Riptide [Kismet Cove] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Susan Hayes

  Jess’s heart twisted as understanding dawned and she gave Evan a subtle wink and a smile as she whispered, “Out here, we’ll behave, but once you’re in our room where you belong, I say discretion be damned. This is all just completely amazing, and I can’t wait for you to join us.”

  His eyes lit up at her words and he nodded. “I grabbed your overnight bag from our place, sweetheart. You won’t even be missing your toothbrush. I’ll see you guys shortly.”

  He left them and headed back outside, and Jess couldn’t help but notice the way every woman in the lobby watched him go, all of them wearing identical expressions of appreciation.

  She didn’t even realize she’d made a sound until Rory laughed and tugged her into his arms for a slow, heated kiss that made her knees weak. She had to grip his shoulders to stay upright, and when he lifted his lips from hers he managed to whisper near her ear. “Relax. He didn’t even notice them. But feel free to growl like that any time you want, I like it.”

  Jess startled and stared at him. “I growled?”

  “Oh yeah, like a terrier guarding her favorite bone.”

  “I didn’t even realize. I just saw them watching him and I…”

  “You didn’t want anyone else moving in on what’s yours,” Rory finished for her. “No need to explain it to me, I’m feeling exactly the same way right now.”

  Jess laughed. “Lucky for you, no one’s looking at me,” she said dismissively and was startled by the intent look Rory shot her.

  “You don’t think so?” He leaned in close and kissed her again. “Right now there are at least three men watching us and wishing they were me right now. I think it’s time to get your hot little ass behind closed doors before I need to deck someone.”

  “Really? Where? Are they cute?” Jess asked and then burst out laughing as Rory glowered at her and then scooped her into his arms.

  “That’s it, we’re going up to our room and when we get there, you’re paying for that little remark!”

  “Rory, put me down! People are staring!”

  “I thought that’s what you wanted.” Rory’s long legs carried them over to the elevator in no time at all, and Jess peeked over his shoulder at the people watching their little scene unfold.

  “I was teasing you!” she protested and then buried her face against his jacket as they stepped into an open elevator car. The moment Jess heard the door close she wriggled, trying to get Rory to put her down, but his arms tightened around her, holding her firmly in place.

  “Rory, put me down, please,” she asked, feeling more than a little foolish.

  “Not a chance. If I put you down, you might decide to head back downstairs and check out the competition.” She heard the light, teasing tone in his voice and silently hoped that meant he wasn’t serious about punishing her for her earlier remark.

  She lifted her head and smiled. “There’s not a man in the world that could compete with what I’ve already got.”

  “Damn skippy.” Rory turned his head and captured her mouth with his. His kiss was pure male, forceful and demanding nothing less than her complete surrender. The door opened and Jess barely noticed as he carried them down a long corridor, his lips still on hers and their tongues tangled as his powerful arms kept her pressed against his hard chest.

  When Rory stopped to work the keycard against the lock, Jess came back to her senses and looked around, grateful the hallway was empty and no one had seen the rest of their display. When the door swung open Rory carried her inside, and Jess looked around them in amazement.

  “This is our room?” she asked, staring out the huge windows that overlooked the rocky shore beyond the inn. “It’s stunning!” A gas fireplace was situated between two windows that spanned nearly all of the space from floor to ceiling. A straight-backed chair made of driftwood sat next to a simple desk, and a few soft chairs sat in the corners of the room. The rest of the space was dominated by a king-size bed that faced the fireplace.

  “It is, isn’t it?” Rory set her down carefully on her feet and stripped off his jacket, tossing it onto the bed with a careless flick of his wrist. He walked over to the driftwood chair and pulled it out from the desk, turning it around so that it faced into the room. He sat down on it and crooked a finger at Jess. “Come here.”

  Her heart beat faster as she stood her ground and shook her head. “I want to look around our room.”

  “Jessica Jones, come here!” This time there was no mistaking the commanding tone of his voice. Rory pointed to the floor directly in front of him and Jess found herself standing there before she had time to think about it. Her pulse was racing now, and despite being more than a little uneasy at what she knew was about to happen, she was almost quivering with anticipation at the same time.

  Rory slid his hands up her stocking-clad thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress aside as he worked his way slowly toward her waist. Jess reached down to try to rearrange her dress to hide herself and he stopped and shook his head sharply.

  “You are to stay still and not say anything unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Her answer came out as more of a squeak and she forced herself to stop moving.

  “Good girl.”

  She bit back a retort and concentrated on not moving. Now he’d ordered her not to, she was almost compelled to do something, just to defy him.

  His callused fingers brushed higher and he smiled slightly as he found the lacy trim of her panties. “You won’t need these,” he said and tugged them down her legs, drawing her stockings down at the same time until all of it lay in a heap around her ankles. “You can step out of those, but then I want those sexy heels of yours back on your pretty feet.”

  Jess did exactly as he told her, her cheeks hot as she stripped the tangle of fabric off her feet and then stepped back into her heels. Rory leaned in close, his face nuzzling her lower belly and then drifting lower as he inhaled.

  “You’re turned on, baby. I can smell it. Is this making you wet?”

  Not sure if she should answer aloud, Jess just nodded.

  “Say it. I want to hear you tell me your pussy is wet just thinking about me spanking your sweet ass.”

  “I—yes. Yes, I’m turned on,” she stammered and he lifted his head to stare into her eyes.

  “Say ‘yes, I’m turned on thinking about you spanking me.’”

  Jess swallowed and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

  “Jess, I gave you an order.” Rory’s voice had dropped to a low rumble and his dark eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at her intently. Her pussy was soaked and she could feel her insides quivering with anticipation as she finally found the courage to speak.

  “Yes, I’m turned on by the thought of you spanking me.” He rewarded her with a slight smile and a nod.

  “Now I want you across my lap, head down.” Rory patted his lap and waited for her to obey.

  Jess did it, her eyes closed and her entire body tense as she tried to find a comfortable position without wiggling too much.

  “Take a breath, baby. This isn’t the executioner’s block you’re bent over.” Rory stroked her back and she exhaled with a loud whoosh.

  He stroked her a few more times, and she had just managed to relax slightly when he reached down and tugged her dress up to her waist, exposing her bottom. Jess stiffened up all over again and Rory chuckled.

  “Take a deep breath and then hold it to the count of three, and then you may exhale.”

  She sucked in a lungful of air and held it as he counted.

  “One. Two. Three.” Just as she started to exhale his hand came down on her bare ass and she yelped, struggling to get up out of his lap as she sputtered in shock.

  “Be still!” he snapped and she stopped cold as his command cut through her surprised reactions.

  “Now, was that so bad?”

  “No. I mean yes. I mean well, I don’t know.” Jess huffed from her facedown position.

  “
I’d never deliberately hurt you, Jess. You know that. But downstairs, when you made that crack about the other men, you made me more than a little crazy.”

  “Sorry,” Jess murmured. “I really was only teasing you.”

  Rory smoothed his hand over the spot he’d just spanked. “I know, baby. Just next time remember that I don’t have much of a sense of humor when it comes to the idea of you being interested in anyone else. You’re mine.”

  “Actually, she’s ours.” Evan’s voice joined in the conversation and Jess jerked her head up, mortified that he’d walked in on her like this.

  “Ours, right.” Rory accepted the correction and reached over to gently push her head back down. “We’re not done yet, Jess. Stay still.”

  “And what did our sweet little girl do to deserve a spanking? I was only gone five minutes, if that!” Evan walked past Jess and she could follow his feet as he crossed the room and sat down on the bed, dropping their bags to the floor.

  “She wanted to know if the men looking at her tonight were cute.”

  “She did? Well then, I see why she’s got her cute ass on display.”

  “You should have seen her when she spotted a couple of women checking you out when you went for our bags. She growled, Ev.”

  “Really?” There was an odd, thoughtful tone to Evan’s question and Jess wished she could look at him and see his expression, but she didn’t dare raise her head.

  “So are you done? Or am I still in time for the pre-dinner entertainment?”

  Jess muttered a curse under her breath and then bit back another one as Rory’s hand swatted her ass again.

  “I heard that. I told you not to speak unless asked a question.”

  Her ass tingled and her clit was throbbing as Jess gasped and said, “Sorry,” the apology slipping out before she realized he hadn’t asked her a question.

  The next smack came lower on her backside, close enough to her pussy that she actually felt her vaginal walls clench at the combination of pain and pleasure that flooded her body.

  This time when Rory stroked over the tender spot where he’d spanked her he let his fingers keep going until they brushed over the lips of her pussy. “You are so wet. Did you enjoy that, Jess? You must have.”

  “Y-yes,” she confessed, her entire focus on the delicate caresses he was giving her labia.

  “Tell me who you belong to.”

  “You and Evan.”

  She nearly sobbed with relief as Rory slipped a finger inside her slick folds and stroked her swollen clit.

  “Yes, you do. And we belong to you. Now, do you want to get off my lap, or do you want to come first?” Rory’s finger stroked over her clit again and Jess moaned in response.

  “I’d say that was a vote for getting off before getting up,” Evan said and she heard the bed frame creak as he shifted his weight. “May I?”

  “She’s all yours.” Rory moved his hand away from her pussy and she moaned again at the loss of contact.

  Jess needed to come so badly she was shaking with frustration as she watched Evan’s feet stroll slowly across the room and out of her field of vision.

  Warm hands settled on the twin globes of her bottom and she was too horny to care that she was bare-assed and bent over. All thoughts about chunky thighs and unsightly bulges were completely forgotten as she waited breathless for Evan to touch her.

  “So pretty,” Evan complimented her as his fingers stroked over still sensitive skin. “Pink’s a good color on you, sweetheart.”

  Warm breath fanned over her bare flesh and the ache in her pussy grew even worse as she felt his lips brush over the back of her thigh.

  “Spread your legs for me.” His knees moved between her legs, helping her open for him and then his mouth was on her clit and Jess had to muffle her scream of relief. Evan’s tongue went straight for her clit, drawing the hard pearl of delicate nerves out from beneath its hood of flesh, and Jess curved her back and tried to arch herself against his mouth.

  “She’s not going to last very long, is she?” Rory groaned and started stroking her back along her spine, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake.

  “Does that feel good, Jess?”

  “Oh god, yes, so good,” she managed to moan in response, her entire body trembling on the cusp of a cataclysmic release.

  “Make her come for us, Ev.”

  Evan didn’t say a word, but his mouth and tongue worked in concert, teasing, sucking, and laving at her clit and pussy. A finger pushed into her cunt and then a second one joined it and Jess moaned as her channel clenched hard around Evan’s invading digits. He curved his fingers and began tapping on the spot just above her clitoris. That sent Jess’s over the edge and she came so hard that her vision filled with dancing lights and she barely heard herself scream their names.

  When she came back to her senses she was being carefully lifted up and carried to the bed, her two men holding her together as they gently lowered her to the soft mattress. One of them tugged her dress back down over her hips as the other stroked her hair, and she didn’t bother to open her eyes to know which one was where. It didn’t really matter. They were both taking care of her, and Jess had never felt more pampered and adored than she did right at this moment.

  She let herself drift for a while, and when she opened her eyes again they were both beside her, watching her with loving expressions that made her heart melt. Without even thinking about it Jess reached for them both, stroking their faces as tears started rolling down her cheek.

  “I love you both so much,” she told them and then next thing she knew she was caught in between two hard, muscular bodies as they both tried to hug her at once.

  “We love you, too, sweetheart. That’s what we brought you here to tell you.” Evan nuzzled her neck as he shared his heart with her.

  “We both love you so much. You’re the most important thing in our world,” Rory told her and then kissed away the tears running down her face.

  “Aw hell, is she crying already?” Evan asked and reached up to wipe away the tears Rory had missed. “Don’t cry. We’re not done being romantic yet!”

  “There’s more?” Jess looked at them both, amazed and grateful that she’d found these two incredible men and that they truly loved her.

  “We were going to wait until after dinner, but I don’t want to wait anymore.” Rory sat back and took one hand while Evan took the other. The two looked at each other, and then Rory looked at her and smiled. “We want you to come live with us, permanently. We want you to be part of our lives. I know it’s only been a short time, and we shouldn’t be moving this fast, but we’re sure this is right. We’ve been sure since we fished you out of the ocean. You’re it. The one we’ve been waiting for.”

  “I—I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say yes,” Evan squeezed her hand. “Admit that you’ve been feeling the same thing we have. It’s like a magnetic pull that started the minute we met. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning.”

  “And you’re the last thought in my head when I go to sleep,” Rory added.

  As Jess looked at her two men and felt the love she held for both of them in her heart, she knew that there was only one answer. It didn’t matter how insane it was or that it was too soon, or that she was committing to a relationship not many would ever really understand or accept. “Yes. Oh yes. You’ve been all I can think about since I woke up on your boat. You’ve both made me so happy that I’d be crazy to say anything else. Yes, I love you and I will move in with you and we’ll find a way to make this work. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Both of you.”

  Rory kissed her long, hot, and hard and then slipped away as Evan dragged her into his arms for a kiss of his own. She felt Rory leave the bed and reached out for him, not sure where he was going.

  “I’m coming back, baby. I just need to get something out of my bag.”

  Evan hauled her up into his lap and cupped her cheeks in his hands
as he kissed her again, laughing the whole time. “You’ve made us very happy, sweetheart. I promise we’ll take such good care of you you’re never going to regret this.”

  Rory rejoined them on the bed, settling himself so that he was facing them both. “This is for you, Jess.” He handed her a hand carved wooden box with a fitted lid.

  She opened it carefully and her jaw dropped as she saw what was inside. Nestled on a bed of faded blue velvet was a white-gold pendant made in the shape of a three-sided Celtic knot. The mazelike pattern formed a triangle that pointed downward, and dangling from the point was a single pink pearl the size of a small grape. The upper points of the pendant were fastened to a finely crafted chain that was also made of white gold. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Jess’s lifted it out of the box and held it up to the light, blinking away the tears that filled her eyes as she stared at it.

  “I’ve never seen anything more incredibly beautiful,” she finally whispered tearfully. “Thank you.”

  “Here, let me put it on you.” Rory took it from her and drew it down over her head, carefully drawing her hair out from under the chain and settling it so that it lay against the points of her collarbone.

  Evan’s voice murmured near her ear, “It’s a traditional gift among our families to present the woman with a courting gift just like this one. If she agrees to wear it, then it acts like an engagement ring of sorts, telling everyone that you are with us. Each family group has a slightly different pattern, usually based on a combination of both their parent’s patterns.” Evan leaned around so he could look at it. “In this case, though, the pattern is the traditional Frazier family one. The pearl however, was my grandmother’s.”

  “So this is a family heirloom, made up of both your families?” She touched the pendant and smiled, ignoring the tears still tracking down her face. “I love it even more than I did before.”