Trusting Her Two Doms [Knights in Black Leather 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  The sound of a door opening and closing had her turning her head to see the other man walk toward her carrying a steaming mug of something that smelled like cocoa. When he offered it to her, she inhaled the rich chocolate scent and smiled. Several sips later, Taylor sighed and let Max take the mug and set it on the bedside table.

  “Now lie back and let us take care of you, Taylor,” Max said.

  Two sets of hands began massaging something warm and slippery over the backs of her legs, moving upward with each stroke till they reached her thighs. There they continued kneading and stroking her, reaching the crease where her ass met the upper portion of her legs. She couldn’t help the slight gasp that escaped when they first touched her ass. It felt so naughty to have them running their hands over that part of her anatomy. When one of them moved up to the lower part of her back, the other one remained below, kneading and caressing her there.

  Seconds later, she felt something warm dribble down the crack of her ass. She started to tense when a finger spread it between her cheeks.

  “What…” she started to demand.

  “Shh, baby. We’re just playing right now. I want to make you feel good.” Sawyer was the one with his finger at her back hole.

  Taylor wanted to tell him to stop, but something inside of her wouldn’t let her utter the words. Something deep inside of her liked the way his finger felt gliding up and down there. When he eased her legs apart, she didn’t resist and even helped him until she was wide open to his sight. A stray shiver erupted when he circled one finger around her virgin entrance. It shouldn’t feel that good.

  “Your pretty pussy is wet with your juices, Taylor. I think you like having your ass played with,” Sawyer said.

  “No. I don’t. It’s not right, Sawyer.”

  “What’s not right, Taylor? The way it makes you feel, or the fact that you like it, because you can’t hide the evidence of your arousal from us. You’re wet, babe.” He dragged one finger through her pussy and leaned over to show her his wet finger.

  Taylor wanted to deny it again, but couldn’t when faced with the truth. She couldn’t believe her body was betraying her like this.

  “Sawyer is going to take good care of you, Taylor. Just relax and let go. There’s no one here but you and us. Anything we do between us is fine as long as no one gets hurt.” Max’s deep voice lulled her into relaxing enough that when Sawyer pressed against her back hole, the tip of his finger slipped through without difficulty.

  “That is so hot, babe. Your little hole just sucked me right in,” Sawyer said.

  She wanted to protest, but couldn’t utter a sound as he pressed inward again and more of his finger entered her there. He twisted it back and forth, then eased deeper. The pressure of him there awakened tissues inside of her to a new sensation. Instead of pain, she felt pleasure and that was just wrong.

  “Relax, Taylor. Let me in, baby. I want to stretch you some so we can both take you at the same time.”

  “Oh, God,” she groaned.

  He added more of the warmed oil then a second finger. The pleasure turned to an odd pinching pain that eased into a burn as he pressed the two fingers deeper into her ass. The pressure built as he pumped them in and out in slow smooth glides. Before long she realized she was lifting her hips to meet him with each stroke but couldn’t help herself.

  “That’s it, babe. Take your pleasure.” Sawyer’s other hand got busy then. He ran his fingers down her slit to play with her clit.

  She moaned as he rubbed lightly over the tiny button before retreating and teasing her pussy opening. She wanted to force him to press those fingers inside of her. She needed something to fill her empty cunt. It ached to have their cocks inside of it. She ached to have them filling her. Taylor groaned when he finally entered her with two fingers and curved them to stroke over her sweet spot.

  Higher and higher, her arousal built until she was sure she would explode with need. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her back hole and the dual sensations threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn’t remember ever flying so high before. Not even with Max that morning in the shower.

  Suddenly Sawyer pressed on her hotspot while tweaking her clit and everything seemed to move in slow motion as her vision grew dark and her body erupted in flames. She could feel her mouth open but couldn’t hear anything around the ringing in her ears. Her entire body floated with sensations that threatened to drown her. Then everything went black.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The next few days flew by for Taylor. The guys escorted her to and from work, never letting her be alone for even a minute. Thursday, she was finally allowed back in her house. She needed to see how bad everything was so she could make plans to clean it up and start the process of rebuilding her life.

  To her surprise, it wasn’t Max or Taylor who arrived to take her there at noon, it was her brothers. They both looked fit to be tied as well. When she tried to find out what they were so upset over, they closed down and refused to answer her.

  “Just let it go, Sis. We’re handling it,” Rich said.

  She finally gave up and when they arrived at the house, let Rod take the lead. While she’d prepared herself for the worst, she hadn’t expected the level of destruction she saw on entering the living room. Not one piece of furniture had been left standing. It looked as if someone had taken an ax to some of it. Tears burned as she fought to keep them from falling.

  “Fuck! You don’t need to see all of this, Taylor. Let’s take you back to the store and Rod and I’ll take care of it.” Rich wrapped an arm around her waist.

  “No. I need to see if there’s anything left of my office. I want to look at the shop’s records.”

  She saw how Rod and Rich exchanged glances with each other. When they didn’t say anything, she sighed and waded through the destruction to the room she’d used as her office. Here again, there was nothing left intact. Since she’d kept everything of value locked in the file cabinet, she’d hoped it would be left unharmed, but to her dismay, it had been broken into and all of the contents strewn across the room. It would take her forever to piece it all back together.

  “I’m going to need some plastic containers to put all of the papers in. I’ve got to straighten them out as best as I can.” Taylor ran her hands through her hair, dislodging her ponytail.

  “We’ll help you, Sis. You know we will.” Rod reached down and picked up a folder.

  “I’ll make some phone calls and get estimates on clearing everything out,” she said taking the folder from her brother. “Then I’ll get someone in to clean and paint.”

  “Leave it to us. You handle this room because it has the important papers in it. We’ll get a crew in to clear out the rest for you,” Rich said.

  Taylor nodded absently as she turned and walked down the hall to her bedroom. When she entered, it was to find her bed mostly intact, but all of the bedding had been removed. Her clothes were another story. They had been dragged out into the floor and ripped apart. Her dresser was demolished with all the drawers in broken pieces on the floor. The bathroom proved to be an even bigger mess with broken bottles of makeup and perfume in the tub.

  When she returned to the living room it was to find Max and Sawyer talking with her brothers in hushed voices. They seemed to be getting along well enough for the time being, so she headed into the kitchen. Here, too the violence had been extreme with the cabinet doors pulled down and everything smashed in the sink or on the floor. Why hadn’t someone heard all of this?

  A hand on her shoulder had her jumping with a screech.

  “Sorry, I thought you heard me walk in.” Sawyer pulled her into his arms and hugged her. “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll take care of everything.”

  She pushed away from him. “No, you won’t. I can take care of myself, Sawyer. You and Max have got to get that through your thick skulls.”

  A soft laugh behind her had her teeth on edge. She looked around Sawyer at Rod. “You are just as stubborn, Rod. Don�
�t pretend you aren’t.”

  “I never said otherwise. I just think it’s funny that you have someone who you can’t boss around like you always have us. I don’t think you’re going to be able to get your way with them as often as you did with us,” he said with a wide grin.

  “I thought you didn’t like them,” she said, frowning.

  “We’ve come to realize that they are just what you need, Sis. Let them take care of you.”

  “Oh, hell no! You’re not all ganging up on me. I make my own decisions.” She fumed inside that her own family had turned against her now.

  “Babe. We would never try and take away your independence. That’s part of what we like about you, just not when it concerns your health and safety. We’re always going to overrule you where that is at stake,” Sawyer said.

  “I haven’t given you or Max permission to rearrange my life. Where do you get off trying to make those decisions for me?”

  “We don’t need your permission, Taylor,” Sawyer said, his face completely serious now. “We assumed that responsibility when we claimed you as our woman. Live with it.”

  While Taylor stood with her mouth open, gaping like a fish out of water, Sawyer walked back into the living room where Max and Rich had remained. Her other brother, Rod, snickered off to the side trying to regain control of himself. She was going to kill them when she got the chance. They hadn’t turned out as well as she’d thought they had when they graduated from college. Clearly she’d failed where teaching them about family was concerned.

  When she finally calmed down several minutes later and joined them in the living room, her brothers were nowhere to be seen and Max was on the phone talking to someone about disaster cleanup services. Yeah, he had that right. It was a freaking disaster.

  “What is he doing?” she asked Sawyer, nodding in Max’s direction.

  “Contacting a service to come in and clean up.” When she opened her mouth to blast him, he held up one hand and continued. “We know you can take care of it yourself, Taylor, but this is something we can handle so you can concentrate on Rizzoli’s and putting the paperwork back in order. Admit that it isn’t going to hurt to let us help.”

  She fumed and scowled, but in the end, she had to admit that he was right. Not having to deal with the cleanup would leave her free to deal with everything else. Once the house was back in shape, she could deal with refurnishing it. The first thing she would do was buy a new bed then she could move back home and get out from under the influences of Max and Sawyer.

  Why did that thought make her stomach hurt? The idea of leaving them cut at her breathing. It was as if she’d already formed an attachment to them. God help her, if she had already developed feelings for them because that meant she was screwed and not in a good way.

  Each night they had worked against her resolve to remain immune to their attentions. Despite her good intentions, they always managed to break down her walls and climb inside with her. The sex was amazing, but that’s all it could be. She was not going to allow them to pull her into their world. Maybe it was fine for other people, but not for he. She had a business to run.

  Even as she argued with herself, Taylor knew she was fighting a losing battle. They’d already finagled a place in her life. It wouldn’t take long for them to work their way into her heart and soul as well. Even now she felt those most secret parts of her opening to them. She had to figure out a way to stop it before it was too late.

  What if it already is? What am I going to do if I can’t walk away when this is over with?

  Taylor had no idea and that scared her even more than having a stalker intent on causing her harm.

  * * * *

  Max watched as Taylor’s face changed with each thought that crossed her mind. Part of him negotiated the cleanup of her house while the other part of him tried to figure out what she was struggling with in her head. Whatever it was, she wasn’t happy about it. Somehow, he figured it concerned them. Their relationship was tenuous at best. He and Sawyer had to cement that bond before she managed to wiggle out of their lives.

  He finished the phone call and walked over to where Sawyer was attempting to convince Taylor to take the rest of the day off and go back to the club with them.

  “I can’t, Sawyer. I’ve got to pack up the papers in what used to be my office then close Rizzoli’s tonight.”

  “You can work on the papers later and let Darla close,” Sawyer said.

  “I don’t want her closing by herself while there’s some asshole out there trying to ruin my business.” She stuffed her hands on her hips and glared at him.

  “I’ve got a good idea,” Max said.

  They both turned to him wearing scowls.

  “Sawyer, you help Taylor pack up the office then bring her home. I’ll finish up the final preparations for the party tomorrow night and join you later. As for Darla, she said her boyfriend was going to sit with her while she works tonight, so she won’t be alone. Problem solved.”

  Taylor frowned. “Boyfriend? She hasn’t mentioned a boyfriend to me. Are you sure she wasn’t just saying that?”

  “I met him. He’s nice enough. Name’s Chris, I think,” Max said with a shrug.

  “I’ve heard her talk about him, but didn’t know they were dating.” She ran her hands over her face in a frustrated gesture.

  “Everything’s taken care of. Now run with Sawyer to get some containers, and then hurry up and finish packing up the office so you can come back to the club.” Max wanted to spend time with her tonight because their time would be taken with the grand reopening of the club the next day and night.

  Once that was out of the way, he could concentrate on putting their plan into motion to clear up the mess of Taylor’s life. The things that they had uncovered about her business and the house had him seething inside. Her brothers had been able to provide them with a lot of information that when it was all pieced together, proved to be an elaborate plot with both far-reaching effects and a hell of a lot of money involved. He still had a difficult time believing all of it.

  The amount of time, energy, and depth of deception that had gone into it amazed him. It was going to totally blow Taylor away to hear it all and it could threaten some of her friendships in the process. He just prayed that some of the people he had as possible accomplices in the scheme proved to be innocent, otherwise, Taylor was going to get hurt. He didn’t want to see her disappointed.

  “Fine. I’ll accept that.” She sighed. “Let’s go, Sawyer. We need to get started or we’ll never finish.”

  Max couldn’t believe she’d given in that easily. Well, he would take any break he could get when it came to her. He waited on the front porch for them to lock up, then followed them out to Sawyer’s truck. When he opened the passenger door for her, she let him help her inside. It was obvious that seeing the mess someone had made of her house had devastated her. He wanted to plow into someone for hurting her like this.

  “Give me a kiss, Taylor.” Max leaned in and took her lips in a soft kiss meant to sooth her.

  She surprised him when she wrapped her arms around him and held on for a brief second. Then she pulled back and let him help her fasten her seat belt.

  “Thanks, Max. I know tomorrow is important with the grand reopening and all.” She didn’t look at him, studying her hands clasped tightly in her lap instead.

  “You’re important, Taylor. Don’t forget that.” He closed the door and watched as Sawyer backed out of the drive and headed toward town.

  Max climbed into his SUV and pulled out onto the road. He was meeting Marx, Jackson, and Steve at the club in twenty minutes to review the plans for the party and to discuss the best action to take with Taylor’s problems. He knew they would need to involve the sheriff’s department at some point, but for now, he wanted to keep them out of it. He wasn’t sure how deep the corruption went. He couldn’t risk Taylor’s life trusting the wrong people. This was one of those times he didn’t like being somewhere that he didn’t alread
y have connections.

  When he pulled into the employee parking lot behind the club, a truck was already parked near the back door. He recognized the JM Ranch sign on the door. Marx and Jackson had already arrived. When he climbed out of his vehicle, the brothers did the same.

  “I know we’re early, but we were already in town getting a part for the pump so we rode on out,” Jackson said.

  “No problem. Come on in. Sawyer is staying in town with Taylor while she cleans up her home office and packs up the papers to bring here.” Max unlocked the door and deactivated the alarm.

  “How is she doing?” Marx asked.

  “She’s hanging in there. Her brothers seem to have wised-up some and are helping out.” Max led the way into the club’s office. “When Steve gets here we can review the plans for tomorrow night.”

  “We’re all impressed with how the two of you have transformed the club in the short time you’ve been here,” Jackson said.

  “We have the time to see to it being the managers. If you have another job to deal with, it doesn’t leave much time to get things done,” Max explained. “We’re thinking that opening the club up for weekends only is a good move for now, but you might want to consider expanding that to include Thursday nights in the future.”

  “If the members want the extra night later on, we can certainly look at doing that,” Marx said.

  “Sawyer and I were thinking about occasionally holding some classes during the week. Shibari vs. kinbaku, single tail training, maybe some suspension play, things that some of the members might be interested in and not have the ability to go somewhere to learn more about.” Max thought it would be popular.

  Marx and Jackson exchanged glances then Marx spoke up. “I think that’s an excellent idea. To be honest with you, if you hold classes, it would pull in some outsiders for the classes with you and Sawyer giving them. That would be good for the economy as well.”