Jardin’s Gamble

by Roberts, Laylah

  Holy. Shit.

  Her heart went into overdrive imagining one of them in her ass, the other in her pussy.

  “Our girl likes that idea,” Carrick murmured.

  “She’ll have to wait, though. Because we won’t risk harming her.”

  “Damn straight,” Carrick agreed as Jardin got back on the bed, kneeling in front of her bottom. He ran a wet finger between her butt cheeks before pressing it slowly into her asshole.

  She groaned, clenched around him.

  “Uh-uh, no tightening,” he scolded. “I want you to stay nice and relaxed or I’m going to go downstairs and find a nice piece of ginger to plug you with instead.” He wouldn’t dare.

  Except she knew he would. So, she forced herself to relax, which was really fucking difficult with how damn good it felt to have his finger in her ass as he drove his finger in and out of her. Then he added another finger. She breathed through the burn, her breath coming in sharp pants, especially when Carrick leaned down to play with her nipple. He licked it, sucked, bit down lightly.

  Oh. Fuck. Yes.

  Then Jardin drew his fingers out and she groaned. But the plug soon replaced his fingers. She writhed on the bed as he pushed it deeply. It was too much. She needed more. She needed them to touch her, take her.

  “Please, please, please,” she begged once it was pushed in all the way.

  “Hold her there while I go wash my hands,” Jardin commanded.

  “With pleasure,” Carrick murmured before kissing her. She was on fire. Nerve endings had been lit and she only knew one way to put them out.

  Jardin didn’t take long, thank God, and he was soon kneeling next to them on the bed. Carrick drew back from her mouth to suckle on her nipple as Jardin ran his hand over her ass cheek.

  “Fifteen. Carrick, help our girl stay quiet.”

  She couldn’t believe they were going to do this. But Jardin didn’t waste time, landing two heavy smacks on her ass as Carrick smothered the noises that escaped with his mouth. Each smack that landed made her clench around the plug and drove her arousal higher and higher until she was dizzy. Until she was drunk on lust. Desire.

  The sting barely even registered through her haze of need.

  “Fuck that’s a pretty sight,” Jardin said, pausing to massage her cheeks.

  Carrick moved back to suck on her neck. Jardin ran a finger along her slit. “How about this, sweetness? You stay quiet on your own for the rest of these and I won’t make you wait for your orgasm. But you cry out, make a noise, and you’ll wait until both Carrick and I are satisfied.”

  Fuck. Fuck. She nodded. She wanted that orgasm so badly. Carrick continued to kiss her neck, a spot he seemed obsessed with, while Jardin laid another smack on her ass. She bit down on her lip. Her eyes watered but not from pain.

  More. More. It wasn’t enough.

  Another smack. She managed to hold in her cry.

  Another one. Christ, this was so hard, but she could do it. She took in a gasp of air.

  Another.

  Last one. It landed right over the end of the plug and God help her, it was difficult to hold her cries back.

  But she did it. She gave him a triumphant look. Jardin smiled while Carrick chuckled.

  “Good girl,” Jardin murmured. “Another choice.”

  Oh. Shit.

  They were definitely trying to kill her.

  “You can ride Carrick’s face while I suck him off. Or you can finger yourself while we both watch.”

  What kind of a choice was that?

  “I’ll, um, ride his face.”

  Jesus. Jardin was good at this dirty talk. She was not.

  Carrick let go of her legs then lay down on his back with a grin. She rolled over, feeling the plug shift inside her. Shit.

  Jardin slapped her ass. “And don’t lose that plug, or I’ll make you wear it to breakfast tomorrow.”

  Christ.

  Killing her.

  * * *

  Carrick watched Thea move over him, her full breasts swaying as she climbed into position, her thighs straddling his face.

  “Ride me, Thea,” he commanded, grabbing her hips. “Place your hands on the headboard and don’t fucking move them. Understand me?”

  Her eyes widened and she nodded. He pulled her hips down until her pussy was right over his mouth.

  And then he started to feast. Jardin moved his legs apart and Carrick could feel him settle between them. Then the other man’s hot mouth surrounded his firm dick and he groaned. Thea moaned as though she could feel that hum against her clit. And she likely could.

  Jardin tortured him, running his tongue all over his shaft, cupping his balls and squeezing lightly. The slight sting just heightened his arousal, making him wonder what it would be like to feel a bigger bite of pain.

  He concentrated on his girls’ clit, running his tongue around it then driving his tongue deep inside her.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. Please!”

  “Come whenever you want, Thea,” Jardin told her. “Carrick, you need to hold off.”

  Fuck. Like he didn’t know that. It was damn hard though. He continued to drive Thea wild as Jardin took his cock deeply and swallowed.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Then Thea let out a cry as she came. Thank Christ. He drank her down, gentling his tongue against her clit to help settle her.

  Jardin slid his mouth free, and Carrick helped Thea climb off him.

  “Thea, grab two condoms, you can put them on both of us,” Jardin commanded. “Then I want you on your back on the bed, legs spread.”

  Thea scrambled to grab condoms from the top drawer while Jardin drew Carrick in for a kiss. “Damn, she tastes good on you.”

  Carrick grinned then groaned as Thea’s small hand circled his cock. He looked down at her as she carefully and slowly rolled a condom onto his shaft.

  “She’s fucking killing me.”

  Jardin scoffed at him but then groaned, throwing his head back as she rolled a condom onto his dick.

  “Fuck, baby. Stop teasing me and get into position,” Jardin commanded.

  She sent them both a sassy smile then turned around to crawl on hands and knees into position. Oh, she was getting more comfortable being naked around them.

  Thank God. Because Carrick would prefer she was naked all the time. Not possible, but a man could dream.

  He ran his hand down Jardin’s back then cupped his firm ass cheek. “You sure about this? We can wait.”

  “I don’t want to fucking wait. I want to feel you taking me while I take our girl.”

  Carrick grinned then leaned in to nip at Jardin’s lower lip. “Stop fucking teasing me,” Jardin told him.

  Oh, but it was so much fun.

  * * *

  Jardin pressed Thea’s legs apart so he could kneel between them. Holding his weight up, he leaned in and sucked first one nipple then another into his mouth. He wasn’t nervous about Carrick taking his ass.

  This was meant to be.

  “I need a taste of you first,” he told Thea, kissing his way down her stomach. He noted the way she sucked it in. He didn’t like that and gently bit her, just below her belly button. “You do not hide from us, Thea. And I will not have you thinking badly about yourself.”

  He moved to kiss the inside of her thigh as he felt Carrick part his ass cheeks and prod at his hole with a finger slickened with lube he’d obviously found in the top drawer. Oh, fuck yes. He had to pause as Carrick slid one finger in deep.

  Christ.

  “It’s hard to just stop,” she said.

  “We’ll help you,” he told her. “Even if it means we need to keep you naked for a week, while constantly praising and touching and licking every inch of this delicious body.”

  She shuddered at his words.

  Carrick moved up to two fingers as Jardin bent down to run his tongue along her wet slit. She groaned, pushing her legs further apart as she thrust her hips up at him. He tongued her clit as Carrick drove his fingers in and
out of his ass. He was far rougher than he would be if it were Thea.

  But Jardin wanted it rough.

  “I need to be inside you,” Carrick said in a low, gruff voice. “Before I blow my load just from fingering you.”

  Jardin slid up Thea’s body and grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her hips before he slid his cock deep inside her. She was tighter because of the plug in her ass and it was all he could do not to stop himself from coming then and there. He held himself still while Carrick positioned himself. He nudged at Jardin’s entrance then slowly pushed forward.

  Jardin let out a deep breath, relaxing as he pushed past the ring of muscle. Felt so good. Damn. Christ. A groan escaped him as he got impossibly harder.

  “Fuck. I’m not going to last,” he groaned.

  “Me either,” Carrick muttered. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  They started to move. Carrick driving deep inside his ass, while he fucked their girl. Leaning in, he kissed her, his hand moving down between them to toy with her clit.

  “You’re coming with us, Thea,” he told her.

  “Oh. Oh!” she cried as she clenched around him. “Please.”

  “Fuck! Fuck, I’m close!” Carrick called out before he roared his release.

  So much for keeping quiet. But Jardin didn’t care. The boys were far enough away not to hear. Still, he reached down to capture Thea’s cry as she came. He drove himself deeply one last time before following them over, coming inside their girl. Sandwiched between them.

  Nothing had ever felt so right.

  27

  “Sheriff is coming up the drive,” Tanner yelled into the family room where they were all squished in watching a movie.

  Apparently tonight was family movie night. She wasn’t sure if it was something they’d come up with for the boys or if they did this every week, but she kind of loved how much these guys did together. Even if they were all flipping nuts.

  Mia had made buckets of popcorn with lots of different toppings, Flick had dragged in extra pillows and blankets. Now they were all sprawled out on the floor sofa and chairs, watching an action film.

  Until Tanner’s phone had buzzed and he’d gotten up to check on something.

  Jardin and Carrick shared a look. She gazed over at them. Did they know why the sheriff was visiting? Were they leaving her out of something? She hadn’t left the house at all today. Neither had Flick or Mia. She thought it was probably a precaution in case whoever was watching her was still around. She just hoped she wasn’t putting anyone on the ranch in danger by staying here.

  Jardin stood and reached out a hand to her, pulling her up. Carrick stood along with Alec and West.

  “Keep watching,” Alec said. “We’ll be back soon. West, go grab Jake and bring him into my office.”

  She let Jardin lead her into the office, looking behind to ensure Carrick was following. He sent her a reassuring smile.

  Jardin settled her onto the sofa and both men flanked her, each holding a hand.

  Alec sat behind his desk and West leaned on the wall behind him.

  “Come right in here, sheriff,” Tanner said, leading the way into the office.

  She’d only seen the sheriff in passing. But he was a handsome man, tall with dark hair. He gave Tanner an exasperated look.

  “Thanks, Tanner,” was all he said.

  Tanner walked out, shutting the door behind him.

  “You found him?” Alec asked.

  “Hello to you too.” Jake pulled off his hat then smiled over at her. “We haven’t met. I’m Jake.”

  “Thea.” She shook the hand he held out. He had a nice, firm grip but it wasn’t too harsh. She looked over at Alec. “Got who?”

  “The thug sent by Derrick Silvers to watch you,” Jake told her.

  She sucked in a breath. “You found him?”

  “Pretty hard to hide in a town like this. Even though he wasn’t staying in any rented accommodation, people around here notice outsiders. He’s been skulking around. But we’ve kept an eye on him. Today we got him on a minor traffic violation. He was trying to leave town. Turns out he’s got a warrant out for his arrest. Name’s John Mathers. Long rap sheet. He’s not talking, but he’s a known associate of Silvers. He’ll be transported back to New Orleans.”

  Oh thank God.

  “He’ll probably just send someone else, won’t he? If they find out I’m still here and not on my way to Oklahoma.”

  “He won’t get to you here,” Alec said firmly.

  “And remember, Regent is dealing with Silvers. Soon he’s going to have bigger problems than you,” Jardin added.

  Jake nodded. “You’re fairly safe here. I’d still be careful until Silvers is dealt with. Don’t go anywhere alone. But then, I’m sure that won’t be a problem anyway.”

  She looked from Carrick to Jardin. No, she guessed she wouldn’t be going anywhere alone for quite a while

  “I don’t know about this.”

  She leaned into Carrick and looked up at the building. It didn’t look like what she’d expected a BDSM club to look like. However, she had no idea what she’d been expecting. Flashing red lights? Images of naked men and women having sex painted on the walls?

  It was just an ordinary looking building but it didn’t make her any less nervous about going inside.

  Carrick moved her in front of him and started massaging her shoulders. They’d parked around the back. It was well lit and already filled with cars. Busy place considering it was a Tuesday night. She’d been going out of her mind wondering what was happening with Silvers these past few days. Jardin had finally snapped and told her they were going to find a way to take her mind off things.

  Hence, how they’d ended up at Saxon’s.

  But to say she was nervous was an understatement.

  To her surprise, Jardin moved up beside her and took her hand in his big one, running his thumb soothingly over the back of it.

  “Are you sure it’s safe to leave the ranch?”

  “No one else has been spotted in town and nobody gets into Saxon’s who isn’t a member. Plus, we’re not leaving you alone. We thought you might like the chance to get off the ranch,” Carrick told her.

  He wasn’t wrong. It was nice to leave the ranch. The Malones were awesome, but overwhelming.

  “If you don’t like it, we can leave,” Jardin told her. “I’m more than happy to play at home.”

  She bit her lip, wondering if that was true. She didn’t want him to deny something he needed because she was chicken shit.

  “Hey.” Jardin grabbed her chin raising her face. “I don’t lie. Never to you. Never to Carrick. I did need this for the longest time. It was the only time I felt alive. But now I have the two of you. And you are both more than enough.”

  He looked from her to Carrick, who continued to rub her tense shoulders. Damn, the man was sure talented with his hands.

  “I want to try it,” she said with determination.

  “That’s my brave girl,” Jardin praised. “What are the rules, again?”

  “I have to stay with one of you at all times. No talking to any other Dom without permission. No making eye contact with them. Jardin is Sir. Carrick is Carrick.” Her lips twitched as Carrick snorted. “I don’t have to do any play if I don’t want to, but if I do then my safe word is red.”

  “And we’ve gone through your limits if you decide to play,” Carrick confirmed.

  She nodded. “Let’s do this.”

  Saxon’s was a whole new world. She looked around in wonder at all the scenes being played out. Carrick had a firm hold of her hand while Jardin went to the bar to grab them all drinks.

  “Want to sit down over there, rocket?” Carrick asked, pointing to a seating area. It was off to one side, but still allowed a good view of what was going on. A big man dwarfed one of the chairs. Beside him knelt a woman dressed in a red halter top and matching skirt.

  They’d gone shopping for her earlier. Apparently, Haven had a shop filled with all s
orts of toys and fet wear. She’d chosen a black corset and a short skirt.

  She nodded. Might as well.

  “Remember to use your words,” Carrick reminded her, patting her ass.

  He led her over to chairs. The man looked up at him with a nod. The woman gave her a sneaky, small smile.

  Carrick sat and pulled her onto his lap. She smiled at him gratefully. She wasn’t so sure about kneeling like the other woman.

  The big man’s eyebrows rose as he looked over their shoulders. “Jardin, how’s it going?”

  She looked back to find Jardin giving the other man a nod of greeting. “Duncan. Good to see you. This is Carrick and Thea.”

  Duncan nodded at them both. Then he looked down at the woman and patted his lap. “Come sit here, sugar, so we can all have a chat.”

  Jardin sat beside Carrick and handed her a bottle of water, undoing the top first. She gulped some down. She was sitting with her back to Carrick’s front. He reached down and grabbed the bottle from her, finishing it off.

  “Carrick, Thea, this is Duncan Jones and his wife, Laken. Duncan is a deputy sheriff.”

  “How do you like Saxon’s?” Duncan asked.

  She looked to Jardin, not sure if she could answer.

  “You can speak freely, baby,” Jardin told her. “Thea’s never been to a club before. She’s testing the waters to see if she likes it.”

  Duncan nodded. “Well, welcome, Thea.”

  “Thank you.” She gave them both a shy look.

  “I think I’ve seen you around town,” Laken said. “You’re working for Marcy, right?”

  “Oh, uh, I was.” And she felt terrible for letting the other woman down. Although Jardin had told her that she’d completely understood when he’d talked to her.

  Laken gave her a confused look.

  “We’ve decided to go back to New Orleans,” Jardin said easily.

  Before they could ask any more questions, a gorgeous man dressed in a white shirt and dark dress pants approached. Power filled his every move and, around him, people gave him deferential looks.