by Marla Monroe
Max frowned. “I don’t like the idea of letting outsiders join the club. Not without some intensive background checks.”
“No. I didn’t mean bring them in to join the club. I only meant for your classes during the week. I agree. There had gotten to be too many people toward the end. The last owner had gotten lax and didn’t do as thorough a background check as was needed.” Marx looked over at Jackson. “I’m sure Steve will agree that having classes would be good for the town though.”
Max started to speak up when he heard footsteps approaching the office. He stood up to make sure it was Steve and met the man at the door.
“Come on in. We were discussing the possibility of having some classes during the week while the club was closed,” Max said.
“We think it would be an excellent idea and would bring in some revenue in town as well,” Jackson added.
“You and Sawyer would be a big draw with you giving the classes,” Steve said.
“What about accommodations?” Max asked. “I know Perkins City has the one hotel. How many rooms does it offer?”
“I hadn’t thought about that,” Jackson said. “I think it has fifty or seventy-five rooms. We can find out. That should be plenty for during the week. I doubt you were planning to have more than ten or so students at a time, were you?”
“No, ten would be stretching it. It’s hard to adequately teach a group larger than that anything as serious as what we’re talking about. Safety is a big issue.” Max liked that the others were on board with the idea.
He and Sawyer had talked about what to do during the week when the club wasn’t open. Maintenance would only take up so much time. He didn’t want to grow bored. Of course that had all been before they’d met and fallen for Taylor. Having her in their lives would give them plenty to do in the future.
“So maybe in the spring we can look at getting that started, Max. You could plan to hold one three-day class a month. There’s no need to take up all of your spare time,” Steve said with a grin. “I have it on good authority that you have your hands full with a certain coffee shop owner in town.”
Max smiled. “She is definitely a handful.”
“Let’s get down to business. I don’t like leaving Kelly alone right now. She’s due any day now,” Marx said.
“Who’s with her?” Steve asked. “I know you didn’t really leave her alone out on the ranch.”
“No, Gill is sitting with her. She was furious that we had him babysitting, but she’ll get over it.” Jackson grinned.
By the time they’d finished discussing plans for the party, Max was anxious to finish up. He wanted to go see what was taking Taylor and Sawyer so long. Checking his watch for the dozenth time, he knew it had only been a couple of hours but it felt like much longer.
“So tell us what you wanted to talk about concerning Taylor, Max.” Steve leaned back in his chair.
“How well do you know the Chesterfields?” Max asked.
All three men frowned and mumbled obscenities under their breath. He guessed he had his answer on that.
“The entire family is as black hearted as they come,” Steve said.
“That’s why we all use the smaller bank here in town. You can’t trust that bunch not to screw with you,” Marx grumbled.
“What do they have to do with Taylor’s stalker?” Jackson asked.
“Let me walk you through a scenario and you tell me,” Max said.
Chapter Eighteen
As soon as Sawyer had loaded the last of the plastic containers in the back of his truck, Taylor locked the house up again and climbed in the cab beside him. She was exhausted, but felt much better about having done something constructive in relation to the house. She just wished the rest of it was already done. The more time she spent with Max and Sawyer, the harder it was going to be to leave when the time came.
“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” Sawyer asked as he drove them toward the club.
“Nothing really. Just wished that the house was cleaned out so I could get back to normal.”
“Tired of our hospitality already?” Sawyer asked without looking at her.
“No. It’s not that. I just feel in limbo right now. With everything going on, nothing feels normal anymore. I don’t feel like I have any control over what’s happening to me,” she said.
“I can understand that,” he said. “Max will have the house cleaned out and ready to go for you real soon. In the meantime, treat it like a mini vacation of sorts.”
Taylor laughed. “I guess that works. I mean I do get massages and cooked meals where I’m staying now. That’s as close to a vacation as I’ve ever had.”
Sawyer looked over at her with a frown. “Are you saying you’ve never been on a vacation before? Really?”
“The only places I’ve ever really been were a few short weekends to Dallas when the twins moved into their dorm and then again when they moved to their apartment. I helped get them settled both times.”
“That’s just wrong, Taylor. We’ve got to do something about that. If you could go anywhere for a week, where would you choose to go?” he asked.
“Goodness. I don’t know. I’d have to think about that. I’ve always wanted to see the mountains up north or maybe go to the coast and see the ocean.” She looked out the window as they neared the club.
Taylor had never really missed going places until recently. Over the last few years she’d longed to find out what was out there beyond Perkins City. It hadn’t crossed her mind much as a teenager. She got her traveling done through books back then. Then, the business kept her too busy to even think about a vacation.
“First chance we get, you’re going with us to the coast. Which one do you want to visit first? The east or the west coast?”
Taylor laughed and shook her head. “I’d be happy just to go to the Texas coast.”
“That’s the Gulf of Mexico, not the real ocean. That’s a weekend trip. I’m talking about a real trip, babe. One that means planning, an airplane ride and a week of sand, surf, and sex. Lots and lots of sex.” Sawyer grinned over at her as he pulled around to the employee parking lot behind Golden Shackles.
“I swear that’s all you guys think about,” she said as she removed her seat belt.
“Hey, being around you just inspires us, babe. What can I say?” Sawyer grabbed a container out of the back and headed toward the door. “Don’t even think about it, Taylor. We’ll get the containers and bring them in. You don’t lift them.”
Taylor stuck her tongue out at him while he had his back to her, but followed without carrying one with her. As much as she hated to admit it, she liked that they treated her so carefully. Her brothers had never thought twice about her helping to carry their things when they moved into either the dorm room or the apartment. It was nice to feel special for a change.
After Sawyer unlocked the door, he sat the plastic bin inside and pressed a button next to a speaker.
“Hey, Max. Get your ass down here and help me carry these things upstairs.” He waited for a few seconds and Max’s deep voice called back down that he would be there in a second. “Wait here for him while I grab another one.”
She watched as Sawyer grabbed another one and carried it to the building. Just as he reached the door, Max cam striding through the door leading to their apartment.
“Hi, precious. How are you doing?” he asked, giving her a kiss and a hug.
“Tired, but fine. Sawyer won’t let me help unload.”
“Good for him. I would have had to give him a beating if I’d found you carrying one of those heavy boxes.” He followed the other man back out to the truck.
Taylor rolled her eyes and watched as they brought the last of the boxed-up papers inside. Max locked the door behind them.
“Okay, let’s haul these upstairs. Then I think taking a break is a good idea. We can work on putting them in order later.” Max picked one up and led the way upstairs.
Once they’d carted all the c
ontainers into their living room and stacked them at one end, Max pulled Taylor into a hug, burying his face against her neck before nipping her earlobe. When he let go of her, she felt as if she needed to change her underwear again. Between Sawyer’s constant sexual innuendos and Max’s sensual attacks, she didn’t stand a chance of staying dry.
“Strip, sweetness. Go put on some of that sexy lingerie I’ve heard all about.” Max crossed his arms over his massive chest and grinned.
Taylor’s eyes grew wide as she looked first at Max then at Sawyer. Where had he heard anything about her gifts? Had Sawyer peeked in her bags then called Max?
“Who told you about them?” she demanded.
“Steve’s wife shares everything with her husband just like married couples do. He in turn warned me that you would be impossible to resist with what his wife picked out for you. Go on. I want to see.” He waved her toward the bedroom.
“What if I don’t want to parade around for you in my undies?” she asked.
“That’s fine. You can parade around in front of me in nothing but my handprint if that’s what you’d rather do. Now make up your mind, Taylor, before I make it up for you.” Max’s voice dropped even lower into a growl that thrummed against her pussy like the deep purr of a massive jungle cat.
Taylor shivered all over and turned to hurry to the bedroom to change. She really didn’t want him spanking her. Instead, thoughts of more rounds of deliciously wicked sex came to mind. She heard Sawyer’s chuckle as she closed the door and began to strip. She had no doubt that if she took longer than Max thought it should take her he would walk in and help her.
Knowing how hard it was for her to make a decision where clothes were concerned, Taylor grabbed a set without looking at them and quickly slipped them on. When she turned to look in the mirror, she gasped in surprise at how sensual she looked in the mirror. The pale yellow looked great against her skin and the way the lace barely covered her pussy with hints of flesh and neatly trimmed curls would draw the eye.
She couldn’t believe how nice she looked in the simple design and for a few seconds wasn’t the least bit nervous about modeling it for the two men out in the living room. Then reality nipped at her ass that was barely covered in back. She wasn’t supposed to be trying to intrigue them or catch their eye. She was supposed to be stepping back so that she didn’t get too attached to them. It was going to kill her to walk away when her stalker was caught and all of this ended. Depression seeped in, tightening her belly until she no longer wanted to show the delicate scraps of cloth and lace to them. What was the point?
“Taylor! Get your ass out here now. You’ve had plenty of time to strip and pull on a few pieces of clothing.” Max’s thunderous voice sounded as if it was just outside the door.
Without letting herself think it to death, Taylor hurried to the door and threw it open before stepping out into the living room. Immediately the cooler air had her nipples pebbling but the chill in the room didn’t have time to fully register to her before the heat in their eyes had her skin warming up all over. Their frank stares and the way Sawyer licked his lips sent fire roaring through her bloodstream. Seeing that look in a man’s eyes and on his face when it was looking at her would turn any woman’s world upside down.
“Fuck me. Come here, babe.” Sawyer spoke first, holding out one hand to her.
She took a tentative step toward him but stopped. The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming. She hesitated.
“Now, Taylor,” he said in a soft, stern voice.
She slowly shortened the distance between them until his hand curled around hers and drew her closer still. He gazed down into her eyes until she could see nothing but him. Then the feel of warm flesh at her back drew a gasp from her. Max’s hands took her hands from Sawyer and drew them up over her head. She watched as Sawyer pulled off his shirt then plastered his chest against hers. Sandwiched between the two men as she was, Taylor couldn’t breathe without inhaling their scent. Neither could she form a coherent thought that didn’t include them touching her, fucking her. She was so ruined. She would never be the same after having spent time with them, surrounded by them.
“I’ve got to have you, precious. I want to see you tied to my bed with my marks on your body.” Max’s voice seemed made of sin and darkness the way it wrapped around her soul as he spoke.
In that moment, Taylor belonged to them. She had no control over her body or her thoughts. They belonged to Max and Sawyer in every way. She needed them to possess her, make her theirs in mind, body, and spirit.
“Please,” she whispered, not even truly sure what she was begging them for.
“Sawyer, let’s move this to the bedroom,” Max said behind her before lifting her up for Sawyer to carry her over his shoulder.
When his big hand landed on her ass with a sharp swat, she yelped. Then he popped the other side and rubbed the sting in. By the time they reached the big bed in the bedroom, he’d given her half a dozen tingly pops that had morphed into a low burn that radiated to her clit. Max was standing by the bed waiting on them with something in his hand. When Sawyer tossed her on the bed with a soft bounce, Max wrapped something soft and dark around her head covering her eyes.
Taylor reached up to move it but Max’s sharp order for her to leave it alone had her snapping her hand back down on the bed.
“Now lay back, Taylor. We want to play with you, teach you how good it can feel to give over some of the control you’re so worried about losing.” Max had to be circling around her since his voice moved around the bed.
“Now lift your arms above your head and spread them until you can feel the edges of the mattress above you,” he said.
She slowly lifted her arms and stretched them up and out until she felt the sides of the mattress. Almost as soon as she did, hands grabbed her wrists on both sides and wrapped something soft around them. When they let go, she tried to pull against it and fond that she was tired down with only enough give to move a few inches. She felt them run their fingers around between the material next to her wrists making sure she had plenty of room so as not to cut off her circulation.
“Now your legs, babe.” Sawyer’s voice this time.
When she hesitated longer this time, one of them popped her outer thigh with a sharp sting. She gasped and spread her legs. Once again, hands anchored her until they had her ankles tied down as well. She was well and truly tied down for their mercy. Panic ebbed into her chest and she started whimpering as she fought the restraints. Immediately, both men slid on the bed next to her, smoothing their hands up and down her body, speaking in low, soothing voices.
“Shhh, Taylor. Don’t fight. Everything is fine. You’re safe. We’d never hurt you.” Sawyer’s voice soon had her relaxing into the mattress once again.
“That’s it, precious. Just relax and let us take care of you. Let go of the worry and all of the pressure you have on you from the shop and let us take care of all of it for now.” Max seemed to know what she constantly thought about.
“You don’t have to worry or think about anything for the next little while. All you have to do is feel and enjoy,” Sawyer added.
As she relaxed back onto the mattress and her breathing eased, both men laid down on either side of her. Their hands, callused and warm, slid up and down her arms, then kneaded her shoulders before drifting along her neck to rest lightly over her breasts. The weight of them made her even more aware of the lace that barley covered her nipples. When they lightly brushed their fingers over the tight buds, shards of electricity raced down her spine to rest in her pussy. Her lungs felt too full as wet mouths closed over her tender nubs, sucking and nipping until she writhed between them. Without being able to see, all of her senses seemed to expand to the point that the least touch or sound seemed magnified tenfold.
Just when she thought she would explode they stopped and moved down her body trailing kisses along the way. Fingers touched and squeezed while tongue and teeth licked and nipped. Every stinging bite evapor
ated in wild heat as a wet tongue laved the tortured skin. She tried to anticipate the next spot and failed. When everything stopped, she found herself holding her breath waiting for what came next. When long seconds went by and no one touched her, she whimpered, craving their attentions now.
The sharp swat of something against her outer thigh was almost a relief after nothing for what seemed like forever. Another swat to her other thigh had her moaning in reaction. After what felt like hours, she felt hot breath then the touch of warm skin between her thighs and at the junction of her pussy. She strained against her bonds, trying to get closer but failing.
“Please,” she breathed out.
“Shhh, babe. We’ll take care of you.” Sawyer’s voice sounded far away.
It had to be Max between her thighs. When he gave her gentle love bites all along the inside of one thigh then switched to the other, Taylor wanted to scream for more. They were too light, too easy. She needed more stimulation.
Nothing prepared her for what came next. Suddenly one of her big toes was sucked into a hot mouth while strong hands massaged the arch of her foot with long deep strokes. Then her other great toe was treated to the same treatment.
“God! Yes. That feels so good.” Taylor didn’t even try to stay quiet.
When had her feet become erogenous zones? Why was she so sensitive to every touch no matter where or what kind? The bites should have hurt, but instead it felt as if she’d been waiting for them her entire life. The nips were like mini releases that eased the tension inside of her.
When they released her ankles from the ties, she wanted to scream no. She wasn’t ready for it to stop yet. But then one of them slid fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and pulled them down her legs, reassuring her that they hadn’t finished with her yet. As they slid from her body, cool air washed over her wet folds letting her know she was wet with desire. Evidently they noticed as well since one of them dragged a finger through her pussy lips, collecting her juices along the way.
Seconds later, the ties to her wrists loosened and fell away leaving her with the ability to move if she wanted or remove the blindfold if she dared. Somehow, she knew they expected her to remain still and wait for their commands. For now, she felt the need to follow their lead. Her body was as relaxed as possible and everything inside of her demanded that she heed their orders. She left her hands and legs spread as if the ties were still in place.
