Seduced By My Doms BN

by Jenna Jacob

His words stabbed my heart like a knife, twisting with an agony that stole my breath. Could he and James simply turn and walk away? Go on as if I never existed…never mattered? Ian was so simple, yet so complicated. He could be could be brutally honest, and intimidatingly direct—like now—or lighthearted, sarcastic, and funny. Unfortunately, the latter Ian was no longer sitting next to me. I was forced to deal with the big, bad, Alpha Dom side of him now. James wielded his Dominance with a softer hand, while Ian ruled his command like a Czar. It made me want to kick and scream, stick my tongue out at him and stomp my feet, like a petulant child.

  “So I’m nothing more than an expendable submissive? Another Destiny to you two?” The words spilled off my tongue like acid.

  “No. You’ve…” He issued a soft humorless scoff. “For a woman we’ve only known a few short days, you’ve crawled deep inside us, little one. Walking away from you would pretty much devastate both of us, and that’s the truth.”

  “Then why be so brutal about this?”

  “I’m not trying to be brutal, just honest.”

  Yes, Ian was blatantly honest, to a fault.

  “My brother’s dead, Ian. There’s nothing anyone can do to change that. Give it a rest. I’m not in the mood to slice myself open so you can inspect the mangled pieces of my past.”

  “I don’t give a shit if you’re in the mood or not,” Ian replied on a choking air of entitlement. “Coming to terms with your past has a price, just like nothing good comes easy. That’s not news to you, I’m sure. You worked hard to be the nurse you are, but are you willing to work as hard for our relationship to work? If you want something badly enough, you’ll find a way to make it happen.”

  “I do want this, Ian.”

  “Good, because we want it, too. Difference is, we’re not the ones dragging our feet. You say you want it? Prove it.”

  Ian had taken a scalpel to the last fragile layer protecting my heart, exposing my most reprehensible secret. I needed to buy more time. Time to prepare for the fallout once they discovered I’d failed to save the most important person in my life.

  “I’m waiting,” Ian prodded with a scowl. “But my patience is running out, girl.”

  Keeping my eyes on the taillights of James’ truck, I opened my mouth and began to spill every embarrassing and pathetic detail of my life. All of it; from the double-standard expectations my mother drilled into my head, and how she kicked my father out for being gay, to the unforgivable way Councilman Cromwell—as well as myself—played a hand in Dayne’s suicide.

  Thankfully I had to concentrate on the road and not buckle beneath the weight of my remorse, revealing every scandalous detail. Ian sat silently, taking it all in. In fact, he didn’t say a word, even after I’d pulled into James’ driveway and parked behind his truck.

  Ian simply stared out the windshield, as if trying to process everything I’d said. Anxiety blossomed in my belly. Had I been too honest? Did he think me beyond redemption due to my dysfunctional upbringing? Maybe he finally realized the badge of guilt I wore for Dayne’s death had been duly earned. I had a feeling Ian now regretted becoming involved with me, that the landmines within me were too great a risk to guide me any further down the path. The longer he sat, lost in his own thoughts, the more convinced I became that total honesty wasn’t truly what Ian wanted to hear.

  Regret bled through my veins. The interminable silence left me nowhere to run, other than to conclusions and I quickly convinced myself that this new and glorious relationship was over. It was bitter irony that I’d managed to lose Ian, James, and Ryan, all in one day.

  I didn’t bother to shut off my engine, I knew as soon as Ian climbed out of my car we would be through. I wouldn’t beg or plead for a second chance, because nothing I could do or say would erase my past. Besides, I wasn’t about to cause a scene and tell them all their boasting and bragging about honesty was nothing but bullshit. No, I wouldn’t sully the magic we’d shared. Instead, I’d savor the memories and hopefully part as friends.

  Gripping the steering wheel beneath white knuckles, I clenched my jaw, willing back the tears that threatened to fall. James climbed from his truck. His happy smile melted as he cocked his head and pinned me with a quizzical stare.

  My heart lodged in my throat. How was I going to find the strength to leave these men? The thought alone sliced me in half. Our time together would haunt me forever. But I would persevere. I’d sweep my regret under the carpet—add them to my other numerous failures—and carry on.

  James narrowed his eyes. As if clairvoyantly reading my mind, his lips tightened into a thin line before he stormed toward my car.

  Don’t beg. Don’t fight. Just bow out gracefully and leave.

  Finally, Ian swiveled in his seat. I felt his eyes boring into the side of my head. Cupping my cheeks, he drew my attention back to him.

  “I don’t know how you’ve done it, Liz. But you managed to plow your way through a metric ton of shit in your life. And somehow you came out on the other side, one of the most amazing, loving, caring women I’ve ever met. Do you have any idea the inner strength you possess?”

  Tears swelled in my eyes. I choked on a sob of relief as Ian’s warm hands held me firm. The visceral connection between us only served to reinforce how rash and reckless my thoughts had been. How could I have been so stupid? So blind?

  Tears tumbled down my cheeks, and Ian read the relief in my eyes. His expression morphed into shock, then sympathy, before rolling into a dark and stormy thundercloud like the skies above.

  Beside me, the car door jerked open. I snapped my head from Ian’s hands as James reached inside and turned off the ignition. Unclasping my seat belt, he glared at me, his face lined in rage.

  “Out of the car. Now,” James bellowed, as he took a step back. “Why are you crying? What the fuck has happened?”

  “I’m okay.” I sniffed, turning back at Ian. “It was a misunderstanding on my part.”

  Reaching down, I gave his hand a squeeze, then climbed out and rushed into James’ arms. Refusing to let go or explain my rollercoaster emotions, I simply held him tight.

  The passenger door slammed shut, and seconds later Ian pulled me into his arms.

  “You can’t spend your whole life waiting for the other shoe to fall, Liz. And I’m going to spank some sense into your ass until you realize James and I are in this for the long haul. Do you understand me, sub?”

  A deaf person couldn’t miss the conviction and authority in Ian’s voice. James pressed in behind me. The buttery warmth of his body seeped into my veins. Their masculine scent swirled around me like a cyclone of reassurance, forcing my imagined rejection away.

  “Why are you crying?” James asked again. His velvet voice rippled over me in a cascading waterfall of serenity.

  “I—I was afraid that neither of you would want me anymore,” I confessed, no longer frightened to let the truth to flow off my tongue.

  “You what?” James barked. “Why the hell would you think that?”

  “We have our work cut out for us,” Ian soothed. “We have a hell of a strong woman between us. Problem is, she doesn’t realize it. At least not yet.”

  Pride filled me as Ian slanted his lips over mine.

  James nuzzled the slope of my neck. “You’ll have to fill me in,” he murmured against my flesh. “Let’s head inside so we can sit down and talk.”

  Ian stepped back. “It won’t be nearly as hard to tell the second time,” he promised, sliding his hand to my spine and leading me toward the front door.

  Peeking over my shoulder, I watched James grab my overnight bag from the backseat before jogging up to Ian and me. Slinging his arm around my waist, my Doms guided me inside the house.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  While Ian phoned in our order of Chinese delivery, James helped me unpack in his room. A short time later, the three of us sat sprawled out on the leather couch, eating fried rice, Lo Mein, and Kung Pao shrimp. The conversation over dinner was airy and light, bu
t the elephant in the room loomed and was impossible to miss. Pressing a hand to my belly, I announced that I was full. Ian took the chopsticks from my hand and placed a sweet kiss on each of my palms.

  “You may begin, again,” Ian instructed.

  With a timid nod, I turned to face James. Raising my chin, I began revealing to him all that I had told Ian in the car. But he’d been wrong. It wasn’t as easy the second time around. I didn’t have the luxury to focus on anything other than James and the expressions fluttering over his handsome face.

  When I was finished spilling everything to James I held my breath and sent up a silent prayer that he would view my brackish background with the same unguarded acceptance as Ian.

  “So, you’ve been blaming yourself for Dayne’s suicide, all these years?” James asked. I nodded, and he exhaled a heavy sigh. “Oh, baby…no.”

  He reassured me that I had no control over my brother’s decision, the same way Ian had. While they had eased my burden of guilt, I finally understood, deep down, that Dayne had made his own choices. But that did little to ease the pain that he chose to leave me.

  “I believe you both, I do. But I’ve spent so many years taking on the onus for his death, I don’t know quite how to absolve myself.”

  “We’ll find a way to help you work through that. If you’ll let us,” Ian vowed. “I’m more concerned about the affect your mother has had on your life, little one. But at least now I understand where all your damn self-reproach comes from. You do realize she wasn’t—”

  “—Worth a shit as a role model? Yes, I know,” I cut in with a cynical tone.

  “But you’re a grown woman, Liz.” Ian pointed out the obvious. “You can choose to keep letting her brainwash you or leave her shit in the past.”

  “That’s easier said than done,” I groused.

  “Yes, but sometimes you have to make a conscious decision to let go of the things that make you unhappy.” Ian scowled.

  Like Ryan.

  “Remember what I told you in the car? If you want something badly enough, you’ll find a way to make it happen.” Ian said with a condescending ‘I told you so’ smirk, then sobered. “That applies to honesty, and forgiveness, and a whole bunch more.”

  Curled together on the couch, we talked until the wee hours of the morning. Between Ian and James, the psychologist from Genesis Tony had nothing on my Doms.

  Mentally and emotionally exhausted by the time we were done, I felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. Putting the suggestions Ian and James offered into practical use would be hard. But as they took great pleasure in reminding me: ‘You are a strong woman.’ I vowed to meet the challenge, put my past to rest, and move forward.

  As we stripped and climbed into James’ big bed, I couldn’t keep my eyes off their sculpted bodies or their long, heavy cocks tempting me to drop to my knees and bring them pleasure.

  James flashed me a menacing frown. His thick erection jerked. “Stop looking at me like that, girl.”

  “Why?” I giggled.

  “Because, we’re not doing anything but holding you tonight.”

  The smile fell from my mouth. “That’s all?” I asked as seeds of rejection sprouted in my belly.

  “Knock that shit off, this instant,” Ian growled. “Just because we don’t plan to fuck you doesn’t mean we don’t ache to, so get that notion out of your head. Tonight this bed is for aftercare.”

  “We’re not willing to risk you taking another slide into sub-drop,” James explained as he climbed into bed and patted the mattress. “We opened you up sexually last night and emotionally tonight. So get your sexy little ass into bed so we can hold you.”

  Scampering onto the bed, I rolled toward him. Instinctively, my hand reached for his ready cock, but I splayed my palm over his abs instead.

  “This is going to be hard,” I moaned.

  “We’re already hard,” Ian growled, fisting his cock, then begrudgingly dropping his hand. “Sub-drop isn’t our only concern. Your cunt and ass have to be sore.”

  “I’m not that sore, Sir,” I assured with a shy smile.

  “You are, for what we want to put you through,” James taunted. “Now close your eyes and go to sleep before you shred what’s left of our control.”

  Safely enmeshed between their bodies, I fell asleep in seconds flat.

  The next morning, I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and the sounds of Ian gently snoring in my ear. I couldn’t wipe the silly grin off my face as I turned and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Only seven thirty, I had plenty of time to snuggle with my Doms before work. Burrowing deeper between their savage bodies, I closed my eyes.

  “Going back to sleep?” James murmured in a deep, dreamy voice.

  When I peeked up at him, I noticed he hadn’t even opened his eyes.

  “Not if you have something else in mind.” I smirked, rolling my thigh against his hard erection.

  “Tonight. When you come back here after work.” Blindly, James reached up and cupped my breast before kneading the flesh with his fingers. My nipples instantly tightened and tingled.

  “You’re not seriously planning on getting me all hot and bothered then shoving me out the door to deal with death and dismemberment, are you?”

  “Pretty much,” he chuckled. Slitting one eye open, a broad smile crawled across his lips. I stuck out my bottom lip and looked up at him with the saddest expression I could muster. “Keep doing that thing with your lip, and I’ll fill your mouth, then send you off to work wet and wanting, girl.”

  Like that’s a bad thing?

  “Not without me helping out, too,” Ian grumbled, dropping his hand to my pussy.

  A quivering gasp filled my lungs as electricity pulsed, zapping the remnants of sleep from my brain. Rolling my hips, I arched into Ian’s hand.

  “Isn’t it a national holiday or something today?” Ian smirked. “I could have sworn we had the day off.”

  “I wish,” James groaned. “We should declare today National Orgasm Day. What do you think?”

  “I vote yes,” Ian replied without hesitation.

  I chuckled. “It sounds like a marvelous idea, but I played hooky yesterday. If I called in sick, Cindy would make me come in so Doctor Reynolds could give me a thorough exam. I doubt a diagnosis of extreme horniness would be considered an excused absence.”

  “Probably not.” Ian smirked, squeezing the top of my mound. “So before things get too out of hand we should probably get up.”

  Begrudgingly, we left the big bed, and all the sexual promise it held. James and Ian tugged on their jeans—carefully tucking in and buttoning up.

  “We’ll make you some breakfast, little one. Hop in the shower and get ready for work.”

  “You’re making pancakes, right?” I laughed.

  “Anchovy ones, just for you,” Ian replied. A twinkle of mischief danced in his eyes.

  “Don’t forget the bell peppers,” I quipped with a sassy grin.

  “And caviar,” James piped up with a grin.

  Wrinkling my nose, I pressed a palm to my stomach. “I’ll just have coffee, thanks.”

  Ian arched a brow. “You’ll eat what we—”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I know: whatever you want me to eat.”

  “Oh, girl. You won’t be sleeping on your back tonight,” Ian warned. “Your ass will be way too red.”

  “Promise?” I giggled.

  “We need to tackle the topic of topping from the bottom with her,” Ian drawled, flashing James a disgruntled stare.

  “I have a feeling that’s going to be a daily discussion.” James grinned.

  After they sauntered out of the room, I darted into the shower. Eating breakfast was going to be a challenge sitting across from my two shirtless Doms. I didn’t realize just how big a challenge it would be until I’d dried my hair, dressed and sat down at the table. James and Ian wouldn’t keep their hands or lips off me. I wasn’t sure if they were attempting to thwart
another onslaught of sub-drop, or wanted to savor the few hours we had until the real world intruded and popped our perfect, happy bubble. One thing for sure, I wasn’t going to complain. I could easily grow accustomed to the way they pampered me, not to mention the scrumptious view of their naked chests.

  “We’re going to drive you to work today,” Ian announced as he jabbed his fork into a huge chuck of pancakes. “We’ll be there to pick you up after your shift.”

  “Why? The kissing pervert isn’t still hanging out in the parking garage anymore,” I stated, flashing James a crooked smile.

  “Ryan,” he replied, wearing a look of concern.

  Nodding, I nibbled my lip and realized I needed to tie up the loose ends with my ex, quickly.

  “Call him. Set up a meeting at Maurizio’s the next night you’re off work,” Ian instructed.

  I was grateful they’d waited to broach the topic of Ryan until after I’d eaten. The food on my plate made my stomach pitch in a queasy roll. Standing, I cleared my dishes off in the sink. James came up behind me and pressed a kiss against my neck.

  “We’re not trying to run your life, Liz. We’re worried about your safety.”

  “I know. It’s just… I’m not used to—”

  “Having people care and want to protect you.” James exhaled heavily. “It’s high time.”

  The morning flew by, and too soon James pulled up in front of the hospital. Their long, lingering, toe-curling kisses made me want to race back to the house, toss off my scrubs, run down the hall and jump back into bed. But obligation and dedication won out in the end as Ian helped me out of the truck. Smiling and feeling more complete than ever before, I gave them a little wave and watched them drive away. Starting life anew was a glorious feeling, indeed.

  When I clocked in, Cindy pulled me aside, drilling me with questions about my bout with the ‘flu’. After convincing her it was nothing more than a twenty-four hour bug, she reluctantly declared me fit for duty.

  “Oh, I almost forgot. Yesterday after you left? That hunky friend of Trevor’s came down to see you. And he brought another hottie with him.” Cindy smirked.