five years, I would get my full inheritance with no other strings attached, and I could divorce my husband.”

  Liam frowned. “Why? For what purpose?”

  “I’ll tell you my reasoning first. The main reason was I wouldn’t have gotten my inheritance until I was forty. I wanted it to do things for people that needed help. I would have had to wait sixteen years, and it just seemed like a long time then.

  “My parents just wanted me gone, and by getting me married off, they didn’t have to deal with me. My whole life I’ve either disappointed them or they hadn’t been able to deal with my wild personality. I think it was one last-ditch effort on my part to get their approval.”

  “I still don’t get it. Why would you and your late husband agree to this?”

  Mora looked away because she didn’t want them to see the turbulent emotions in her expression. “They’d been holding my inheritance over my head since I was a child. It was the one and the only way they could manipulate me, and I wanted to take away the last thing they could control me with.

  “David, the guy they wanted me to marry, was a genius in the stock market, and my parents wanted him to work for them. David was very shy, and he didn’t really like to be around people very much, and meeting girls was out of the question. So, having a wife chosen and then a job with the company that he could do from home where he felt the calmest. In the end, he was to receive five million dollars.”

  “Your late husband? What was he like, besides shy?”

  Mora smiled fondly, and then her lips turned down. “He was a nice guy. Very soft-spoken, impeccable manners, and hated chaos.” She gave a rough chuckle.

  Liam and Dylan glanced at each other. Liam cleared his throat. “You miss him a lot, don’t you?”

  Mora’s grip on the pillow tightened, and she shook her head. “I know I’m a horrible person to admit this, but I haven’t missed him. I miss my son like crazy. I miss him every minute of every day, not David. I feel like I should feel more than I have about his death and I just can’t make myself grieve for him. We were married for a little over three years, and in all that time we never really talked. It was a godsend when Davey was born. I finally had someone to love and who loved me back.”

  Dylan moved up the mattress a bit and laid a hand on her arm that was wrapped around the pillow. “That doesn’t make you a horrible person, sugar.”

  “I feel like it. The man did nothing but agree to a contract with my parents. I know it probably sounds weird to you guys, yet in the group of people my parents hang with, it wasn’t unusual for the parents to choose a spouse for their children. They want to make the best connections.

  “I really felt bad for David. He figured it would be a breeze, and since I came from such a prominent family. I would be uncomplicated, easy to deal with. I know he wouldn’t have done it if he had known what he was getting into.”

  Liam’s hand gripped her knee. “Did he say that?”

  Mora shook her head. “Not in so many words. It’s just every time I did anything inappropriate, he would have this look in his eyes, a little bit of fear, not of me, but of how to deal with the situation I’d gotten myself into. Dread was another emotion I saw a lot. A disappointment was probably the main reaction I would see, though. I’d seen it enough in my parents growing up. I didn’t want to see it in a husband.”

  Liam slid his hand down her leg and back. He didn’t like how rigid she was. If she got any stiffer, she’d snap. “I know they made the arrangements, but were your parents happy with you being married?”

  Mora chuckled, but it came out more of a grunt. “Oh, yes. They didn’t need to deal with me anymore. Poor David did.”

  “What happens now that he’s gone?” Dylan asked.

  “Thankfully that was written into the contract. If one of us should pass before the five-year deadline, the contract would still be imposed. So, if I had died, he would have received the five million. Because he’s the one that’s gone, I get my inheritance.”

  “You make yourself sound so bad, sugar. I can’t imagine you causing that much chaos.”

  “Even after today?” she asked, astonished.

  Liam chuckled. “You’ll need to do better than that before we ever get disappointed in you. Don’t get me wrong, you’ll drive us crazy and give us gray hair, but we’ll always want you and be proud of you.”

  Dylan reached out and smacked Liam on the shoulder.

  Liam jerked back from Dylan. “Hell, what was that for?”

  “You pretty much just gave her permission to be wild and had, in fact, told her she wasn’t crazy enough.”

  Liam rolled his eyes. “She knows what I meant.” Both men turned to her. “Right, Mora?” Liam asked worriedly at the smirk on her face.

  A smile spread across Mora’s face, sending fear skittering up both men’s backs.

  Dylan’s eyes narrowed. “Right, Mora?”

  Mora shrugged, feeling more light-hearted than she had in ages. “I will try my best.”

  Both men looked at her suspiciously, not quite sure what she was thinking. Try her best at what? Being good or driving them bonkers?

  “I want an example of something you did that your husband thought you were crazy to do,” Liam said.

  Mora lowered her head. “Well, one thing that really got him was I brought a family home with me one day. Remember I’m a social worker, so I meet people in need all the time. One day I met this great family. The mom, dad, and three kids just lost everything in a fire. They didn’t have much, to begin with, yet what they did have was theirs. But no insurance.”

  “That sucks,” Dylan grumbled.

  Mora nodded sadly. “Yeah, it did. Anyway, we couldn’t find a place for the whole family. The mother and youngest would go to a woman’s shelter, the other two kids to foster homes, and the father was pretty much shit out of luck. I couldn’t let that happen. They were such a great family. The older kids got straight As in school. The parents worked hard every day. They just couldn’t get a break. I know I can’t change the world, yet if I can help one family at a time, I’m happy.

  “I put the family in the largest bedroom we had. I made sure they had whatever they needed for the basics and then called around for clothes and housing. I found plenty of clothes and household items, but to find a house in the same neighborhood so the kids wouldn’t need to switch schools was next to impossible.”

  “What happened, sugar?”

  Mora braced herself for the shock. “I told David when he got home. That was the only time he lost his temper. Even after I explained the situation, he wanted them gone. God, I hadn’t realized how much like my parents he was until then. I told David I’d
get them out when I found and bought a house for them. I really thought he’d leave me over it.”

  “What happened to the family?” Liam asked.

  Mora smiled fondly. “I found a three-bedroom, two-story house, two blocks from their old house. It was in great shape with a great backyard and in the same school district.”

  “And you bought it for them, didn’t you?” Liam asked.

  Mora’s eyes burned at the pride in their eyes. She nodded. “Yeah. I paid in full so that they wouldn’t have mortgage payments. These people deserved a break, and I was in a position to give it to them. I get cards and drawings from the children every few months. The dad, Phillip, got a great job as some supervisor at the company he worked at. Now he only has to work one job, and she can take stay home and take care of the children.”

  “That’s absolutely amazing, honey. I am so incredibly proud of you,” Liam said and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

  “I am, too, sugar. I will stand behind any decision you make helping people, and if it’s something we could help you with, we’ll be there.”

  Happiness bubbled inside her as a soft contentment surged through her, and she felt fully alive like she hadn’t in years. She wasn’t for sure where this relationship was going, yet for the time being, she was going to revel in the feeling of acceptance.

  “Now about today…” Dylan started with a growl.

  Mora couldn’t help it as laughter burst from her. She covered her mouth to try to hold it back, but it couldn’t be done. She laughed harder when the men looked at each other and then at her, trying to look tough, yet the twinkle in Dylan’s eyes and the twitch on Liam’s mouth told her the men were trying to be irate, but couldn’t pull it off.

  It took a moment for her to get under control. “I’m sorry I laughed.”

  “Oh, I just bet you are, sugar,” Dylan grumbled. “How about we get you fed? We can talk about this after.”

  Mora smiled. “I’d like that. Who’s cooking?”

  Liam laughed. “We all are. Let me get you a shirt to wear.”

  “Why can’t I put my clothes on?”