Collaring Their Racy Runaway [Racy Nights 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  When he slid his cock inside, it burned at first, but again, as with the butt plug, as soon as that subsided, the most intense feeling of peace descended on her.

  “Lift your hips up a tiny bit, love.” She did as he asked, and was surprised when he positioned what felt like a toy against her clit. It wasn’t entirely flat, but rather it had a nub that protruded from the flat part. He fastened it around her waist, and then it started to vibrate. “What do you think?”

  “Oh my God,” she whispered.

  He chuckled softly. “I’ll take that as you like it.” He began to thrust slowly inside her asshole, brushing his hands over her ass cheeks and the sides of her breasts as he did. Each thrust pushed her clit against the toy, and the vibrations did the rest. In less than one minute, a second orgasm crashed over her, and it didn’t show any signs of stopping.

  Teresa cried out, clutching the bed, as his thrusting increased in intensity and speed. Incomprehensible words poured from her mouth. She couldn’t even think. All she could do was let the sensations wash over her. She’d stay here in this room with Carson forever and let him do this to her every single night.

  “I’ve never felt anything so fucking tight and exquisite in my life,” he said.

  She hoped he didn’t expect an answer, because she couldn’t speak. He pushed more of his dick inside, and now it was getting sore inside her ass, but she didn’t want it to end.

  “I have to fuck your pussy. Is that okay?”

  “Yes. Yes, Sir. Please fuck my pussy.”

  “Oh, Teresa…” He pulled out gently, took off his condom, and then removed the vibrating toy. Before she could process any of that, he’d put on another condom and slid his dick into her swollen pussy. Teresa cried out again he fucked her, rough and hard. She loved it. The more he thrust, the closer she came to a third orgasm. Or maybe the second one had never really ended?

  She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She only knew this was heaven, and she’d never thought sex like this was possible. When she came again, so did he, crying out loudly as his movements became quick and jerky.

  When he finally stopped, he fell back on the bed, and she almost fell asleep before he pulled her onto the bed completely and wrapped his arms and legs around her, enveloping her in a tender, tight embrace. “That was beyond incredible.”

  Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes as she snuggled closer. She’d never been this happy. She didn’t think it was possible, or that she’d ever meet a man who would treat her as Garrett and Carson both did. She also knew there was no way to choose between them, so she hoped they were into sharing her as so many of the Doms in Racy were fine with sharing a woman. Because she wanted them both. Nothing else would do now.

  * * * *

  Garrett was surprised as hell to get a phone call from Claude Busler Wednesday morning, asking if he knew Teresa Rodriguez. “Sure I know her. So do you. She’s Maria and Roberto’s middle daughter.”

  “Ah, that’s where I’ve heard the name before. Didn’t know she was back in town.”

  Garrett smiled as memories from Monday night washed over him, then the smile faded as he remembered she’d had a date with Carson the night before. Was she with him now? Still in bed?

  “You there?” Claude had a barking, annoying voice. Maybe sending Teresa to Busler’s website to apply for a job hadn’t been the best idea?

  “I’m here. Why did you want to know if I knew Teresa?”

  “She applied for a job and used you as a reference.”

  “Oh, okay. Yeah, she’s back for good now and ready to work. Are you going to hire her?”

  “As long as she’s off the drugs.”

  Garrett sighed. He hadn’t realized how badly people here in Racy thought of her until she’d come into the station to tell Sean and Carson the whole story. The next morning as Carson briefed the day shift, Garrett listened as the day shift reiterated all the rumors about Teresa that had been flying around town for years. He’d never really let them affect him, because he’d never had a personal stake in them before. He felt ashamed that he’d ever believed anything bad about her.

  He told Claude about Ray Hammond and some of the other things Teresa had told them, careful not to reveal too many details, and hoping she wouldn’t mind him saying all this. But people in this town needed to know the truth, and he had promised to help her spread the word.

  “I didn’t realize all that.”

  “No one did. People made shit up, or believed the rumors, and then jumped to their own conclusions. But none of it was true, except the part where she has a restraining order against an asshole who hit her more than once.”

  “Well, you’re a cop and all. You wouldn’t lie about this. I’ll call her and set up an interview. I’m looking for an HR manager, and I have interviews set up for that, too, but right now I have to do all this myself, and it’s a bitch.”

  After he disconnected the call with Claude, Garrett tried to go back to sleep because he was on evening shift later, but that wasn’t going to happen. He couldn’t stop picturing Teresa and Carson doing the same things he’d done with her Monday night. He called her number, but it went to voice mail, and he left a message letting her know that Claude had called and would be contacting her for an interview. He hoped his voice sounded as nonchalant when she played the message back as he’d tried to make it. He didn’t want her knowing how torn up he was that she obviously wasn’t home yet.

  Or maybe she was, and was still asleep? Or in the shower? He was jumping to conclusions here, and that wasn’t like him. But Teresa Rodriguez had crawled under his skin and taken up residence, and there was no getting her to leave. Not now. Not after he’d held her and made love to her. Not after he’d given her a spanking that was meant to be play instead of anger or humiliation.

  It occurred to him suddenly that they hadn’t set up a time to get together again, and Garrett smacked his own forehead. “Fucking idiot.” What if she thought he didn’t want to see her again? What if that’s what had driven her into Carson’s bed last night.

  “Stop this shit and call her again.” That was something he’d have done in high school. Get a girl into bed and then never call her again. What the hell was wrong with him?

  “Teresa, it’s me again. Garrett. When can we see each other again? I’d love to take you out. We can do anything you’d like.” He hesitated. She had his number, right? Shit. He couldn’t even think straight right now. “Call me when you get this, or I’ll try you again later. Can’t wait to see you again.”

  Garrett disconnected the call before he made an even bigger ass of himself. Talk about blowing it. He’d be lucky if she even looked at him again, let alone went out with him a second time. Carson probably hadn’t blown it. Carson had wined and dined her at Gino’s, and he’d probably seduced her and was still making love to her right now.

  Garrett threw on a jacket and went outside to breathe in the chilly morning air. He needed a walk. And then he needed to go and have his head examined. How could he have let this happen? And how the fuck could he compete with Carson?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Teresa heard her phone ringing as she ran up the stairs after Carson dropped her off at home, and she picked it up, hoping it was Garrett, but she didn’t recognize the voice or the name at first. “Oh…oh, yes. Hello, Mr. Busler. Yes, this is Teresa Rodriguez.”

  “You sound out of breath.”

  “I just ran up the stairs to catch the phone. I was at my parents’ house, having breakfast.” The lie slipped out too easily. That was the second time she’d done that in a matter of days. Guilt washed over her. This man was her chance at a nice job right now. She had to stay calm and cool.

  “How are your parents?”

  “They’re fine. Thank you for asking.”

  “Garrett Amato said you’re back for good now, and that you need a job. Do you have any sales experience?”

  “I’ve been a waitress mostly, but I’m very good with customers and I’m a quick
learner. I’ll do a good job for you, sir. I promise you that.”

  “What areas are you interested in?”

  “Any area.”

  Mr. Busler chuckled softly. “Well, I could probably put you in automotive, with your father’s shop and all, but I don’t suppose you helped him much, did you?”

  He should know she hadn’t, but Teresa let it go. “No, I didn’t.” She had no real skills to start spouting off to him, so she simply waited for him to speak again.

  “Well then, how about women’s clothing or housewares? I seem to have the most need in both those areas.”

  “Either of those would be great. Really.”

  “Okay. I have a temporary office set up in a trailer behind the store, in the parking lot. Come in sometime today and sign a bunch of papers. The store should be open in late May, although I can’t give you an exact date yet. But a sales job is yours if you want it.”

  He named an hourly rate, and Teresa had to fight the urge to squeal. It was five dollars an hour more than minimum wage, which was all she’d been expecting. “I’m only paying you that much because I respect your parents, and I know you’ve had a bad rap in this town. I’ve also been told by reliable sources that all the rumors about you are bullshit, so I want to give you a break.”

  Teresa nearly started crying again. “Thank you, Mr. Busler. I promise I won’t let you down.”

  “I know you won’t.”

  “Thank you.”

  After she ended the call, she danced around the apartment while she calculated how much money she’d be making in about six weeks, and then she checked the rest of her messages. There were only two, and both were from Garrett. One said he’d talked to Claude and that she’d be getting a call from him soon, and the other asked when he could see her again.

  Teresa listened to the second message two more times, and then she rested her chin in her hands. What the hell was she going to do about this? She’d had sex with two different men in the space of forty-eight hours. While that made her no different than Ria or the other subs currently with two Doms, Carson and Garrett weren’t her Doms, and she wasn’t a sub to either man. She barely knew them. She hadn’t had a chance to get to know them at all while growing up.

  Who did shit like this? She was no better than the names her parents and Rosa called her all the time.

  Teresa groaned and lay her head on the table. There was only one solution here. The three of them had to sit down and talk this out. She had to know where their heads were on this, and she had to know if they were even interested in giving this a chance. She couldn’t keep seeing them individually like this. The guilt was killing her, and the uncertainty was even worse.

  Teresa picked up the receiver and called Garrett back, catching him while he was out walking. She could hear the wind in the background, and his voice sounded like he was in a tunnel, but she didn’t want to wait to have this conversation later. “Thank you for whatever you said to Claude Busler. I have a job when the store opens next month.”

  “Oh, that’s wonderful.”

  “And about seeing you again, I really think you, Carson, and I should sit down and talk about what we’re going to do.”

  “Oh. I see.” His voice was full of disappointment, and she wanted to kick herself. But this was the only way.

  “I spent the night with him. But I can’t keep doing this. I mean seeing you both separately like this, and having a sexual relationship with you as well. It’s too…weird. Too weird for me. And by that I mean it’s not comfortable. I don’t feel on solid ground. I hope that makes sense. It’s the best way I can describe how I feel right now.”

  There were several seconds of silence and she thought she lost the call, but then his voice was back on the line, clearer than before. “Had to duck inside a shop to talk. Too windy out there today to hear well. I actually am relieved to hear that, Teresa. And I think the three of us talking this out is a great idea.”

  She sighed out loud. “Thank you.”

  “I’m working evening shift today and I’m pretty sure Carson is as well. Any chance you can come to the station later? We’ll both take our dinner break at the same time, and that way all three of us can talk. It’s not the most ideal place, but at that time of day we should be able to find an empty room.”

  “Yes. I’ll be there. Just tell me when.”

  “Let me check with Carson and I’ll call you later with an exact time.”

  Teresa debated whether to call Carson herself once she ended the call with Garrett, but decided it would be better if the guys talked first. She was still tired, so after she checked to see if she had any new e-mails, she crawled into bed to take a nap.

  When she woke, she’d only slept an hour, but she felt far more rested than she had earlier. As she was making tea and toast, the phone rang. It was Garrett, and he told her that he and Carson had talked, and they should be free to talk to her at the station around six. She told him she’d be there, and then once she ended the call, she set about finding Peppi or Luke.

  It was time to make plans in case she had to move out of this apartment. Because Teresa was certain that once her parents found out she intended to date both Carson and Garrett at the same time, they’d kick her ass to the curb faster than she could say “BDSM lifestyle.”

  She reached Luke first, and she came clean about everything. There was no point now in holding back with any of her siblings. Luke sounded genuinely happy about the job offer, but not so much about her decision to try the same lifestyle he, Rafe, and Ria now lived.

  “You have a lot more in your past than any of us had to deal with.”

  “I know that. Julie and I have talked about it.”

  “Talking about it and separating abuse from play in real life are two very different animals.”

  “Alexa was able to do it.”

  “Because Chase and I agreed to work together to help her do so, and because she was strong enough to overcome it.”

  “And I’m not?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “Luke, I love you. I really do. But you have one gigantic blind spot when it comes to your sisters. You did the same thing to Ria. She told me you did.”

  She heard his sigh. “It’s different. You’re not strangers. I can’t look at this objectively as I would with someone else.”

  “I get that, but we’re not helpless. Ria certainly isn’t, and please don’t think I am either. I’ve changed a lot since I got back here three months ago. Carson and Garrett are good people. You said so yourself. I have to believe that if anyone thought they’d hurt me, I would have known that by now. Right?”

  “Yes. That’s true. They won’t hurt you. But it sounds like the three of you haven’t actually talked about this yet.”

  “We’re doing that later.”

  “Okay. Let me know how it goes, all right? And yes of course you can move in with Peppi if you need to. She’s in class today but I’m sure once she hears you want to, she’ll be fine with it.”

  “Thank you.”

  By the time six o’clock rolled around, the confidence Teresa had felt while talking to Luke was long gone, and her nerves were as raw as they’d been when she’d walked into the station last week to tell her story to Sean and Carson.

  What if she’d completely misread their intentions and neither man was interested in pursuing this as a triad? What if they made her choose? Worse yet, what if they’d already talked and decided she was too much of a pain in the ass for either to pursue individually, let alone together?

  “Get a grip,” she whispered as she walked up the stairs to the front door. Once inside, she caught sight of Carson behind the desk, just as he’d been last Sunday. Had all this really happened in less than a week? It didn’t seem possible.

  “Right on time.” His smile set her immediately at ease. If anything was amiss, it didn’t show on his face or in his voice. “Just hang on and let me call Randie. She’s going to watch the desk while we all talk.”

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p; He buzzed her in, and she waited until Randie made her way to the front, then Carson led her to the back of the station and into Dean’s office. “He won’t mind us using this, and besides. He’s home now.” He winked at her. “Have a seat and I’ll go and find Garrett. He ran to McDonald’s for dinner. He didn’t want to eat Nan’s food tonight.”

  “And McDonald’s is better?”

  Carson chuckled. “Yeah, I know. But since he’s buying I wasn’t going to argue.”

  Carson turned to leave, but Teresa touched his uniform sleeve. “Hang on a second.” She glanced toward the hallway, but they were alone. “Is everything okay between us? I’m a wreck right now.”

  His gaze softened and he pulled her close. “Everything is fine. It really is.” He released the embrace and gave her a quick but very hot kiss on the mouth. “I’ll be back in a second.”

  Teresa stared at the clock on the wall while she waited, and tried to calm down. Hadn’t he just said everything was all right? When ten minutes went by, she went out into the hallway and pretended to read the posters on the wall, but the words ran together. Finally, she heard their voices, laughing and joking as they got closer. She went back into Dean’s office and tried to look like she’d been sitting there cool and collected the entire time.

  Both men came inside, Garrett placed two McDonald’s bags and a cardboard drink holder on the desk, and then he pulled Teresa to her feet and kissed her, tongue and all. She heard the door close as she wrapped her arms around Garrett’s shoulders. When he finally released the kiss, she glanced toward Carson, who held out his arms, a huge grin on his face.

  “You know, that’s actually kind of hot to watch. But now it’s my turn.”

  “Holy shit,” she whispered. They were okay with this. They were more than okay with this. It was too much to hope for.

  Garrett pushed her toward him. “Go. Kiss him, too before he implodes.”

  Her jaw dropped open as she eyed one man, then the other, until Garrett gave her another gentle shove. She cuddled against Carson as he kissed her, gentler than Garrett had, but just as passionately. When he released the kiss, he patted the desktop. “Have a seat, my lady. Garrett has brought us a feast.”