The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Cassidy Browning

  They threw on clothes and followed Andy down the stairs. The rest of the band and Decker were gathered around the dining room table, where a laptop was set up. There was music coming from it, soft but familiar, and as Finn got closer he saw that it was the video of Daphne’s performance at The Keep.

  He stared at the images until he noticed the YouTube banner at the top of the screen. Then he looked at Decker, who was smiling a little enigmatically.

  “Did you post that?”

  Decker nodded. Finn stared at him, wondering whether to be angry or not. Then he leaned closer and looked at the screen.

  “Holy shit—fifty thousand views already?”

  “Yes, and it’s only been up a little over two hours.”

  Daphne was standing next to him, her eyes fixed on the screen. Slowly she sank into a chair, staring. Finn watched her, concern building. She was so quiet. Was she going to freak out? Did she not like what she was seeing? Was she mad at Decker for posting the video?

  He put a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t move. He pulled up a chair and sat next to her. “Daph?”

  She jerked a bit and turned to look at Decker. “You posted this?”

  A flash of doubt crossed Decker’s face. Finn debated getting up and standing between them. He’d seen Daphne in a fit of rage once or twice, and he was pretty sure Decker would not be prepared for what could happen if she was reacting badly.

  Before he could act on his impulse, Daphne said, “This is called ‘Falcon’s Fantasy.’ You called me ‘Falcon’ last night. What does that mean?”

  Okay. Finn’s muscles relaxed a little, although he stayed leaning forward, on guard. She apparently wasn’t going to attack. But he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

  Decker’s eyes focused on hers, and a current seemed to pass between them. It made Finn a little uneasy, but he didn’t interfere. He watched Daphne closely as Decker reached over and put a hand on hers where it rested on the edge of the table.

  “Falcons are the most agile and graceful birds,” he said quietly. “They are also extremely powerful, and there’s nothing more beautiful than grace, strength, and energy that is properly disciplined. Falcons embody that mixture.”

  Daphne was silent again. Her eyes darted toward the screen, where a vision of her still danced, but were drawn back to Decker as if by a magnet.

  “Is that what I am?” Her voice was soft and wistful.

  “It is exactly what you are, or at least what you can be when you are focused. When I watched you dance last week, I knew that was how I would always think of you. You just need to give as much energy to your craft as you do to your insecurities. If you were my submissive, that’s what I would use as your scene name.”

  “If I were—” Daphne stopped. “Can I use it anyway? I mean, even if—”

  A wistful look came over Decker’s face, but he smiled and nodded. “Even if. I’d be honored for you to use the name.”

  It was like there was no one else in the room. Decker and Daphne were assessing each other with a look so sexual that Finn couldn’t help but feel a little rejected. Standing, he started walking toward the stairs. He should have been the one to post the video, he berated himself. He shouldn’t stand in their way anymore.

  But then Daphne was on his back, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She planted kiss after kiss on his ear, screeching in between each kiss, “Did you see that? Fifty thousand hits so far! And I have a scene name! I have a scene name, Finn!”

  Decker shut down the laptop as Finn turned back into the room. Suddenly Allie was setting the table for breakfast, and everybody was laughing and chatting. Daphne was still squealing and pummeling his chest with her fists between kissing and biting his ear.

  Finn found himself smiling at Decker. “Nice work.”

  Decker nodded. If he’d had doubts about what he’d done, they didn’t show. He raised one eyebrow. “So. What do you two have planned for the day?”

  Finn’s phone began to ring before he could say anything. He realized, flipping it open as Daphne jumped down, that he hadn’t planned anything special for the day. They needed to celebrate Daphne’s victory last night, as well as the fact that her video seemed to be going viral already.

  “Mr. Scott?” The voice was female and unfamiliar.

  “Yes?” Finn walked into the living room, holding his free hand over his ear to block out the excited chatter from the dining room.

  “My name is Kelly Stewart. Do you have a moment?”

  * * * *

  Decker was helping Allie bring in plates of bacon and pancakes, which he put down near his own plate with a warning look at the band members. There had been far too many mornings when he’d missed out on pancakes because of the boys’ fast hands and insatiable appetites. Today he was determined to get the first batch. They were done recording, anyway. They didn’t need the extra energy.

  There was a shout from the living room, and everyone turned to see Finn trotting back to them, waving his phone. It was eerily reminiscent of the morning when the call had come from the Los Angeles television station.

  “That video is already working magic!” Finn said. Everybody stared questioningly at him. He grabbed Daphne and kissed her soundly on the lips. “The Reno Summer of Rock Festival had a band cancel at the last minute, so they’re wondering if you would come and perform the weekend after next.”

  Decker waited a second before asking the question that was probably on everybody’s mind. “Is it wise to do a public appearance right now? With the scandal?”

  Daphne shot him a grateful look, as if she hadn’t been quite willing to ask.

  Finn frowned thoughtfully. “I think so. It’s not like her career is likely to be hurt by a sex scandal. Rock stars are kind of expected to get involved in that kind of thing.” He gave Daphne a stern look. “But it won’t be happening again. Will it, Daph?”

  “Absolutely not!” Daphne shook her head vigorously, although her cheeks had gone bright red.

  “And it kind of shows the world that she’s too tough to be embarrassed. In fact, it’s probably a good thing to get out there while your name is still in the news, especially now with the YouTube thing. We want people to be aware of you, and the more often they hear about you the more likely they are to remember you. Right?”

  “Right.” She didn’t sound completely convinced, but she sat down at the table with a bright smile for Finn.

  “When is it?” Decker sat down, too, resisting the thought that he should go see if Allie needed anything else brought in. But the boys were taking their places at the table, and he didn’t trust them not to grab all of the pancakes again. He really didn’t want to have to ask Allie to make more.

  “Next Saturday night. They want her to play at eight o’clock. You know what that means, right?”

  Daphne looked up at him. “What?”

  “It means we’ve got a hell of a lot of work to do between now and then to firm up that routine, get a costume made, and get the whole thing recorded. I don’t want you dancing in the middle of a field wearing nothing but liquid latex and covered in needles. That music track we used was really rough.” Finn was in full managerial mode now. He turned to the musicians. “We’ll need you guys to get together and work out the pieces. Can you all stick around for the next two weeks? I’ll arrange for filming. I think a lot of it should be shot outdoors, don’t you, Daph? It’ll be more fitting for the bird theme.”

  Decker watched him barking out orders. Finn was in his element, making plans, working out details, taking the bull by the horns. But judging by Daphne’s face, it wasn’t her element. She looked like a little kid who’s just been told that Christmas is over, and it’s time to pick up the wrapping paper.

  “You know, Finn,” Decker said, taking two pancakes and handing the plate down the row. It was okay that the boys had gotten to the bacon first. He finally had first pick of the pancakes. “You have a real gift for organization and business. I admire that about you.�
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  Finn stopped in the middle of his planning and smiled. “Thanks.”

  “But I think your timing is a little off.”

  Finn stared at him. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean that today is Sunday. Your girl gave a marvelous performance last night, and you’ve just gotten a great opportunity.”

  “Yes?”

  “So today is not for planning. Today is for celebrating.”

  Finn glanced at Daphne and then back at Decker. His face registered annoyance then resignation. “But I need to—”

  “Later.” Decker knew he was overstepping his bounds, but this seemed to be important. “You can do that tomorrow. Or you can make plans with Daphne and then take half an hour to do what you need to do. But today Daphne deserves a celebration.”

  Finn nodded. “Daphne does deserve a celebration. What would you like to do, sweetie?”

  Daphne’s eyes twinkled between the two men. Decker felt his cock respond to her smile and forced himself to concentrate on finding the syrup. It was their celebration. He had just provided a nudge in the right direction.

  “I’d like to take a drive,” she announced. “Along the coast. With my two favorite men.”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” Decker tried to keep his head down as he finally tucked into his breakfast.

  “Please?” Daphne put a hand over his and waited until he looked up. “Please come with us.”

  “Yes, please come with us,” Finn repeated, but he didn’t sound quite as enthusiastic about it. “We’d love to have you.”

  * * * *

  It was a glorious day. Finn’s car only sat two, and Decker’s car wasn’t a convertible, so Daphne insisted on renting one for the day. The world was a wonderful place, everything was perfect, and she wanted to drive down the coast in a convertible wearing gigantic sunglasses and a scarf around her hair like Grace Kelly. Or somebody. As long as she looked glamorous, she didn’t care who she resembled.

  They left Decker’s car at the rental place and headed out in a bright-red Sunfire, Finn driving and her scarf whipping around her head like a bird flapping silky wings. That thought reminded her of the previous evening, and she smiled broadly into the wind. She couldn’t remember when she’d felt happier than she did today. Finn was happy with her, Decker had made sure she got the recognition and the reward she needed—even if it was a little childish to need a reward, she acknowledged to herself that she did need it. She hadn’t been joking when she’d called them her two favorite men. Finn was great at doing what needed to be done, making sure her career was on track, and getting everything organized. He was great at sex, too. Better than she would have guessed. Maybe it was all those years of refusing to let himself go there. He had a lot of pent-up fucking that needed to be let out.

  So did she. She hadn’t been as virtuous as she knew he had been, but she definitely hadn’t gotten the amount of sex she’d wanted over the last few years. Now that they were indulging their desires, life seemed a hell of a lot better. She couldn’t help but wonder, though, what would happen when Decker went away. Decker seemed to be the one making sure that their lives were in balance and they stayed in tune with each other. There was a feeling of completeness with all three of them in one place, as if they belonged together somehow. She turned to give Decker a broad smile in the back seat, where he had insisted on riding, and impulsively blew him a kiss.

  When Finn turned slightly, she blew him a kiss, too, glad to see that he didn’t seem terribly offended. Good. Maybe soon we can have that conversation, the one where I ask him if he’d mind sharing me with another man.

  She pursed her lips, wondering if it would come out as bald as that. Can I fuck this other guy, please, Sir? It didn’t seem possible that he, or any guy, would ever go for it. Blaze might, if she was charging and passing the money along to him.

  Blaze. She would have to do something about him soon. He had disappeared as soon as the video was done. Actually as soon as his part was done, not even bothering to make sure they wouldn’t need him to redo anything. He’d snarled something at her on his way past, but she hadn’t been paying him a lot of attention lately.

  She put Blaze out of her mind and concentrated on enjoying their drive. About noon they stopped at a deli and got things for lunch. There was a beach nearby, so they found their way to it and ate sitting on the sand, enjoying the feel of the sea air and each other’s company.

  “This is nice. It’s so delicious not having anything to do for once!” Daphne leaned back on her elbows, watching the waves and luxuriating in how comfortable she was feeling.

  Finn tipped the last of a bag of chips into his mouth. “We don’t exactly have nothing to do, Daph.”

  “For today you—or at least Daphne—has nothing to do,” Decker told him, opening a bag of cookies. He popped one in his mouth then held one out in front of Daphne. She lifted herself up, arms still behind her, and took it between her lips, giggling.

  “Fair enough.” Finn smiled and seemed to relax a little at Decker’s admonishment. “You were incredible last night, Daph. You deserve to be a YouTube phenomenon.”

  “Yes, she does.” Decker took another cookie, passed the bag to Finn, and lay down next to Daphne on the sand, arms folded under his head.

  Finn munched his dessert, still looking out into the horizon, humming something that Daphne realized was her new song.

  “Falcon’s Fantasy,” Decker said softly from beside her.

  “Falcon’s Fantasy,” Daphne repeated thoughtfully, remembering the words that had come so easily to her last night. They’d seemed brilliant at the time, but she would have been terrified that they were either nonsense or that they would slip away before she could record them. But listening to the video this morning, she was confident that they made sense and she’d be able to get them written down. It was a wonderful feeling.

  “How did you do that, by the way?” Decker asked her. “If it won’t ruin the magic for me.”

  “I don’t know about magic. That damn song has been evading me for months,” she told him. “I’d spent so long thinking about it that my subconscious must have been working on it for me. When I was relaxed by the endorphins, it just started flowing.”

  “Sounds like magic to me.”

  They lapsed into silence again, listening to Finn’s soft humming against the crash of the surf. Daphne thought she’d never been happier.

  Chapter 20

  Decker stole occasional glances at the woman lying next to him on the sand. She was so beautiful, and last night he’d seen for himself exactly how talented she really was as well. It was one thing to watch her rehearse, but putting her on stage in front of a couple dozen strangers in nothing but body paint and feathers, forced to sing a song that wasn’t ready, was a real test. She’d come through like a true star. He’d seen her extraordinary ability to capture an audience and hold them spellbound.

  She turned her head and caught him looking before he could pretend he’d been scanning the horizon. Their eyes met and held for a moment. Then she was leaning over and pressing her lips against his, and the world turned upside down.

  Their arms did not touch, and he resisted the urge to pull her the few inches it would take to get her underneath him. She was opening her lips, and his tongue instinctively did what she’d invited it to. It pushed into her mouth and explored.

  She responded, her own tongue meeting his in a way that was at once sweet and bold. Time stopped and an eternity went past while he drowned in her nearness and the pure joy of kissing her.

  Then she pulled back, and they both turned to look at Finn. He had stiffened, staring at them, his face a picture of shock and dismay.

  Without a word, Daphne reached up and pulled Finn’s head to hers. She continued to pull until he was lying back on the sand next to her and she was sandwiched between them. Decker groaned softly to himself as he watched her refusal to let Finn pull away from what was undoubtedly an uncomfortable situation for him. Daphne had been sleep
ing in his bed, and no one in the house could have any doubts that they’d been sexually active. Emphasis on active. Daphne was not subtle, in lovemaking or in anything else, and he’d thought it might kill him listening to the sounds of their passion night after night, knowing she wasn’t his, too. He wouldn’t have minded sharing or being part of their exuberant sessions, but he was pretty sure Finn wasn’t open to that kind of thing—which was understandable when you hadn’t been around that situation before and had a woman like Daphne to yourself.

  What she’d meant by kissing him he didn’t know. She’d flirted with him, but he’d thought that was mostly to make Finn jealous. Now he wasn’t sure.

  When she pulled away from Finn, she turned back to Decker.

  Finn sat up. “Oh, no. Not without a discussion. What’s going on?”

  Daphne sighed. “Nothing can ever be easy. Okay.” She sat up cross-legged on the sand, and Decker followed her lead, shifting so that they were in a circle.

  “I love you.” Daphne reached over and took Finn’s hand, gazing fondly and seriously at him. “But I want both of you.”

  Finn swallowed and looked at Decker. “Are you sure you don’t just want him?”

  Decker chuckled. “I think she’s demonstrated that she wants you, too. Don’t be paranoid. Let’s talk about this.”

  “Really, Finn,” Daphne said, exasperated. “Haven’t I already proved that I want and need you?”

  Finn turned back to the ocean and was very still. Daphne watched him carefully. Decker thought she was trying to gauge his reaction. She shouldn’t have expected Finn to turn cartwheels at the idea of her wanting someone else, but she obviously wasn’t quite sure what to do with his silence.

  “Honey,” Daphne said finally. “You know this doesn’t mean that I love you any less, right? It’s just that sometimes—sometimes—”

  “Sometimes we need different things from different people,” Decker provided. “Listen, Finn. I don’t want to step into any place I’m not welcome. If you aren’t comfortable with the idea of polyamory, then we won’t take it any further.”