Possessed by Passion [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  “Seriously, Dylan. This is ridiculous.” Mick turned to the man who was never without his sunglasses or his gun. “I really would like to see my wife.”

  “Not a chance, buddy.” Dylan grinned. “I have my orders to keep you and Doc away from the bride until the ceremony.”

  Dustin shook his head. “Orders from Easton?”

  “No. Higher up than Black. Orders from the women of Destiny, including my wife.”

  Mick laughed. “But we’re already married to Paris, Agent Strange.”

  “Am I going to have to put you both in handcuffs and take you to Sheriff Wolfe’s jail?”

  “No,” Dustin said. “But we would like to enjoy the celebration with the rest of town.”

  Agent Joanne Brown, another member of Shannon’s Elite, came over Dylan’s communication device called a “ROC.” “The Swan is on the move to the hotel, over.”

  “Ten-four,” Dylan answered. “The Wolves are secure in the food tent, though getting restless.”

  “Roger that.”

  Easton’s voice came through the speaker. “ETA until ceremony is one hour.”

  “Tuxedos have arrived at the drop-off location at the courthouse for Wolves to dress,” Shane Blue’s tone was serious.

  “Strange, hold Wolves until my go,” Joanne ordered.

  “Roger.”

  “The band is finishing their dinner. I will escort them to the wedding stage.” Corey, Shane’s brother, another member of Shannon’s Elite and a US Marshal, was also in on the silliness.

  “Mick, do you think the CIA is aware that Shannon’s Elite is running a wedding planning business here in Destiny?” Dustin asked him with smirk.

  They both were enjoying the fun the town was throwing for their wife and them. “I doubt it, but I think a call to the director might be in order.”

  “This is top security business, gentlemen.” Dylan patted his gun. “Don’t make me use this. Besides, you both and Paris got to enjoy the entire day’s activities of Summer Solstice because of Operation Hide The Bride.”

  They all laughed.

  “That’s true.” Mick pointed to his blue ribbon, which he’d won during the shooting contest. “This is my first one of these.”

  Dylan smiled. “That’s saying something since everyone above the age of twelve competes in that one.”

  “You both also got to enjoy the Pet Parade, which Sugar and Annie led.”

  Mick, like everyone else, had seen a change in Dylan after he and his brother married Erica. The man was still tough as nails, but there was an ease and warmth that had never been there before.

  “And we enjoyed the amazing pancake breakfast and barbeque lunch.” Dustin patted his belly. “I’m still stuffed.”

  “That didn’t stop you from entering the pie-eating contest, bro.”

  “I couldn’t beat those college boys. Did you see how many they put away?”

  “I sure did. Ashton Powers took the blue ribbon and set a new record.”

  “Six pies in five minutes.” Dylan rubbed his chin. “That’ll hold for a long time.”

  “I bet you’re right, but Ben, his brother, got to five and a half. Who knows which one of them will win next year?” There were four Powers brothers and all were well thought of in Destiny.

  “What year of college do the younger twin Powers start in the fall?” Dylan asked.

  “It’s their last year, I believe.” Mick recalled that they were both majoring in farm and ranch management. “I’m glad they’re back for summer break.”

  “It was good to see smiles on Blaine and Brock’s face again.” Dustin sighed.

  “How long has it been since their wife’s disappearance?” Blaine and Brock were also twins but ten years older than the younger two, and were raising their two boys, ages six and seven, on their own.

  “It was five years ago last month,” Dylan answered. “Likely she’s dead, but they won’t give up hope.”

  Mick shook his head, hating to see his friends suffer with such a loss. “There’s no real closure for them, Dylan. Can you blame them?”

  “No.” Dylan stated quietly. “Blaine told me he and Brock are really glad to have their brothers home for the summer. They not only help Blaine with the ranch and Brock with his job as warden, but they also help with the boys.”

  Mick nodded. “Anyone can see how much Ashton and Ben love their nephews.”

  “The Swan is safely hidden.” Joanne’s voice came through Dylan’s speaker. “Clear to move the Wolves to the next location, Agent Strange.”

  “Roger that.” Dylan grinned. “Time to get you two suited up. Let’s move.” He opened the flap and they walked out of the tent, getting on his ROC. “Wolves on the move.”

  * * * *

  Dustin walked with Ethel and Mick out of the tent, followed by their groomsmen.

  The crowd took their seats and became silent as Wolfe Mayhem played a soft instrumental melody. The entire town was present and had joined in on throwing them a blowout wedding. The park was always decked out during the Summer Solstice Celebration, but tonight as the sun began to set it looked like something magical, with hues of lavender and blue in every flower and fabric decorating the space. Even the four dragon statues, which by tradition had been decorated by the children of Destiny for Solstice, sported ribbons and balloons of Paris’s wedding colors.

  As they took their positions on the stage, the bridesmaids began to walk down the aisle.

  He was anxious to see Paris, and clearly Mick was, too. She’d spent the night at her dad’s because of tradition, despite them already being married.

  Paris’s friends that she’d chosen to be her attendants started the processional down the aisle.

  First came, Amber, who was the only one of the three women not pregnant.

  Megan was next, whose every step was being watched by her two anxious husbands, Scott and Eric.

  Belle, Paris’s matron of honor, smiled and joined them on the stage.

  Last came Kimmie, Jena’s daughter, and Jake, Belle’s son, acting as flower girl and bearer of the rings.

  When Wolfe Mayhem started playing “Here Comes the Bride,” the crowd came to their feet and turned their attention to the back.

  He couldn’t stop smiling when he saw Paris come out of a tent with her father. She looked like an angel in the gorgeous white gown. A veil covered her face. His heart swelled in his chest with every step she took closer to him and Mick. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She’s mine. Mine and Mick’s.

  Dr. Cottrell gave her hands to him and Mick.

  As Ethel repeated the words she’d said in her office the day they’d legally been married, Dustin squeezed Paris’s hands. Yes, they were already married according to the laws of Colorado. But this wedding, the event all their friends and neighbors had so lovingly thrown for them, sealed it completely in the eyes of Destiny.

  Ethel smiled at the close of the vows. “I now pronounce you married again. Gentlemen, you may kiss your bride.”

  He swept Paris into his arms and kissed her soft, sweet lips. Mick did the same.

  The crowd cheered.

  He heard Megan groan.

  Eric and Scott ran to the stage.

  Megan shrugged. “My water just broke.”

  Dr. Cottrell jumped up. “I can handle this. You need to go enjoy your wedding night.

  Paris shook her head. “Dad, I’m a doctor. So is Dustin. You know how Destiny is. Everyone will want to be present for the baby’s birth.”

  “She’s right, Doc,” Mick said. “It’s the Destiny way.”

  Dr. Cottrell smiled. “I guess it is.”

  “Absolutely. This actually makes this day even better.” Dustin turned to the crowd. “We’re moving this party to the clinic. Our newest citizen is on her way.”

  Everyone jumped up and applauded.

  * * * *

  Paris took the baby from Katy, who had cleaned, weighed, and measured the precious bundle. “Seven pounds, ten ounces, and
twenty inches long.”

  Eric’s eyes were wide with joy. “That’s our girl.”

  “She’s perfect,” Scott said.

  Gretchen wiped her eyes. “So beautiful.”

  “Give her to me, please.” Megan held out her hands.

  Paris passed the baby over to her mother.

  “Hi, Gretchen Victoria Knight. I’m your mommy.”

  The other Gretchen’s jaw dropped. “What did you just say, Megan?”

  Megan held up the baby. “This is your grandma, honey. You have her same name.”

  Gretchen’s tears of joy fell down her cheeks.

  Walking into the hallway, Paris, Katy, and Dustin left the Knights to enjoy their daughter for a few moments alone.

  Mick and her dad were waiting for them.

  She stretched her arms over her head. “I better go tell the Destonians the good news.”

  Her dad gave her a hug. “I’m so proud of you. Go ahead and let everyone know about the baby and mother, but then I want you three to get out of here. This is your wedding night, for heaven’s sake. I can take it from here.”

  “Thanks, Dad.”

  After giving the announcement about Gretchen Victoria Knight, Paris walked to her car between Mick and Dustin.

  “How tired are you, sweetheart?” Mick asked.

  “Actually, I’m still wired after all the excitement.”

  “Me, too. How about you, bro?”

  Dustin nodded. “Same.”

  Mick grinned. “Why don’t we all go make our own baby?”

  “I like where your head is, brother.”

  They both turned her direction, gazing at her with their gorgeous eyes.

  “Yes, but may I make a suggestion as to where?” Hoping to get what she wanted, she added, “Please, Masters.”

  Their joint smiles were her reward.

  “Where, baby?” Dustin asked.

  “Will you take me to Phase Four?”

  He nodded.

  Mick smiled broadly. “Hell yeah, we’ll take you. Let’s go get ready. I can have my leathers on in fifteen minutes or less. We can be at the club in less than thirty.”

  She giggled. “Sir, I might need an hour to get ready. Don’t forget most of your stuff is at the ranch. Mine is still at my house.”

  “Not for long.”

  “I know. Moving day is next week.” She still couldn’t believe the Steele house was going to be their house. Except for not having a wraparound porch, it matched her dream to a tee—two stories, large windows, and the biggest lot ever. Five sections of pristine Colorado land. “Don’t forget I’m a woman. We take longer to get ready.”

  Mick kissed her on the cheek. “It’s not possible to forget you’re a woman, baby. You take as much time as you need.”

  “It’s been a long time since you guys took me to the club.”

  “A very long time.” Dustin put his arm around her shoulder. “Tonight will be the first of many.”

  She leaned into him, excitement firing throughout her body.

  “You still have that little red number, baby?” Dustin asked.

  “I sure do.”

  He grinned wickedly. “You look so cute in it. Wear that.”

  Mick shook his head. “But I like her black mini, bro. She looks so sexy in that one.”

  “Boys, why don’t you just let me surprise you.”

  “Good idea, sweetheart.” Mick kissed her. “Besides, you look good in anything.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The two outfits were laid out on the bed. Paris liked them both but each of her guys clearly favored one over the other, Mick preferring the black one and Dustin the red.

  She held up the red halter to her chest and stared at her reflection in the mirror. It showed more cleavage than the black’s top, something both of them she was sure would enjoy. She grabbed up the black mini. How could she make this work together? “I’ve got it.” She went to her dresser and pulled out her sexiest red thong. The skirt was short enough that her guys would see the tiniest hint of red from it. Giggling, she ran to her closet and pulled out her black stilettos.

  She dressed quickly.

  When Paris looked in the mirror again, she was pleased with the ensemble she’d created for Mick and Dustin. Would they be pleased, too?

  They were waiting for her in the living room.

  Time to find out.

  She grabbed her cell and clicked on “Fire it up.”

  She opened the door and danced all the way down the hallway to her sexy Doms.

  They jumped to their feet off the couch.

  “Damn, woman.” Mick, wearing his black leathers, moved to her right. “You look blistering hot.”

  Dustin, also in his Dom gear, stepped to her left. “Look how our little sub is trying to please us by combining her outfits.”

  “Do you like, Sirs?” she asked softly.

  Dustin pulled her in tight and planted one of the hottest kisses she’d ever had on her lips. “Damn right, I like.”

  Mick grabbed her and pressed his lips to hers, making her toes curl. “Me, too, sweetheart. I love how you look. I can’t wait to show you off at the club.”

  “She’s definitely going to turn heads,” Dustin said. “Nice song and dance, baby.”

  Mick laughed. “I guess it’s officially our song now.”

  “Fuck yeah, it is, brother.” Dustin’s eyes were filled with lusty heat. “Keep this up, sub, and we might not make it to the club tonight.”

  “Please, Masters.” She gave them her best little pouty look. “I really want to go to Phase Four.”

  Mick picked up his satchel, which she knew was filled with all kinds of sexual delights. “Let’s go.”

  Dustin nodded, grabbing up his own leather bag.

  They left, each holding one of her hands. By the time they walked into Phase Four, she was vibrating with excitement from head to toe.

  Zac Gold, the owner of the club, greeted them. “Good to see you newlyweds. I upgraded your choice of room to the Bridal Suite. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “You have a bridal suite here?” Mick’s eyebrows shot up. “I’ve never seen it.”

  “Neither have I,” Dustin added.

  “Why would you two? You weren’t married. Now you are.” Zac smiled broadly, handing them a key attached to a large silver chain. “Simple as that. It’s only given to newlyweds and people celebrating anniversaries. I’ll take you there.”

  They followed him into the main room of the club. There was a scene with a gothic theme being played out on one of the three stages with a submissive and her three Doms. Paris wondered if she would ever have the courage to be on display so publically. With Mick and Dustin by my side, I’m sure I would love it.

  They headed down the hallway where all the doors to the private rooms were lined. At the end of the hallway they came to a door with the words “Employees Only” on it.

  Zac opened it and motioned them through.

  Another passageway, though shorter than the one they’d just left, stretched out in front of them. There were four doors, two on each side. Unlike the other doors behind them, which were marked with numbers, these had single letters—Rooms V, B, P, and M.

  “Gold, you old dog.” Mick grinned. “How long have you had these secret rooms?”

  “Years.”

  “And they’re all for newlyweds.”

  He shook his head. “Just one of them. The others are…special for other things.”

  Paris couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Zac, does each of the letters stand for something?”

  “They sure do. The Bridal Suite is Room B.” Zac placed the key into the doorknob. “You’re all set.”

  “What about the other rooms? Won’t you tell us what they are for?”

  Zac shook his head and smiled. “Not a chance tonight, but maybe another time if you ever need them. Have fun.”

  Dustin took the key from him. “Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome.” Z
ac left, returning the way they’d just come.

  Mick opened the door to Room B and they all walked inside. Paris couldn’t believe her eyes. The massive space looked like a high-end bridal suite found in five-star hotels. Its soft pale yellow walls and comfy four-poster bed with fluffy pillows and a luxurious silk comforter looked dreamy to her. Flowers decorated the antique side tables and on the dresser was a bottle of champagne on ice along with a tray of chocolates used to spell out the words “Just Married.” The lit candles gave a warm glow to the room, illuminating the erotic items. Instead of the usual black, all the toys and furniture were gold.

  “Wow, this place is impressive,” Mick said.

  Dustin nodded. “Almost as good as the Gregory Peck Suite back at Maude’s hotel.”

  “Almost,” she said.

  He and Mick had promised to take her back to Wilde for a late honeymoon after they got settled into their new home.

  Mick set his satchel on the floor. “I should’ve said this earlier, but I didn’t think of it until now. Before we get started, I would like us to choose new safe words.”

  “Absolutely, brother.” Dustin patted him on the shoulder. “You’re a rancher now. Period.”

  They both turned to her, clearly expecting her to choose.

  “I was thinking about our song, Masters. What if “fire” is the word I use to let you know I’m feeling good, and “ashes” could be for caution, and “ice” would work as our hard stop? I’m sure I will never have to use that last one, because you both know exactly how to keep me burning just right.”

  They both smiled broadly.

  “Get a load of our little sub, brother.” Dustin cupped her chin. “She’s picked the perfect safe words for us.”

  “Yes, she has.” Mick came up behind her and cupped her ass.

  They caressed her body and stripped her out of her clothes, leaving only the thong on her. Being so exposed while they remained in their leathers made her feel so wonderfully vulnerable.

  They stepped back, each holding onto the article of clothing they liked the most, Dustin the red top and Mick the black leather skirt. Their hungry gazes went up and down her entire body.