by Zoey Marcel
“I know what you mean. He wouldn't want you to stay sad, though.”
She wiped her nose and blew it on the tissue he gave her. “Thanks. I'll be okay. Do you see much of your sister anymore? Travis said he hasn't seen her since she moved to New Orleans, but he mentioned you going there a few times.”
Keith stiffened, trying to hide his trauma and self-loathing. He forced a smile. “Yeah, I've seen her a couple of times.”
“Is she happy?”
Her question ripped the heart from his chest. He nodded swiftly, feeling a painful lump begin in his throat. “Yeah, she's real happy.”
“Travis said she's living with two Doms.” Kayla shook her head with a cute grin. “I never figured Miranda to be a submissive. She probably raises hell when they tell her no.”
He let out a rueful chuckle that made his eyes sting. “Yeah, she definitely gives them a run for their money.”
Or she would have if she'd ever gotten the chance to meet with the Doms. Keith crowded the devastating memory from his mind. He couldn't bear it. The guilt of lying would never compare to the trauma of living with regret every single day of his life. He'd better change the subject fast or tears would spill from his eyes.
“How is therapy going for you?”
“It’s fine.” She shifted on her feet. “It was hard at first, but I think it helps that the therapist is a woman. She said I’m making good progress.”
“That’s good, Kayla. I was really worried about you.”
A serene silence settled between them.
“That suggestion you made to the three of us earlier—you sure you’re ready for that?”
“Definitely. I really want to shower with you guys.”
“Don’t do anything you’re not ready for.”
She took his hand in hers. “I’m ready, Keith.”
He smiled and threaded his fingers in her satiny tresses. “I’m glad. Little intimate moments like that will help you get used to having us touch you. Not just Jake.”
She blushed, looking adorable. “He told you about the orchard, huh?”
Keith rolled his eyes with an annoyed little smile. “He didn't have to. I smelled him on you when you came back into the house. That and he had a couple of buttons in the wrong holes on his shirt.”
“Ah.” She bit her lower lip and gave him a guilty smile.
Her sweetness stole his heart as he put his arm around her. “Come on, you. Let's get you in the shower and clean you.”
She raised a mischievous eyebrow at him. “To clean me, huh?”
He chuckled. “Correction, make you dirty.”
****
Kayla stood nervously as the three men stripped around her. Looking at their erections from an artistic perspective they were large, powerful, and gorgeous, but imagining them inside her at once was unsettling. She'd had Jake inside her a while back, and the stretch had been noticeable when he entered her. She shuddered to think how much Travis's fat girth would hurt stretching her, or how painful Keith's freakish length would be digging in her pussy.
There were a few similarities with the brothers. Jake and Travis both had brown hair, though of different lengths. Travis and Keith both had blue eyes like their sister, Miranda.
Jake's were the color of black coffee, and he was packed with thick cords of tightly woven muscle.
Keith had plenty of muscle, but unlike Jake, his body was a leaner muscled structure. Not skinny, but not stocky like Travis or as ripped as Jake. They were all in their early to mid-thirties and the same height, which she found adorable, like three coyotes perched on a hill in the desert, plotting trouble.
She studied Keith's lighter features. His shaggy hair flopped in his face when his head bent forward, but the ends were still above his shoulders. It was straight and choppy with layers, but the look was done just right to make him still look masculine. The sandy strands were a dull shade with natural highlights in them that added golden attributes as though he wore a halo.
He had a dusting of stubble on his appealing face, and he'd apparently gotten his left ear pierced. Not every man could pull off such a daring feat, but it looked good on him.
She smiled when she saw the tattoo of angel wings on the inside of his left forearm. He'd gotten that for her on the same day she'd gotten the little black bird tattooed on her left thigh for him. They'd gone together on her eighteenth birthday. He'd always called her his little bird, and she'd always seen him as her guardian angel. He was the good one she'd said, while Jake was the devil, though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't equally tempted by his devilish brother.
Kayla swallowed, realizing her hands were clammy and her heart raced. She wanted them badly, but what if she wasn’t the survivor her therapist claimed she was? What if she was the victim she feared Beck had turned her into?
She had to know, had to keep trying until she became that survivor her therapist talked about. Trust her men to heal her and use their mutual love and devotion to replace pain and fear. Could they restore her love of sex and BDSM to her? She missed both so much.
Travis cupped her face so she had to focus on him. “We're gonna undress you now, Kayla. Nothing has to happen unless you want it to. We're just gonna wash you and see where we go from there. All right?”
She nodded, trying not to tremble.
“Kayla, when we give you an order we want you to answer with 'Yes, Sir.' All right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
She knew where this was going. They wanted a submissive, but she didn't know how to submit in the way she once had with Master Hugh. She'd been his slave, worshiped him. And the day he walked away from her had cut her far deeper than any knife Slade had ever used on her. She would rather her Master had beaten her and left her for dead, but Hugh wasn't abusive. No. He'd treated her like a priceless jewel and then cast her aside like he'd discovered she was just fool's gold and he'd found something better.
She didn't want the demons of her past to keep her from feeling with the Langley brothers, but how could she surrender to them completely as she had with her Master? It would feel disloyal to become a slave to someone else, and what if they tired of her, or came to realize she simply had too much baggage to deal with and wasn't worth the effort?
They'd already turned her down once years ago. They'd been unwilling to take a chance on a virgin and a novice to their lifestyle. Why on God's green earth would they be willing to tackle these issues? She was far more work now than she would have been back then. She'd been pliable then like fresh clay ready for the molding.
Now she was hard, used clay that couldn't be sculpted. What the hell did they see in her, a challenge? Would fixing her give them a sense of accomplishment, or a reason to get bored and chase a new piece of ass?
Travis wasn't like that. She didn't think Keith was, but what about Jake? He was a cowboy Casanova. Even her Master had recognized this just from looking at his picture. He'd told her to pick Travis. Wise man.
Wait a minute. Why the hell did Master Hugh—No. Mr. Randall—get a say in who she settled down with, if anybody? Damn his lingering control. He wasn't the boss of her anymore.
Kayla drifted back to the present when she felt hands on her body as Jake and Keith slowly undressed her while Travis kept her cheeks trapped lightly between his warm, open palms.
“It's gonna be okay, girl,” he murmured affectionately.
She offered him a feeble smile, but really there was likely nothing they could say to her that some manipulative bastard hadn't already said ... except “I love you.” Her Master—Mr. Randall—had said it in a roundabout way without actually speaking the words, but then he rejected her, so what the hell was she to think?
“Are you okay, little bird?” Keith asked, caressing her arm.
She tried to break free to see the hand on her naked skin, but Travis wouldn't let her look away from him.
“It's just Keith, darlin'.”
She flinched when a rough palm slid over her shoulder and
smoothed down the curve of her lower back.
“And that's just Jake touching you back there,” Travis informed her gently.
“I can't see.” Her whisper shook with the telltale signs of fear.
“You don't have to see us, Kayla,” Jake said from an angle behind her as he fondled the hump of her ass. “Just listen to our voices. We won't hurt you.”
Keith took her hand in his and kissed each fingertip with a feather-light touch of his lips. “We're not him, baby. We love you.”
Hearing their voices helped, but they were painfully erect from what she'd seen a few seconds ago. How could they just innocently wash her without jabbing certain things into certain places? Hell, all fears aside, how could she keep from getting wet and achy with men like that putting their hands all over her body in a supposedly pure shower session?
Travis and Keith each led her by the hand and guided her into the shower with them, and Jake followed behind her, rubbing soothing circles into her back. The jets of hot water came on and sprayed onto their stark naked bodies.
Keith brushed a tendril of hair near her temple. “Are you gonna be okay if we wash you?”
Kayla nodded, peeking over at Travis and his arched brow that said “What's that now?”
She managed a small smile. “Yes, Sir, I'll be fine. I want your hands on me.”
Travis shampooed her hair and worked up a good lather while Jake and Keith scrubbed and soaped up her body.
Keith knelt to rub the soapy washcloth over her legs, and she stiffened. “Spread your legs, Kayla.”
She hesitated, obeying him when he cleared his throat. Having him wash her legs felt good, but the close proximity to her mound was disconcerting.
“Jake tells us you came with a vibrator in the orchard,” Keith said bluntly.
She pinned her narrowed eyes to Jake, who grinned shamelessly. “We don't keep secrets from each other, pet. We understand you'll have a different relationship with each of us, but that don't mean we want you pitting us against each other.”
Travis sounded annoyed. “Said the man who went against what I said and screwed her in the orchard.”
Jake winked down at her. “Your method is to take it slow, and mine is to push. What's your game plan, Keith?”
Keith cupped her mons with the sudsy washcloth, studying her face closely from his kneeling position. Kayla gasped, feeling a cold shock chill her before warm rivulets of need rippled through her. His hand rested on the tender flesh between her thighs.
“Wherever the wind blows, brother,” Keith answered, still looking up at her as he started to rub her nude skin with the cloth. “You let me know if it gets to be too much.”
The need or the fear? “Yes, Sir.”
Travis appeared contemplative as he worked his fingers in her sudsy hair. “Were you afraid when the vibe got you off?”
She blushed, surprised by the warm surge of nectar that flowed from her pussy at Keith's gentle caresses on her sex. “No.”
“But you were afraid when I put my mouth on you?” Travis asked.
“I'm not afraid of you, just ... of that.”
“Tilt your head back.”
Hot water washed over her head and cascaded through her soaped up hair in a cozy waterfall of heat.
Jake soaped up her crack, making her jump. “Relax. I'm just washing my pretty little asshole.”
A flush of heat swept over her face.
“You're still wearing the plug,” he noted with a strong chord of satisfaction in his voice. “Good girl. Are you ready for a bigger one?”
Her eyes widened.
“Eventually we want to ass-fuck you,” Jake replied tactlessly as he eased the butt plug out of her.
The exit made her flinch as her rectum bade farewell to the tapered buddy. “Oh.”
Travis dowsed her hair with more hot water from the cup. It looked like one of those big movie-themed cups from Burger King or wherever. She'd loved drinking out of those when she was younger.
“We won't do that until you're ready for it,” Travis told her.
“Thanks.”
Keith took his precious time about rubbing the soap into her folds. “Are you ovulating, Kayla?”
Her cheeks burned, and her pussy oozed even more all over the doting cloth. “No. Why?”
A crooked grin curved his lips in a sexy way that made her wetter. “No reason.”
Smug bastard.
“We'll get back to the anal sex in a minute,” Travis said. “Do you ever touch yourself, Kayla?”
God, why all these probing questions? Were they trying to make her blush? Or get damp so she'd want them? Like they had to do anything but stand there. She always wanted them.
“Not for a long time,” she answered, biting her lower lip when that delicious bastard Keith seesawed the so-called innocent cloth over her sensitive clit.
“So it's not orgasm that has you scared stiff or even men touching and screwing you that makes you afraid,” Travis mused. “It's having someone touch you there.”
“Not touch,” Keith contradicted, strumming a finger through her damp slit, making her eyes close and her breathing grow faint. “She's more than fine being touched. It's having a man's mouth on her that freaks her out, or having him stand behind her.”
He'd hit the nail on the head.
“Isn't that right, Kayla?” Keith asked.
She nodded, feeling even more undressed.
“How are you supposed to answer us, pet?” Jake asked sternly.
“Yes, Sir.”
He planted a kiss on her shoulder, sounding pleased when she shivered. “Good girl.”
Travis ran his big, slick hand over her cheek and gazed into her eyes. “Did Beck put his mouth on you when you didn't want him to?”
Kayla nodded before remembering to respond. “Yes, Sir.”
She squealed when Jake stuck his damned finger up her ass. They steadied her with their hands.
“Calm down, baby. I'm just washing your ass,” he told her. “I'm not gonna fuck you there ... tonight.”
Oh God!
Travis searched her with knowing blue rays that seemed to shine down into her soul. “Did Beck fuck you back there?”
He obviously already knew the answer. She heaved a sigh. “Yeah.”
“He used lube, right?” Jake asked.
“Yes ... Sir.”
Beck had, but Slade hadn't a few times just to hurt her.
“Did it hurt?” Keith asked.
They were under the impression that only Beck had used her, and she wanted to keep it that way. They might not want a virgin, but she doubted they wanted a slut either.
“Sometimes. But nothing beyond what I could handle.”
“Who else used you back there, Kayla?” Travis asked.
The question hit her like a ton of bricks. “What?”
“I was beginning to wonder that myself,” Jake chimed in as he split her butt cheeks and rinsed her crack and anus with the cup of water.
Oh crap, they're onto me. How the heck could they tell?
“What makes you think there was more than one person?” she asked as innocently as she could.
Travis eyed her knowingly. “I know there was. You don't act the same when you talk about Beck as you do when you talk about the things that haunt you. He may have used you, but he didn't hurt you. I can tell when you talk about him that you resent him, but when you talk about the being eaten out and ass-fucked and get that petrified look in your eyes, you're not talking about him. You're talking about someone else.”
Her eyes fell. She'd forgotten how good Travis was at reading people.
“Keith, I think her pussy is clean, you freak,” Jake teased.
Keith moved her so the steamy spray hit her cunt and washed the suds away. He opened her cleft so the jets streamed onto her sex lips and rinsed them thoroughly. The angle stoked the embers of arousal, but no flames emerged from the coals in light of the way Travis's eyes burned into her bowed skull.
> He hooked a thick finger under her jaw and turned her face up to his. “I want to know who hurt you. Tell me his name.”
Slade, Bruce Callaghan—there were so many of them, and some had never given her their names. How could she look at the men she loved and tell them about all the men who had used her?
She'd gotten another test done earlier. Travis had told her it was too soon to take another one, but she'd insisted on it and the results were negative again. She must not have the disease. But why that one positive result? Was it a mistake like Travis suggested, or had Beck used the lie of a disease to control her? The thought turned her stomach and made her hate him even more.
Well, it was clear she wasn't getting out of this. Maybe if she told them about Slade they wouldn't suspect there had been anyone else.
“Beck hired someone as a bodyguard for me,” Kayla began, trying to decide just how much she should tell them. “Slade used to hurt me when I wouldn't listen or I'd try to escape.”
“What do you mean by hurt you?” Keith asked.
Her mind fought to shut out the memories. “He was a sadist. Glean what you will from that. Beck let him use me.”
“Is he the reason you hate oral and anal sex so much?” Jake asked, working something cold and slick into her puckered hole.
Her muscles tensed, fighting her effort to trust his promise not to stick his cock there tonight. “Yeah, he was really rough back there and really gross about going down on me.”
“Did he use lubricant?” Jake asked, still scissoring his digits in the surrounding anal tissues.
“Sometimes.”
Travis kissed her head, and Keith wrapped his arms around her waist, still kneeling. Their patience and sympathy warmed her.
“No one's gonna hurt you anymore, girl,” Travis promised. “You're safe now.”
“Can you touch yourself, Kayla?” Keith asked. “Let us watch you. I want to know if you can do it without flashbacks.”
She shrugged. “Probably.”
“Do it,” Keith ordered.
The command sent a shiver of thrilling lust down her spine as she rubbed the swollen rosebud, coating it with her moist desire. It took a bit with them staring at her like that and Keith's face about three inches from her sex, but she finally climaxed.
