Bound to Them

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  “Look at that beautiful hair flowing over your shoulders like waves of thick honey,” Nash drawled. “I want to bury my face in it, have its silkiness caress my body, play with it endlessly.”

  “And those eyes and lips,” Quinn joined him. “Large, green-blue eyes that stare at me with such trust and lust. Everything you think can be seen in those eyes. And your lips, shit, I’ve never felt such perfect lips, whether they’re kissing my mouth, my skin or surrounding my dick.”

  “Touch your breasts, sugar,” Nash ordered. She glanced to her left, looking at him.

  “Crista,” Quinn growled, drawing her gaze to where he stood to her right. “You were given an order. You’ve got enough punishment coming. I didn’t think you’d want to add more.”

  “Yes Sir.” She raised her hands, cupping her breasts, watching herself in the mirror.

  “What are you thinking, sugar?” Nash asked.

  “That they’re too large,” she said truthfully. “That they kind of sag.”

  “Look at our hands, Crista.” Quinn shoved his hands before her as Nash did the same. They cupped their hands over her breasts, trapping her own hands against her.

  “Now tell me, are they too large for us?”

  She shook her head mutely.

  “I adore these breasts,” Nash told her, moving closer. “I love licking them, sucking them, burying my head against their softness. There is something utterly arousing and yet comforting about laying my head against your breasts. No matter what size, how much they sag or don’t sag, no one talks badly about something I love.”

  Crista could almost imagine his words were about her rather than her breasts.

  “What about these hips?” Quinn asked, running his hand along her side. Crista giggled, ticklish. Quinn grinned. “What do you think of these hips?”

  “They’re big.”

  “They are?” He moved behind her and, grasping her hips, pulled her tight against him. “To me they’re just right. The right size to grab you with, to thrust and pull to my heart’s desire.”

  His breath bathed her ear as his cock brushed demandingly against her lower back. Crista pushed her bottom back at him insistently.

  Quinn laughed and slapped her ass. “Ahh yes, and then there is this bottom. I don’t even want to hear what horrid things you have to say about this part of your body. Breasts may be Nash’s Nirvana, but I’m an ass man. I love a lush, firm ass and that is exactly what you have.”

  “You obviously love cellulite then,” she retorted.

  Spank after spank landed on her bottom. When he finished, tears pricked her eyes. Her butt cheeks smarted even as he rubbed them.

  “Did I ask for any comment about my gorgeous ass?” he asked her in a quiet voice.

  Crista shook her head. “No Sir.”

  Both men suddenly knelt at her feet. Crista swayed at the abrupt loss of their closeness. Reaching up, they helped steady her.

  “These have got to be the cutest feet I have ever seen. I especially love when you paint your toenails,” Nash told her. At the moment they were a bright, shocking pink. “And these legs may be short, but when you wrap them around my waist they’re just the right length, aren’t they?”

  They ran their hands up her calves, over her knees to the tops of her thighs, just brushing the weeping folds of her pussy before drawing back.

  Crista whimpered.

  Quinn parted her pussy lips. “This pussy is a work of art. Pink and pretty and always ready for us. Damn, I need a taste.”

  Crista watched in the mirror, the sight of his shaved head between her legs more of a turn-on than she’d thought possible. She barely noticed Nash stand and step behind her. His chin dropped onto the top of her head as he placed his hands on her stomach.

  Immediately she sucked her breath in, trying desperately to make herself slimmer.

  “Please don’t touch me there, Sir.”

  “Are you saying your safe word?” Nash asked.

  Crista shook her head.

  “Then your body is mine to touch anywhere I please, is it not?” His gaze was hard, far sterner than she’d expected from him. She closed her eyes, unable to watch.

  Crista yelled as he treated her already hot bottom to a barrage of hard smacks. Tears dripped down her cheeks.

  “Open your eyes, Crista,” Nash said. “Relax.”

  How was she supposed to do that?

  Quinn suddenly tapped her clit with his tongue and she let her breath out on a whoosh, unable to hold her stomach in with the onslaught of pleasure.

  “Much better,” Nash commented. “Don’t think we haven’t noticed the way you stiffen each time we touch your stomach. We’ve been going easy on you, but from now on you can expect the two of us to be touching your stomach a lot. There is no part of your body that we don’t adore, Crista.”

  Keeping one hand on her stomach, he reached up with the other and pinched her nipple. Quinn thrust two fingers inside her, making her legs buckle but Nash easily held her up.

  “Please, Sir,” she begged.

  “Please what?” Nash asked.

  “Please let me come.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Not yet, sugar,” Nash replied. “Not until I hear you say some nice things about yourself.”

  She whimpered. She could barely concentrate, let alone speak.

  “Crista?” Nash prompted. “There is no coming until you speak up. And you have to convince us you mean it.”

  “I like my hair,” she said quickly.

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s good for fancy dress. I make a great Cousin It.”

  Smack!

  “And it’s a pretty color,” she continued quickly. “And it’s nice and shiny.”

  Nash smiled. “And?”

  She swallowed heavily, forcing her eyes to remain open as Quinn swirled his tongue around her clit. What else could she say?

  “Look at yourself,” Nash whispered.

  Crista looked. Really looked. And saw someone she didn’t completely recognize staring back at her. Sure, she had flaws. Her stomach wasn’t flat. She knew there was cellulite on her butt and thighs. But she had smooth skin and she liked her eyes. Right now her face was flushed with a combination of embarrassment and arousal, and it made her eyes sparkle and stand out.

  “I like my eyes, they shine.”

  “Yes, they do,” Nash replied.

  “And my skin, I have good skin.”

  “Silky and smooth,” Nash agreed.

  “And I guess— I guess, I mean, I’m not ugly. I suppose I’m kind of cute.”

  “Just begging for compliments, aren’t you? Darlin’, you’re beautiful.”

  The reverence, the sheer honesty in his tone seeped into that insecure place inside her. Maybe he was right. Maybe she didn’t have the perfect body, but then maybe she didn’t have to.

  “Say it.”

  She took in a shuddering breath.

  “Just say it after me,” he coaxed her. “I’m beautiful.”

  “I’m beautiful.” She flushed.

  “I’m sexy.”

  “I’m sexy,” she parroted.

  “And the next time I put myself down I’m going to be tied to the bed and tortured erotically for hours on end without release.”

  She whimpered but repeated what he said word for word.

  “Good girl,” Nash drawled. Crista shivered at the silky heat in his voice. “You may come now, but keep those eyes open.”

  Nash pinched her nipples just as Quinn sucked harder on her clit. Her orgasm hit her with the weight of a freight train, bursting over her, nearly knocking her off her feet.

  Quinn stood and lifted her. Crista placed her legs around his hips, hanging on tight. She looked down to see the spreader bar lying on the floor.

  When the hell had he untied her?

  She no longer cared as he entered her in one steady thrust.

  He stilled. “Damn it, condom.”

  “Got it,” Nash said. Qui
nn drew out and Nash quickly covered him in latex

  Quinn’s mouth slammed down on hers as he turned and, taking a few steps, pressed her back against the wall. Then he moved, fast and harsh. She bumped back against the wall, not caring in the slightest how rough he was.

  Crista bit down on his shoulder, reveling in his grunt. She clasped him tight, holding on for all she was worth as he drove her higher and higher.

  “Quinn, ohh, please, it’s too much,” she cried, overloaded with sensation.

  “You can do it, sweetheart. Come for me.”

  He reached between them and lightly flicked her clit. Once, twice, until she let out a low cry, her orgasm starting slow and gentle, then building as she clamped down on him hard.

  Quinn groaned, his thrusts slowing as he orgasmed with a shudder. He leaned his head against her shoulder, both of them breathing deeply until he took a step back. Crista dropped her legs, expecting him to set her on her feet. Instead, he carried her to the bed where Nash sat in the middle of the mattress, his back resting against the headboard. Quinn laid her next to Nash, kissing her on the forehead before he walked around the bed to the bathroom, pulling the condom off as he moved.

  Crista rolled, glancing down at Nash’s stiff cock standing upright, proud. Nash ran his hand through her hair.

  He pressed her down as she started to sit up.

  “Just rest, baby girl.”

  Before she could protest, Quinn returned. He climbed onto the bed, wrapping his hand around Nash’s cock. His mouth met Nash’s, kissing him. Crista paused, arrested by the sight.

  Nash shuddered under the onslaught of Quinn’s mouth as the other man pumped his dick firmly with sure, heavy strokes. He was already on edge, first from playing with Crista then from watching Quinn take her against the wall.

  Quinn drew away, placing kisses on Nash’s chest, leaving tingles of sensation in his wake. His mouth surrounded the head of Nash’s cock. Nash gritted his teeth at the bliss that engulfed him, determined not to embarrass himself by coming straightaway.

  Quinn swallowed him down, taking him in slowly then releasing him quickly.

  A smaller hand cupped his balls. Nash jolted, shuddering as he opened his eyes. Crista licked her lower lip as she played with him.

  A deep, fiery need simmered in his lower back, seeping through his balls. His lungs stilled as he caught his breath, trying desperately to hold himself back, but he was too far gone.

  “I’m coming,” he gritted out through a clenched jaw. Quinn sucked harder as Nash exploded with a yell.

  Nash slumped backward against the headboard, thoroughly exhausted. He scooted down until he lay between them. Pulling them close, he kissed first Quinn then Crista.

  Crista snuggled into him, running her hand up and down his chest. He held her close, the three of them just lying quietly.

  “You okay, darlin’?” he asked her.

  “Yep,” she replied unconvincingly.

  Nash opened his eyes just as Quinn leaned up on one elbow to stare over at Crista.

  “What’s wrong?” Quinn asked.

  She let out a shuddering sigh. “Everything would be perfect if it wasn’t for Andrew. And Doug. I’m scared something bad has happened to him.”

  “Would it make you feel better if we went and had another look for him tonight? We could run around the bars again.”

  She shook her head. “You’re both tired. I’ll go by myself.”

  “Like hell,” Quinn growled before rising. “I’ll go. You two stay here.”

  “No, really,” she protested, sitting up.

  Nash sat up as well. “You can’t go, Quinn. You haven’t got a vehicle, remember?”

  Quinn frowned. “Damn, I forgot. All right, you go, I’ll stay with Crista.”

  “No.” Crista stood, her hands on her hips. “I’ll go. He’s my responsibility.”

  Quinn glared at her. “And you’re ours. Now get your butt ready for bed. It’s freezing out there and we have no idea where O’Ryan is. We’re staying here. Nash can handle himself just fine.”

  “Thanks,” Nash said dryly. He leaned over and kissed Crista lightly. “I won’t be long, darlin’. Why don’t you have a bath, try to relax and don’t worry, okay?”

  Her forehead puckered into a frown, but she nodded and gave him a hug.

  “Just be careful. Please.”

  “Always.”

  * * * * *

  Nash tiredly walked into the motel room nearly two hours later. He toed off his shoes, glancing over at the sofa to find Quinn sitting slumped against the couch, staring at him. Crista lay against Quinn, her legs covered by a blanket, her head lying on his lap.

  “She wouldn’t go to bed until you were back,” Quinn explained.

  Nash raised a brow. “And you let her get away with that?”

  Quinn grinned and shrugged. “Maybe I’m getting soft.”

  Nash snorted. Quinn’s smile faded and he ran his hand through her hair. “Truthfully I’m finding it really hard to deny her anything.”

  “Better be careful or she’ll have you wrapped around your little finger.”

  “Like you can talk.”

  Nash shrugged and sat on the coffee table before them. “I love her. I haven’t known her long. But I know how this feels.” He glanced up at Quinn. “And I know I can’t let her go. Doesn’t mean I’m going to let her get away with things that aren’t good for her.”

  Quinn nodded. “I know. I feel the same way. It’s not going to be easy,” he warned.

  Nash rolled his eyes. “If I gave up when things got hard, I’d have given up on you ages ago.”

  Quinn narrowed his gaze. “You did give up on me.”

  “I never stopped loving you. I never would have. I just couldn’t take the pain of being near you and not having you love me back.”

  “I know. I was a fool. I’ve learned my lesson though. I won’t make the same mistake as I did with you. I won’t let her go. But do you think she’s ready to hear that?”

  Nash frowned. “I don’t know. There’s a lot going on at the moment. Part of me wants to tell her and the other part of me says go slow, don’t overwhelm her. We’ve only been together a few days, I don’t want to scare her off.”

  Quinn nodded. “Yeah, that was my thought too.”

  “After we find Doug and get rid of O’Ryan, however, all bets are off. Between the two of us we’ll keep her so happy she’ll never want to leave. First, though, we have to find her brother.”

  “Yeah. Still no sign of him, huh?” Quinn queried.

  “Nope. No doubt he’s on a bender somewhere and when I do find him, he’s going to be very sorry for putting her through this.”

  Quinn frowned darkly. “I’m right there with you, bud.”

  “Bastard doesn’t deserve her worry.”

  Crista stirred. Opening her eyes, she blinked over at him blearily. “Nash?”

  “I’m here, baby.”

  She sighed. Then she rubbed her eyes and sat. “Doug?”

  “Sorry, darlin’, I couldn’t find him anywhere.”

  Her shoulders slumped and she nibbled at her lip, obviously holding back tears.

  “Thank you for looking.”

  “Come here.” Nash couldn’t stand the sadness in her eyes. Sitting next to Quinn, he pulled Crista onto his lap and rocked her. “I’m not going to stop looking until I find him, okay?”

  Burying her head into his chest, she nodded.

  He kissed the top of her head. “Come on, time for bed. I’m beat, and my boss is a real hard-ass. If I slack off tomorrow, she’s liable to fire my ass.”

  “Or spank it,” she replied cheekily.

  “Oh, don’t even go there. There’s only room for two Doms in this relationship and you aren’t one of them, brat.”

  She pouted but before she could reply Quinn’s phone rang. Nash carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed.

  “Yep… That’s right… Okay… Sure… Thanks very much, Reggie.”


  Crista tensed beside him as they both stared over at Quinn.

  “That was Reggie? Has he found Doug? Or Andrew?” she asked.

  “He’s been putting out some feelers about your brother. Apparently someone over in St. George saw him in a bar on Saturday night.”

  “Oh.” She slumped back.

  Nash placed an arm around her shoulders. “At least he’s safe,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down her back to soothe her.

  “Yeah,” she agreed. “I just can’t believe he’d go off like that and leave me.”

  Quinn lay down on her other side, throwing his arm over them both.

  “Well, we’re here, sweet pea, and we’re not going anywhere.”

  * * * * *

  Where the hell was Doug? Crista paced the trailer, her emotions seesawing back and forth between anger and worry. Doug was missing. The project manager was on the warpath. Andrew was stalking her, trying to terrify her.

  What the hell else could go wrong?

  A knock on her door had her spinning.

  “Crista?” The door opened and Pete popped his head in, his weathered face a welcome relief.

  “Pete!” She stood and raced over to drag him inside for a hug. “You’re back. How’s Ella? Is she okay?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, she’s doing much better. Luckily, she wasn’t driving very fast. She’s got a sprained ankle, but her mother is staying with her. You look kind of stressed though. What’s wrong?” Pete looked at her with concern.

  They’d known each other for years. He’d started working for her father as a nineteen-year-old kid. More than twenty years later, he’d grown into a self-assured, calm man who made an excellent foreman.

  “Oh, just the usual, you know.” She attempted a smile but he saw right through her.

  “Sit,” he ordered. Even though he technically worked for her and Doug, Pete had always been a take-charge man. She sat on one chair and he took the other.

  “Now spill.”

  He sat quietly as she told him everything that had happened over the last few days. Well, almost everything.

  “So now Doug’s God-knows-where and the project manager is coming today. He wants to see Doug. Last time he was furious when he had to deal with me.”

  “Okay, I’ll deal with the project manager and with the men. What are we going to do about Andrew though? You can’t be left alone, not when he’s getting dangerous.”