Bound to Them

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  Nash pulled out Crista’s chair, smiling at her quiet thank-you. Quinn took the seat opposite, out of temptation’s way. He’d gotten her at the sex shop, now it was Nash’s turn to play lover. Of course that placed him right next to Nash.

  Another temptation in itself.

  “I’ll be back with the menus,” the woman said, then walked away.

  “We’ll be lucky if she doesn’t spit in our food,” Crista commented with a glare at Quinn.

  “Hopefully she’ll reserve that just for Quinn’s dishes,” Nash said.

  “What?” Quinn shook himself free of his thoughts to find them both staring at him.

  “You were rude to the waitress.” Crista frowned at him in disapproval.

  He leaned back, raising a brow. “That so?” he drawled.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “I’ll have to try and be nicer when she comes back then, won’t I?” he said. She raised her head sharply in surprise. He winked at her.

  Her startled smile instantly hardened his cock. She was so beautiful. Not a traditional beauty that one noticed instantly, but she drew people to her with her sweet smile and those enticing eyes.

  Listen to me, he thought ruefully. I’m going to break out into poetic prose.

  The waitress came back for their orders and he made sure he smiled and gentled his tone. Crista looked at him with approval.

  Nash frowned. “You need something more than a salad,” he objected after Crista ordered.

  “I’m fine,” she replied.

  “We didn’t have lunch,” Quinn reminded her. “She’ll have steak, baked potato and vegetables.”

  “I can order for myself.”

  “Certainly.” She relaxed at his words. “Anything but salad.”

  She drummed her fingers on the table. Hmm, her temper was showing. But her good manners won.

  “I’ll have the salmon, please.”

  When the waitress turned her back, Crista glared at them both. “Telling me what to eat is not part of this arrangement.”

  Quinn leaned forward as Nash slouched back, looking on in interest.

  “Looking after your health is part of taking care of you. None of us have eaten since breakfast, of which you had very little. I’m starting to worry you’ve got some sort of eating disorder.”

  He hadn’t forgotten her disparaging remarks about her looks and weight.

  “I do not.” She looked at them both with outrage.

  “Regardless, we’ll be watching you closely, darlin’. We just want to take care of you.” Nash brushed a hand down her cheek and she instantly softened.

  Nash had that effect on women. He liked to coddle them, pamper them. Yet Quinn knew the other man could be just as strict as Quinn could when it came to serious matters. Crista had yet to learn that.

  “I’ll eat the salmon,” she said grudgingly. As if there had been any doubt. They’d have fed it to her bite by bite if necessary. Actually, he quite liked that idea.

  “How come the two of you don’t touch in public?” she blurted out. “Is your relationship a secret?”

  Quinn stilled, his tongue suddenly too thick to talk.

  Nash smiled but he looked almost sad.

  “Quinn’s not used to public displays of affection. Particularly not with a man. He spent too long feeling ashamed of his feelings for me. Don’t push him, darlin’. It’s enough that he accepts me in private.”

  Quinn felt gut-punched. Unable to breathe through the pain.

  Chapter Ten

  “That’s not true,” he whispered.

  “No?” Nash asked, his eyes betraying the pain he’d obviously been hiding. “Then why haven’t you touched me since we left the motel?”

  “I didn’t want to embarrass either of you.”

  Both Nash and Crista frowned in obvious confusion. Quinn sighed. He reached over and grasped Nash’s shoulder.

  “I thought it better to be hands-off. I thought the two of you might be ashamed if we got strange looks from people. You know, if they thought the three of us were together.”

  “The three of us are together,” Nash pointed out. “And not wanting people to know is your problem, not ours.”

  Quinn closed his eyes. Damn, I just keep fucking up. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “I was wrong. Forgive me?”

  Nash frowned at him but Crista nodded with a smile. Generous little thing. She really did need a keeper.

  Nash crossed his arms over his chest.

  “I’m not ashamed,” Quinn said.

  “Prove it,” Nash told him, challenge shining in his eyes.

  “How?” Quinn asked, his guts clenching. He’d do anything. He couldn’t lose Nash. Not again.

  “Kiss me.”

  Quinn stared at him. Then he moved his chair closer and, reaching over, clasped Nash’s cheeks in his hands, kissing him deeply. His tongue dove into the other man’s mouth, exploring, teasing until they were both breathing heavily.

  Nash pulled back, his eyes lighter, and Quinn knew he’d been forgiven for the small stuff. He still had to work at getting the other man’s full trust. It grated a little, but he’d only brought it on himself.

  “Maybe the no-touching policy was better,” Crista said breathily. Both men turned to look at her questioningly. She squirmed. “I’m not exactly comfortable here.”

  Ahh yes, the plug. Quinn grinned at her.

  “Spread your legs, sugar,” Nash drawled. She hesitated, her gaze darting around. It was early yet. The only other people in the restaurant were an older couple and they were across the room.

  “No one can see us,” he soothed. “Be a good girl now.”

  Crista nibbled at her lower lip but must have moved her legs apart because Nash grinned. Quinn silently cursed his seating choice. The tablecloth hid what they were doing but he knew Nash was touching her.

  “Describe what you’re doing to her,” Quinn growled. If he couldn’t touch her, he’d damn well participate in any way he could.

  “She’s wet. Very, very wet. I think she enjoys being plugged, don’t you, baby?” Nash crooned.

  Crista sucked in a deep breath. Then her eyes widened and she let out a small squeal.

  “Did you just sp-spank my p-pussy?” she stuttered, staring at Nash. Quinn knew it had to be killing Nash to keep that strict look on his face.

  “Answer me,” Nash ordered.

  “Ahh, I don’t know. I guess, maybe.” Her face flushed. Quinn’s cock pressed insistently against his jeans, demanding some respite from the blissful pain he was in.

  Nash looked at Quinn wryly. “Well, that’s not exactly a definitive answer. I’ll just have to figure it out for myself, won’t I? No making any noise now, sugar, we don’t want to attract any attention, do we?”

  She shook her head frantically.

  “Her folds are all puffy and damp with her dew. I bet if we could see them they’d be a dark pink.” Nash’s accent seemed heavier, his words wrapping around Quinn, tightening his balls. His dick pounded.

  Crista’s eyes grew dazed, her breath coming in short pants. Damn, he wondered if she’d come right there and then for them.

  How incredible had his luck been to meet these two people? He definitely didn’t deserve them. What if he just ended up hurting them? What if he really couldn’t embrace who he was?

  Quinn shook his head. I can do this. Get over it.

  At the club he never had self-doubts, never second-guessed himself. There, he was in charge. Here it could be the same. Well, he’d never be in charge of Nash. But Crista—she needed him.

  This was part of who she was. Who they were.

  Between himself and Nash, they should be able to keep watch over the little minx.

  “She’s so small, I’ve got two fingers inside her and she’s like a glove. No, don’t tense up, darlin’,” Nash soothed. “I want free access and doesn’t it feel good, having me thrust my fingers inside you? I can feel your thighs quivering. You’re not to come though, sugar.”
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  She let out a tiny whimper, her teeth biting on that lip again.

  “You can hold off, sweetheart,” Quinn added quietly. “You’re not the only one suffering. If it helps, Nash and I are gaining permanent zip marks on our cocks.”

  Her eyes widened and then she snorted with laughter. Nash sent him a wink, letting him know he approved of the distraction he’d provided. Damn, he was getting soft. She brought that out in him. He couldn’t keep his distance from them. And that scared him even as he found it freeing.

  “Ahh, your clit is swollen, isn’t it, sugar?” Nash drawled.

  Crista’s eyes fluttered shut.

  “Crista, look at me,” Quinn ordered. She instantly followed his command. “How does it feel, having Nash play with you? Is he tapping your clit or circling it?”

  Her mouth dropped open, her pink tongue dipping out to lick those lush lips.

  “Crista,” Nash warned quietly.

  Her gaze flicked to Quinn and she took a deep breath. She amazed him constantly. They were pushing her boundaries, making her do things she’d probably never dreamed of. And she kept proving that she had more courage than either of them.

  “He-he’s tapping it. Now he’s circling it. He keeps changing.”

  “I bet that keeps you on the edge, doesn’t it?” Quinn asked huskily.

  “Y-yes. Please,” she cried.

  Quinn looked over at the other couple but they were paying them no attention. “Please what, baby?” he asked.

  “I need to come,” she begged in a whisper. “Please, oh please let me.”

  “Not yet, darlin’.” Nash looked up and Quinn followed his gaze, spotting the waitress.

  Nash slipped back into his chair. Crista protested quietly but Nash leaned down and kissed her gently. “Soon, sugar, very soon.”

  * * * * *

  Crista sighed with relief as they reached the motel. She’d never been so glad to see the place. Maybe now Quinn and Nash would give her some respite from the hot, aching arousal that had been enveloping her all day.

  Their play at the restaurant had nearly pushed her over the edge. She’d probably have brought the place down with her screams. She used to be much more controlled than that. It seemed they’d brought out the slut in her.

  “What are you frowning about, sweetheart?”

  She looked over at Quinn. When had they come to a stop? He held her door open, staring at her in concern. Something had changed with him. He’d never looked at her with that level of concern and tenderness before. Nash, yes. Nash was her Southern gentleman, all charm and protectiveness. Until she broke a rule. Then she bet he’d be all over her ass.

  And she’d love every second of it.

  “Nothing.”

  His face hardened. The Dom was back. “Don’t lie to me, Crista. Remember what you promised.”

  Honesty. Communication. Respect.

  “Do you have to know my every thought?” she asked with exasperation.

  His face shut down, growing cold. “No. Of course not. Keep your privacy.”

  Remorse struck her and she grabbed his hand as he turned away. “I was just thinking what a slut I’ve become.”

  Out of the corner of her eye she saw him jolt and stiffen. “I know having two men isn’t normal, but it does not make you a slut,” he told her firmly.

  “Not because of that.”

  “Then why?” Nash moved to stand beside Quinn.

  Crista blushed. “Because all I ever seem to think of is sex. I want the two of you so much I can’t get you out of my head. I’m sitting here with a piece of plastic up my ass and all I can think about is how I want to jump the two of you.”

  Both men broke into shit-eating grins. Bastards.

  “I think our little sub is in need of some loving,” Nash said. “And some lessons in communication.”

  Quinn leaned in and undid her seat belt before drawing her up into his arms. She expected him to set her down immediately. Instead he kept her against his chest as he walked toward the motel room.

  “Quinn, you can’t carry me,” she protested.

  “I’m too heavy, Quinn. You’ll hurt your back,” she added weakly, realizing her protests were going to have zero impact.

  Nash reached around and smacked her bottom.

  “Ouch,” she cried even as the impact jolted the plug, sending zings of pleasure racing through her body.

  Luckily, Quinn had tucked her skirt against her thighs, his arm holding the material in place as he strode toward Nash’s room.

  “Enough,” Nash said sternly. “You’ve been warned about putting yourself down. You are not too heavy. If you make any more comments like that, you won’t sit for days, understand?”

  Crista stared in surprise. She’d known he had a stricter side. She just hadn’t expected this to be one of the rules he’d take a hard line on.

  “What do you say, Crista?” Quinn asked as he stood waiting for Nash to open the door.

  “Yes, I understand.”

  Quinn watched her, waiting.

  “Sir,” she blurted out. “I understand, Sir.”

  Nash smiled and kissed her. Immediately the knot in her stomach eased. He ran his finger down her cheek. “Have I mentioned how much you please me?”

  Instant warmth infused her. The part of her hungry for acceptance, for reassurance, lapped up his praise.

  Quinn remained standing off to the side, holding her as Nash entered the motel room.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked.

  “Wrong?” he repeated.

  “Why are we standing out here?” She stared up at him with concern and a bit of fear.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he soothed her. “Nothing’s wrong. Nash is checking to make sure the place is safe for you to enter.”

  Nash appeared at the doorway and nodded.

  Quinn grinned and looked down at her, his gaze decidedly hungry. “Now the fun begins.”

  Nash stood aside to let them into the room. Quinn entered, carrying Crista, his arms not even straining. Not that she weighed all that much. Foolish darlin’ had some large hang-ups about her weight.

  Nash would be working on that with her. He and Quinn together.

  Quinn let her feet drop then held her shoulders until she steadied. Nash wondered how many times they’d have to catch her. Nash looked forward to every minute. He only hoped Quinn felt the same. Nash still didn’t quite trust that Quinn wouldn’t find this all too much and run off. But even if he did, Nash was staying. He would be happier with Quinn in his life. He loved him. But Crista was his too.

  A rush of protectiveness made him lightheaded. One thing was for sure. Life wouldn’t be boring.

  Nash raised a brow as Crista stood, looking at them. “What are you supposed to do when we’re alone?” he asked her.

  She blushed but immediately stripped. Nash turned to Quinn to give her some time. He took Quinn’s mouth with his, clasping the other man’s hips to pull him flush against his body. He’d been longing to do this all day, but until that kiss in the restaurant, he’d been unsure of Quinn’s reaction.

  Nash rubbed his erection against the other man. Quinn reached around and clasped his buttocks, squeezing firmly.

  A quiet groan came from Crista. Both men pulled back and turned to look at her. She was glorious. Naked, she knelt on the floor, her back straight, her hands on her thighs as she stared up at them through lust-filled eyes.

  Her heavy breasts were creamy and tipped with dark-pink nipples. Her small waist led to lush hips and curvy thighs. Her skin was a light dusky color where it met the sun, pale where she kept it hidden under bulky clothes.

  “Very good, sugar. Part your legs for us,” Nash ordered.

  She blushed but moved her thighs apart, showing off her now bare pussy. They’d taken great pleasure in shaving her mound that morning, much to her embarrassment. No part of her remained shielded from them.

  Nash pulled off his shirt and folded it. Quinn did the same, except he just
dropped his to the floor. Next came their jeans. Like Nash, Quinn wasn’t wearing underwear.

  “What a pretty, pretty pussy. Have you ever seen a pussy as gorgeous as this one, Quinn?” Nash asked as he circled her.

  She tensed but didn’t move, keeping her gaze on Quinn.

  “Never.” Quinn stared at her folds.

  Nash knelt behind her. He clasped her breasts, holding them up. “And these breasts, have you ever seen a pair of breasts as breathtaking as these?”

  “They’re magnificent.” Quinn came to his knees before her. Leaning down, he took one of the nipples Nash offered into his mouth. Nash pinched her other nipple.

  She sucked in a sharp breath.

  “No holding back your reactions. We want to hear every scream, every moan, every yell.” In the past, Nash had often required silence from his subs. But not with Crista. She had a tendency to retreat into herself that worried him. A defense mechanism to protect herself from hurt.

  Crista needed to learn that she could turn to Nash and Quinn for help, for support and protection.

  “What do you say?”

  “Yes Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Nash soothed the abused nipple with his thumb and she sighed. He let go of her breasts. Quinn took his place, cupping her breasts, lapping at her nipples then sucking them deep. Nash dropped one hand to her pussy—the other grasped the base of the plug.

  He swirled his fingers around her clit as he turned the plug, pulling it out slightly before pushing the firm rod back in. “Have I told you how hot it made me, knowing that you had this up your ass, knowing that your body was being prepared to take us both?” He leaned his chin on her shoulder, murmuring quietly in her ear.

  Crista let out a small cry. “It did?”

  “Oh yeah, can’t you feel my dick pressing against you?” Nash asked her. “It’s been like this all day. Every time I touched you, every wiggle of that gorgeous ass, every smile made me harder. I’ve never wanted a woman more.”

  Her breath came in pants. He kept his movements on her clit deliberately slow.

  “Don’t come until I give you permission, sugar.”

  She whimpered.

  “I know how hard it is,” he sympathized. “But you can hold off.”