Sidney’s Triple Shot [Apache Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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Xavier pondered her words for a brief second before she saw recognition in his icy-blue gaze. “You’re saying yes?”
She nodded, feeling her cheeks grow redder and her hands begin to tremble. There was still an element of fear involved in her decision, and she wasn’t one-hundred-percent sure she could actually handle it, but she was willing to try.
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Thank you, baby.” Her breath seeped from her lungs at the tenderness of his kiss and his touch, and then she felt him grip her wrists in both hands, bringing them to her waist. “We’re going to explore this right now, and if you feel like you need me to slow down or give you a break, you say, yellow. If you need to stop completely, you say, red. Red is your safe word, Sidney. I will stop whatever I’m doing no matter what if you say red.”
“Okay,” she said, realizing that she had just agreed to let him have control of her body for the time being, and that he wanted to have sex out here in the open, on his friend’s land.
“Sir,” he reprimanded softly. “When we’re playing you will call me, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked out nervously. She almost giggled at how strange it sounded but held her tongue as Xavier began to loop the bungee cord around her wrists in a figure-eight pattern.
When her hands were secured together, he led her a few feet over to the side of the motorcycle. He made quick work of bending her over the side so that her breasts rested on the seat of the bike and her denim-covered ass was high in the air. Her hands were now secured somehow to the footrest on the other side of the bike so that she was laid out like a virgin sacrifice.
His hand skimmed down her spine and over her backside until it reached the split of her ass cheeks. He increased the pressure of his fingers as he followed the seam of her jeans down her crack and up between her thighs, where he then danced them over the damp material there.
“You’re already wet for me. Being tied up turns you on,” he said.
“No, being tied up by you turns me on,” she whispered, and she shivered as he pushed her T-shirt up over her bent back so that he could unhook her bra.
His hands slipped between her and the leather bike seat to lift the soft satin cups away from her engorged nipples so that he could pinch them between his fingertips. A low moan slipped from her throat, and she arched her back, pushing her nipple deeper into his grasp. He cupped her breast and squeezed hard, making her whimper as pain shot through her. His soft hush quieted her, and she realized that the pain was swiftly turning into a warm heat that spread from her breast down to her moist pussy.
His hand smoothed down her ribs to her twitching abdomen where he ran his callused fingertip around the rim of her belly button. She had never felt anything so erotic, and she gasped, gripping the metal footrest tightly in her hands, letting the weight of her body settle more heavily on the bike. The butter-soft leather of the seat under her naked, swollen breasts sent tremors through her as his fingers released the button and zipper on her jeans.
He tugged the tight denim down over her hips, leaving her clad only in the tiny purple G-string that Tyce had picked out for her. It matched the luxurious, purple satin bra that was now bunched at her neckline.
“That’s fucking hot, baby. I almost wish I could strip you naked just to see those luscious, long legs of yours, but I’ll settle for your ass. You have got the hottest ass I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to turn it pink.”
With no warning the flat of his palm landed firmly on the curve of her ass cheek with a loud smacking sound.
“Ouch!” she yelped, and she jerked her body upward hard enough to hurt her still-bound wrists. “What the hell?”
“That’s not your safe word. Do you want to stop?” he asked from behind her. He was out of her line of sight, but his large hand still rubbed the tingling skin of her rear.
For just a moment she considered ending this whole thing, but the gruff tone of his voice was more of an aphrodisiac than anything she had ever experienced. He was finding pleasure in this, and if she admitted it to herself, she was, too. She was more startled by the spanking than actually hurt, and she wanted to see if she could handle more.
“No, Sir,” she said softly.
“Good girl. You can take this spanking, and I think you’ll find out how much you can enjoy it. I love seeing you bent over my bike with your ass exposed and your hands tied. You can’t stop me from doing whatever I want to you,” he said as he skimmed his hand down the insides of her thighs and back up the outside all the way to her tailbone.
His hand lifted away for a brief second and then landed with another loud crack on the opposite cheek. This time instead of crying out, she moaned, and she felt her own body curve up into his hand. It was freeing to know that in this position Xavier could do anything he wanted to her, but all he seemed to want to do was give her pleasure.
She was rewarded for her submission by a series of slaps to her ass in a varying pattern so that she never knew what to expect from him. He kept her off-kilter, and she could feel her own arousal creeping higher and higher until she was on the verge of a climax. He hadn’t even touched her dripping pussy, and she was close to falling over the edge.
“Xavier!” she whimpered, and his hand gripped her hair, tugging her head upward as he moved into her line of sight.
“What did you call me?” he asked, and she felt her cheeks grow pinker.
“Sir…I meant Sir!”
“Yes, baby?”
“Please? I–I need…” She swallowed hard as he stared into her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud, but she knew he would expect it.
“What do you need, baby?”
She hesitated, and he gently released her hair, letting her head drop again. His hand landed on her ass in the hardest smack he had given her, and she choked on her gasp.
“Don’t hide from me, Sidney. What do you need from me?” he said harshly, and she felt tears fill her eyes.
“I need you, Sir! I need you to touch me!”
“My pleasure, baby.” His hands snaked underneath the thin string of her panties, and she heard more than felt the snap as he yanked them free of her body. Once her pussy was bare, his fingers slid through her dripping folds straight to her swollen clit, and the first brush of skin against nerves had her shuddering. “Is this what you wanted, Sidney? My fingers in your cunt?”
“Yes, please!” she moaned as she rocked her hips backward, silently begging for more. She desperately wanted to feel his cock impaling her, but he continued to torment her with butterfly-soft strokes on her clit.
“You took your spanking well, and you loved it. I can’t even tell you how much that turns me on, baby. I want to fuck you while you’re tied down, and when I do I want to hear you scream my name.”
She was surprised to find that his dirty words were increasing her desire. Her only experience with dirty talking was when Robert had called her names as he forced her to take him. This situation felt nothing like that. She was submitting to Xavier of her own free will. He was only taking what she was willing to give, and it made her want to give it even more.
“Yes, I want that, too, Sir,” she begged as he finally sunk his thick fingers into her aching pussy. He didn’t waste any time in setting up a rhythm for her, and before she knew it, she was wailing out his name as she exploded on his thrusting fingers. His movements slowed, allowing her to come back down from the stratosphere slowly, and when he finally withdrew his hand, she was relaxed and pliant.
She didn’t even startle when he grazed his slick fingers over her anus, wetting it before he pressed inward. Her muscles tightened instinctively, and he stopped pushing forward. He just waited with one hand on her hip to hold her still and one hand resting in the crack of her ass, one finger halfway inside of her. As she adjusted to the feeling she began to crave more. She wanted the fullness of his prick in her pussy, and as much as she liked his finger in her ass, she found herself wanting something bigger there as well.
“Oh, you’re going to get it, but first I want to play with this pretty asshole. Open up to me, baby. Relax, and press back…That’s it…Good girl. Sidney, you are so sexy.” His voice tightened as his finger pressed all the way into her and then eased back out. His slow pressure began to quicken as once again her body led her and she began rocking back onto his finger.
She heard the zipper of his jeans and tipped her head a little. All she could see through the metal pieces of the bike in front of her eyes were his legs, and they were still encased in his jeans. It dawned on her though that he was pushing them down as they began to bunch around his calves, and her excitement jumped. If his pants were down, then his cock was out, and she wanted that rock-hard rod buried to the hilt in her body.
He seemed to read her mind as he rubbed the bulbous head of his cock between her pussy lips, coating it in her juices. She felt her own ass bobbing as she tried to coax him to thrust into her, but a sharp smack on her ass made her freeze.
“Hey!” she gasped.
“You won’t top from the bottom, baby. I’m not fucking you until I’m damn well ready. I love driving you crazy with desire and knowing that when I finally get inside of you, you’re going to fucking explode.”
She let her eyes drift closed as his sexy words sunk in. He was doing all of this for her pleasure as much as for his own. It took her only a moment to realize that she actually held the control. If she said her safe word, he would stop right now. No matter what, she knew he would respect that safe word.
“Xavier—Sir?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I love you,” she said softly, and he groaned loudly. She screamed as he thrust his cock so deep inside of her that she choked like he was touching her throat.
His thrusts were rough and passionate, and she could feel his thickness stretching her pussy muscles to the brink of their capacity. He had two fingers in her ass now, and he set a rhythm up between the two so that she was never empty. Over and over, he thrust in and out of her. She fell over the edge of one climax, just to find herself swirling through the vortex of another.
Her body shook violently, and her hands gripped the metal footrest so tightly she was sure she would have imprints on them for days. Her breasts chaffed roughly across the leather seat, and her head began to spin. Whether the dizziness was from being upside down for so long or from the constant state of orgasm she couldn’t be sure, but she refused to complain.
Instead she rode the wave as it crested again and again, reaching for the pleasure that only Xavier could give her right now. When she finally felt his cock swelling inside of her, she arched her back, giving him another inch of herself, and it was only another deep thrust before he shot his jizz deep inside of her, coating her womb.
His large body slumped over hers, but he braced his weight on his elbows on either side of her, only using the bike as a support ledge. She was no longer even standing on her feet. Instead all of her weight was lying precariously on the seat of the oversized motorcycle. She felt amazing. Her body was still rocking with the strongest orgasm of her life, and the skin of her ass was still tender, but she couldn’t wait to do it all over again. Perhaps Xavier was correct about her subconscious need to submit.
“I love you, too, Sidney.” Xavier’s voice came out in a harsh whisper, and her only response was a wide grin covering her face.
He was absolutely right. There was no way she could leave Apache Crossing. Not when her future husbands lived here.
Chapter 14
Several days later Sidney watched Tyce setting the stage for the evening show and couldn’t help the wave of pride that washed over her as she watched his gorgeous frame move so gracefully. The muscles in his biceps and shoulders rippled as he moved equipment around, and she had to bite the inside of her lip to restrain a moan. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her reaction to him or that she thought he wouldn’t appreciate it, but she still hadn’t quite gotten used to the idea of openly demonstrating her desires.
She continued drying glasses and stacking them under the bar in preparation for opening in a couple of hours, and she enjoyed the haunting sounds of Alison Krauss singing “When You Say Nothing At All” over the sound system. The words brought tears to her eyes. Tyce, Xavier, and Noah had apologized profusely for leaving her out of the meeting and for obtaining the pictures from the hospital without her permission. She understood why they did it, but it still nagged at her that they asked for trust all the time, and yet they broke it at the first opportunity.
She had made her choice now though, and they had all promised her that there would be no more secrets. They would discuss things as a unit from here on out. No matter what, she was in it for the long haul. She wanted nothing more than to put down roots in this quirky little town and raise a family with her three devastatingly handsome husbands. They were still adamant that they wanted to surprise her with an engagement ring when the moment was right, so for now she was trying to restrain the urge to hum the tune to “Chapel of Love” as she puttered around the bar that had quickly become her second home.
The entire community had embraced her relationship with the three men, and she now knew names of most of the people who walked in the door of the bar. It was almost too good to be true, and she was afraid at some point she would pinch herself and wake up in Greenville with Robert again.
The PI had lost his trail at a motel down the highway, but he had left some of his stuff behind in the room, so they thought that he had taken off in a hurry. Every now and then she still felt the hair on the back of her neck rise and had the distinct impression that someone was watching her. She honestly believed that it was just a matter of time before Robert showed his face again, and she just prayed that when he did none of her new family got hurt.
“Sidney!” Tyce’s voice drew her out of her wandering thoughts, and she jumped slightly, letting out a startled squeak.
“Yeah?” she called out, cringing at the breathlessly high-pitched sound.
“Can you come here for a minute?” he said as he set a wooden stool at the front edge of the stage in front of the microphone.
She put the glass she had been working with on the shelf and laid her bar towel down before she made her way across the empty dining room. The bar was empty outside of her and Tyce, and Noah, who was in the stockroom as usual.
Reaching the edge of the stage, she looked up at him, and her breath caught. The stage lights flashed through his shaggy brown hair, and his smile sent wicked shivers of lust through her body.
He noticed the pause in her forward movement, and one strong eyebrow arched at her. “Come on up, I won’t bite. Unless you ask me nicely, and then I’m more likely to nibble at that fine ass of yours then to hurt you.”
She laughed with him as she climbed the stage steps and moved to his side. Both of his hands went to her shoulders, and he directed her to sit on the barstool next to her hip. Once she was settled, he pulled another over next to her and then picked up his guitar.
“I know we haven’t talked about this much, but I really think you have an amazing singing voice. I would like to have you come on stage during some of my shows and sing with me,” he said, watching her carefully.
Sidney felt a flush creep up her cheeks. “I don’t know what to say. I haven’t been singing regularly for more than a year, so I’m really rusty, and you guys are already so good as a group—”
“Do you enjoy singing, love?” He cocked his head at her curiously and avoided responding to her comment.
“I love to sing. It’s a part of who I am, but that doesn’t mean I should be on stage. Plenty of people are great shower singers, but not so great in public,” she said with a wry grin.
“You’ve already been on the Triple Shot stage, and you blew them away. Can you at least sing a song with me and see how it fee
ls?” He was pushing her, and she understood that he wasn’t doing it out of a need to control her like Xavier might. He was actually just trying to give her her wings back. Respect and love for him surged through her, and before she knew it, she was nodding yes to him, and he was lifting a guitar into his arms. “Fantastic, what should we sing?”
“Umm…oh, I don’t know,” she said with a small frown as her brain completely blanked at his question.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Why don’t you pick a song you love, and I’ll kick in where I can. Once we see how we sound together, we’ll pick something to sing as a duet.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
After another moment, she let her eyes drift shut and let the song in her mind swamp her mind and soul. As it filled her with longing and joy, she began to sing one of her favorites, “Breakaway” by Kelly Clarkson. She sang the first stanza, and the only sound in the room was the echo of her own voice, pure and growing stronger with each word. As she reached the chorus, Tyce seemed to find his own voice again, and her eyes came open to meet his gaze as his rich baritone rumbled in perfect harmony with her voice.
Tyce hadn’t touched his guitar to play, instead the two of them belted the chorus together via voice only, and Sidney could feel something inside of her cracking and shattering at the intensity in his gaze.
The sound of her voice reverberated through the large, empty room as the notes drifted away, and Tyce just continued to stare at her. It only took a moment for her self-conscious nature to jump to the wrong impression, and she dropped her eyes to her lap, feeling tears stinging her eyelids.
“That was amazing,” he said softly, and she sucked air through her teeth sharply as she jerked her eyes back up to his.
“Really?”
“You’re going to argue with him, honey? Well then, let me reiterate his words. That was fucking amazing!” Noah said from the back of the room, and Sidney couldn’t stop an ear-to-ear grin from stretching across her face.