Surrender to Chance [King's Bluff, Wyoming 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Fiona Archer

  His dark threat catapulted everything out of her consciousness until all that was left was the coiled spring of need that stretched to the breaking point with Alex’s every thrust.

  Sweat stung her eyes. She heard a high, keening sound, so wild and desperate and needy. She wanted it to stop, wanted Alex to go faster.

  “Let’s see how you like this.” With both hands, Kane removed the clamps from her nipples.

  The hot, burning sensation, and sharp pulse as blood rushed back into her nipples proved too much.

  Her muscles locked as her body rocketed to a blinding peak. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Everything stood still.

  She arched her back as an explosion of rapture blasted through her body. Hot, pulsing spasms raced along her core as the muscles of her vaginal walls clenched around Alex’s cock, milking him in a greedy thirst for pleasure. Her head whipped from side to side against the pillow. She clawed at the chains, gripping them as a whirlwind of sensation threatened to engulf her.

  “That’s it, Red,” Alex said, his voice strained as she felt his cock twitch inside her.

  Opening her eyes, she watched as the muscles in his throat strained as he threw his head back and roared out his release. His chest heaved as he dragged air into his lungs. He stayed there, on his knees, as the tremors inside her slowly ebbed to whisper-soft flutters.

  With a gentleness that belied the thoroughness of how he’d taken her, Alex slipped out of her warmth, then lowered her bottom to the bed. He leaned over, his big hands framing her face as his thumbs brushed over her still-hot cheeks. “Olivia, submission is more than giving over control, trusting and learning new things. Kane and I have much to teach you.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “It’s going to be one hell of a weekend.” He kissed her with a hungry urgency, stamping his authority as his tongue pushed past her lips. No part of her body would remain free from his touch. When he lifted his head, his gaze held the satisfaction of a man who’d claimed his prize.

  That knowledge thrilled her.

  Alex removed the anal plug, chuckling at her soft gasp, then moved off toward the bathroom, giving her an unobstructed view of the muscled planes of his back that tapered down to narrow hips, tight buttocks and then long, strong legs.

  Kane kissed her forehead as he rubbed a hand over her stomach, then back over her body to stop at the knots at the center of her chest. “You were brave tonight, sweetness. It’s not easy trying something new when it’s on such an intimate scale.” With expert maneuvering, he released the ropes constricting her breasts.

  Blood circulated back into the swollen red-hued flesh. She dragged in a breath. Her nipples, still so sensitive, tingled with the added sensation.

  His hands slid up her forearms before he released her cuffs. “Any cramps, baby?” he asked as he massaged her shoulders.

  She shrugged them to test, but felt no twinge. “I’m okay, thank you, Sir.”

  “Up we go.” Kane lifted her into a sitting position. The ropes slid off her chest to fall in her lap. He ran a finger over the indentations left by his skillful binding.

  She quivered at his touch, loving the feel of his broad fingertip tracing over the weave-like patterns left in her skin.

  His gaze flicked up to her before going back to her breasts. “Tell me how it felt to have our rope against your skin.”

  Where did she start? “It felt strange at first, and then kind of exciting. Different from the cuffs.” She ran her fingers over her wrist, remembering the heavy firmness of the fleece-lined leather. “More rough, confronting.” Feeling the pull of his gaze, she glanced up. “I liked it.”

  He held her stare. “Bondage excites you. We’ll explore that further.” With a soft squeeze, he released her breast, and then gathered the ropes in her lap. Before he rose from the bed, he leaned in close, and pressed his mouth against hers. It was a long, slow kiss. One meant to both comfort and reassure.

  Later, after all three of them showered, she lay in bed between both men. Kane covered her back while her head rested on Alex’s chest as she tried to gather her thoughts.

  Tonight had been…well, more than she could have imagined. Her sex life up until now seemed a smudgy version of a black and white silent movie. Alex and Kane had thrust her into a kaleidoscope of Technicolor perversion enhanced with Dolby surround sound.

  She’d crossed a border into uncharted lands with these two battle-hardened Doms as her guides. But where would they take her? Alex had made it known she had much to learn, and what plans was Kane making with all those perceptive stares?

  How would each step of her newfound knowledge fit with her determination to be a strong, independent woman, answering only to herself?

  What about the fact that earlier tonight she’d loved spending time with the guys, getting to know them and laughing with them, and was attracted to them as much out of the bedroom.

  Seeking comfort, she snuggled deeper into the bedding, smiling as both men absently rubbed their hands over her body. She felt cared for. Safe. As sleep closed in she vowed she’d find her answers.

  She had forty-eight hours and counting.

  Chapter Eight

  Olivia rubbed her cheek against the soft cotton pillowslip, giving herself another few seconds before opening her eyes. The faint woody scent of a man’s aftershave lingered on the luxurious bedding. Kane’s. Her lips curved up. Even though the guys had woken her an hour ago with a kiss each before they left for their morning workout, the idea that a trace of them remained behind pleased her.

  Turning onto her back, she suppressed a moan. Stiff thigh muscles and a faint tenderness in her bottom registered as proof of last night’s passion. Her smile widened. She’d been taken. Convincingly.

  With her eyes still closed, she stretched like a satisfied kitten about to purr.

  “I can’t wait to find out what’s behind that smile.”

  She gasped and sat up in bed, the sheet falling to pool around her waist.

  Alex, in a black shirt and jeans, sat in the leather lounge chair a few feet from the bed. His sharp eyes studied her naked breasts with the leisure of a man who took his time and to hell with what anyone else thought.

  That unassailable truth lit a match deep inside her, sending a spark of desire straight between her legs.

  “Come here, Olivia.” He lifted a hand out toward her.

  She swung herself to the edge of the bed, then froze. Nooo. She was naked, and—she ran her hands through her hair with its clump of waves mushed on one side of her head, and inwardly groaned—with crazy bed hair. So much for having her game face on for her first “morning after” encounter with the guys.

  “Now, Red.” Alex’s tone was implacable.

  Yikes! She jumped up. He pulled her onto his lap. With one strong arm wrapped around her, he pressed her back against the arm of the chair, then swung her legs over the chair’s other arm. She was effectively trapped. Alex curved one hand firmly around her shoulder while the other rested on her thighs.

  She wriggled against his hold. “I’d like to sit up, please.”

  “No doubt, but I prefer you like this. Since I’m the Dom and you’re the sub, my vote wins.” He gripped the back of her neck, his face so close she could see the dark specks of charcoal mixed in with the winter gray of his eyes. “Good morning, little one.” His mouth captured hers in a slow kiss designed to weaken her resolve. It nearly worked.

  But when he lifted his head, his eyes gleamed with the amusement of a Dom who held all the aces. “Now, tell me why you were smiling before.”

  Nope. She wanted to keep some things to herself. “I can’t remember.”

  He pinched her nipple, hard enough that she clenched the muscles in her bottom. “Try again.”

  Heat gathered between her legs at the thread of steel in his voice. It still amazed her how one minute she bristled under his command, and then the next her body’s resistance melted quicker than a dish of butter left out in the hot sun.

  “I rol
led over onto my back, and my, um, back area was a little tender.” Her face warmed. “It reminded me of everything we did last night.”

  “And that memory made you smile.” His fingers loosened their grip to idly strum the now thrumming bud. “That pleases me, Red.”

  A tiny starburst of pleasure shot through her, warming her from the inside out. She leaned closer into his hard strength.

  “Apart from your bottom, anywhere else tender?” He stroked his hand over her hip, then down the outside of her thigh. The motion soothed her, made her feel safe… content.

  “A few stiff muscles, but nothing else.”

  “Good. The body is fine. How about the mind?”

  That wasn’t so clear. “I’m still…processing.”

  He rubbed his chin against the top of her head. “You will be for days to come, constantly sorting and reevaluating your opinions as your comfort level rises and falls.”

  “I vote to keep things on a nice and even ‘comfy’ level.” She grinned.

  Alex’s lips twitched. “On the contrary, Red. To learn you must be brave.” He gripped her chin. She was transfixed as his expression grew serious. “But I promise you one thing. Even if at times over this weekend you find yourself out of your depth, you’ll never feel alone.”

  Her throat muscles squeezed tight. Unshed tears burned her eyes. How many times in her marriage had she felt isolated, without support, even with her husband standing beside her?

  She could only nod, words beyond her.

  Alex trailed a finger down one cheek. “Kane and I owe you complete honesty. You owe us the same. The Dom/sub dynamic is based on being truthful about needs, wants, fears, and especially our emotions.”

  That made sense. It was just like any other relationship. But that didn’t take away from the fact they were two hard-core alpha males and everything was weighted in their favor. “Last night felt like,” she paused, wanting to get her words just right. “Like I was being emotionally stripped bare.”

  He lifted his chin. “Get used to it. Part of being a Dom is knowing what’s affecting a sub, both physically and mentally. We can’t support you and guide you unless we have a full picture. Then we know when to show compassion and when to punish.”

  She made a face. “I’d take a cuddle over a spanking any day.”

  “No you wouldn’t,” he said in a growly voice that made her toes curl. “But now’s not the time to prove my point.” With an ease that left her mouth open, he stood with her still in his arms, and then settled her on her feet. “Hit the shower, Red, then meet us downstairs for a quick breakfast. Your bags arrived an hour ago. They’re in the bathroom. Don’t keep us waiting.”

  After a quick kiss on her lips he was out the door.

  Olivia entered the black-tiled bathroom, with its massive glass-screened twin showers and sleek double sink vanity in gray marble.

  As promised, her roller bag sat against the tiled wall. She unzipped the red canvas to see her belongings arranged neatly. The idea that unknown hands had packed up her stuff, including folding her clothing so precisely, was both disconcerting and proof these guys could get anything done for the right price.

  She grabbed her toiletries, then stacked them out ready for use. A bottle of body wash sat on the shower’s inbuilt alcove. Oh, what the heck. Flipping open the cap, she indulged in a quick sniff. Woodsy. Outdoor fresh. The same as Kane’s aftershave. She sighed and recapped the bottle, tamping down the urge to use it on herself. The act somehow felt too… intimate.

  Twenty-five minutes later, showered with her hair swept up in a ponytail and wearing a blue and white patterned sundress, she applied some eyeliner and mascara, before swiping some gloss on her lips. After a splotch of powder on her nose and a spritz of perfume, she was done.

  She made her way down the stairs, then followed the sounds of voices toward the back of the house to a dining room. Its heavy forest-green curtains were drawn back, allowing sunlight to pool through the floor to ceiling windows and shine on the oak table set with white tableware bearing a classic gold-rim pattern.

  Alex sat at one end, his chair slightly askew. He had one arm bent, resting on the table. Intense eyes in a tanned face studied her. God, that stare. It was so…bold. The power behind it blasted against her like a shockwave from an explosion, heating her face. This was no fictional Dom from one of her romances. He didn’t need a dungeon to bend her to his will. His stare alone accomplished that.

  Kane, wearing a red cotton shirt, rose from the table. Seriously, the guy filled out a pair of jeans like no one else. With his easy confidence, and lazy grin, he epitomized the term rebel.

  “Morning, beautiful.”

  “Good morning.”

  He walked around the table, and then spread his hands over her hips. She closed her eyes as he lowered his head. His kiss tasted of coffee and something tempting, brown sugar and banana maybe? But it was his firm grip and how it tightened as he pulled her up against his body that captured her thoughts.

  Too soon he stepped back before guiding her to a seat next to his own.

  She nodded as he picked up a carafe of coffee and gestured to her cup and saucer.

  A young woman dressed in jeans and a white polo shirt placed a basket of assorted muffins on the table, before giving Olivia a shy smile. Wavy brunette hair was pulled back in a headband that highlighted the fresh, clean beauty of her face.

  “Olivia, let me introduce Phillip’s wife, Bonnie.” Kane smiled. “Her cooking’s the reason we run five miles every morning. Once you’ve experienced her muffins, you’ll understand.”

  The pretty housekeeper beamed under his praise. “I keep offering to make a low-fat version.”

  “That’s scary talk, Bonnie. Cut it out.” Kane winked at the now smiling woman.

  Olivia joined in with her own smile. “Hi, Bonnie. If they taste anywhere near as delicious as they look, I’ll be hooked with one bite.”

  “Alex and Kane weren’t sure if you had any particular food preferences, but I have a notepad on the counter in the kitchen. If you’d like to write down anything there, feel free.”

  “I’m fine, thanks. And please, don’t go to any trouble on my account.”

  Bonnie nodded before turning to Alex. “Still no plans for dinner tonight?”

  Alex nodded. “We’ll leave it open. If you could have something we can reheat or grill, that would do fine, thank you, Bonnie.” His gaze zeroed in on Olivia. “We’ll be occupied later this afternoon. I don’t want any distractions.”

  Olivia froze in the process of breaking apart her muffin. She stared at Alex as steam from the hot pastry warmed the tips of her fingers. Occupied this afternoon? What had they planned for her?

  “Eat up, Olivia. We have a busy day ahead of us.” Kane’s eyes gleamed as he lifted his coffee cup to his mouth.

  Despite the nerves doing somersaults in her stomach, she managed to swallow her muffin. The fact the brown sugar-topped creation was melt-in-her-mouth delicious certainly helped.

  After a quick trip upstairs to brush her teeth and collect her bag, she was ready.

  What she hadn’t expected was the huge fire-engine red Ford Pontiac GTO sitting in the driveway with Alex leaning against the driver’s side door. Kane sat in the back seat.

  “A muscle car?” She walked around the front, taking in the shiny grill and square body structure.

  “One of my many vices. I bought the car years ago. Restored it over a couple of years during leave from the SEALs.” Alex settled her into the front passenger seat.

  She waited until he climbed in behind the wheel. “There’s a lot more to you than meets the eye, Alex.”

  He simply gave a half smile.

  Kane made two quick calls as they drove to Fremont, an easy drive from the MacKenzies’ Capitol Hill mansion.

  First stop was a visit to the giant troll under the Aurora Bridge. Looking like it was sculptured from the rock underneath, the concrete figure loomed large and had an actual VW car clutched
in its enormous hand. A huge nose dominated his ugly face, and a hubcap stood in for his good eye.

  Two blond-haired boys, no more than five and four, scampered over the troll’s outstretched hand as their parents tried to corral them for a picture. Olivia smiled when Kane offered to take the photo, then outright laughed as Alex challenged the boys to look as fierce as the huge creature behind them. Alex clenched his fists and teeth and growled in his best troll-like impersonation.

  Olivia giggled at the bug-eyed look on the two munchkins. Seconds later, they were doing their best to out-growl Alex. The boys’ parents joined in the fun, posing with their kids as Kane snapped pictures.

  Even as she laughed, her mind raced to reconcile the stern, commanding man from last night to this comfortable, unguarded version of Alex. Another small slice of proof the big bad Dom was human after all.

  Just as she was about to turn away, he glanced her way. He seemed to catch himself. Had he forgotten she was there? Or was it something else? Who knew with this complicated man? Whatever the reason, he switched his gaze back to the family who thanked him and Kane, before he silently led Olivia back to the Pontiac to continue their tour.

  Alex nabbed a parking spot in the heart of Fremont. He turned to face her. “We’ll stroll around. You see anything you like, we’ll stop. There’s plenty of places for coffee and then later for lunch. Sound good?”

  Perfect. “That’s great.” She nodded with a smile.

  “Come on, beautiful.” Kane opened her passenger door and waited as she hopped out. He grasped her hand, twining his fingers with hers with an ease as if they’d been sharing that kind of intimacy for years, not for the first time.

  She couldn’t stop her smile.

  Once they hit the pavement, Alex’s hand found the small of her back and stayed there all too fleetingly. But even as she wanted to ask him to keep it there, she understood why he didn’t. Fremont might be an eclectic area, but it wasn’t King’s Bluff, where two men and a woman together were an everyday occurrence. And while Kane had made it clear during her interview that he and Alex didn’t hide the fact they shared women, they didn’t openly flaunt it either.