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

by Lara Valentine

  “I think this will take care of any complaints our sub might want to file.”

  Aubrey pressed her lips together, her eyes dancing with playful defiance, making Noah laugh. “Uh-uh, open wide for the ball gag, pretty sub. You know you love it. You’re not fooling anyone.”

  Her mouth opened and he slipped the gag into her mouth, buckling it behind her head.

  “Good girl.” He pressed on her upper back. “Relax on top of Riley for me, sweetheart.”

  Once she was lying on top of Riley, Noah drizzled the lube into her crack. She jumped as the cold liquid touched her warm flesh. He donned a condom from the nightstand and tossed one to Riley then poured more lube on the condom. They’d done this a couple hundred times, but he always wanted to make sure there was no discomfort, only pleasure. He lined up his cock with her backhole and pressed forward gently but insistently. Aubrey knew to push out, and the tight ring of muscles gave way, holding the head of his cock like a vise. He caught his breath, trying to keep his body under control and block out the building pressure in his lower back. He never lasted long when he fucked her back here.

  He paused, letting her get used to him before pulling out a little then pushing forward. With each thrust he entered her a little farther until he was finally in balls deep. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her up so her back was cuddled against his front.

  “Easy, babe. I’m going to stay real still while Riley gets mounted up. Take a deep breath.”

  He felt her inhale and exhale slowly as Riley pushed inside her. Her head fell back on his shoulder, and she moaned around the gag as Riley seated himself all the way. Once look at his brother’s tortured expression and he knew Riley wouldn’t last much longer than Noah, despite having come once tonight already.

  Noah kissed her neck. “This is how you like it isn’t it, sub? Packed full of your Masters’ cocks.”

  Aubrey nodded, her body starting to gently rock. Noah gripped her hips but not enough to stop her. “That’s it, babe. Show us how you want us to fuck you. Will it be soft and easy or hard and tough? Sub’s choice tonight.”

  She couldn’t get much traction with her hands bound at her back so Noah and Riley helped her move up and down. She pressed back on Noah’s cock hard, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming like a teenager. She’d made it clear she wanted to be ridden hard, and he was happy to oblige. He nodded to Riley and Riley grinned, immediately gripping her thighs and spreading them further apart so she was helpless, unable to move up and down. Noah had her hips, which prevented her from moving forward and back. In her position, all she could do is take what they gave her, at their pace, in their own time.

  Aubrey groaned through the gag in frustration, her brown eyes flashing with anger. Their little sub had a temper, and there were only two ways to deal with it. One was to get the hell out of the blast zone, and the second was to fuck it right out of her. While Noah was a firm proponent of method number one, clearly, the second was the plan at the moment.

  Noah chuckled. “I said it was sub’s choice, not sub’s control. You’ll get what we decide to give you.”

  With her held between them, they started a punishing rhythm, both of them thrusting hard and fast, grunting with every stroke. The only noise in the room was the sounds of their ragged breaths and skin on skin. Noah reached up and fumbled with the buckle of the ball gag. It wasn’t safe to leave it in for too long. Besides, he liked hearing his woman scream when she came. He pulled it from her mouth and tossed it on the bed, never breaking rhythm.

  The pressure in his balls was unbearable. He reached around and rubbed Aubrey’s swollen clit. Riley reached up and pinched her nipples to give her a bite of pain. He felt the air rush out of him when she screamed their names, her body tensing, her toes curled. Her ass clamped down on his cock until it bordered on pain. He let go with a curse, his orgasm shooting from his balls and out of his cock. It felt like liquid heat and he had to hold on to Aubrey to keep his head from spinning with its intensity.

  His brother wasn’t in any better shape, his face contorted in some pleasure-pain expression that probably mirrored his own. When Noah’s orgasm finally let him breathe normally, he carefully pulled from Aubrey’s body, letting her rest on Riley while he took care of the condom. When he was done, Riley had removed Aubrey’s cuffs and she was lying in the crook of his brother’s arm. Noah pulled Aubrey into his arms, so Riley could take care of his condom. When Riley returned, he cleaned Aubrey up before cuddling her back while Noah snuggled her front.

  Riley played with her long, fiery hair. “Can’t think of one reason I’d rather be hanging out with a bunch of smelly guys than here with you, babe. I love you, you know.”

  Aubrey yawned, her eyelids starting to droop. “I love you, too, you big dumb Dom.”

  “Hey, what about me?” Noah teased, knowing she was almost dead asleep.

  Another huge yawn. “I love you, too.” She snuggled deeper into the covers. “And you’re a big dumb Dom, as well.”

  “I’m not as dumb as Riley.”

  “True.” With another yawn, her eyelids closed. Riley sat up in the bed with an expression of righteous indignation.

  “I am not the dumbest here.”

  One eye cracked open. “It’s not a contest. Okay, you’re both equally dumb. Happy now?”

  Riley nodded. “That’s better. If I’m going to be stupid, I want company.”

  Noah laughed and shook his head. “We’ve both been dumb, but we’re getting smarter. Sleep, babe. We’ll wake you up later for round three.”

  Aubrey was asleep before he finished his sentence. They’d completely tuckered her out. He reached over her and nudged Riley.

  “We need to talk,” he whispered.

  “About what?” Riley kept his voice low.

  “Proposing to Aubrey. It’s time, big brother.”

  The look on Riley’s face told him it was going to be a long discussion.

  Chapter Five

  “Late, late, late,” Aubrey chanted as she locked the door to her home and headed for her car. She was supposed to be at her dad’s house for dinner in less than fifteen minutes. It looked like she wouldn’t have time to stop at the store and pick up a loaf of bread for her toast in the morning. She’d be munching on a granola bar instead on her way to work.

  She stopped abruptly, her lips tightening, when she spied the envelope tucked under her windshield wiper. Another gift from her creepy admirer, or maybe an innocent note from Riley and Noah. She prayed it was the latter but was distinctly disappointed when she ripped it open and studied the contents. The envelope was filled with poems. Her admirer had written several love poems to her. As an English teacher she couldn’t help but notice they weren’t very good, but then teenage boys were not generally known for being the next Robert Frost.

  She needed to talk to Martin again and see if the security tapes had shown which student it was. It was probably time to have a talk with the young man. The growl of an engine caught her attention, and she looked up to see Aaron’s big-ass truck pulling into the driveway behind her. He pushed open the truck door and sidled up to her with a smile. She waggled her finger at him.

  “You’re making me late. I’m supposed to be at my dad’s house in ten minutes.”

  “Correction, we’re supposed to be at your dad’s house for dinner in ten minutes. Tyler and I are picking you up.”

  She craned her neck to look around his large frame, and Tyler was waving happily from his car seat.

  “You talked to Dad?”

  “Saw him in the hardware store. He said you were coming for dinner and invited Tyler and me since your stepbrothers and stepsister are away at college. He said they get lonely.”

  Aaron was inadvertently responsible for Aubrey’s father meeting his new wife, Kate. Kate was Aaron’s aunt by marriage. Aubrey liked to tease him he was the brother she’d never had.

  “Sounds like a plan.” She started to shove the envelope into her purse but Aaron
caught her wrist.

  “What’s this? Another offering from your creepy stalker?”

  Aaron extricated the envelope from her fingers before she could object. Aaron was over-the-top protective, and she would never change that about him. It didn’t mean she had to like it all the time, though. He quickly scanned the contents, his lips tight, making a white ring around them. He glanced back to see Tyler was happily playing with his action figure.

  “Please tell me you talked to the principal of your school.”

  “I did.” She was glad to be able to say yes based on his pissed-off expression. “He’s going to check the video from the security cameras.” She plucked the envelope from his hands and crammed it in her purse. “It’s no big deal. Let’s go to dinner.”

  Aaron nodded, seeming relieved. “I’m glad you said something. I know I’m protective but not near as protective as Riley and Noah must be feeling. Riley, especially, can go into overdrive.”

  She avoided his eyes as she ducked under his arm and headed for the passenger side of his truck, settling into the warmth of the cab and leaning over the seat to give Tyler a kiss on the cheek. Aaron pulled on his seat belt and backed out of the driveway.

  “You’re not fooling me. You haven’t said anything to them have you? Dammit, Aubrey, you are really pissing me off here.”

  “Dammit. Daddy said a bad word.” Tyler giggled as he made the action figure fly through the air.

  She loved Aaron, but she wouldn’t let him bully her. “It’s my decision, Aaron. Mine to tell. Why mention a teenage crush to my boyfriends? Do you think they might be jealous? Riley and Noah have other things to worry about than some secret admirer that probably won’t be secret for much longer.”

  Aaron shook his head. “Always trying to keep the peace. Make everyone happy. No waves. It’s a losing game you’re playing, Aubrey.” His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, the knuckles turning white. “If they worry about all these other things and not you, whose fault is that?” He didn’t let her answer. “Yours. You’ve allowed them to make everything in the world more important than you. Stand up and demand to be first. If you don’t, you can’t put all the blame on them. You have to take some ownership here, as well. Let them in to your life. All of it, not just the fun parts.”

  There was some truth in his words. “I’ll think about telling them.”

  “You do that. While you’re at it, stand up to your parents. Don’t let them push you around either.”

  That was a completely different issue. “My issues with my parents are well-known, and I am dealing with them in my own way.”

  Aaron pulled the truck into her father’s wide driveway and killed the engine.

  “Then you’re ignoring it? I wish you could, Aubrey. Life doesn’t work that way, but we’re here and I’m done lecturing you.”

  She reached for the door handle. “Thank goodness my father doesn’t live far from me. You could go on all night about how I need to fix my life.”

  He unbuckled Tyler from his car seat. “You’re wonderful. You just need to get tough with the people you love.”

  She took one of Tyler’s hands while Aaron took the other one, walking up the steps to the front door. “Does that include you?”

  Aaron laughed. “It does. Give me he—um, heck. Lord knows you have the temper for it.”

  Each of them lifted Tyler’s hand and swung him up each step until he was giggling with delight.

  “I was brought up to try and control my temper, but you make losing it sound fun. I’ll give it some thought.”

  * * * *

  “This pie is wonderful, Kate.” Aubrey relished the bite of tart apples and the sweetness of cinnamon and sugar.

  Kate smiled. “Thank you. The store had a special on apples, and I’d promised your father an apple pie quite awhile ago.”

  Aaron grinned as he swallowed a huge bite. “This is wonderful. I wish my cooking was this good.”

  Kate put another slice of pie on Aaron’s plate. He was a large man and seemed to burn off every calorie he inhaled. “You know, Aubrey is an excellent cook, and Tyler just adores her.”

  Aubrey felt her cheeks get warm. Kate and her dad were always trying to fix them up. Riley and Noah were not their favorite people, and she’d lost count of the number of times they’d said she could do better than “those spoiled McLean boys.”

  Aaron cut off another large bite and gave Aubrey a wink. “She is an excellent cook. She made me tiramisu not long ago. But, I don’t think I’m her type, and Riley and Noah might hurt my pretty face.”

  Her father snorted. “Those boys would have to stop playing poker and drinking with their buddies to do that, so I think you’re safe.”

  “Dad!” Aubrey shook her head. “Riley and Noah have straightened up their act. They’ve grown up.”

  Kate patted her hand. “I’m sure they have, dear. It’s just they have such a wild reputation in town, that’s all. We want you to be happy.”

  She was sick and tired of defending her men, and she was going to let them know that next time she saw them. “I am happy. They’ve been working very hard to put me first. I think we’re on the right track.”

  Her father’s expression wasn’t a pleasant one. “Why put up with their antics when you have a fine man like Aaron here—”

  “Stop.” Aubrey raised her hand. “My life, my decision. Can we please change the subject?”

  Her father waved his fork. “Fine. Can you please tell your mother I need to use the cabin the weekend of the tenth in May?”

  Her father and mother still shared a small cabin in the mountains as neither one of them was willing to part with it in the divorce. In exasperation, the judge said they would each share it and they could work out the schedule with each other, never believing they could do it. More than a decade later they were still sharing the cabin, begrudgingly, as long as they had her to pass messages to one another.

  Aaron caught her eye, and she straightened in her chair. “No, I can’t. You need to call Mom yourself and discuss this. I’m out of the carrier pigeon business.”

  Her father’s jaw went slack with shock, but Kate, bless her, nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Milt shouldn’t use you as the middle person. Milt, you can call her yourself.”

  Her father’s face was a lovely shade of reddish-purple. “I haven’t talked to that woman since the day our divorce was final!” He exploded. “I’m not going to start now!” He shook his fork at Aubrey. “You need to be a good girl and talk to your mother.”

  Every cell in her body wanted to give in. Aaron was completely on the money when he said she wanted to make everyone happy and not make waves. It came from being the only child in her parents’ noxious marriage, always trying to smooth things over. Fat lot of good it had done. They’d been miserable anyway. She squared her shoulders.

  “No.”

  Her father’s mouth fell open. “No? Just no? That’s all you have to say?”

  She pressed her lips together. “I don’t think you want to hear me say much more. I’d tell you that you and Mom have been putting me in the middle of your crappy marriage and then divorce for too damn long. I’m done, Dad. Done. You want to snipe at Mom, well, call her yourself and do it.”

  Kate poured more water into her father’s glass. “Aubrey’s right, Milt. It was a rotten thing to do to your daughter.” Kate squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak up, dear. You know how your father is, a veritable steamroller when he wants something.”

  Aubrey’s mother was exactly the same, which was why their marriage had been doomed from day one.

  “We were trying to save her from our arguing!” Her father took a gulp of water from his glass.

  Aubrey felt the sting of tears. “What you actually did was wedge me into the center of every single disagreement you two have had since the day you left. Pitting me against both of you. You should have been the parents and dealt with this yourself. You will now because I can’t take this any longe
r.”

  Aaron had picked up Tyler from his booster seat, cuddling him close. Tyler’s bottom lip was wobbling, and his eyes were bright with tears. She stroked his hair, hoping to keep him from crying. “It’s okay, little man. It’s okay.”

  She gave her father a nasty look and he had the grace to look ashamed. Tyler held out his arms for Aubrey and she easily took him, enfolding him into her embrace. He looked up at her, so like Aaron. “I’ll protect you, Auntie Aubrey. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

  She hugged him fiercely, dropping a kiss on his shiny hair. “I know you will, Ty. I’m not afraid of anything with you around. Everything is fine, okay, buddy? How about some more pie?”

  To her relief, the bribe worked, and soon Tyler was chattering about Superman, Batman, and Flash. She could barely look at her father, but he finally spoke, his eyes on his empty plate. “I’ll call your mother in the morning. Is the number the same?”

  She nodded, a little numb with surprise he’d given in. “It is. I’m going to take Tyler into the living room so he can watch cartoons. Call me when it’s time to do the dishes.”

  She and Tyler sat in front of the television watching Scooby-Doo when Aaron came in to join them.

  “I’m proud of you. I know that wasn’t easy.”

  She blew out a breath. “It wasn’t. I can’t believe he’s going to do it.”

  “He’s doesn’t have much choice, if you won’t.”

  She finally smiled as she looked at Tyler, intently watching cartoons. “Your little man has a protective streak a mile wide. He gets it from you. I think you’re raising a little Dom.”

  Aaron groaned and fell back against the sofa cushions. “Shit. That’s just what I need. A tiny person bossing me around.”

  Aubrey laughed. “The battle of the Doms begins. I can’t wait to watch this.” She tapped her chin in thought. “Whom shall I bet on? This one’s tough.”

  “Put your money on me,” Aaron said. “Losing this battle is not an option.”