Trusting Chance [Fate Harbor] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  “Josie, don’t you remember telling us how surprised you were at the good luck you were having?” Sam asked innocently. Now Chance remembered why this whole threesome thing was such a great idea. “You had said that with the Hart’s business it was almost an extra twenty percent more profit than you anticipated,” Sam continued smoothly.

  “You could use more than one day off a week, Josie,” Elise chimed in. “What’s more, when people get a load of the cake you’re doing for the firehouse you’re going to get another stream of business coming in, mark my words.”

  “What cake?” Chance asked, glad to change the subject. Josie looked over at him. There was a glimmer in her eye, and he realized that she was only allowing the subject to be changed. They would be coming back to how he knew so much about her finances. It sucked to find intelligent women attractive.

  After walking Elise and Josie back to the bakery, Chance drove over to Betty and Butch’s. He wanted to talk to Betty about her putting the word out that Josie was taken. It was fine by him, but he was worried that it might be too much too soon for both Sam and Josie. When he got to the house, he found Butch puttering on the motor home.

  “Hi, son.” Chance smiled at the greeting. It never failed to warm his heart to be considered this man’s son. “If you’re looking for Betty, she won’t be back until probably midnight. She and Yolanda went over to the Indian Casino.” Butch and Chance grinned. Betty loved her nickel slots.

  “Yeah, I was looking for her, but I’m thinking I might have found a better deal.”

  “Well, I do have some of that Belgian beer that you like over here in the cooler.” Butch handed him a bottle and they sat down in the patio chairs and stared out over the yard into the trees.

  “Anything in particular on your mind?” Butch asked.

  “I guess I’m wondering how you’re taking to the idea of the three of us getting together,” Chance stated baldly.

  “Yep, that’s what I thought was on your mind.” Butch sat back in his chair and took another sip of his beer. “You know, I didn’t like this beer when you first started bringing it over. Now, more often than not, it’s what I choose to drink. I’ve always tried to keep an open mind, Chance, and I don’t mean to close it now, when it’s about people I love.” Butch leaned over and grasped Chance’s hand, as he often had when Chance had been a child.

  “I talked to Betty about this. She really thinks that the three of you complete one another, like missing pieces to a puzzle. She’s the smartest person I know, Chance. All I know is that if three people I love like my own can find happiness together, then I want that for them. I’m also thankful that we live in a community that embraces this lifestyle.” Chance went to take another sip of beer, but had to put it down, knowing that he was too choked up to swallow.

  “Now how about putting some of your fancy education to work and let’s see if you can help me figure out how to make the table stop sticking in the motor home.” Chance laughed, and followed his foster father into the motor home. The conversation stayed with him far into the night, and he wondered what part of the puzzle he provided to the two people he loved.

  Chapter 11

  Josie had never been so happy to turn the sign to “closed” before. The school carnival started in just a half hour, and she was looking forward to a long bath. She had already posted another sign on her door stating that Sweet Dream Desserts would be closed tomorrow. It was the first Saturday that the bakery had been closed in the seven weeks she’d been open. She and Elise were due a two-day weekend after the week they had put in. When she opened the door to leave and start upstairs to her apartment, she was met by a wall of men. She looked up and found four uniformed fire fighters smiling down at her.

  “Are you ready to go, Josie?” Dane asked.

  “What?”

  “We have to be at the booth in fifteen minutes. Did you want to ride in the fire truck with Eric, Joshua, and Ian, or in the car with me?”

  “Seriously, Dane, what are you talking about? I have a date with my bathtub and a bed.” She was met by dismayed and stunned expressions.

  “But you have to be there, people are going to want you to cut your cake. Ever since we brought it to the booth this morning, they have all been talking about it and you. I thought Elise told you,” Eric said.

  “Guys, the baker from Snoqualt never showed up at your booth, now did he?” Josie asked.

  “Yeah, well his cake never kicked ass like yours does.” Josie frowned up at them. She had already told Sam and Chance she was too tired to go over to their house, even though they said they would just let her bathe and go to bed. But the publicity for her shop would be too good to pass up.

  “Okay, let me go change.”

  After two hours, Dane thought to bring her a stool to sit on, and Josie was thankful that she was wearing her brace and not a corset. Just another half hour, and the cutting of the cake would happen and she could go home. She had already taken twelve orders for custom-made cakes, and that was the moment when Sam and Chance unexpectedly marched up to the booth. She had never seen them so mad. Eric and Ian were out giving fire truck rides, and Joshua was in the dunking booth. Sam strode up to Dane and grabbed him by his arm and yanked him behind the booth, while Chance stormed up to her.

  “What in the hell are you doing sitting on this stool, when you promised us you would be resting?” He whispered so the kids wouldn’t hear, but at the same time it was as if he was yelling at her. Josie hated that. It reminded her of her childhood, and she shrunk back.

  Chance looked stunned at her reaction. “Zee, you can’t be scared of me.” He gently grasped her upper arms, “You know I would never hurt you, don’t you, Zee?” She nodded her head, hypnotized by his blue eyes.

  “Explain to me why you’re here. Explain to me why you continued to exhaust yourself past the point that was necessary, to the point that you’re now probably in pain! Was it to help these guys?” He growled again, but this time Josie heard the hurt in his voice, and she reached up to stroke his cheek.

  “Oh, no, Chance, no. If I was going to spend time with anyone it would have been you and Sam. I love spending time with you two. But this was to promote the business.” She reached into her jeans pocket and showed him pieces of paper. “See, these are appointments to make specialty cakes like the fire truck!” He looked down at her in dawning comprehension.

  “How many appointments do you have?”

  “I have twelve, do you believe it?” Josie knew she was acting giddy, but she just couldn’t help herself.

  “That’s great, Zee. Now we’re taking you home.” She looked around, and then saw Sam and Dane walking around from the back of the booth. Dane was brushing his hair with his hand, and straightening his shirt. He walked over to her.

  “Josie, you should have told us about your back! We wouldn’t have kept you standing this long. We could have gotten the appointments for you,” he said sheepishly.

  “Dane, what are you talking about? You were right, I needed to be here.” She watched as his eyes cut over to Sam.

  “I’m really sorry. We’ll make it up to you next week, I promise. Um, I’m going over to relieve Joshua from the dunking tank.” He quickly walked away.

  “How tired are you? How much do you hurt?” Sam asked abruptly.

  “I think with all the orders she got, our girl is walking on air,” Chance answered. Josie watched as a slow, satisfied smile made its way across Sam’s face.

  “Well, that does my heart a world of good.” Sam walked over and stood beside Josie, while Chance pivoted to get on her other side. Then they each took an arm and led Josie out of the booth.

  “Wait! I have to stay until the cake is cut!” she protested.

  “No,” Chance said firmly, “you don’t.” They walked swiftly off the school grounds. The only concession they made for her was modifying their steps so that they matched her smaller stride. When they got to Sam’s truck, Sam picked her up and put her in the backseat, and Chance imm
ediately crawled in back with her. Sam went around to the front. Chance fastened her seat belt and then his. It was a couple of minutes before Josie realized they were on the road to their house.

  “Guys, you said you were taking me home.”

  “We are, to our home,” Sam said succinctly. It seemed like he was in a bad mood. Then Josie replayed the events at the school grounds.

  “Sam! Did you hit Dane?”

  “Yes,” Sam answered succinctly.

  Josie didn’t know how to respond. She hadn’t really expected that answer. She shouldn’t have asked the question. What in the hell was going on? Chance wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and when she tried to shrug it off, he just tightened his grip. She looked out the window. “Sam, you’re driving too fast.”

  “Josie, I need you to be quiet.” By the time he finished the sentence, they were parked in the driveway, and Sam was out the door and reaching in to carry her out of the truck. He didn’t set her on her feet. Instead, he strode up the steps, carrying her into the house. She noticed it wasn’t locked.

  As soon as they got over the threshold, Sam looked down at her again, and asked, “Are you tired?” His abrupt question threw her for a loop, so she didn’t answer. “Josie,” he barked, “Are. You. Tired?”

  “No,” she shouted back.

  “Are you hurting?” Another question asked at a medium roar.

  “No.”

  Josie looked over his shoulder at Chance.

  “What is going on?”

  “Zee, I told you not to poke the tiger.” Sam started walking again, carrying her down the hall, this time passing his bedroom then past Chance’s bedroom. When he kicked open the door at the end of the hall, it smelled faintly of paint. With her still in his arms, Sam went around the room, turning on every single light, making the point that he liked seeing her in the light.

  “Whose room is this?”

  “This is our room, Zee. We just had it done,” Chance answered. “Do you like it?”

  “Not now, Chance,” Sam rumbled. He carefully put Josie onto her feet, ensuring she wasn’t jarred. “Strip.”

  “I beg your pardon?” This was like something out of a book. He was acting like a caveman.

  “I told you what was going to happen the next time we were together. You made disparaging comments about your body. You didn’t take care of yourself, you wore heels when you knew you shouldn’t have, and then today was just the fucking cherry on top. Now, strip.” What was wrong with her? Instead of being pissed, Josie felt an embarrassing flood of moisture between the folds of her pussy.

  “I have to go to the bathroom.”

  “So you can go wipe up? I don’t think so, baby. All that cream is for me. Now, strip.” Josie turned bright red. How could he possibly know that she had gotten wet?

  Chance came up behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders. “You like how we are with you, Zee. You like it when Sam dominates you. Look down. See how hard your nipples are? See how your chest is heaving in and out, because you’re breathing so hard? You’re aroused. Of course your pussy is wet.”

  “Stop with the sweet talk, Chance. Josie, get out of your clothes. You’re just adding more swats to your spanking, unless that’s what you want to do.” How can you be frightened and aroused at the same time? But this was Sam, this was Chance, they would never really hurt her.

  “Stop thinking, Josie. You need this, and I need this. Strip, now.” This time she heard both the demand and the need. She shrugged Chance’s hands off her shoulders and quickly took off her clothes, neatly folding them and putting them on the bed. She took off her brace as well, because she had been telling the truth. She was feeling good.

  “Turn around, hands on the bed, ass up and in the air.” She did exactly as she was told, keeping her legs firmly together, still embarrassed by the wetness between her legs. Sam shoved his fingers between her closed thighs, twisting them around, gathering her moisture. Just as abruptly he left her and then she heard a sucking noise.

  “Baby, you taste good.” With both hands, he stroked both cheeks of her ass, one hand faintly wet, causing her to shiver at the eroticism of his hand being wet with his saliva and her cum. “You have a perfect ass. I love to watch you walk. I’ll love to see it shake when I spank you, and I’ll love to feel it tight around my cock when I fuck you.” Josie couldn’t stop the huge shudder that went through her, and then another, and another, until finally she calmed as he continued to softly stroke and caress her ass. “Such a good girl.”

  “You can disagree with me, you can argue. We’ll fight, you can call me an asshole and a bastard and it’ll all be true. The only time you’ll get a spanking, the only time you’ll earn a spanking is when you hurt what’s mine, when you don’t take care of what I cherish. Do you understand me, baby?” Josie shook her head. He made no sense. “You will.”

  He wrapped an arm around her middle, ensuring that her back was supported, and then the fire of that first slap resonated throughout her body.

  “You may never call yourself fat.”

  Smack!

  “You’re perfect.”

  Smack!

  “You’re beautiful.”

  Smack!

  “You will always tell us if you’re in pain.”

  Oh God, that hurt.

  “You will ask for help before you need it.”

  Smack!

  “You will not let the pain get ahead of you.”

  Smack!

  “You will rest when you need rest.”

  Smack!

  Heat.

  “You will only wear heels as long as you can do so without injuring your back.”

  Smack!

  More heat.

  “You will take care of yourself.”

  Smack!

  She had to move.

  “You will wear that brace when you need to.”

  Smack!

  Oh God, that felt good.

  “You will let us take care of you.”

  Smack!

  Please more…

  “You belong to us.”

  She was crying now. She didn’t know why she was crying when she felt so good, but she felt sad too. Nobody ever cared this much. She hadn’t felt this cherished and cared for since she had left the Hutchinses.

  She felt a long stroke down her back, and immediately knew it was Chance. His arm stroked around her middle, taking the place of Sam’s arm. “You didn’t make me as crazy as you made Sam, Zee, but you need to know I won’t tolerate this either.” His touch was soothing against the heat of her ass. “I love you. I loved you as a child, and now I’m in love with you.”

  Thwack!

  It was too much.

  “Your body is a work of art,” Chance crooned.

  Thwack!

  It was too good.

  “It doesn’t belong to those fucking firemen!” he said with a bite.

  Thwack!

  She was going to come.

  “Don’t you dare come!” he warned.

  Thwack!

  “Fuck me, Chance! Please, I’m begging you. Fuck me.” Josie’s voice was clogged with tears.

  “No, Zee, no fucking. First the loving.” He gently turned her over and lifted her onto the bed. “Sam, get the hard pillow we got, and put it under her.” Josie turned tear-filled eyes to look at Sam and saw that his eyes were full of tears as well. He brought the pillow that Chance had indicated, and moved it under the middle of Josie’s back. Chance splayed her knees and pushed them up toward her chest, leaving her as open and displayed as possible in the light. This time she wasn’t wearing a corset as she had been with Sam, and as she looked down she saw her stomach pooch out, with her hips wider than she thought they should be. Then she wiggled her sore ass against the comforter, and reminded herself this gorgeous man above her thought she was beautiful and perfect and he had the hard-on in this lit room to prove it.

  “I love seeing your cunt spread open for me, honey.” He pushed against her entrance with h
is thickly veined cock, and this time she was open for her lover, her mind and body ready to accept. With one thrust he hit her cervix and she cried out, that bump of pain exciting her, setting her on fire. “Sam, I want to see your hands on her too, I want us all together.” In an instant Sam’s big, tan hands were at her breasts, pulling at her dark nipples, and then his head was down suckling, as Chance increased the rhythm of his thrusts.

  Josie struggled to accept the width of Chance’s cock. She remembered to breathe and relax, but thinking seemed beyond her. Instead she just surrendered to being filled, to his hot thrusts, to the mindless pounding that was the best thing she had ever felt and she never wanted to end. Amidst all the sensations she heard sounds. Not just the noise that Chance made as he suckled at her breasts, or his heavy breathing or even her own panting. No, what embarrassed her was the sucking sound her sex made as it strove to keep Chance’s cock inside her body every time he pulled out. At first she winced at the undignified sounds, trying to widen her legs so that they would stop, but then she was rocketing to a place where only the love of these two men mattered.

  “Not yet, Josie.” Chance’s molten blue eyes held hers.

  “Chance, I can’t hold back,” she wailed.

  “You’ll come when I tell you to come.” Josie watched as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple, matting the blond curls. He kept up that maddening rhythm, and then Sam turned her face so she was forced to look at him.

  “It’s part of your punishment, baby. You don’t get to come until we tell you to.” His head drifted back to her breasts, and he bit down gently on her left nipple, and she snapped her hips up at Chance.

  Immediately, Chance pressed back on her thighs, pushing her back in place. “Say, ‘I am beautiful.’” Chance began to slowly withdraw from her needy channel. Josie looked up at him, uncomprehending.

  Sam lifted his head. “Say it, Josie. Say, ‘I am beautiful and sexy.’”

  Chance pressed back in, slowly undulating against that sensitive spot that made her cry out. “If you say it, you get to come, Zee.” Josie felt Sam’s hand drifting down again to her wet cleft, and peel back the hood of her clit, and then start to circle the sensitive nub. She tried pressing higher, to get more pressure, but he just took his hand away.