by Jane Jamison
“Tell us, Tatum,” urged Josh.
She had to try. They had a right to know. “It’s my father.”
“You’ve said that before. But what about him?” Will came closer and flattened his hands on top of the couch as he leaned closer. “Do you really think the news will kill him? Sure, he’s not going to like it, but I doubt it’s a death sentence.” Will paused. “Oh, shit. Does he have a bad heart?”
“No, it’s not that. At least not exactly.” Her father was in the best of health. Or so he said. And since her father had never lied to her, she trusted him to tell her the truth. But then, why couldn’t she shake the feeling that she needed to stay close by?
“Then what is it, darlin’? What aren’t you telling us?”
She gazed into Josh’s worried eyes. “If I could explain it, I would. But I can’t. Please give me a little while longer.”
Will’s body relaxed, and the determined expression on his face disappeared. “Okay, I get it. Until we know what’s going on with your father, we’ll stay quiet.”
“Thank you for understanding.” She gave him a grateful smile.
Will paced over to the window. “Still, isn’t there anything we can do to get this, to get us moving forward?”
“Like I said, maybe Jocelyn Richards will come up with something.” What else could she offer them?
“I know, I know. But we have to do something more than that. I don’t like taking a passive role in my own life.” Will looked to his cousin then strode to the fireplace to stare into the flames.
“Although I wonder…”
Both Josh and Will fixed their attention on her at the same time. Josh ran his hand along her arm. “What, Tatum? Finish what you were going to say.”
She didn’t want to bring it up, but she would and then get ready for them to shoot her idea down. “I could search my attic for any information, journals, letters, and deeds. You know. Anything that might help us end this thing. It just doesn’t make sense that no one can figure out whose land and cabin this is. After all these years and all the legal wrangling, it has to come to a stop at some point. How about you guys? Can you do the same and do a little searching? We might find something to help Jocelyn.”
The light in Will’s eyes died. “I don’t think we’d find anything. I’ll bet it’s all been gone through before now.”
“Maybe so. But isn’t it worth a try?” They had to do it. If nothing else, it would be a step in the right direction.
“She’s right, cuz. There’s no harm in trying.”
But Will wasn’t convinced. She could see it in his face before he spoke. “I guess not. But it’ll call attention if Josh or I go rummaging around the house. That’s the last place anyone would think to find us. Naw, we need someone else to do it.”
“Then who?” Tatum’s thoughts ran to Farah. She knew Farah thought the feud was just as wrong as they did. Could Farah search their house? It didn’t matter, however, since Farah was no longer living in Sanctuary.
“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.” Josh brushed her hair away from her shoulder then skimmed a finger over her collarbone. “Until then, let’s make the best of the time we have together.”
“What about the blow-up mattress?” She leaned against Josh’s strong body as his hand trailed a lazy slope down to her nipple. She sighed and closed her eyes, letting her other senses soak in his scent and the feeling of his skin against hers.
“Next time.”
Were those two words the most beautiful words next to I love you? If not, she wasn’t sure what other words would sound better.
Josh took her with him down to the rug as Will tugged his jeans off. The men were insatiable, like sex machines that never needed more power. She slid her hand along Josh’s cock as he settled next to her and played with her breasts. His shaft was as hard as the rest of him. Pre-cum already oozed from its tip.
“Darlin’, have you been a good girl?”
She smiled as Will knelt between her legs and bent her legs to wrap around his waist. They were in the mood for rough play.
“Answer Master Josh.”
She bit her lower lip, knowing it would give Will a thrill. “Yes, Master Josh, I have.” She batted her eyes, getting into the familiar role of submissive.
“You’re lying, woman.” Josh nipped her breast, eliciting a yelp from her.
“Master Josh, I’m telling you the truth.” She made a joke of it by shaking her head as she spoke, denying her words.
Will pulled the lovely basket of toys nearer. If she’d known how much they’d enjoy the basket, she would’ve bought sex toys sooner. She hadn’t had the nerve, even though she’d been to the local BDSM club, Consensual, a couple of times. Instead, she’d always remained an observer. Had that been because she’d been too shy to join in? Or because she’d instinctively known that she wanted her first experience to be with Josh and Will? Whatever the reason, she was happy that she’d waited.
Will took out a black, glossy paddle. “You know what we do when you lie to us, don’t you?”
She nodded then flicked her tongue over her upper lip. “I know.”
He whacked her butt cheek, startling her and sending delightful pain into her ass. “What did you say?”
“I know, Master Will.”
He spanked her again. The sting of the first strike hadn’t gone away. The pain of the second hit mixed with that one to travel down her leg.
Will bent and took a peek at her butt. “Damn, but she’s pretty when she’s pink.”
Josh took her by the chin, making her look at him. “Tell us you love us, Tatum. I want to hear you say the words.”
She wasn’t playing a role now. “I love you, Josh.” She looked at Will. “I love you, Will.”
They didn’t reprimand her for not calling them her masters. Instead, she could feel the love pass between them, unspoken, an almost tangible item in the air. “We love you, too, Tatum.”
Josh pinched her nipple. “Okay, you two. We’re getting way too serious. Let’s keep this on a playful level.”
“Yes, Master Josh.”
“That’s my girl.” Josh twisted around and pulled out a ball gag for the mouth. “I think we should make sure you stay quiet.” He fastened the straps around her head, checking with her while he positioned it. “If you want it off, all you have to do is say so.”
Josh yelped when Will slapped his arm with the paddle. “Don’t be a smart-ass, cuz.”
Josh rubbed his arm. “Okay, okay. Darlin’, if you want it off just make a really strident noise and blink a lot. I’ll get the message.”
They’d slowly increased the sexual toys they had, but she hadn’t known about the gag. Although at first unpleasant, she found that she liked it. It gave her a sense of being even more submissive to them.
But Josh wasn’t through. He took her wrists and wrapped a strip of red tape around them. The tape didn’t hurt her wrists since it was made for sex play. Even so, Josh didn’t wrap it too tightly. He pushed her arms above her head then cupped her breast in his hand and lowered his mouth to her nipple.
At first he swept his tongue over her, leaving behind a trail of wetness that was chilled by the air. Then he lay across her and pressed his chest against her breast as he sucked on the other nipple. She arched, pushing hard against him as he gave her nipple a hard bite. That pain mixed with the flash of another sting as Will brought the paddle down on her thigh. Her cry was muffled by the gag.
“Sugar, spread your legs wider.”
She did as Will told her then felt the tip of his cock push against her pussy lips. At first, they’d been hesitant about taking her quick and fast, but after she’d explained that she liked every kind of lovemaking, sometimes with foreplay and sometimes without, they’d acted like she’d given them a wonderful present.
Josh lavished her breast with soft caresses of his tongue then all of a sudden, nipped at her skin. His hand skimmed along her stomach then over her side and back up to her breas
t. As he squeezed her breast, he put his mouth near her ear and nibbled on her earlobe.
Talk dirty to me, Josh.
She wished she could tell him that, but at the same time, being unable to do so made the game more titillating. Another spanking rippled through her butt to mix with the heat between her legs. She moaned and Josh glanced at her, checking to see if she wanted the gag out. She tried to smile with the gag, but ended up simply shaking her head. He flicked his tongue over the corners of her mouth, teasing her.
“Fuck my cousin, darlin’. Make him moan.”
Will glided his palms down her inner thighs and eased his cock inside her wet pussy. She never failed to be amazed at the size of their cocks. Her pussy walls stretched, friction taking the heat to an even higher level.
The desire that was always there for them whipped into a frenzy of lust that made her dizzy. She whimpered and pushed back at him, wanting him to go harder, faster, yet not wanting him to lose control. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and her body sizzled as though every inch of her was on fire.
Bending her legs, Will put his hands on her knees and thrust into her harder, driving to the very end of her. Her muffled cry met his loud groan.
Will massaged her clit in an excruciatingly glorious way. She could feel her juices flowing over her skin.
The need to touch them became unbearable. She bucked and tried to bring her arms down, but Josh pushed them above her head again. He sucked and nipped at her nipple, pausing only long enough to whisper in her ear.
“Fuck him, darlin’. Yeah, that’s it. We want you bad.”
She moaned and her stomach muscles tightened as Will plunged into her again. His hard massage of her clit intensified until she was sure he would rub her raw. Raw, sore, and so satisfied. She didn’t want him to stop.
“Yeah, darlin’.” Josh took a quick look at Will. “Damn, but I love to watch you fuck him. And once you’ve made him come, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to walk bowlegged for a week.”
She moaned and arched her back again, urging him to take her breast again.
Will moved her onto her side then plunged into her again. “Spank her, cuz.”
Josh grinned and took the paddle. “You’re beautiful and you’re all ours.” With a wicked grin, he drew back the paddle and slapped the side of her butt cheek, letting her arms go.
She cried out and brought her hands down to her chest. If only she had a cock to put between them! Still, how could she let Josh know? The anguish mixed with frustration to give her an added sense of helplessness. But it was a scintillating helplessness that only added to the sexual play.
Will worked his hips faster, his breaths coming out in hard “uhs.” He grabbed her knees, leaving Josh ready to take his place in rubbing her clit. The whirling storm inside her whipped into a higher fever, and just as Will’s cock struck her G-spot, Josh pinched her clit.
She bucked upward, throwing her head back as the climax ripped through her. Her shout of release was muffled by the gag as wave after wave of orgasm rolled out of her. Her body shuddered, unable to withstand the delicious torture. She was lost not only in the way they made her feel, but in the realization of how deeply she returned their feelings.
Will groaned, pushed her onto her back, then fell on top of her as he let his seed fly. He lay on top of her as his body stiffened, then trembled through his climax. She was sure he could feel her heart against his chest like she felt his thundering against hers.
“Move, cuz.”
Will rolled off her with Josh’s push. Josh stood, then took her bound hands and pulled her to her feet. “Now it’s my turn.”
The sudden slap of the paddle on her butt cheek had her jerking to the side. But Josh wouldn’t let her go. Instead, he turned her around, facing away from him, and grabbed her hair to tug her head back.
“Do you need another spanking, bad girl?”
She nodded and waited for the sting against her bottom. Josh pushed her toward the couch.
“Put your hands on the top of the couch, Tatum.”
She leaned over and did so, balancing her body over the saggy cushions.
“Good. Now spread your legs.” He yanked on her hair to give her extra incentive.
But she didn’t need any more motivation. She wanted to do as he said.
The sharp pain of the paddle striking her left butt cheek was a welcomed reminder of her submissive role. The sizzle burned into her flesh and seared its way to her core.
She craned her head to one side and looked back at Josh. His gaze was intent on her butt.
“Do you like it, baby?”
It wasn’t his usual “darlin’,” but she loved being called “baby,” too. She nodded and wiggled her butt.
“Ooh, nice touch.” He landed the paddle against her right butt cheek. “I love to see how your flesh ripples.”
She wiggled her ass again. She’d entice him into fucking her.
“I think she’s teasing you, Josh.” Will lounged on the fur rug, his lust-filled gaze locked on them.
Josh whacked her again then tossed the paddle away. “You’re right, and she’s doing a damn fine job of it.” He grabbed her by the waist, picked her up like she weighed nothing at all, and tossed her onto her back on the couch.
“My turn, darlin’.” Stretching her out over the cushions, he pushed her arms above her head, his gaze transfixed on her jiggling breasts, then took one leg and hooked it over the top of the couch. Taking his spot between her legs, he drove his cock into her pussy.
It all happened so fast. Her heart thundered, and her pulse sped up as the sensation of his cock filling her pussy rolled outward to claim the rest of her body. His hips thrust back and forth, in hard, quick blasts. His eyes were closed and his face was set. He took her breasts in his hands and bent over her, angling his body to find her sweet spot.
The climax that took her was the strongest she’d ever had. Like an explosion that erupted deep within her pussy, it barreled through her, claiming her, possessing her. She cried out and even the mouth gag couldn’t stop the sound. Closing her eyes, she pushed her hips up to meet Josh’s and gave her body over to the climax.
She’d known that she loved them before, but in that moment, it was as though her soul had finally reached out and touched theirs. She was theirs for the rest of their lives and into eternity.
Blackness threatened to take her, and she almost didn’t feel the mouth gag being removed. Her cry and Josh’s mingled together until, at last, the thunderous momentum of their orgasms returned their bodies to them in trembling shudders. Josh slumped to the side and pulled her leg off the top of the couch, his fingers caressing her skin as he did.
She lay there, trying to regain her breathing, and let Will remove the tape from her wrists. Her arms ached a little and her butt cheeks still stung, but it was a perfect pain she wanted to feel for as long as she could.
Will sat on the floor beside her head while Josh stayed on the couch. She smiled, taking in the flickering of the candles they’d lit earlier and the dance of the fireplace flames. So much had changed in such a short time that she wondered how much change a lifetime with Will and Josh would bring.
* * * *
Tatum should’ve known she wouldn’t find anything. But if she expected someone to dig through the items in the McLean household, she had to do the same in her home.
She coughed, waving away the dust, and dropped the packet containing old family documents back into the trunk. Sitting back on her legs, she scanned the attic again, hoping that she’d missed something. But she hadn’t. She’d spent the past two hours digging through old clothing, books, photographs, and more, and she’d come up empty.
“Damn it.” She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up. When she’d come into the attic of the Baldwin family home, she’d taken one look around and had just known that she’d find an answer in all the clutter. But that’s all it had turned out to be—clutter.
What if they never found a way to
stop the feud? Would being with Josh and Will mean she’d have to give up her family? Would her parents hold on to the past even if it meant losing her? And if it did, was she ready to accept their decision and choose her love for the McLean men over her love for her family?
An image of her standing in the backyard of her new home hit her. Josh stood at a grill, beer in hand, and shot her a grin as he flipped one of the five hamburger patties. Her vision scanned to the right to find Will pushing a small girl in a swing. A slightly older boy played with a toy truck under a large shade tree. Tatum smiled at the vision until she was suddenly aware that something was missing from the picture.
Would her children know their grandparents? Or would the feud keep them separated?
The ringing of her phone brought her out of the fantasy. She answered, trying to keep her voice down so no one would hear her.
“Hello?”
“Hey, girl. What’s going on? Where are you? Are you okay?” As usual, Brenda spit out her questions in rapid fire.
“I’m in the attic and trying to make as little noise as possible.”
“Why are you up there?”
Tatum took another glance around the area that was lit by a dusty overhead bulb and what little light came through the edges of the roof. “I was hoping I’d find notes or a deed or anything that might help end my family’s fight with the McLeans.”
“And did you? Do Josh and Will know what you’re doing? Are they searching their home, too?”
She still didn’t understand fully why they’d declined to do a search. But she’d take their word that anyone finding one of them in the attic would get suspicious. “No. The best things I found were a bunch of old photographs that I’ll take downstairs with me. But nothing worthwhile. We’re hoping to get someone else to search their place.”
“Tatum? Are you up there?”
Tatum whipped toward the floor entrance into the attic. She doubted her mother would try to climb the ladder into the attic, but she couldn’t take that chance. “Brenda, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you at school, okay?”
“Sure. But I’m going to want details.”
