The Perfect Plan [The Men of Treasure Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rebecca Joyce

  He wasn’t worth a pinch of salt. Greedy and self-absorbed, Orin always did what he wanted, never caring who it affected. His whole life had always been about him. He never cared what his brothers did or what they thought, as long as they did exactly what he wanted.

  Selfish and egotistical, Orin McDaniel lived his life in the moment. He knew he worried his parents and angered his brothers, but he didn’t care. He never wanted the lifestyle his family had. He liked being single and was determined to stay that way. All he had to do now was get his brothers to agree with him, but the more Lilly was around, that was going to be harder to accomplish.

  That was until last night.

  For the first time, they were all on the same page. They shared the same mind, the same determination to bring pleasure to their wife.

  His wife!

  Shit!

  Forgetting about his dick, Orin stomped back into the living room to come face-to-face with Lilly. She was a small little thing, only coming up to his chest. Her wavy soft-blonde hair reminded him of honey wheat in the summer, all golden and shiny. Her pale, creamy skin was soft like butter, but it was those damn rosy lips of her. Those full, plump lips that had sucked and slurped every inch of his cock until his balls touched her chin.

  Shit!

  Blinking quickly, he focused on anything but those lips, but she chose that moment to turn, giving him a nice view of her backside.

  Draped in tight denim jeans, her luscious, full ass looked spectacular, like an upside down heart that he could bite and spank all night, while he slid his hard cock deep into her, claiming her as she bucked and moaned in ecstasy. He wanted so much to tie her to his bed again and make her beg for another spanking. Then after he had her submission, then and only then would he fuck her until she creamed all over him.

  Shit, man. Stop thinking about her!

  “We need to talk,” he said a little too gruffly and wanted to curse himself when Lilly actually flinched as if he slapped her. God, this was not going well. He didn’t want to scare the poor girl, but damn they needed to get this fixed. “Let’s sit and figure this out.”

  Motioning her toward the living room, Orin sat in the recliner, while Jacks and Davis sat next to Lilly, sandwiching her in. Orin wanted to hit his brothers. They were not helping by getting cozy with the woman. He needed them on his side, and at this moment, he just didn’t know what they were thinking.

  “What can you remember from last night?” Orin began, opening the conversation.

  “Not much. I remember spending time with Jacks on a horse and then in bed. I also remember Davis.” She blushed.

  “Let me guess, in bed also, right?” Orin asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Yes,” she responded demurely.

  “What about me? Do you remember having sex with me?” Orin asked.

  “No. I only remember Jacks and Orin,” she whispered, wringing her hands nervously.

  Why the fuck doesn’t she remember me? I wasn’t that bad!

  “Okay. Well let me assure you, I remember us having sex—a lot of sex. Hot, wild, fun, gloriously titillating…” Orin said, his voice taking on a silky, seductive tone.

  Davis interrupted, annoyed with his older brother. “We get it! You had sex with Lilly.” The look on Orin’s face as he remembered last night was something new, some emotion he had never seen. If he didn’t know any better, he would say his brother was jealous that she didn’t remember him.

  “I guess so, but I am still remembering things. They are coming back, but not fast enough.”

  “Well, there is no need to rush it. Now,” Orin said, looking at his brothers. “Do any of you remember using a condom?”

  Jacks and Davis looked at each other and both shrugged their shoulders.

  “Not that I can recall,” Jacks admitted.

  “Me neither,” Davis affirmed.

  “I can’t remember using one either,” Orin said.

  “Oh God,” Lilly moaned. “I’m not on the pill,” she said as tears began pooling in her eyes.

  Orin felt like he was falling as her eyes turned the brightest blue he had ever seen. The sorrowful look she had floored him, pulling at his heart. He had the strongest urge to grab her and hold her tightly, wanting to make everything better.

  “Baby, it’s all right. If anything happens, none of us are going anywhere,” Davis said, consoling her.

  “You don’t understand. I can’t have a baby. My family, my brothers. Oh God! They’ll—you just don’t understand!” Lilly said, running out the front door.

  Orin watched as the little woman fled in tears. Running his hands through his hair, he felt like the biggest shit on the planet. Because of one wild night, he proposed then married and bedded a woman he knew nothing about, and now she could very well be pregnant. And from her dramatic expression, she wasn’t all too happy about that. What made matters worse was that he was getting the distinct feeling she wasn’t happy at the thought of having a baby.

  Hell, he thought all women wanted a baby. Why not her? Why would her family care, and what did her brothers have to do with it?

  It was then a fleeting thought entered his brain. He remembered her saying she was from Celestial.

  Oh God!

  He watched as Jacks got to his feet and headed out after Lilly. Davis stood and walked into the kitchen, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

  If she was truly from Celestial, just what kind of woman had he married? God, he hoped she wasn’t one of those flower-loving free spirits. Those people were total fruitcakes. Well, so were the tree huggers, the naturalists, and, of course, the spiritual cosmos group. Hell, any one of those groups was enough to make Orin shudder, but to have actually married one. Damn!

  What did he really know of her? Well, she was from Celestial. She had a mother and father, and apparently some brothers. She was a beautiful woman, a little young, but she had her whole life ahead of her. She did not need to be saddled with him.

  “So enlighten me, Mr. Fix-it. What is going on in that head of yours?” Davis asked, handing him a beer.

  * * * *

  Lilly’s mind was reeling. She needed to find out if she was pregnant and fast. If she was, there was a lot of planning and decisions to be made, though, one decision she was gonna put off until the last friggin’ moment.

  She couldn’t believe this was happening. All because she said yes to Heaven, she was now married and possibly pregnant.

  Shit! Could this day get any worse?

  Looking at the vast ranch before her, Lilly leaned against the porch rails, watching men go about their duties. One ranch hand in particular was off in the corral, walking a beautiful thoroughbred. He reminded her of her brother Sam, as he would spend hours with his horses. He loved them sometimes more than people.

  Lilly watched as the man let the slack out in the rope, allowing the horse to lead as it received its exercise. When the ranch hand raised his hand and flicked a thin riding crop, Lilly’s world returned with a vengeance.

  * * * *

  “Stand before me.” Orin’s firm words held a steadfast confidence that melted her heart as she slowly got to her feet. Lilly wanted nothing more than his mouth pressed to hers, demanding his passion in a fiery exchange of tongue and tease. He reached out and traced her jaw, and she looked up toward him.

  Orin’s touch inflamed her with his self-confidence. His hot hands wandered from her arms to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Lilly was intoxicated with his closeness. Whimpering, her lips parted as she breathed him in. His gray-blue eyes were fixed on hers, and she could do nothing but stare at what now belonged to her. All of them, they were hers.

  Lilly felt something rich and vulnerable flourishing within her as she felt his kiss devour her. There was strength behind his tenderness, as though he was trying not to intimidate her too thoroughly, but reinforce his ownership of her body. The pressing sympathy of need inspired a force behind her kiss that surprised him. She could tell in the way he seemed to hold her
tighter, as if to reestablish his dominance.

  He was in charge.

  “Before I continue, there is a matter I need to clear up.”

  “Yes?”

  “Despite what my brothers have said, I am the head of this house, and you are my wife. I am in charge, in all matters. You are mine to do with as I see fit. In this room, you are mine, agreed?”

  Looking up at him, confused, she whispered, “Yes, Orin.”

  Lilly watched as Orin moved away from her to sit on the edge of the bed.

  “Look on the dresser, Lilly. What do you see?” he asked.

  Turning around, Lilly was confronted with a leather paddle.

  A chill rang through her. Quickly turning back to him, she knew her face was one of shock and disbelief.

  “Bring me the paddle, wife.”

  Doing as he ordered, Lilly slowly reached for the paddle. Unsure what he had planned, she was pretty sure of one thing, that this paddle was soon to be against her ass. That was when it hit her. She had just married a Dom.

  Oh God!

  “I see you have figured it out, wife. Now be a good little girl and come please your husband.”

  Shaking and unsure, Lilly handed him the paddle and stood before him. She didn’t flinch when Orin took her hand, pulling her to him.

  Draped over his lap, a fiery need engulfed her. She had never been spanked before in her life, but the thought of this man spanking her ignited something feral within her. Lilly couldn’t help but jolt, stiffening.

  “Relax, wife.” The warning tone did nothing to alleviate the muted protests. “Relax! Do I need to remind you? I will take what is mine—this is for my pleasure, not yours.” A stinging blow came from the paddle, as if to add gravity to the statement. She tried to remain still in pouting acquiescence, refocusing from her comfort to his desire, and the very words sent a thrill through her.

  Never having heard the sound of leather slapping against skin before, the pain barely registered as the thwack echoed in the large room. “One.”

  The tone came wrapped in reprimand as she bit her tongue. “Two, three.”

  Lilly flinched uselessly as the blows come in slow succession, relentlessly. “Four, Five.” Without pausing, Orin continued his slow dominance. “Six, seven, eight.”

  The inundation of blows on her tender flesh seemed to peel back new layers of soreness. It didn’t seem to have an end, as the ripe pain seemed to build and sear through her. Conversely, the feel of his hard cock poking into her stomach reminded her of his ownership. Of course, the platinum rings on her finger also spoke volumes.

  Being displayed prominently for him right on his lap was painfully arousing. There was another dimension to the pain, though, a pleasure that she was almost too ashamed of to revel in.

  She liked what he was doing, a lot.

  A slow, mounting need growing with each strike, she wanted more.

  As Orin reached twenty, Lilly abandoned the idea of lying still and was whimpering. Orin was now stroking the reddened flesh of her backside as she jerked involuntarily, hypersensitive to touch. Slowly moving downward, she couldn’t help but gasp as she felt his thick fingers enter her wet pussy. Squirming in pleasure, she tried to control herself from seeking out more of his touch.

  “For all of the protesting and whining, you certainly seem to have enjoyed yourself, wife. Now, let’s make you really mine,” Orin said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. Over in the corner, she eyed Davis and Jacks, who were stroking their engorged cocks.

  * * * *

  The loud nay of a horse threw Lilly back into the present. Her heart was beating furiously. She remembered everything. She married him, and she allowed him to spank her and then fuck her, several times. Oh God. It was all her idea!

  She was the one who said if they wanted to fuck her, they had to marry her. Of course she was only joking, and didn’t think they would take her seriously, but they did. They followed her lead. If she hadn’t said anything, she would still be single. She wouldn’t be in this mess, and she wouldn’t be worrying if she was pregnant.

  Anger which she had never experienced before in her life fueled the fires within her.

  Stupid, stupid, stupid!

  * * * *

  Lilly was mumbling loudly, berating herself when she walked back into the house, passing each of the brothers. She never saw that Orin stood and that Davis stopped talking. She never heard Jacks follow behind her. All she could think of what she did and how in the hell she was going to get out of it.

  She knew it wouldn’t take long for her family to find out. Marriages of her kind were a constant delight for gossip at her mother’s church social on the fourth Sunday of every month. Looking up quickly, Lilly turned to see all three of them staring at her. “What’s today?” she said forcefully.

  “Uh, it’s Saturday,” Davis answered quietly.

  “No, the date! What is the date?” she asked again in frustration. If she could get the exact date, then just maybe this whole mess could be fixed before her mother’s church social found out and had it spread all over Silver Springs, and back to her father and brothers. It was a long shot, but she was willing to try anything.

  She watched as Jacks looked at his watch. “It’s Saturday, October 6th. Why?”

  “Oh thank God,” Lilly said, letting out a long breath.

  “Who cares what the date is? We need to figure out how to fix this,” Orin said, interrupting her.

  “It matters because we have the next three weeks to figure out how to fix this marriage issue and if I am pregnant. Because let me tell ya’ll right now. If we don’t fix this before the fourth Sunday of this month, my mother’s church social will know that I am married, and they will tell her. She will tell my father, who will then inform my brothers, and trust me when I say you do not want my brothers on ya’ll’s doorstep. They can be… unruly,” she explained nervously.

  “So what if your family finds out, Lilly. We’re married. They’re gonna have to find out sometime,” Jacks said, walking toward her. When he grabbed her hands and held them to his chest, Lilly knew he didn’t understand.

  “Jacks, they don’t know. They think I’m—” Oh hell, how in the hell could she explain it to them, when she didn’t even understand? Everything in her life had gotten so twisted around, and before she knew it, words were said, feelings were hurt, and trust was broken.

  “What do they think, Lilly?” Davis asked, moving closer.

  “It’s just that, well, they never understood. They still don’t. I tried to explain, but…”

  “What? What don’t they understand?” Orin asked, stepping behind her. Lilly looked up, and she was surrounded by them. They moved in, and in some weird way, they cocooned her, protecting her and giving her the strength she needed. “They think I’m in California. They think I ran off with my college boyfriend.”

  “You told me last night he abandoned you.”

  “He did!” Lilly shouted in frustration. They weren’t listening to her. Nobody ever listened to her.

  “How long has it been since you’ve been home, Lilly?” Jacks asked firmly.

  “Five years,” she whispered.

  “Five years!” Jacks shouted. “Why?”

  “Because they wanted me to do something, and I refused.”

  “What did they want you to do?”

  Lilly couldn’t tell them. They wouldn’t understand. Hell, she didn’t understand. She just knew that from birth was what was expected of her. She never argued the fact, that was until she went away to college and decided she didn’t want to do it.

  “Answer Jacks, Lilly. Now,” Orin ordered firmly.

  “I’m supposed to marry someone,” she whispered.

  Oh, this wasn’t going well. She was getting nervous. When she got nervous, she stammered and couldn’t explain the price of tea, let alone what it was she was raised to do. Frustrated, she ran her fingers through her hair. Her face was flushed, and her hands were shaking. She knew they were look
ing at her like she was a crazy person, but damn it, how could she clearly explain her family when she didn’t really understand them herself.

  “Well, it’s a little late, ’cause you’re married to us. This other asshole can go find himself another wife. You’re ours,” Jacks said, pulling her into his embrace. Lilly knew he was trying to soothe her nerves, but nothing was going to calm them. She needed to explain.

  “Jacks, there’s more,” she mumbled.

  “No there isn’t. My brothers and I married you, we consummated the marriage, and you’re gonna have our baby. What more is there to discuss?” Jacks stated clearly.

  “Uh, dude, Orin and I will concede to the wedding and the bedding, but we ain’t sure about the baby. Unless there is some test that can tell us right now, let’s hold off on the baby talk, okay.” Davis grinned.

  “I ain’t conceding to anything, until I hear the whole story. Let Lilly finish,” Orin said, crossing his arms over his chest.

  Lilly turned to look at the large, powerful man. He was something to see. Taller than his brothers, Orin was also more muscular. He had an air of superiority about him, a dominant trait that bucked no refusal. With his strong, angular jaw and solid nose, his face looked more chiseled than his brothers. But it was his sea-gray eyes, those cold, unforgiving pools, that held her attention. “Now, Lilly,” he ordered.

  Jacks took Lilly’s hands and gently walked her back over to the couch. He knew what ever was going through her head was causing her to stress. Her poor little body was shaking like a leaf, and it was starting to make him nervous. He really didn’t care what she said, because there was nothing that was going to separate them. She was his wife, and he was going to make sure she stayed that way.