Sanctuary in Submission [Sanctuary, Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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by Lara Valentine


  He finally stood behind her, out of her line of sight, and she waited for what seemed like forever, but it was probably only moments. He brought the crop down high on her bottom, painting a line of fire that made her hiss in response. He’d made her wait for the first one, but he didn’t make her wait for the rest. With each stroke, he lay down four more lines parallel to the first, each lower than the last. Her bottom was on fire by the time he was finished, and her pussy was begging to be filled.

  She heard Riley drop the crop on the floor then the rasp of a zipper and the crinkle of a condom. His hands gripped her hips, and he thrust deep inside her. He didn’t bother starting out slowly, but pounded her from behind, his cock running over her sweet spot with every stroke.

  She felt Noah’s callused hands caress her cheeks, pressing his dick against her lips. She opened wide to welcome him, running her tongue under the head of his cock and tracing the veins on the shaft. A drop of his pre-cum landed on her tongue, and his salty flavor excited her, compelling her to take him deeper into her mouth.

  She sucked and licked at Noah’s cock while Riley was like a pile driver in her pussy, riding her fast and hard. She was ever so close to release. One touch on her clit would send her over. She loved the feeling of having a cock in her mouth and pussy. She loved the feeling of being taken over by her men, letting them take her to places more pleasurable than she could ever imagine.

  Riley thrust hard into her cunt and stayed there, muttering an oath under his breath. He was embedded so deeply inside her she could feel his cock spasm as he filled the condom, sending ripples through her pussy. He reached under her and ran circles around her clit, sending her over as well.

  She cried out around Noah’s cock as the waves hit her, shaking her to her very core. She doubled her efforts, sucking even harder on his cock, wanting him to come in her mouth. His fingers tangled in her long hair, and he froze, his cock jerking in her mouth, filling it with his hot, musky seed. She swallowed frantically, not wanting to miss a drop. He pulled away and sagged against the bench, running his fingers through her hair and whispering endearments.

  Noah reached over and unconnected her wrists while Riley did her ankles, lifting her up into his arms and wrapping a blanket around her. He and Noah were already debating whether to feed her again. This was why she was on the generous side of curvy. Her men were constantly feeding her up. Luckily, they liked her with some meat on her bones.

  She held up her hand as they set her on the couch. “I’m hungry. I’ll eat.”

  “Good.” Noah helped her on with her short leather skirt and tight corset. “I don’t want you fainting on us. We’ll get you a plate from the buffet.”

  “Nope.” She shook her head. “I want pizza.”

  Riley zipped his toy bag closed and grinned. “And what Aubrey wants after a play session, Aubrey gets. Let’s take you home and grab a pizza on the way.”

  Aubrey slipped into her high heels. “I’m glad you’re so amenable. I meant what I said earlier. This is your last chance, guys. I love you, but I won’t keep doing this.”

  Both men nodded, and Riley pulled her close. “We understand, honey. Everything is going to be different starting tonight. We promise.”

  Aubrey hoped it would be with all her heart. She wasn’t sure she could ever be happy without these men in her life.

  Chapter Three

  “And tell your father I want you to spend Easter with me, especially since you spent New Year’s Day with him.”

  Aubrey barely controlled her eye roll at her mother’s petulant tone. She’d been the intermediary for her parents since she was a teenager. Their divorce had been acrimonious, and they hadn’t been able to set aside the resentment they harbored to parent their only daughter.

  “I’m sure Dad expects me to spend Easter and Mother’s Day with you, and I’ll spend Father’s Day with him. I think that’s fair.”

  A white line rimmed her mother’s lips. “Since when has anything with your father been fair? He’s completely unreasonable. I know he’ll want you to spend Easter with him and his new family.”

  Aubrey pressed her fingers to her temples. Visiting either of her parents wore on her nerves. Despite her father’s new wife and their three children, he still managed to lower himself to her mother’s level on a regular basis and sling some mud.

  “I’ll tell him I’m spending the day with you. You’re my mother, where else would I be?”

  She shouldn’t have asked.

  Her mother snorted and stood up to refill her coffee cup. They were having Sunday coffee and cinnamon rolls in her mother’s kitchen. “With those rich McLeans, of course. You spend more time with them than you do with me. I guess a regular home isn’t good enough anymore.”

  Aubrey struggled to hold on to her temper. Her mother was deeply bitter about what she considered to be her husband’s defection and therefore her chance to be comfortable, if not wealthy. Doris Maxwell lived on a nurse’s salary while Aubrey’s father was referred to as Dr. Maxwell. Her father wasn’t wealthy but lived a nice, middle-class existence. Her mother had to watch every penny.

  “Riley and Noah have their own house on the ranch, and it could only be called regular. They also work hard ten to twelve hours a day in all weather, rarely taking a day off.”

  “They act rich.” Her mother sniffed.

  Aubrey sighed. Her mother had never liked the McLeans or the Baldwins. In fact, she had very few friends to speak of. The few she did have were other bitter divorcees.

  “Their family has money. The Baldwins have money, too. Yeah, they have a lot of stuff, but they do things for the community, too.”

  “Like what? They can barely be in the same room at the same time. I hope you’re not thinking of marrying into that family.”

  That’s exactly what she’d been thinking about lately.

  “I know you don’t like Riley and Noah, but they’re good men, Mom.”

  “They’re a couple of pampered playboys with more money than sense. Margaret saw them playing poker the other night with their friends until the wee hours of the morning. That’s not what a good husband or father would do.”

  “Riley and Noah would be great dads. Kids love them. And they’ve promised me they’re not going to do that all the time. They’ve promised they’re going to put me first.”

  Wow, it sounded pathetic when she said it out loud. She realized it hadn’t been their words that had convinced her last night. It was their sincere expression of regret about their behavior. She might doubt their maturity, but she didn’t doubt their love.

  “For your sake, Aubrey, I hope they keep their word. The fact is you’ve been dating them for years and you are no closer to a wedding ring than you were in the beginning. How much longer are you going to wait? Your biological clock is ticking away. You know what they say about the cow and the milk.”

  Aubrey pushed her cinnamon roll away. “I hate that saying, by the way. Geez, Mom, I’m not even thirty. I won’t wait much longer. I’m giving them one last chance.”

  “Famous last words. I hope you really mean it.”

  “I mean it. One screwup and I’m done.”

  It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  * * * *

  “The pot roast smells delicious.” Aubrey set the cupcakes she’d made on Aaron’s kitchen counter and sniffed the air appreciatively. It looked like they wouldn’t be having cupcakes for dinner after all.

  Aaron laughed. “I took the safe route. Pot roast in the slow cooker with a spice package. Easy. I was thinking about trying something more challenging but didn’t want to starve you today.”

  “Your cooking is really improving. I shoved a granola bar in my purse just in case.”

  Aaron handed her a glass of wine. “You should have brought enough for all of us. Haven’t you learned anything by now?”

  “Are you referring to the Great Paella Incident of 2012?” Aubrey teased.

  “At least the fire department didn’
t have to be called.”

  “Only the EPA. Didn’t we dispose of it with a hazmat suit?”

  She heard a flurry of footsteps and then a small but sturdy body being flung toward hers. She hugged Tyler close to her, smelling his little boy scent of crayons and baby shampoo. Her heart ached for a minute as she imagined a child of her own and Riley and Noah as fathers.

  Aaron lifted him from her arms and set him in a booster seat at the kitchen table. “How about some milk, sport?” He ruffled Tyler’s dark hair and headed for the fridge.

  Tyler smiled at her, showing off his pearly white teeth and dimples. He was as handsome as his father, and he’d stolen her heart the minute he was born. Aaron’s wife, Kelly, had been one of Aubrey’s best friends, and she had sworn when Kelly died she would always look after Tyler. It hadn’t been difficult. Tyler was a charming and intelligent child who enjoyed attention.

  “He looks just like you.” Both father and son were dark-haired with stubborn chins.

  A flash of pain crossed Aaron’s face. “He has Kelly’s eyes.”

  Tyler slapped the table with his sippy cup, not aware of the tension. “Can I have a cookie, Daddy? Please?”

  He was a demanding three, almost four, year old, but he knew when to turn on the charm. He grinned broadly and kicked his feet, looking completely delighted with life.

  Aaron shook his head. “No, sport. It’s almost dinnertime.”

  Tyler’s lower lip immediately puffed out and Aubrey had to stifle her laughter. Aaron was trying to be a good dad and didn’t need her egging on his son.

  “Instead of a cookie, let’s get your plate filled for dinner. You must be hungry after watching all those cartoons. If you eat a good dinner, you can have dessert. I think Aubrey brought cupcakes.”

  Tyler’s eyes lit up. “Chocolate?”

  “You betcha. Chocolate, just for you. With triple fudge icing.”

  Aaron rolled his eyes as he placed small portions of roast, potatoes, and carrots on the plate along with a corn muffin.

  “He’ll be on a sugar high until bedtime. I think Auntie Aubrey can give you your bath tonight.”

  “I’m a big boy. I don’t need help.” Tyler wrinkled his nose. “Carrots. I don’t like carrots.”

  “Eat your carrots.” Aaron used his Dom voice. It made subs melt but had little effect on his son. He continued to push the offending vegetables to the far side of his plate with his fork. That stubborn chin stuck out and mirrored his father’s.

  “No. Don’t like carrots.”

  The instinct to keep the peace and mediate disputes was strong inside of Aubrey. She’d grown up doing it.

  “I have an idea. If you eat your carrots, you can have this.” Aubrey reached into her purse and pulled out a small notebook. It was fancy, with metal filigree on the outside and colored pages on the inside. A dark blue pen with gold trim hung from a chain.

  Aaron’s eyes narrowed and he intercepted her hand, pulling the notebook closer for inspection. “This looks like some kind of old-fashioned diary. It also looks expensive.”

  She avoided his gaze and shrugged. “It was a gift. I don’t want it. I know Tyler likes to practice his letters and draw.”

  Aaron let go of her wrist. “He needs to eat his carrots because they’re good for him, not because we bribe him.” He gave her a kind look. “Stop trying to make everyone happy, Aubrey. You’re not responsible for everyone’s happiness.”

  She felt her face get warm. “I know that.”

  “Do you? I wonder about that. Is that a gift from Riley and Noah? I noticed you made up last night. To say Tom was upset that they switched out the blankets is an understatement. Those boys were determined you were going to be with them.”

  Her hesitation to answer gave her away. Aaron scowled. “It’s from that secret admirer guy again, isn’t it? Did you report it to the principal like I told you to?”

  She tried to wave it away. “I told you it’s not a big deal. It’s probably just one of my students with a little crush. Didn’t you ever have a crush on a teacher in junior high? That age is so painful.”

  Aaron set two full plates down on the table and motioned for her to eat.

  “In other words, no, you didn’t report it. Dammit, Aubrey, what if this guy is some kind of crazy?”

  “Dammit,” Tyler echoed, a big grin on his face.

  Aaron sighed. “Daddy said a bad word. Don’t repeat it. Now eat your carrots. I mean it.”

  “What if he’s just an innocent kid? I don’t want to get him in trouble. It’s just a few flowers and gifts. He hasn’t set up a Facebook page in my honor or anything.”

  “What do Riley and Noah say about this?”

  Aubrey swallowed a mouthful of potato to give herself some time to answer. “I’m a grown woman, Aaron. Riley and Noah don’t get to run my life, Doms or not.”

  “You haven’t told them.” It wasn’t a question. “They don’t know. When they find out they’re going to sh—I mean, have a cow. Those men are protective of you.”

  Tyler picked up a carrot and shoved it in his mouth, not letting it get in the way of his talking. “Daddy, Riley and Noah have lots of cows.”

  Aubrey snatched at the opportunity to change the subject. “They do, don’t they? We’ll have to go see the cows again soon. It’s been awhile.”

  Aaron wouldn’t be deterred. “Promise me you’ll tell the principal. Just make him aware of it.”

  She opened her mouth to protest, but Aaron held up his hand. “Promise me.”

  Aaron was using his Dom voice again, and although she was only submissive to Riley and Noah she couldn’t help but feel compelled to obey. She finally nodded.

  “Okay, I’ll tell the principal. But, I still don’t think it’s a big deal.” She pushed the notebook toward Tyler. “And I do want him to have it. I don’t want it.”

  Aaron nodded. “Okay, but the reason you don’t want it is because it freaks you out.” He helped himself to a second helping of pot roast after offering her more. She shook her head, already feeling full.

  “Why don’t you tell me what Riley and Noah said to get you to forgive them. You were pretty mad when I talked to you.”

  “It wasn’t what they said, specifically.” Aubrey played with her fork as she searched for the right words. “It was how they said it. I could see they were truly sorry. They looked beaten, defeated. They looked sincere.”

  Aaron nodded. “They do love you.”

  “Love isn’t always enough. I’m old enough to know that. I’m giving them one more chance. They promised to respect me. You know, show up on time, not cancel at the last minute, and for the love of God, stop fighting with the Baldwins.”

  Aaron chuckled and cleared away their plates while Aubrey opened the cupcakes and handed one to Tyler who was practically bouncing in his chair he was so excited.

  “What do you say?” Aaron wiped off Tyler’s hands.

  Tyler bit into the cupcake, and a ring of chocolate immediately appeared around his mouth. He grinned in delight. “Thank you!”

  “You’re welcome, sweetie.”

  She sipped her wine and nibbled at her cupcake. Aaron had no inhibitions, biting into it with relish just like his young son.

  “This is good. Really good.” Now they both had chocolate on their faces. “Do you really think you can get Riley and Noah to stop feuding with the Baldwins? That’s been going on longer than you or I have been alive. Didn’t it start with the Civil War?”

  “That’s what I’ve heard, although there are conflicting stories. The McLeans and Baldwins had always been close friends and allies up to that time. But, as you know from your history, the Civil War pitted brother against brother, and in their case, friend against friend. They’ve never been the same. They’ve been blaming each other for weather, acts of God, and bad luck ever since. I wish they could put it behind them. They’re all good people.”

  Aaron licked his fingers. “There you go, trying to save the world and make everyon
e happy. I know your crazy parents did a number on you, but it is not your responsibility to solve the McLean-Baldwin feud. You’re good, but no one is that good. I don’t see any end to that feud in my lifetime.”

  Aubrey slumped in her chair. “It’s just such a waste of time and energy. Riley and Noah get all upset when we even see a Baldwin around town. They try and win all their money in backroom poker games. It’s just stupid. And look at my mom and dad. They spend way too much time trying to find ways to torture one another and haven’t been together in over a decade. My students have more sense.”

  “Don’t enable them.” Aaron handed her a paper napkin. “Don’t be the go-between any longer. Make them face up to one another.”

  Aubrey groaned. “That makes life more difficult.”

  “In the short-term.” Aaron wiped off his smiling son’s hands and face and sent him into the living room to play with his toys. “Eventually, they’ll see you’re serious and stop using you this way. It’s not right.”

  She reached up and hugged Aaron. “Whoever gets you is going to be a lucky woman.”

  He hugged her back tightly. “Kelly was it for me. I’ll never love anyone the way I loved her.”

  “You could love someone else. You’d love them differently.”

  He pulled back, his gaze appraising. “You could love someone other than Riley and Noah?”

  She took a deep breath. “Yes. Yes, I could. I won’t be a hostage to my feelings for them.” She poked him in his broad chest. “You shouldn’t be a hostage to the past. You’re too good a man to be alone.”

  “I’ve got my hands full raising Tyler and running my club. I don’t have time for a woman. And don’t tell me Tyler needs a mother. He has my mother, he has you.”

  “He’ll always have me. I love him.”

  Aaron gripped her hands. “And Kelly loved Riley and Noah like her own brothers. She always said they were good men and they loved you to the moon and back. She was always right, Aubrey. I’m glad you gave them another chance.”

 

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