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

by Fiona Archer

  “Don’t fancy climbing up on the bench.” Kane shot him an amused look, reminding him he wasn’t the only male ready to claim their sub.

  Giving a low wave in acknowledgement, he grabbed a thick pillow from a shelf nearby, and then placed it under her head, making sure her neck was supported.

  He ran his knuckles under her chin, and marveled at the softness of her skin. “Are you ready to take me, Red?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her tentative smile was an elixir to his inner Dom, filling him with satisfaction.

  Unzipping his jeans, he carefully lifted his cock free, sucking in his breath as her small hands circled him at the base. “Don’t forget my balls, sub.”

  She didn’t disappoint, using one hand to massage and tug with enough expertise, he was worried he wouldn’t last long enough for Kane to get inside her.

  That same sweet hotness that he’d kissed seconds ago wrapped around the head of his cock and sucked. Her tongue traced the underside of him before she took him in her mouth again.

  “That’s good, Red. Yes, harder. Right there. Good.” His voice sounded urgent, even to his ears.

  Christ, he was the Dom. The one in control. He refused to be brought to his proverbial knees by Red’s exuberant ministrations.

  He saw Kane lube up a butt plug, this one slightly bigger than the plug they had used last night.

  “Brace, Olivia.” Kane said. “We’ve got to keep stretching you, honey.”

  The plug disappeared below her pussy. Her deep moan signified its entry. He gritted his teeth as a thousand tiny vibrations hit his cock.

  She sucked harder, drawing all the way up his length, then down again, as if the stimulation from the plug was driving her harder. Gripping a chunk of her hair, he forced her to be still as Kane unzipped his jeans and let them fall around his thighs. His brother ripped open the condom packet he’d placed on top of the trolley earlier and sheathed himself.

  With a nod to Alex, Kane entered her, slowly at first, working his way inside. “Christ, you’re a tight fit, sweetness. Wrap your legs around me.”

  “Mmmph.” She moaned around him, sending another hum of pleasure up his length as she did Kane’s bidding.

  Alex gave her hair a tug. “Eyes on me, Red.” Once she complied, he kept his gaze locked with hers as he began moving his hips, forcing her to work with his rhythm. Keeping it slow and steady, he gave her time to adjust to having him in her mouth, with him moving at the same time.

  As if he should have bothered. She sucked him with wild abandon, alternating the pressure of her mouth and using her tongue to trace the underside of his cock, while her hand squeezed the base. While her hand on his balls—

  “Ah.” He bit out. “A little less. Yeah, that’s it.” Each breath became shorter, harsher.

  “I’m in. Fuck, you were right. She feels amazing.” Kane gripped her bottom, lifting it off the bench. “Soon it will be both of us, Olivia, taking you together.” Each thrust of his hips rocked her body, and only Alex’s grip on her hair kept her head where he wanted.

  Her eyes closed. The moans in her throat grew more desperate.

  He felt his balls rise. The muscles in his thighs and abdomen tightened. “Get ready, Olivia.”

  She nodded, sending another jolt of sensation along his cock. It proved his undoing.

  “Jesus.” His climax shot out in hot, sharp pulses, filling her mouth. He watched her swallow as he felt his cock spasm on her tongue. Slowly, he slid himself out of her mouth. She licked her lips, then gripped the sides of the bench tightly as Kane increased his thrusts.

  “You’re everything I thought you’d be, sweetness.” Kane’s voice was rough, guttural with lust. “Hot. Sweet. Tight. You light up for us.” He moved a hand from under her ass to rub her clit. “Finish it, baby. Let me see you shine.”

  Alex still gripped her hair. He tugged a little harder, wanting the added zest of pain to help push her over.

  Kane changed his stance, his angle of entry aimed higher.

  She didn’t stand a chance.

  Her body stiffened. She grabbed Alex’s free hand, but kept her gaze on Kane.

  “OhmyGod,” she cried, throwing her head back against the pillow, eyes closed, throat stretched tight. Her hand clutched Alex’s in a punishing grip as tremors overcame her body.

  “That’s it. That’s it, baby,” Kane ground out before his body shuddered with his own release.

  Alex loosened his grip on Olivia’s hair, and then rubbed his fingertips over her scalp. Such soft hair. Fine, too. Even when she had it up in one of those twist designs there were always wisps hanging down the back of her neck.

  It was sexy as hell.

  She made soft little noises of protest as Kane eased himself out, then removed the plug. Both men chuckled. Slowly, mindful of the fact she wasn’t completely focused, Kane guided her heels back to the bench. He leaned down and kissed the top of her knee. “Beautiful, sub.” With one last look, he headed to the bathroom connected to their dungeon.

  “Let’s get you taken care of, Red.” Alex moved Olivia into a sitting position, with her knees hanging off the end of the bench. His hands skimmed the damp skin of her shoulders as a cool rush of air from the air conditioner brushed over his back. Time to bundle her up. “Steady, little one?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her throat scratchy from her cries earlier.

  He didn’t bother to hide his satisfied smile as he snatched a blanket off the shelf that housed the pillows, then folded it around her back and over her front.

  The flush of a toilet, then running water sounded off to the side, then Kane reappeared. He uncapped a small bottle of water, placing it between Olivia’s hands. “Take a sip, honey.”

  Alex stepped back, watched his brother wrap an arm around their sub, stroke her hair off her face, and murmur soft words in her ear.

  Olivia rested her head on Kane’s shoulder, nodding and smiling shyly as he asked her questions. It was natural for Kane, the kind of intimacy that was more than a physical act. It was an emotional connection, too. A step beyond the high standard of aftercare Alex held himself accountable to provide.

  And he couldn’t begin to have that same connection. He didn’t want to. Emotional intimacy equaled a relationship. His personal no-go zone.

  One he’d strictly adhered to since the breakup of his engagement.

  With the bitter taste of that reminder in his mouth, he grabbed the roll of paper towels and spray bottle of disinfectant. “Why don’t you take her upstairs and shower. I’ll clean up down here. Then join you.”

  Kane looked up. Eyes so like his narrowed. Alex sighed inwardly and got to work, his actions making it clear discussion had ended.

  Obviously, Kane got the message. “Come on, sweetness. Let’s discover all the fun you can have in a three-person shower.”

  Her soft giggle filled Alex’s ears, but he kept his head bent down, refusing to look up until he heard the soft automatic click of the door closing behind them.

  Only then did he ball up the used wipes and throw them into the small trash can under the shelves. Their soft splat into the plastic bin did nothing to assuage his frustration.

  That pent up energy was still with him hours later. He and Kane had grilled steaks on the back terrace, and then both men had fed Olivia while she sat between them with her hands tied behind her back. Now, Alex sat on the sofa in the family room with her cuddled in his lap. He gritted his teeth as her bottom, nicely filled with a larger butt plug, rubbed over his groin. A small price to pay to have her so close. Her head rested on his chest, and the scent of her shampoo reminded him of springtime in the mountains.

  Kane rubbed her legs as they lay stretched out over his thighs. Alex noted his brother’s hands, scarred from life’s adventures and tanned dark from hours in the sun, stood in sharp contrast to the smoothness of her flesh.

  He and Kane had allowed her to wear socks on her feet, but nothing else. Her gorgeous body was easily accessible for them to explore w
ith their hands, mouths, and other parts of their bodies. She’d protested at first, but a few hard slaps on her ass had fixed her attitude right up.

  Both Phillip and Bonnie had the night off, but even if the house manager and his wife had been standing there beside the grill, neither man would have given in to her pleas. She was their sub. Theirs to do with whatever their perverse hearts desired.

  Which reminded him they had unfinished business.

  “Feeling okay, Red?”

  She looked up at him, her face soft, untroubled. “Yes, why?”

  “We pushed you on a sensitive topic in the dungeon. Forced you to share something you wouldn’t have ordinarily confessed.” He almost laughed at the way Olivia twisted her mouth at his reminder. “It’s our job to check you’re processing that experience in a way that won’t lead to six months of therapy with a shrink every second Wednesday of the month.”

  Her soft laugh lightened his chest.

  She shrugged. “I’m not sure what to think. I mean, my confession was obtained under duress. In a court of law, it would be thrown out.”

  “Different when it’s in a dungeon. There the evidence makes it an open and shut case. Doms versus recalcitrant sub. We win. Every time.” Kane’s gaze took on a harder edge. “Enough stalling. Answer your Dom’s question.”

  For all Kane’s charm, he was as big a hardass as Alex, although sometimes the fact was shaded by that silver tongue of his. Olivia had just received her friendly reminder.

  From the way her eyes widened, he guessed she’d taken it on board.

  “You have to understand, I’m dealing with…” She paused, then her gaze dropped to the neckline of his navy T-shirt. “Stuff that goes back a long way. An afternoon in your dungeon doesn’t automatically wipe that clean.”

  Kane shook his head. “No it doesn’t, but you can’t deny you said it.”

  “I’m not.” She swung her gaze to Kane, eyes shining bright, jaw tense. “You don’t understand. I’m dealing with stuff that’s”—she looked away—“personal.”

  “And it’s affecting your view of men who like control and taking care of a woman.” Alex was done being cuddly-nice Dom, if he ever was. He pinched her ass, hard enough to make her wince. “Out with it.”

  She sank her teeth into her lower lip. The urge to run his tongue over the abused flesh tempted him, but he wanted answers. So the tongue thing was out. For now.

  “I promised myself that I’d be strong. Be my own person. Not let a man tell me what to do like I did Alan.” Her shoulders rose and fell. “You can’t understand. When you spend years pleasing someone else, you lose yourself. Then he calmly tells me he’s leaving me for another woman, who’s carrying the baby he’d never given me. Now I want to succeed or fail in life by my own actions. Not at the whim of someone else.”

  “And you can’t do this with someone by your side, working hard to help you achieve your goals and dreams?” Kane frowned, not able to hide his frustration.

  Christ, now they were in the forever kind of relationship territory. The danger zone.

  His military training took hold. Pull out. Refocus on the target. Engage.

  Gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he forced her to look up. “Whether you let a guy take control for fifty years or just a weekend, it doesn’t make you any less of a person.” When she went to speak, he increased his grip, ensuring her silence. “Denying yourself something you want because you once put your trust in the wrong guy isn’t just sad. It’s stupid, and you’re a smart woman.”

  She opened her mouth, but she didn’t get a chance to speak as Kane butted in. “The same could be said for when a guy does the same thing and denies himself a chance at happiness.”

  His brother’s words weren’t subtle. They weren’t meant to be.

  The fact Alex wasn’t craving having a relationship, and therefore not denying himself, hadn’t penetrated his brother’s thick skull.

  What were the chances of smashing his fist in Kane’s nose while still keeping Olivia on topic? Not likely.

  He sighed, refocused. Again. “Red, liking when a man takes control isn’t a weakness on your part or something you should feel ashamed of.” Letting go of her chin, he ran his fingers over the curve of her jaw to settle his hand behind her head. “Promise me you’ll think about that.”

  “Okay,” she said, her voice soft as she cuddled against his chest, her head resting against his shoulder. “I guess it’s the least I owe you since you kept your promise.”

  He trailed his fingers down over her shoulder blade, then lower to trace the curve of her spine. “What promise was that, Red?”

  She snuggled deeper, her voice muffled against his chest. “You said I wouldn’t be alone.”

  His gut tightened in a fierce knot. There it was. His own words mocked him.

  Drawn by a silent summons, he glanced to his left.

  Kane’s eyes shone bright, like twin beacons filled with challenge.

  “You’re screwed.” Kane muttered, but his words hit like a punch to the jaw.

  Olivia was a temptress. Her sweetness, her innocence of BDSM, and that innate goodness within her had woven a trap around him. Jesus, he’d laughed along with her as she’d cuddled those cats in the bookstore, even taken some of the six hundred or so photos she’d deemed necessary to show her friends back in King’s Bluff.

  She was the kind of woman that made a man think of what it would be like to wake up next to her every morning. Made him think about that.

  And Kane couldn’t be fucking happier.

  Resentment rose up inside of Alex, its sour notes burning his throat. He’d never made any promises of forever. This weekend, he’d said. Fuck Kane.

  Alex didn’t do long term, and if any woman was suited to commitment, it was Red.

  Their Red.

  Screwed? Fuck, that didn’t even begin to describe his current predicament.

  Chapter Ten

  “You moved from New York back to King’s Bluff, Olivia?” Nathan Benedict asked as he sat opposite her at the round outdoor table. His slate-gray hair shined silver under the sunlight beaming down on the MacKenzies’ terrace. Nathan’s dark-brown gaze never left her face as he lifted his cup of coffee.

  Despite his casual dress of cotton shirt and jeans, the chairman of MacKenzie Corp held an aura of power that he used to his best advantage. And that kind of influence had obviously rubbed off on Alex and Kane, who Nathan had helped raise since the loss of their father.

  She nodded, smiled, but her stomach fluttered with nerves. “That’s right. Came home just over two months ago.”

  Kane, sitting to her left, nodded. “And lucky for us, we were able to snatch her up and use her talents for the Lodge.” His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and she couldn’t help but notice how they matched the color of his open-necked shirt.

  “Coming home must have been a big adjustment for you after so long away.” Nathan broke off a piece of croissant and spread it with extra butter. Obviously not a man worried about his cholesterol intake. But then, he had that same alpha air as Alex and Kane. He probably willed trans fats into oblivion.

  “Sure, but King’s Bluff is where I grew up. Mom lives there, old friends, so it wasn’t like moving to a new town.”

  “True.” Nathan popped the pastry in his mouth and chewed, taking his gaze off her to stare out at Lake Union, where the sun cast glittering patches over the blue surface.

  What the uncle figure for Alex and Kane was searching for with his questions, Olivia wasn’t sure. Her skin tingled with sudden awareness. She glanced to her right and found herself caught in Alex’s focused gaze.

  “I like you in that color, Red.” He nodded to her clover-green top with its peasant drawstring collar and handkerchief hem. Pretty pink and gold beading decorated the neckline. Teamed with a new pair of bootleg jeans, she hoped to look smart enough to be meeting someone so important to Alex and Kane, but also to look casual enough for brunch.

  “Thank you.�
� Her smile was pure reflex and widened as his face creased with one in return.

  It was the first time he’d smiled at her since last night. She’d sensed his subtle withdrawal from her since she’d slept between him and Kane in Alex’s huge bed hours earlier. But maybe this was how it worked. They’d offered her a weekend. It was now eleven o’clock Sunday morning. Things would come to their natural conclusion.

  When he’d taken her in the shower this morning, it was with the same dominant energy and passion as last night, but when Kane had come in and decided to claim her against the shower’s tiles, Alex had kissed her forehead and then left them to it.

  Yet, Kane hadn’t taken a step back in any way. In fact, with the way he tucked her against his side when Nathan arrived, his action was the exact opposite.

  “More coffee, Olivia?” Bonnie materialized with a fresh carafe.

  “No thanks, Bonnie. I’m fine.”

  “She takes forever, prefers it near stone cold.” Alex shook his head in mock disgust.

  She battled to hide her surprise. He remembered that? From weeks ago? Then again, the man had been a SEAL and now ran a billion dollar enterprise. His attention to detail shouldn’t surprise her.

  “You like it near cold?” The housekeeper wore a friendly smile that Olivia had become accustomed to seeing on the younger woman’s heart-shaped face.

  “It’s a habit I developed from my previous job. When you’re constantly juggling tasks and getting interrupted, you don’t get a coffee break, at least not without leaving the office.” She rolled her eyes.

  “What did you do before you started working for Alex and Kane, Olivia?” Nathan smiled his thanks to Bonnie as she refilled his cup. The housekeeper deposited the carafe on the table and headed inside.

  “I was an executive assistant, working for the CEO of Remington, Sharp, and Knight. They’re—”

  “Insurance underwriters. One of the world’s biggest.” The older man turned his head slightly. “You worked for Charles Graham?”