Broken Arrow

by Tymber Dalton

  The men had asked her if she wanted to play tonight, but she was honest when she said she wasn’t sure. Playing in the privacy of their own home was one thing. She’d even stepped up to them doing light bondage on her with leather cuffs that could easily be unclipped, vibrator play, and bare-handed smacks on her ass that she found turned her on and made orgasms even better when timed just right.

  But playing where other people could see them—could see her—even if most of them were really close friends…

  That was a step she wasn’t sure if she was ready to take yet. Even if they didn’t play, she didn’t rule out sexy time with them.

  She trusted that they wouldn’t push her, wouldn’t badger her or try to get her to do something she really didn’t want to do, even though they could likely talk her into it if they tried hard enough. That was one of the things she’d come to love the most about her guys, her utter trust in them to follow through with what they said, to always err on the side of caution when it came to her and her heart. Justin King and Cody Walker always put her first in their lives, which meant she would always put them first in hers.

  Well, a dead-heat tie for first place, but same thing.

  * * * *

  Brooke wasn’t prepared when the music cut off just after dark. Then she realized she and her men were sort of standing in the middle of everyone on the lanai with everyone’s attention focused on them.

  When had that happened?

  She didn’t know, but she suddenly felt very uneasy.

  Even more so when her men took her by the hands as Seth spoke up.

  “Everyone quiet down, please. Cody and Justin have something they want to say.”

  Her eyes started tearing up when she spotted Eliza standing front and center, a beaming smile on her face and wiping away tears of her own.

  “Brooke,” Justin said, “it’s no secret to anyone here that we aren’t just in love with you, but we love you. We’d be idiots not to tell you this in front of everyone we hold near and dear to us in this community.”

  Cody continued. “We promised you when we first started this journey that while we’re both Dominants, we will never force you to submit to us. And we mean that. So it didn’t feel right for us to offer you a collar when we knew that wasn’t what you wanted.”

  “Instead,” Justin said, pulling something out of his pocket, “we wanted to offer you this ring.” They both dropped to one knee in front of her. “Will you marry us? Well, technically will you marry Cody, since you can’t marry us both, but you know what we mean.”

  “Please?” Cody asked.

  She wasn’t sure what to say, but apparently she’d started nodding because applause and cheers broke out all around them and her men wore beaming smiles as they slipped the ring onto her left ring finger, stood, and enveloped her in their arms, both of them taking turns kissing her.

  “But why Cody?” she asked. “Not that it matters. How did you decide that?”

  Cody grinned. “It was his idea. That’s why he got to officially pop the question and present you with the ring.”

  “But why?”

  “Well,” Justin said, “You’ll still have the same initials if you marry Cody.”

  “I don’t care about that.”

  Justin arched an eyebrow at her. His Dom look, as she thought of it. “Really? You would forever want your initials to be ‘BK’ if you married me? Can you imagine the fast-food restaurant jokes Eliza would run with?”

  She blinked. “Um, now that you mention it, no offense, but I’m good with marrying Cody.”

  Justin laughed as he leaned in and kissed her. “We figured you’d say that.”

  * * * *

  Later on, once the congratulations had ebbed to a natural conclusion and others had started—or continued—playing, she wrapped her arms around Justin from behind. “How about we take a dip in the pool?” she asked.

  He turned, as did Cody, grins on their faces.

  “Naked?” Cody asked.

  “Sure. Why not?”

  Cody went to get their towels while Justin led her out and around to the far end of the pool where no one currently was. On the far end, another couple was slowly fucking in the water, just their heads above the surface but their movements clearly evident.

  Justin made her look up into his green eyes. “Focus on me,” he softly said. “No one’s paying any attention to us.”

  From inside the house, she heard the unmistakable sound of a violet wand being fired up, and Cali’s voice yelling, “Fuckin’ ow, Max! Turn that fuckin’ thing down or I’ll zap your goddamned balls with it!”

  He smiled. “See? Everyone’s watching that show.”

  Cody returned with their towels. “Holy crap, Cali’s about to rip Max a new one.”

  “What about Sean?” she asked.

  “He’s tied up on their latest Doom and laughing his ass off,” Cody said.

  Justin gently tipped her chin so she was staring into his eyes again, a playful smile on his face. “Eyes on me,” he said.

  Something about his tone was…different. Kind of the same tone he used when topping someone.

  Her clit throbbed. Yes, she was slowly letting both men take over more control of her at home. She’d never be a heavy masochist, or a full-on slave, but these were her men and she trusted them.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her.

  They had her stripped and in the warm water almost before she realized it. Cody sat on the edge of the pool, his cock rigid and ready, while Justin stood behind her in the pool and buried his cock inside her.

  He leaned in, his arms around her, holding her. “Now, you’re going to be our good girl and suck his cock while I fuck you, aren’t you, baby?”

  She whimpered, her pussy clenching around his cock. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  Sometimes, alone in bed with them, she found herself calling them that.

  It was getting easier to do every time, and they never required her to do it.

  But she saw the way it lit up their faces when she did.

  “Such a good girl,” Justin softly cooed, easing her up to the edge of the pool. “Suck his cock good.”

  Justin slid a hand between her legs, finding her clit and playing with it while she sucked down Cody’s cock. Her eyes fell closed, softly moaning as Cody’s hands gently clasped the sides of her head.

  “Such a good girl,” Cody whispered. “Sucking my cock here in the pool while Justin makes you come for us. Such a good girl.”

  Yes, she knew they knew exactly what they were doing to her. Every time they used those words, they made sure to do it in such a way to reinforce all the good, all the love, all the positives there were to them being part of her life.

  They never gave her a reason not to want them there. And they’d damn sure proven over the weeks and months of her father’s rehab that they were devoted to her, and to her dad as her father, in how they willingly jumped in to help. Whether to take time off from work to take him to appointments, or to take up the slack in the housework to make sure she didn’t have to do it after working in the shop all day, they’d proven to her beyond any doubt they were there for life.

  Tonight only cemented that.

  As her orgasm began to build and spin up, Justin slowly stroked his cock in and out of her pussy, his skilled fingers getting her right to the edge as she concentrated on sucking Cody’s cock.

  Then, with a silent click, everything settled into place. Her orgasm exploded, Cody’s cock swelled and pumped his cum over her tongue and down her throat, and Justin started fucking her, trying to catch up to finish with her.

  And her soul came to rest, at ease for the first time she could remember since a ride in a convoy turned into a fight for her life and a living nightmare she couldn’t escape.

  She didn’t realize she was crying until Cody slid into the pool to hold her, a worried look on his face. The men held her, their arms around her and each other until she finally got it out of h
er system and could speak again.

  “Thank you,” she said, kissing them both.

  They exchanged a confused look. “Are you okay?” Justin asked. “Did we push you too far?”

  She smiled as she shook her head. “No, you pushed me exactly right…Sir.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Brooke was rudely awakened not by her morning alarm, but by Dixon landing squarely in the middle of her chest.

  Which, in turn, awakened Justin and Cody on either side of her when she apparently let out a startled shout.

  “Little fucker,” she said, lifting him up and staring him in the eyes.

  “Maow.”

  “I thought you spent the night with Grandpa, jerk.” She sat up and set him on the end of the bed. He immediately sauntered back on top of her legs, kneading at the covers.

  Justin slid an arm around her, his hand settling on her stomach. “Bet that felt like an earthquake.”

  “Probably.”

  Cody caught her other arm and lightly tugged. “Come on,” he practically whined. “It’s Saturdaaay. Stay in bed with uuusss.”

  “I can’t,” she said. “I have stuff to do before we go to the party tonight. Housework. Unpacking. Cooking.”

  Man, did she love cooking now. Cooking, baking—she couldn’t get enough of it. It made her happy, it made her guys happy, and having two guys willing to do the dishes for her didn’t hurt, either.

  “What’d you tell Dad about tonight?” Justin asked.

  “That we’re going to a BDSM party at John and Abbey’s, and you’re going to tie me up and vibrate my brains out.”

  “Cool,” Cody said.

  She playfully shoved him. “What the hell do you think I told him? We’re going over to a friend’s house for game night, and it’ll run really, really late. And speaking of late, it’s after nine o’clock. That’s like middle of the day, for me.”

  She climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen to get the coffee started.

  They’d just moved into their new house three days earlier and were still swimming in boxes.

  After consulting with her father, she’d put her house up on the market, and she and Cody got married in a quiet affair at the clerk of the court’s office with Loren presiding, and her father, Eliza, Rusty, and Tilly as their witnesses.

  They figured it probably confused the other people in the office when Brooke also kissed Justin, but she didn’t really care.

  After a whirlwind three months of planning, permitting, and design, they broke ground on their new house, which included a separate apartment wing for her father. Still attached to the house, but with a secure door either side could lock when they wanted to. He had a nurse who came in three times a week to work with him on his physical therapy, and a never-ending daily procession of his car buddies to drive him around—or to the shop, where he generally drove her crazy.

  But she was just happy to have him there to do that.

  It took nearly six months for the construction to be completed. Meanwhile, they rented Kel and Mal’s apartment, since her house had already sold.

  And, even better, now they had a pool. Not a huge one, but an in-ground lap pool on a well-shaded lanai that she could enjoy without worrying about too much sun.

  It was good physical therapy for her father, too.

  It would be a great place to teach their baby how to swim at some future point, after he or she was born in seven months.

  Because just two weeks earlier, in the middle of all the other craziness of the move, and finalizing the construction inspection paperwork, and mortgage details, what Brooke had thought was a persistent stomach flu or food poisoning turned out to be a baby.

  Surprise!

  Once they’d all gotten over the shock of that, they’d broken the news to her father, and then to Eliza and Rusty, before they would tell all their other friends. Which would happen tonight, at the party.

  Fortunately, in their design process, they’d included two extra bedrooms for guests or future possible kids.

  They just hadn’t realized they’d need one of them so soon.

  The men made their way out of the bedroom and followed her to the kitchen, where they pinned her between them.

  “We didn’t get good morning kisses,” Cody pouted.

  She kissed him. “There. Happy?”

  “I will be tonight at the party when we strap you down to the new Doom and make you come till you safeword.”

  Yes, she had worked her confidence up to the point she really enjoyed it when they got her hooked up to one of Max and Sean’s creations and did forced orgasm play with her.

  Usually while one of her men was fucking her, and the other getting a blow job.

  Justin slipped his arms around her. “Not much longer we’ll be able to play like that. I want to get as much sexy time in as possible before it’s four of us.”

  “It’s already four of us with Dad next door.”

  “I meant this one,” he said, stroking her belly.

  She leaned back against him. “I’m glad you took the Fairlane to the dinner that night,” she told Cody.

  He pointed at Justin. “Blame him. It was his idea that night.”

  Had they not driven up at that moment in a gorgeous classic truck, and had they not broken down later, none of this might have ever happened.

  It was one of those possible missed opportunities that hit just right, dead center in the target.

  She tipped her head back and looked at him. “Thank you.”

  He nuzzled noses with her. “Hey, thank whoever fell down on the job at the alternator plant. Or thank Eliza for trying to fix us up in the first place.”

  “Thank zombies,” Cody joked. “And thank whatever else that we have you.”

  She nodded. “Indeed.” She laid her hands over Justin’s on her belly, and Cody laid his over hers. She didn’t know or care which man was the father. It didn’t matter. It was their baby, all three of them.

  Together.

  THE END

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  Tymber Dalton lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC winner is also the bestselling author of over seventy-five books, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.

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