She’d never been known for her decorum and maturity in the past, and couldn’t stop herself from sticking her tongue out at them. They both smiled and chuckled, Gabe pulling himself up until his large cock bobbed in front of her face.
“I can think of something better for that cute, pink tongue.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She smiled and propped herself up with her elbows and licked at the reddish-purple head of his cock, flicking the slit where a pearly drop of pre-cum awaited her. She leaned forward and engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth drawing a ragged moan from Gabe, his fingers winding in her hair, locking her in place. She didn’t want to pull off, his cock pushing to the back of her throat, her tongue rubbing all the ridges and making him shudder.
Jason came around to her back, pressing her up to a sitting position so she was reclining on him, his fingers plucking and twisting her aching nipples. Jason remembered she liked it on the rough side. He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her shoulders while he urged her on.
“That’s it, sunshine. Suck Gabe hard like a good girl.”
Gabe loved getting blown and she knew just what he liked. She hollowed out her cheeks and took him as far as she could, swallowing on him. He bit off an expletive, his fingers tightening in her hair. She reached up and stroked his balls and his cock swelled in her mouth. Jets of hot cum shot to the back of her throat and she had to swallow frantically not to miss anything. When he was done she licked him until he sat back on his haunches, his eyes closed in satisfaction. He finally opened them, a smile playing on his lips.
“A job well done, sweetheart. You still have a lethal mouth.”
She fluttered her eyelashes at his compliment. “I’m glad I haven’t lost my touch. The last time I did that was, well, with you.”
Gabe sat up, his expression one of surprise. “You didn’t sleep with, I mean you… Oh shit, you know what I’m trying to say.”
She shook her head. “I didn’t date him very long. I just couldn’t sleep with him. I still loved both of you. Dating was one thing, but sex was a whole different thing. He got mad, but I wouldn’t do it.”
Jason tipped her chin up and kissed her hard. “I didn’t expect you to do that, but I don’t mind admitting I’m glad. I’m a possessive asshole like that.”
She cupped his unshaven jaw, loving the feel of the stubble under her hand. “I love your possessiveness. I think it’s hot.”
Gabe chuckled. “Then you’re going to think we’re positively irresistible. I’m feeling pretty cavemanish when it comes to you.”
Jason’s expression was troubled. “Sunshine, while we were apart—”
She shook her head. It didn’t matter what went on while she was gone. It truly didn’t matter to her. “The only thing that matters is that we’re together now. If it hadn’t been for both of you, we wouldn’t be here at this moment. I would never have had the courage to give us another chance. Besides, I was the one who bailed on us first.”
Jason pressed her back into the mattress. “I want to be deep inside you. Do you want that? Do you want me?”
She nodded, her body humming at his hoarsely declared words. He rummaged in the nightstand and pulled out a condom, rolling it on his impressive cock before positioning himself between her legs. His gaze never left her the entire time, his eyes dark blue with passion.
“It’s been too long, sunshine.” He hooked his arms under her knees and spread her wide as his cock pressed at her cunt. She was drenched from her orgasm but she still had to catch her breath as he stretched her pussy wide. She grabbed his shoulders, panting for breath.
“Easy. Just give me a minute.”
He stilled for a moment and bent his head to kiss and lick her neck and shoulder. The sensations sent arrows of pleasure through her body and she dug her fingers into his biceps.
“More. I’m ready for more.”
He gave it to her. He pushed relentlessly inside her until he was into the hilt. He didn’t even pause but started a slow and steady rhythm that sent her on the path to release once again. Each thrust of his cock in her needy pussy stroked her clit and soon she was thrashing her head back and forth on the pillow and begging him to fuck her harder. She needed to come desperately, but Jason didn’t seem in any hurry.
“Harder. I need it harder. Faster.” Her voice was raspy with desire but Jason seemed to understand her urgency. He began to speed up, his cock pistoning in and out of her until she screamed his name. Her body tumbled, rolling in the stars. Wave after wave of pleasure ran through her, stronger than any vibrator could ever get her off.
Jason thrust one last time, his head thrown back in passion, the veins of his neck in sharp relief. He groaned as he came, his breath ragged, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He relaxed on top of her, his breathing slowing, his hands taking most of his weight. Even in the aftermath of lovemaking, Jason was always aware of his size. He was a big man and could easily squash her with his weight.
Eventually, he pulled away and padded to the bathroom to take care of the condom. Gabe stretched out next to her, cuddling her close.
“I admit I never thought we’d all be together like this again. I never thought you’d give me another chance, Samantha.”
“I couldn’t fathom it either until I came here, but I never stopped thinking about both of you. I stopped being angry at you a long time ago. After what I’ve seen, your anger issues seem fairly inconsequential. Although I’m glad you have it under control.”
She looked up into his face in the dim light of dawn. “I wasn’t sure what it would be like with you now.”
He stroked her hair softly. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You’re a Dom now. I thought you might try and tie me up or something. Spank me. I just wasn’t sure.”
He smiled. “I trained to be a Dom to learn about controlling myself. Although it was mainly therapy and meditation that helped me. I don’t have a deep-seated need to dominate a woman. I enjoy and I do get sexual satisfaction from it, but I don’t crave it as others do. Besides, you don’t seem all that submissive to me. Do you disagree?”
“I’m not sure. The idea of being tied up and, well, spanked, does intrigue me. I was thinking about it more day-to-day than sexual actually.”
Gabe propped himself up on his elbow. “You mean a power exchange of some sort? How do you know about that?”
“You have an internet connection and I can do a web search. When I saw the club, let’s say I did some research. I saw that there are relationships where the Dominant makes all the decisions. I was thinking that might be a good idea.”
“You want me to make your decisions for you?” Gabe frowned. “Why would you want that?”
She shrugged, uncomfortable with admitting her inadequacy. “While we were apart I seemed to make one bad decision after another. You and Jason made good decisions. Your lives are much better. I was thinking maybe I should just let both of you make all my decisions for me. It might be safer.”
Gabe shook his head. “It doesn’t work that way. Safety is overrated, first of all. You need to learn to make good decisions for yourself. You need that confidence. Jason and I will always be here to advise you, but ultimately you need to be in charge of your own life.”
She sighed. “I hate it when you’re right.”
Jason plopped down on the bed on her other side. “Gabe’s right about something? I guess it was bound to happen.”
Gabe laughed and pointed to Jason. “Asshole. I ought to kick your ass right now.”
Sami groaned. This baiting and bickering could go on all night. “I’m still hungry. Can one of you go down and get me some more cheesecake?”
Jason blew a raspberry on her stomach making her giggle. ““We’ll all go down for cheesecake. I’ve worked up quite an appetite.” He glanced at the clock. “Looks like that’s what I’ll be eating for breakfast. I have a shift in a couple of hours. What are you two going to do today?”
“After we catch some sleep,
I was thinking we’d head over to the B and B and put in a few hours there. There’s a lot to be done,” Gabe said.
“I have a haircut appointment with Becca today,” Sami remembered. “But I do want to work on the B and B. Maybe we can paint the kitchen today.”
Jason nodded in approval. “Sounds like a plan. How about I pick you up after my shift and we eat at the diner for dinner?”
Jason scooped her up, sheets and all, and started carrying her to the kitchen. It was a cozy, domestic scene and it made Sami’s feel warm and loved. She had her two men back and she was going to get her life back, too.
Chapter Seven
“Can you just shape it up a bit? I feel like a shaggy dog.” Sami pulled at her long hair and made a face.
Becca combed through Sami’s hair, pursing her lips in thought. “If we layer it a bit, it will take some of the heaviness away. When was the last time your hair was cut?”
Sami didn’t want to admit she’d been so broke she’d taken to trimming her own hair so she shrugged with what she hoped was a careless air. “I don’t remember. I guess it’s been awhile.”
Becca was muttering to herself. “Whoever did it should be forced to get a poodle perm.”
Becca started sectioning Sami’s hair and trimming the back. “So how’s the job at Original Sin? Is it going okay working with Gabe?”
Sami felt her face get warm and Becca’s face broke into a delighted grin. “You sly dog. Are you, Gabe, and Jason back together? Please say yes!”
Sami smiled. “Yes. We’ve decided to give things another try.”
Becca let out a whoop that was so loud even the people in the back singing karaoke paused. Her father Mike had put a karaoke machine in the back of her salon when she’d opened it and it was popular with friends and customers. She slapped a hand over her mouth and giggled.
“Shit, I guess I should calm down, but I’m so happy for you. I can only hope the three of you will be as happy as Mark and Travis have made me.”
Becca let out a blissful sigh. “Tell me every dirty detail. Hold on, maybe you should wait until Monday night at the diner and tell everyone at the same time. No, wait, I’ll never be able to wait that long. Talk, woman.”
Same old Becca. It felt wonderful to be back in Plenty again. She never wanted to leave again, even if it was for only a few days. She loved this town.
“I don’t know what to say. We talked everything through. We all admitted what we could have done better in the past. We’ve decided to forgive and move on. Start again, you know. I missed them so much.”
Sami deliberately left out the story about Ray. She didn’t want to rehash it. She felt too happy. Eventually, she’d have to have a frank discussion with her men about what they would do if Ray showed up here. For now, she felt safe. She’d paid Ray money only a few weeks ago.
“We missed you.” Becca looked around the salon and moved closer to Sami. “What’s it like with a Dom? Does he order you around?” Becca whispered.
Sami bubbled with laughter. “Gabe likes to order everyone around. So does Jason, for that matter. It doesn’t mean I listen to them. It was just regular sex. Gabe says he doesn’t have to be dominant all the time.”
Becca cocked her head. “What do you want?”
Sami chewed on her lower lip. “I’m not sure. The dominant stuff is kind of hot, but I don’t know how I would really like being a submissive. I watched some people play at the club and some of it was pretty out there. I don’t want to be set on fire.”
“Neither would I. We had fun the few times we played. Very low key stuff. Just some bondage and a little spanking.” She giggled. “It keeps a marriage spicy.”
The bell over the door rang and a pretty, petite woman with long, dark hair walked in with a big smile and a thick file folder. Becca waved at the newcomer.
“Hey, Ava. Come meet Samantha.” Becca gestured to Ava. “Ava’s marrying Josh, Falk, and Brayden very soon.”
“Congratulations. You must be very excited.” Sami held out her hand and the woman shook it with a welcoming smile before collapsing into a chair and groaning.
“Thank you. I am excited, but mostly exhausted. I’ve been running around on my one day off trying to get some of this last minute stuff done for the wedding. My feet are killing me.”
Ava was wearing a pair of obviously expensive killer heels. Sami would have loved to have a pair of shoes like that but they probably cost a month’s pay or more.
“That’s because you wear those super high heels,” Becca said cheerfully. “I know I say this all the time, but I’m going to say it again. I have no clue how you wear those shoes. I’d have broken my damn neck.”
Ava smiled and held out her foot. “Falk bought me these on our last trip to Chicago. Aren’t they awesome?”
Becca shook her head. “Falk, huh? He has expensive taste. I bet you could feed a small country for what those cost.”
Ava blushed. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He said if I loved him I would take the shoes.”
Sami laughed. “As long as he can afford them, I think there’s probably no harm. And since when, Becca, have you become so practical? I remember you had a wardrobe so large your Dad had to build you a second closet.”
“Those were the days,” Becca snorted. “Now I’m a mom and there’s no point in wearing anything expensive that’s going to get peed, pooped, or thrown up on. Just wait.” She pointed to Ava. “When you get pregnant, all those high heels will end up in storage. You’ll wear comfortable shoes like I do.” Becca pointed to her athletic shoes.
Ava made a face. “We’ll see. Whatever you do, don’t mention babies around the guys. We’re not even married yet and they’re bugging me to get pregnant. Brayden is already talking about designing a princess nursery.”
Sami rolled her eyes. “Becca would have loved a room like that when we were kids.”
“Heck, I still would.” Becca laughed. “So what wedding thing are you working on today?”
Ava pulled a couple of pieces of paper from the thick folder and handed them to Becca and Sami.
“These are the menu cards for the reception. What do you think?”
“They’re beautiful,” Sami breathed. The cards were a thick creamy heavyweight paper with gold and pink roses in the corner and gold lettering.
Ava smiled, obviously pleased with the compliment. “Thank you. I hope you can make it to the wedding, Samantha. The whole town is invited. My boys wanted a huge wedding, and they pretty much get everything they want.”
“The whole town?” Sami wondered what venue would be large enough to hold an entire town.
“I don’t think everyone’s going to come but we did invite them.”
Becca picked up a round brush and a blow dryer. “She’s going. She’s with Jason and Gabe.”
Ava’s eye lit up. “Lucky girl. We went to Original Sin about a month back for one of Gabe’s classes—Spanking for Fun was the title, I believe. Boy, did my guys love the practice lessons.” She glanced at her watch and frowned. “I must fly. We have one more tasting with the caterer from Orlando. But I wanted you to see the menu cards. I’ll see you on Monday night. Nice meeting you, Samantha!”
Ava was gone as quickly as she came in. Becca efficiently blow dried Sami’s hair, whirling her around in the chair.
“Ta-da! What do you think?”
Sami fingered her hair incredulously. It was soft and silky but with body and wave. It hung down her back in a curtain and Sami was almost speechless.
“I’ve taken your breath away.” Becca grinned. “My work here is done. Go dazzle your men with your beauty.”
“I feel bad, Becca. I’m heading to the B and B to paint the kitchen. I feel like I should be attending a ball or something.”
Becca removed the cape with a flourish. “You’ll be the best looking painter in Plenty.”
Sami pulled her wallet from her purse but Becca held her hand up. “Hell no. I’m not taking your money for something I was
itching to do anyway.”
“I’ve made plenty of money in tips at the club. Please let me pay you,” Sami protested.
“No way. I’m not taking it. Just promise me you’ll stay in Plenty.”
Sami gave up. She’d seen that look on Becca’s face before. “I promise. I don’t want to go anywhere ever again.”
Becca laughed. “Don’t say that. We have to go on our yearly Christmas shopping trip to Tampa now that you’re home.”
“It’s not even Halloween.”
“That’s right and I bet you don’t have a costume yet. You better get to it. They have the party at the new nightclub Party Like A Rock Star and it’s a big damn deal. You don’t want to miss it.”
Sami remembered past parties that had been pretty wild. “I’ll work on my costume. I don’t want to miss it. Thank you so much. I love my hair. You’re an artist. I need to meet Gabe at the house. Call me, okay?”
“I’ll call you tomorrow to see how the B and B is coming. Maybe I can stop by and help. I’m decent with a paint brush.”
“Be careful what you offer or we’ll put you to work.” Sami laughed as she headed down Main Street enjoying the sunshine. She had a great haircut and two hot men.
Things were looking up.
* * * *
“It stinks in here.” Sami wrinkled her nose. “On the bright side, the kitchen looks fantastic.”
They’d painted the kitchen walls a soft yellow and the cabinets, built to last in solid oak, a bright white. It gave the kitchen a clean and sunny feel it hadn’t had in many years. Paired with the refinished wood floors and the new appliances Gabe had delivered the day before, the room looked positively gourmet.
Gabe chuckled and started gathering up their supplies. They’d worked hard all afternoon and they had an evening at the club still ahead.
“Paint can be stinky. Luckily, this is a mild time of year. We can leave the windows open tonight and let the place air out a little. It’s not supposed to rain for a few days.”
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