The Sweetest Dish [Sweet Serenity 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Mia Ashlinn

  With mutual groans, they all collapsed in a humid heap. Their satisfied bodies squeezed together, curling around each other. They whispered words—some sweet, some loving, and even some naughty.

  Tired beyond belief, Ella lowered her eyelids. If she felt like this in the morning, she would lose the bet, and they wouldn’t have to help her cook for Thanksgiving. Sighing, she realized that even if they didn’t, they’d cooked something far sweeter tonight—love and acceptance.

  Despite Leila’s interference, they would be able to openly show the total, unvarnished truth to the world. They would deal with the backlash, and they would triumph over it because they accepted each other. They accepted their past, their present, and their future. And for her, those were damn sweet dishes.

  But still, Ella knew that nothing was as sweet as love. Not money. Not power. Not even revenge. Love was always the sweetest dish, and it always would be. With her husbands by her side, Ella planned to savor the sweetest dish every day of her life.

  * * * *

  Staring down at her sleeping son, warm tears trickled down Katie-Anne’s face. After today’s events, she wasn’t surprised to feel the moisture, just as she wasn’t shocked to hear her men filing in the nursery. Swinging around to face them, she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

  Shane frowned, his gorgeous face crinkling in overt concern. He advanced into the room and had her in his arms before she could bat an eyelash. As his massive hands went around her waist, she crumpled, the tears taking over. She attempted to hold them back, but she failed.

  With a sigh, she collapsed into her husband’s solid arms. The strength of the man she loved, the power behind his touch, seeped into her body, and she sighed again. Softening against Shane, she snaked her arms around his lean waist and held onto him like an anchor in the midst of a storm. She laid her check on his chest, the thump-thump-thump of his heart calming her.

  “Come on,” Shane whispered into her ear, his voice so low she barely heard him. Without warning, he grasped her ass with his beefy hands and hauled her up. She gasped but wrapped her legs around his waist and encircled his thick neck with her diminutive hands.

  Snuggling her face into the curve of his neck, she nodded. “Mmm, okay.” She didn’t know whether or not he made out her words. But he seemed to.

  Carrying her out of Kane’s nursery with one arm supporting her, Shane smoothed his other hand down her back then up again, continually caressing her from neck to ass. He stalked across the hallway to their bedroom, closing the door softly behind her.

  She sighed in relief when she spotted the baby monitor on the side table. The light blinked brightly, indicating that it had been turned on. Closing her eyes, she sobbed. And she didn’t stop. Not when Shane handed her to Landon. Not when Landon lowered her onto the bed. Not even when both her men spooned her body between their big ones.

  “I–I–I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I don’t know what’s w–wrong with me.”

  Landon shushed her. “We know what’s going on. Deke just called for the fourth time today. He talked to Reed again. They’ve been working hard all day to put everything together. Needless to say, they’ve kept us on top of the situation.”

  Fuck. If her brother-in-law had spoken with his private investigator, he’d been told everything. Knowing Reed Mulligan, Deke knew everything plus some. And if Deke knew then Shane knew, which meant Landon knew, too.

  Wiping her tears, Shane kissed her heated cheeks. He jumped from one side to the next then back again. Finally, he pulled back and said, “Little one, it’ll be all right. We’ll take care of everything.”

  “I don’t want you to take care of Leila,” she muttered. “I want you to take care of me.”

  Her Dom appeared in front of her, her husband fading away fast. “I’ll always take care of you,” he said. He sounded offended, almost insulted. “You know that.”

  “No,” she responded, her throaty tone not recognizable to her ears. She cupped his chiseled cheek. “I want you to make me forget. I need you to finish what we started this morning—with no holding back.”

  Shane shook his head. “Not until after we talk.”

  Katie-Anne glowered. “I don’t want to talk.”

  “But we do,” Landon said from behind her. “Explain to us why you’re so upset, kitten. I thought you wanted people to know about TL.”

  “I do.” But I don’t. “I’m just frustrated. This announcement wasn’t on my terms. I didn’t authorize it. I didn’t reveal it personally.” Lowering her eyes, she fought to hide the rest of her fears from the men. “That’s all it is.”

  Tilting her head back with his index finger, Shane stared deeply into her eyes. His gaze probed hers, and she squirmed nervously. He would be able to see there was more to her upset. He would demand to know why. And she didn’t want to deal with the truth right now. It was too screwy, and she still didn’t understand it completely.

  With her hormones being out of whack like they had been since she delivered Kane, she shook her head. “No,” she said stubbornly.

  “You will talk,” Shane informed her. “One way or another, we will find out what has tears in those pretty eyes of yours.”

  Clamping her jaw shut, she averted her gaze a second time. Shane didn’t stop her or try to capture her attention again, and the men fell silent. Unable to take the deafening noiselessness, she sighed. “Fine. I just found myself. I just found happiness. Now something is coming that could change everything.” She nibbled on her bottom lip. “I don’t want anything to change. I love everything the way it is.”

  “What do you think is going to change?” Shane asked. He placed his finger over her lips when she went to answer him. “Our love for you isn’t going to change. Our lives together won’t change. The people in this town won’t let outsiders hurt you any more than we would.”

  Landon stroked her hip in smooth sweeps. “Kitten, change is inevitable. But this piece of news to the public won’t have some massive effect on you. I think you are blowing it out of proportion.”

  Maybe she was. Maybe she wasn’t. She wasn’t sure, and she didn’t like not knowing. “What if it does?” she asked. “What will I do when people recognize me as TL Jacobsen?” She knew they would. Her art had become too popular, too notorious for people not to care who she truly was.

  “You’ll do what you always do,” Shane replied. “You’ll be your beautiful self.”

  Up until ten months ago, she would have laughed at Shane’s declaration. She would have probably hurt herself laughing. She’d spent the majority of her life pretending to be something she wasn’t. But with these two men’s love, she’d managed to find who and what she was. She’d found a way to accept the person living inside her.

  “I—”

  “You’ll be proud of who you are,” Landon added, murmuring softly into her ear. She trembled, his sexy voice sending tiny shivers down her spine. “Just like we are.”

  “I—”

  “You’ll love who you are. You’ll love what you do,” Shane continued. “Just like we do.”

  “God, I—”

  “You’ll smile and make small talk. Then you’ll go on your way without another thought,” Landon said with a nip to her ear. “Just like we will. Then we’ll go home together, and we’ll love each other, like we always do. This is not going to change the woman inside of you, the woman we adore with every breath in our bodies.”

  Tears welled in her eyes again. The men she’d married knew exactly what to say. They knew exactly what to do. And not surprisingly, they did it. Shane kissed her that very second. He didn’t hold back. He didn’t wait. His lips met hers, and his tongue slid moistly into her mouth. He kissed her in a drawn-out, drugging kiss, leaving her shaking from head to toe.

  Landon peppered her neck with hot kisses, his tongue skating out occasionally for little licks. His hand fisted at her hip, clenching her close. He ground his erection into her back. She moaned into Shane’s mouth.

  Wrenching his lip
s from hers, Shane smiled. His sinister expression caused a thrill to shoot through her body. “Now, little one, you asked us to make you forget. You asked us to finish what we started this morning. I think we can handle that.”

  Chapter 14

  Watching Shane slide across the ginormous bed and further away from her, Katie-Anne shivered. She wasn’t sure if it was the cool air besieging her as his body heat disappeared or if it was the arousing expectation of what was to come that wracked her body. The man behind her didn’t give her a chance to dwell on it before he slipped away, too.

  Katie-Anne protested at the loss of Landon. Like her other husband, he distanced his body from hers before lifting himself off the bed completely, leaving her alone and bereft on the mattress. She bit her lip as she waited—for what, she didn’t know.

  Unable to see either man, she sat up and immediately wished she hadn’t. Both of her husbands stood at the foot of the bed. They wore identical expressions of carnality, but that wasn’t what snagged her attention. It was the tray of orgasmic goodies sitting beside them. When they’d entered the room earlier, she’d been too upset to notice anything. Obviously her lack of attention was going to bite her in the ass. Or fuck me there.

  Standing erect, Shane stared straight at her. His piercing eyes clashed with hers, sending her heartbeat careening. He grinned, a smile as predatory as seductive. “You made some very interesting accusations this morning that concern me.”

  Landon nodded.

  “You think we are being gently dominant with you. You believe we’ve never gone all Dom on you. A spanking here and there doesn’t count. Is this correct?”

  Unease trickled into Katie-Anne’s veins. The edge and darkness in his tone, the power and control in his presence, unnerved her. She wasn’t used to this side of Shane being unleashed on her. She didn’t know what to do, how to respond. So she remained unmoved. She remained silent.

  “Correct?” he repeated.

  She nodded. “I—”

  “No speaking,” Shane growled. “I think there’s some confusion.”

  “I do, too,” Landon retorted.

  Shane silenced Landon with a fierce look. “We haven’t been gentle for our sake, Katie-Anne. We’ve been that way for yours.”

  “But I–”

  This time, he silenced her. “I told you no talking.” Pacing from one end of the bed to the other, he explained, “When you were pregnant, it wasn’t an option for us to push your boundaries. The risk was too much for you and Kane.”

  Holding her position, she remained quiet as he obviously wanted her to.

  “After you had Kane, you seemed to pull away from us,” Shane said as he lifted his hands to his shirt while he walked. One by one, he slipped the buttons through the holes then removed his shirt. “We thought you were tired.” He lowered his hands to the tight jeans he wore. Undoing the snap, he dragged the zipper down, drifting south slowly. “Then we believed you were stressed. And finally we worried that you were struggling with postpartum depression.”

  “I’m not.” She gasped. “I wasn’t.”

  “We know that,” Landon assured her as he grabbed the hem of his favorite Colts sweatshirt. He tugged the tattered fabric over his head, allowing the material to float to the floor. He dipped his hands underneath the loose-fitting waistband of the jogging shorts he wore to bed most nights then slithered them down his long legs before stepping out of the fabric puddle at his feet. “But we still worried about you, kitten.”

  Keeping his eyes on her, Shane paused and pushed his jeans over his hips then down to the floor. He immediately kicked the fabric off to the side. Rising up to his full height, he gave her an eyeful. His big, proud cock strained toward her, the tip weeping unabashedly. “The reasoning isn’t important. We just didn’t want to push you or pressure you. You had too much going on to deal with dominant husbands demanding your submission.”

  Katie-Anne didn’t like what her husbands were telling her. They actually believed she didn’t want them to dominate her. They thought she didn’t need to deal with the dominance and submission of their relationship. What a bunch of idiots. She’d been fucking jealous. She’d been hurt. Hell, she’d been concerned about her post-pregnancy weight gain. Despite their contrary statements, she’d been convinced that something had to be wrong with her. Otherwise, they would have fucked her like they fucked each other.

  “I thought you didn’t like my body anymore,” she admitted, her unequivocal honesty embarrassing her. She flushed, her cheeks burning as the flames licked up her skin. “This morning, I felt beautiful for the first time in a while. My hips didn’t look so wide. My stomach didn’t seem so flabby. My ass didn’t look saggy. I don’t know. I just felt good. When I walked into the kitchen, I snapped. I wanted more.”

  “Until you ran,” Landon muttered. He curled his lengthy fingers around the considerable girth of his cock, caressing his hardness. He lazily glided his hand up and down the gorgeous shaft. His skin moved with his hand, the rhythmic pull and release catching her eye. “You said we scared you.”

  “No,” she screeched, flying off the bed and launching herself at them. “I could never be scared of you.”

  Shane reached out and caught her before she ran into either of the men. He spun her in a circle until she faced him then jerked her into his arms in a smooth, swift move. He smiled down at her, the devilish glint in his eyes silently speaking to her. “You should be very scared of me right now. I will not tolerate you talking down about your body. It’s beautiful and perfect.” Descending his head, he nipped her bottom lip. “And it’s mine. Now strip. I want to see my woman’s body. Then I want to fuck it.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she managed breathlessly, feeling more beautiful, more perfect than she ever had in her life. The way his eyes burned into her flesh. The way his touch scorched her skin. She felt powerful—strong enough to submit to whatever they craved.

  Sauntering away from her husbands on trembling legs, Katie-Anne twirled around until she was positioned by the bed, her body facing theirs. She locked her gaze with Shane’s then removed her clothes, taking her sweet time as she did. Slowly, oh so slowly, she stepped out of the last stitch of her clothing and stood in front of them—vulnerable and exposed.

  “Beautiful,” Landon breathed, advancing on her. But Shane stopped him. He slapped a hand across the blond man’s flat abs and shook his head. Landon grumbled but listened. Unfortunately.

  Shane grabbed Landon’s hand then tugged, hauling him into his side effortlessly. He kissed Landon—from what she saw, he kissed him thoroughly—before releasing him. “Get the lube and the plug.”

  A shiver worked its way through her body, tiny chill bumps erupting all over her skin and racing across the surface. She moaned as Landon stalked across the room, his long, purposeful strides eating up the distance quickly. Before she knew it, he was back—with the plug, a bottle of lube, and a sinful smirk.

  Unable to help herself, she grinned. “I love when you look at me like that.”

  “Like what?” he asked, knowingly. “Naked? Or horny?”

  “A little bit of both,” she retorted. Lowering her eyes to his thick cock, she tacked on, “Not that you’re little, by any means.”

  Landon’s smirk grew. “I’m glad you like.”

  Shane cleared his throat noticeably, and she snapped to attention. Whoops. “On all fours,” he ordered, pointing toward the side of the bed. “Landon’s going to slide that big plug in your tight little ass while you fuck me with your mouth.”

  “God, yes.” She sighed.

  Moving to where he’d told her to, she sank to her knees. She leaned forward then braced her hands on the floor. With a secretive smile, she wiggled her hips in Landon’s direction. “Come and get me,” she demanded.

  “Katie-Anne,” Shane murmured, a distinct warning patent in his guttural tone. “Behave. I would prefer not to spank you tonight since you think they don’t count.”

  Oh they count. I want them to count. I wa
nt you to wear my ass out—in more ways than one.

  Shane widened his legs, planting his feet on the floor on either side of her shoulders. He groaned as he took his massive cock in hand. Grasping the root, he pumped his shaft in short spurts. The erratic strokes caught her off guard, as did the hands spreading her ass cheeks apart.

  Surprised, Katie-Anne squealed. She shoved her ass back toward Landon, but he didn’t acknowledge her in any way. Irritated, she grunted. “Landon.”

  “Yes, kitten?”

  Shane didn’t allow her to answer. He thrust his lean hips and propelled his powerful cock into her mouth as soon as she opened wide to speak. Burrowing forward, he sent his dick all the way to her throat. She instinctively swallowed when the wet tip bumped against the sensitive back, setting off her gag reflex. Breathing through her nose carefully, she relaxed her jaw, allowing him to fuck her face like he always did—him controlling, her taking.

  Katie-Anne jumped as a cool, wet liquid dribbled onto the cleft above her ass. The moisture started at the top of the crack dividing her cheeks then slowly slithered down. She wiggled with each inch the slick fluid covered.

  Unexpectedly, Shane tapped her jaw bone. She looked up at him as he looked down at her, and their eyes met at precisely the same time. “Up here.” He grunted, the sound of an aroused man in the throes of lust. “Look at me.”

  She did. From his blue-green eyes blazing at her to his jaw ticking furiously, she couldn’t tear her attention from him.

  Shane cleared his throat as Landon placed the blunt head of the anal plug against her back opening. Rimming her rosette, he teased her in soft, shallow grazes. His superficial touch was not nearly enough. Pushing back, she beseeched him to do something, to do anything.

  And he did. He slipped the tip into her rear entrance. The soft silicone coasted in easily, the burn starting out at a mere simmer. As he tunneled in further, the heat amplified, and her ass stretched to take the tapered toy. She felt him meet resistance at her sphincter, but that minute detail didn’t deter him. He forged on, pressing forward until her ass enveloped the entire plug.