Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas Book 9)

by Laylah Roberts

  “This is one fucking beautiful ass,” Carrick told her.

  “It’s big,” she muttered.

  He gave her two firm slaps. “What are you getting a spanking for?”

  “Putting myself down.”

  “And do you think it’s wise to talk badly about yourself while getting a spanking for talking badly about yourself?”

  “That does sound rather foolish,” she admitted.

  “Right. It’s a count of fifteen.”

  “Fifteen? But you just gave me two!”

  “They didn’t count,” Carrick told her.

  “Be thankful it’s not me, I’d have doubled the amount,” Jardin told her grimly.

  Carrick rolled his eyes at him. But then he moved his attention back to Thea. “Your safe word is red, rocket. Say it if you need to and everything stops immediately, okay?”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Call me Carrick. Jardin is the one who likes protocols and sticking to rules. He’ll have you collared and kneeling. Me, I want to see you restrained, with his dick in your mouth while I’m buried deep in your pussy.”

  “Oh, God,” she moaned.

  He started smacking her ass, keeping a silent count. Her skin quickly turned pink, then deepened to red. Her breath grew faster, a small cry escaped her around number ten, and he stopped to run his hand over her bottom and assess her. “How you doing, Thea?”

  “I’m okay.”

  “Good girl.”

  He gave the last five quickly. But with firm smacks that would ensure she’d feel it tomorrow. When he was finished, he helped her straighten then immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. He rubbed his hand up and down her back and looked over at Jardin, who gave him a satisfied smirk. Bastard was happy with himself. He knew Carrick worried about being left out and he’d made sure he got first crack at Thea’s ass.

  Pulling back, he leaned down to capture all her tears with his mouth, then he tilted her chin up to study her. “Okay?”

  She nodded, smiling. “Yes, Carrick.”

  “Now how about we get you stripped. Then you can go suck off the lord and master.”

  He nodded over at Jardin, noting the way her eyes flared. Oh, she liked the sound of that.

  This girl was perfect for them.

  * * *

  Jardin watched as Carrick stripped her bare. He cupped her full breasts, twisting her nipples lightly between fingers and thumbs.

  That was so damn hot. He wasn’t going to last long.

  He had no clue why she didn’t think her body was perfection. Her breasts were lush, her waist tiny, and her hips flared out. He couldn’t wait to see that pink ass. His gaze dropped to her pussy. Fuck. He needed a taste.

  Climbing off the bed, he stalked toward them. “Lift her for me. I need to taste her.”

  Carrick got what he meant immediately. He grabbed her under the thighs and pulled her up against his chest, spreading her legs so her pussy was on display.

  “Carrick, you can’t!”

  Jardin stared at her sternly. “And why can’t he?”

  He saw her hesitate. She knew her answer was going to get her in trouble.

  “He’ll hurt his back.”

  “Oh, that was naughty,” Jardin told her then he gave her a heavy smack right on her pussy.

  “Ow!” she cried out.

  “Seems someone has already forgotten the spanking she just got for putting herself down.”

  He landed another spanking on her pussy. She arched with a cry.

  “Sorry! I’m sorry!”

  “You will learn not to speak badly about something that belongs to us. That we both adore.”

  “Thea, you’re not heavy,” Carrick told her. “I could hold you for hours and not even feel strained. In fact, I think you’ve lost weight.”

  Jardin narrowed his gaze, studying her. “Have you not been eating properly, Thea? Have you not been taking care of what’s ours?”

  He reached out and tugged on her nipple, enjoying her cry. Pain and pleasure filled her face. Maybe she didn’t like much pain, but a bite of it seemed to turn her on. “Don’t worry, now that we’re here, we’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

  He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it strongly. She groaned and he moved over to the other one, sucking on it. Then he kissed down her stomach, bending until he could tongue her clit.

  Hmm, this angle wasn’t giving him what he wanted.

  He pulled back and looked over at Carrick. “I want you naked and sitting on the bed with her on your lap. Her pussy spread wide for me.”

  Carrick didn’t argue, just gave him a heated look as he set her down. Jardin had to steady her as she swayed while Carrick quickly stripped. Then he climbed onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

  “Come here, rocket.”

  Jardin turned her, slapping her pink ass. Yep, that was perfection. Her yelp just sent pleasure flooding through his veins.

  He was fucked.

  Carrick settled her between his legs, placing her legs over his then spreading his thighs wide.

  Yes. Perfect.

  Then he reached around and drew the lips of her pussy apart.

  “Fuck. Yes.” Jardin crawled forward and laid on his stomach between their legs. “Play with her tits while I make her come. I may not come up for air for a while. A long fucking while.”

  24

  Christ. She was certain they were trying to kill her.

  Death by orgasm. It had to be a thing, right? Because Jardin’s mouth was utter sin. The things he was doing with his tongue . . . fuck. Combined with how expertly Carrick was playing with her nipples, she hadn’t ever felt anything like it.

  She was dead. Totally and utterly dead.

  They teased her, drove her up to the brink then drew back, leaving her panting and wanting more. She writhed between them. She needed to come. She was desperate.

  “Please, please,” she begged.

  Jardin removed his mouth from her pussy, and she cried out in protest. His lips were wet with her dew as he stared up at Carrick. “What do you think, should we let our girl come?”

  “Hmm, I think she’s been good enough.”

  “Me too.”

  Oh, yes. Thank fucking Christ. Jardin lowered his mouth to her pussy again, his tongue flicking her clit with firm strokes and he pressed two fingers inside. She clenched down around him as she came, screaming her pleasure. No doubt everyone within a mile radius could hear her, but right at that moment she didn’t care.

  Jardin brought her down with soft laps of his tongue while Carrick caressed the skin of her neck with his mouth.

  Shit. Shit.

  Then Jardin sat up. “Want a taste?” he asked Carrick.

  “Fuck. Yes.”

  Jardin moved in, placing his hand around the back of Carrick’s neck and they kissed. And she swore she came again. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Nope. Wait. Watching Carrick wrap his hand around Jardin’s dick was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

  Jardin pulled back with a groan. “Hands and knees, Thea. Carrick is going to fuck you while you suck me off.”

  Her eyes flared open. “Yes, Sir.”

  The smile he gave her was everything. Carrick moved off the bed and grabbed his pants, pulling a condom out of the pocket and slipping it on his massive dick. Seriously, how were they both so big?

  Jardin sat back against the headboard and spread his legs. She knelt on her hands and knees and stared down at his huge dick. Then leaning in, she licked the top of it.

  “Fuck, yes, baby,” Jardin groaned. “Take me into your mouth like a good girl. That’s it. Suck me. So fucking good.”

  She felt Carrick move behind her. One hand grabbed her hip to hold her steady as he penetrated her. Slow and steady. She clenched down around his cock.

  Shit. Shit.

  “She’s so fucking tight,” Carrick groaned.

  “You should feel her mouth. Fuck me, I’m
not going to last.”

  Pleasure flooded her at their words. Their praise. She wasn’t going to lie. Feeling wanted and attractive was heady. It wasn’t something she’d often felt. She continued to suck Jardin off as Carrick pulled out then thrust deeply. God, he was hitting her G-spot perfectly. Every surge sent her spiraling higher and higher.

  “You’re coming again with us, baby,” Jardin commanded.

  She made a murmuring noise of protest.

  “Yes, you are. Carrick?”

  “On it,” Carrick groaned. “I’m close.” He reached one hand around and played with her clit.

  Jardin chose that moment to thrust deeply, coming in her mouth. She was swallowing him down just as Carrick drove her up and over that edge. He followed her soon after, his own roar mingling with her cries of pleasure.

  Together, the three of them collapsed on the bed, and the men tucked her tightly in between them.

  “Shit,” Jardin said.

  “What is it?” she asked, stiffening.

  “I forgot to go over your rules.”

  She let out a deep breath. “I think those can wait.”

  “Oh, no. These are very important.”

  “Let me take care of this condom first,” Carrick said. He got up and walked to the bathroom. She watched that tight ass move. Hey, she was only human.

  Jardin pulled her so she was lying with her head on his chest. She relaxed into his body heat, letting the scent of him surround her. A yawn overtook her as Carrick moved in behind her, spooning her. He stretched his arm over them both.

  “Tired, rocket?” Carrick asked with concern.

  “Little bit.”

  “So, you haven’t been sleeping or eating?” Jardin asked in a deep voice. “Not winning any prizes for self-care.”

  She sighed. “I haven’t been able to sleep properly since meeting Derrick Silvers. And eating . . . well, it didn’t seem like a priority. I’ve been trying to watch my money. Keir and Ace need to eat more than me.”

  “You all need to fucking eat,” Jardin growled.

  “Easy,” Carrick soothed. “We’re here now. We’ll take care of all of them.”

  “I’m not sure how Keir and Ace will handle this. Us. They don’t know you. And Keir, especially is jumpy from our quick departure.”

  “Don’t worry, everything will be fine,” Jardin told her. “They’ll be fine with us.”

  “They’re just settling into school here.”

  “Easy, rocket,” Carrick told her, running his hand down her arm. “We’ll sort it all out. There’s a school break coming up, isn’t there?”

  “In another week.”

  “All right, let’s do this,” Jardin said decisively. “We’ll stay a few days with my cousins. Talk with Maddox over what he wants from me while Regent sorts out Silvers. We’ll get your brothers used to us and the idea of moving back to New Orleans . . . if that’s what you want.”

  “I like it here. But New Orleans is home. And if it’s safe . . . I mean, I do have a job there, right?”

  “Oh, hell no,” Jardin told her. “You’re fired.”

  She sat up, gaping down at him. “What?”

  “You didn’t give any notice when you left. You quit.”

  “But . . . I . . . but . . .”

  “You thought being in a relationship with the boss was going to get you leniency, you can think again.”

  “And just who are you going to get to replace me?”

  He shrugged. “I’ll find someone.”

  “Jardin! I need that job.”

  “No, you don’t.” He sat and pulled her into his lap. “You’re ours now. You don’t have to worry about money or putting a roof over your head or food in your belly. You worry about nothing from now on.”

  “Keir and Ace—”

  “Are our responsibility as well,” Carrick told her.

  “This isn’t the way it works. Besides, I want to be able to support myself.”

  “If you could choose anything you wanted to do, would you choose to be Jardin’s PA?” Carrick asked her.

  Um. Loaded question.

  “You can be honest,” Jardin told her.

  “Uh, no.”

  “What would you like to do?”

  She gripped her hands together. “Photography.”

  “Yeah?” Carrick asked.

  “I loved it at school. I used the school camera. I never had money for my own. But I think I was pretty good.”

  “Then we’ll buy you everything you need. You take what courses you need. And you concentrate on that,” Jardin told her firmly.

  Tears entered her eyes. “Just like that?” Could this all be real?

  Carrick leaned across and cupped her face with his hand. “Just like that. It’s important to love what you do.”

  “Thank you.”

  “That’s something you never need to thank us for.”

  She shifted around on his lap. Her ass still hurt a bit from that spanking.

  “What about my job here? I’ll have to give notice.”

  “What have you been doing?” Carrick asked.

  “Cleaning businesses and houses.”

  “You don’t need to be doing that anymore,” Jardin stated arrogantly.

  “But I have to give notice.”

  “Who are you working for?” Jardin asked.

  “Marcy.”

  “I’ll square it with her.”

  “But, Jardin—”

  “I’ll fix it, Thea. Don’t worry. And if she doesn’t like it, I’ll just buy her business from her. I think she’s been wanting to retire.”

  She gaped at him. He was unbelievable.

  “You’ll get used to him,” Carrick murmured.

  Yeah. She wasn’t so sure.

  “Now, the rules.”

  Carrick grinned. “Something else you probably won’t thank us for.”

  “No going anywhere without telling us,” Jardin told her. “And I do mean anywhere out of the house.”

  Jesus. “Seriously?”

  “Yes. Seriously,” Jardin told her.

  “But when Silvers is no longer a problem—”

  “I’m still gonna need to know where you’re going and when you’re coming back. It’s a safety thing. Is that a problem?”

  She thought it through. “I guess not.”

  “No putting yourself down is obviously one,” Jardin continued.

  “No lying,” Carrick added. “That one is for all of us.”

  “Yes, communication and honesty are important. If someone has a problem, they speak to the others about it rather than try to solve it on their own or hold it in.” Jardin looked pointedly at Carrick who nodded.

  “Anything else?”

  “Safety first,” Carrick said. “Always wear your seat belt, stick to the speed limit, no texting or calling while driving, no going out after dark without us.”

  “And you tell us if someone threatens you or is a problem. Whether it’s Derrick Silvers or one of those bitches at the boys’ school.”

  Her mind swam.

  “And I don’t think I need to remind you what will happen if you break the rules, do I?” Jardin asked, patting the side of her ass.

  No, he didn’t.

  “There is something else,” she whispered. “I don’t know if I’m just imagining it, but I’ve had this feeling like someone was watching me.”

  Jardin frowned. “Could have been Maddox. He’s been watching you since he called us.”

  “He has? I never saw the rat.”

  “Someone needed to keep an eye on you,” Carrick told her.

  “This was before I saw Maddox in the diner, though.”

  Carrick looked to Jardin. “Could Silvers have found her?”

  “I don’t see how. Thea, is there any way he could have put a tracker on you? Did he ever have possession of anything of yours?”

  “I don’t think so . . . oh God, my handbag. The first night I met him, his goon took my handbag. I got it back later
.”

  She grabbed her handbag off the desk. Jardin took it, searching through it. He pulled out a small square object. “A tracker. They must have tucked this in one of the pockets.”

  Thea felt ill. “They knew where I was all along? I was never going to get away from him?”

  “Fuck, we’re lucky they didn’t snatch you already,” Carrick said.

  “More difficult to do that than it seems in Haven. The men here watch over all the women. Even this motel has good security. My guess is the perfect opportunity didn’t come up yet.”

  “What do we do with the tracker?” she asked. “Should we leave? Oh God, the boys! What if he tries to take the boys?”

  “Calm down, baby,” Jardin soothed. “I’m going to bring in some reinforcements. We’ll keep you all safe.”

  25

  Reinforcements came in the form of the Malone family.

  And there were a lot of them. Carrick had rushed off to the school to grab the boys while Jardin helped her back their stuff. By the time they’d been ready to leave, Maddox had skidded his way into the parking lot. He’d taken her car and the tracker, leaving them with his truck.

  They’d met up with Carrick and driven here to the Malone ranch.

  “Thea, we’re so glad you’re here,” Flick told her with a grin. “We women need all the help we can get to corral these guys.”

  “There is no corralling these guys,” Mia countered, turning from where she was cooking something that smelled delicious at the stove. Apparently, Mia had been a chef before she’d come to the Malone ranch to hide from a mobster who’d been trying to kill her.

  Alec Malone had agreed to keep her safe and he’d fallen in love with her. He was terrifying, stern, and abrupt. And West, Flick’s boyfriend, was even more gruff. She’d wondered what the other brothers were like. Alec and West had been waiting to greet them when they’d arrived.

  After settling the boys into the living room with some video games, Carrick and Jardin had gone off with Alec and West, while she’d been dragged into the kitchen for some girl talk.

  “I should go check on Ace and Keir.”

  “They’ll be fine.” Flick waved her hand. “I need your help deciding how to propose to West.”