Crista pulled both men close, holding them tight.
Epilogue
“You look gorgeous.” Crista looked up as her new sister-in-law stepped into the bedroom. “Although I can’t believe you’re going to spend your wedding night at a kink club.”
Crista smiled and looked at herself in the mirror. She smoothed her hands over her loose dress, which had a low-cut top and thin spaghetti straps. It ended at mid-thigh, far shorter than she’d usually wear, but with the heels, her legs actually looked quite long.
She couldn’t believe this was her wedding night. That she’d married the men of her dreams. She turned to look at Kayla. Crista had been shy when she’d first met her, intimidated by how gorgeous and together the other woman seemed to be.
But Kayla soon put her at ease. She had a wicked sense of humor, which she generously used on her brothers, Nash and even her scary husband.
“I can’t think of any other way I’d want to spend my wedding night.”
Kayla just looked at her thoughtfully. “Maybe I should get Cord to take me to this BDSM club. Sounds like it could be fun.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Quinn barked at his sister as he walked into the room, frowning. His gaze instantly hit Crista and heated. “Damn, baby, you look hot. Sure I can’t convince you to just stay here?”
Crista shook her head. “Nope.”
“Why can’t I go?” Kayla pouted. “I’d even let Cord spank me so we wouldn’t look out of place.”
“Let me spank you?” Cord asked silkily from the doorway.
Crista immediately tensed. She didn’t know why but she couldn’t seem to relax as much around Kayla’s husband as she did around Quinn’s brothers. There was just something so dangerous about him. She’d been there for two weeks now, she should have been over this. It was ridiculous. He’d never been anything but nice to her.
Even now he smiled over at her gently as he pulled his wife against him, her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.
“Oh, you would most definitely be getting spanked, wife,” he murmured.
Quinn frowned at them. “I shouldn’t have to hear this. And you,” he pointed at his sister, “are not going anywhere near that club. You’d be the brattiest sub ever. I don’t want to watch Cord whaling on your ass, not that you don’t need it.”
Kayla stuck out her tongue at her older brother as Crista giggled.
Quinn turned to look at her. “Think that’s funny, do you, sub?”
She nodded.
“Well, we’ll just see how funny you find it later,” he said ominously.
“Ooh, promises, promises.”
* * * * *
Nash pulled up outside a gorgeous old mansion. Quinn climbed out and helped Crista from the back of the car as she stared up at the building in awe.
“This is beautiful. Is this the club?”
“The club takes up the bottom floor. Kincaid, the man who owns it, lives on the top two floors.”
“Wow.”
“Come on, Mrs. Taylor-Sinclair,” Nash said, holding out his arm. “Let’s get you inside and out of the cold.”
It was quite mild outside but she didn’t complain. They’d been this way since they’d found out about her pregnancy. Overprotective almost to the point of stupidity. Especially Quinn—he’d actually tried to tell her that she couldn’t climb any steps without them.
Any steps.
Anywhere.
Foolish man. A foolish, lovable man who was now her husband. Legally, she and Quinn were married, but in their hearts the three of them were fully committed to each other.
They’d stayed in Sacrifice for a couple of weeks before coming to Seattle to visit with Quinn’s family and get married. They’d decided to have two ceremonies, the legal one in Seattle and another in Sacrifice, where the three of them could be more open about their relationship.
When both men told her that they wanted to move to Sacrifice she’d protested. After all, Quinn had his family and business here in Seattle. But truthfully she wasn’t much of a city girl. She’d have moved for them but Sacrifice was home. And when Quinn and Nash had insisted she’d given in. Quinn was keeping his share in the family business and his brothers would hire someone to replace him.
He and Nash weren’t entirely sure what they would do in Sacrifice, but they’d been talking about buying some land and building a house. Crista didn’t mind if they wanted to become bums, as long as she was with them.
Her breath caught as they stepped inside the mansion. A huge staircase dominated the entrance, cream and gold filled her vision.
Nash and Quinn seemed unaffected as they guided her down the passage to a doorway. Stepping inside, they entered a large room. Directly ahead of her was a bar where a bartender stood mixing drinks for a number of people.
The people standing around were in varying states of dress. Some, like her men, were dressed in shirts and pants, others had bare chests, while others were completely naked. A tall, well-built woman stood at the bar dressed in tight black pants and a sparkly top, while at her feet knelt a completely naked man, a black collar around his neck.
She was talking to a shorter man of slim build. He had on jeans and a tight t-shirt. Beside him stood another woman, short and plump, her breasts nearly spilling out of her tight corset. Her skirt was so short Crista knew that if she bent over everyone in the room would get a glimpse of everything she had to offer.
There were a few tables and chairs scattered about the room as well as some long, comfortable-looking couches.
“Want a drink, darlin’?” Nash asked, turning to her. He frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“I guess I just expected more.”
“More?” Quinn queried, his voice slightly tense. She looked up at him in concern. This was his first time not wearing a mask and she wondered if she’d pushed him too quickly. His family had taken the news of their relationship remarkably well. She couldn’t imagine that most families would react so well to the news their brother was marrying not just one person, but two.
“You okay?” she asked.
He let out a loud breath then nodded. “Sorry, just need to relax a bit.”
“Why don’t we get a drink, then show Crista around,” Nash suggested. “See if we can’t find some whips and chains to satisfy her.”
* * * * *
“Good evening.”
Quinn looked up as Kincaid approached the table where he sat with Nash and Crista. He stood and slapped Kincaid on the back as he shook his hand. Nash rose and did the same while Crista looked on with wide eyes.
“Crista, this is Kincaid St. James, the owner of this place and an old friend. Kincaid, our wife, Crista,” Quinn introduced her proudly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Have a seat, man. I didn’t realize you were back.”
Quinn had invited him to their wedding. After all, it was because of him that he’d finally wised up and gone after what he truly wanted. But his assistant had told them that he was out of town.
“I just got back today. I wasn’t going to come down tonight until I heard the three of you were here. I hear you got married. Congratulations. My apologies for not being here to attend.”
Quinn smiled, relaxing. Bit by bit the worry he’d felt about coming here had faded as he’d found himself caught up in Crista’s enthusiasm. She’d asked about a hundred questions, bouncing around excitedly and generally keeping him so aroused he thought he might burst.
And he’d found that he didn’t care who saw him or what they thought. He loved Nash and Crista with all his heart. What they thought was all that mattered. Even the opinion of his family didn’t matter as much, not that they were worried about his lifestyle.
“So why aren’t you out playing with your sub, gentlemen?” Kincaid asked.
“She’s pregnant,” Nash replied.
“Ahh.” Kincaid nodded understandingly.
“Pregnant, not an invalid,” Crista spoke up, pouting slightly. “The doctor said I’m
perfectly fine for some play as long as it’s not too harsh.”
Quinn groaned. “I still can’t believe you discussed this with your doctor.”
She turned to him, smiling sweetly. Brat. “What? I wanted to check what we could and couldn’t do.”
“You discussed butt plugs and spankings and nipple clamps with your doctor,” Nash said in a voice filled with horror.
Kincaid smiled.
“He’s a health professional. He can’t tell anyone. Besides, he was very helpful,” she said with a sniff.
“Well, gentlemen, I can see you have your hands full. I’m rather tired from my flight so I think I’ll retire. But you may want to listen to your sub. Just this once. It was lovely to meet you, my dear. And thank you.”
“For what?” Crista asked in surprise.
“For bringing happiness to these two.”
She smiled. “You’re welcome. And if you ever want to come visit us in Sacrifice, you’re more than welcome.”
Quinn looked at her in surprise. Normally it took Crista a while to warm to people, not that she was unfriendly, just shy. And yet she’d just asked Kincaid—a Dom who scared most subs—to come visit?
Kincaid nodded. “I just might do that. Good night.”
Quinn turned her to face him. “What was that about?”
“What?” she asked.
“Inviting him to stay. You don’t even know him.”
Crista stared after the other man. “He’s your friend. Besides, he seems sad. If he came to stay I could find someone in my group to introduce him to.”
Nash groaned. “No, no matchmaking.”
“But—”
“No,” Quinn said firmly, putting his foot down.
Crista smirked. “And just how will you stop me? It’s not like you’re going to spank me, after all.”
Quinn turned to look at Nash, who nodded.
Quinn flipped her over his lap and raised her dress over her bottom. Good, no panties. She could follow some orders then. Quinn smacked his hand on her bottom. Not too hard, just enough to catch her attention.
“Hey!” she yelled. “I thought you weren’t going to spank me while I’m pregnant.”
“I changed my mind. After all, your doctor said spanking was okay as long as you were comfortable. Are you comfortable, sweetheart?”
“No,” she grouched. He tipped her up.
“Then I suppose we’ll just have to find somewhere more comfortable to do this, won’t we?”
“A spanking bench just became free,” Nash said, his eyes glinting in anticipation.
“Sounds good to me.”
“No, wait.” She pulled at their hands.
Quinn glanced down at her with raised brows. “Looks like our darling sub was deliberately baiting us because she thought we wouldn’t retaliate.”
“I think she forgot who was in charge,” Nash said.
Quinn nodded. “I think she needs a little reminder.”
“Nothing like a sore bottom to remind a sub to obey her Doms.”
As her men grabbed a hand each and led her to a spanking bench, Crista let a small smile slip free. She was right where she wanted to be.
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Table of Contents
Blurb
Title
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
About Lorna Jean Roberts
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