Kansas Flame [Kansas Heat 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  Flushed with a sense of purpose and feeling more seductress than slave, Lindsay shimmied her way into the tiny two-piece along with the bone-crushing high heels and then stopped to admire her reflection. Uncomfortable as the shoes might be, they made her legs look long and curvy. The corset may have made it harder to take a deep breath but her breasts looked rounded and plush. The skirt—well, nothing would ever make her ass look smaller but, at least, it didn’t look bigger.

  Only toothpaste and lotions littered the edge of the sink’s vanity. There was no makeup in sight, not that it mattered. Lindsay didn’t think her men would be wasting much time looking at her face. Still, she took the time to brush her hair out into full, sexy waves before finally turning and heading out to find Cooper and Nick.

  Strutting into the main room with all the confidence she possessed, Lindsay refused to allow the fact that she was chained and leashed slow her down. Thankfully the track that she was bound to allowed her to walk right up to where Cooper and Nick lounged in the dinette booth. Both men fell silent as she appeared, their eyes darkening with identical expressions of lust as they swept down Lindsay’s body in looks so hot it left her flushed.

  “Well, how do I look?” Coming to a stop in front of their table, she executed a perfect turn that ended with her hand on her hip and her lips lifting into a smile as neither man answered her. They were both too busy drooling. “I take it I meet with your approval?”

  “You’re perfect, lil’ bit,” Cooper assured her with a drawl as slow as his perusal. “Just perfect and not a moment too late. I’m hungry.”

  “Really?”

  Lindsay smiled at that, feeling in that moment just as he said—perfect. No doubt plagued her. No self-consciousness marred the moment. There was only the truth, the desire they inspired in her and the need she could see glinting in their gazes. They were perfect. She wanted them to know it.

  Taking Cooper’s comment as an invitation, Lindsay crawled up onto his lap while overhead the hook rattled in its rails. The chain connected to her collar stretched tight but she paid it no attention, certain the leash would be shed in the near future. Instead, she rubbed herself against Cooper’s hard warmth, delighting at the feel of his erection growing to an even thicker bulge beneath his jeans.

  “And just what is it you’re hungry for?” Because Lindsay was having a fantasy right then of being spread out on the table devoured. She bet her heels would look real good poking holes in the leather behind Cooper’s shoulders.

  “I was thinking a bacon-and-cheese omelet would hit the spot,” Cooper answered matter-of-factly before tipping his head around her to verify that suggestion with Nick. “That sound good to you?”

  * * * *

  “What?” Lindsay’s expression blanked with confusion for a second before tensing back up with a scowl. “An omelet? You think that’s funny?”

  Actually Cooper did. He also enjoyed the sight of her rearing back onto her feet as she teetered on the heels he’d picked out for her. Cooper had known they’d be a little too high for her but just perfect for him. As tall as they made her, he could bend Lindsay right over and fuck her without even having to stoop. Besides, they put some slack in the chain leashing her to the tracks overhead. Typical Lindsay, she used that little bit of give to give him hell.

  “Because I’m not laughing.”

  No. She certainly wasn’t, but she was flushed with her outrage or, perhaps, something else. Cooper reconsidered his opinion as he followed the pretty pink tide rolling down her neck and over the swollen curves of her breasts. Those lush mounds were tipped with the prettiest, puckered tits he’d ever admired. They belonged to him along with the rest of the woman ranting down at him.

  “So, let me make this clear to you. I’ll tolerate you dressing me up like a cheap hooker.”

  That seemed harsh to Cooper. He’d actually dressed her up like a well-paid porno star because, whether she appreciated it or not, Lindsay’s wardrobe hadn’t come cheap. Neither had it been easy to make sure he got the right sizes. After all, the last thing a man wanted to do was get his woman lingerie that didn’t fit. Not that Lindsay would appreciate the effort it took him to measure her while she slept.

  “I’ll even let you chain me up to whatever fucking trolley system this is.”

  Cooper followed the direction of the finger she jabbed toward the ceiling and smiled. There was something else that had taken a lot of time and effort to devise the rail system. In the end they used one not unlike the ones used in large scale butcheries. That was another fact he doubted Lindsay would appreciate knowing.

  “But if you think for a moment I’m going to let you—Hey!” Lindsay squealed as she jumped under the sudden spank Nick delivered. Turning to confront his brother, she presented Cooper with the same lusciously tempting sight her ass made in that skirt. “What do you think—Ahhh!”

  Cooper laughed, enjoying the way she twirled around to confront him as he treated her to his solid hand spank. God but she was plush in all the right places. All those curves came with a spit and fire spirit that fired his blood even hotter.

  “Stop! That!” Hands clenched into tiny fists, she emphasized each word of her demand with a stomp of her foot.

  He could have told her “no” but figured she already knew that answer. Lindsay wasn’t arguing with him. She was fighting herself, fighting her pride. If she didn’t learn to overcome that sinful emotion it would probably end up being her downfall. That made this first lesson the most important of them all, and one Cooper couldn’t afford to lose.

  Rising up out of the booth, he towered over her in a vain attempt to intimidate the little woman. Cooper didn’t fool himself into believing it would be that easy. The stubborn chin Lindsay leveled at him assured him that he was right on that account.

  “Let me make one thing quite clear,” Cooper began as he reached up and unclipped her leash from the hook overhead. “If at any time you want to go back there and put on your regular clothes and march your ass right out of this bus, all you got to do is say is ‘bugger.’”

  “Bugger?”

  “Say it and this all stops—permanently.” With each word of his explanation, Cooper had wound her leash around his fist until he could jerk her down across the table. “And I mean all of it.”

  On that cue, Nick opened his mouth and began to devour her cunt. While Cooper had distracted her, his brother had slid down under the table and now knelt right between Lindsay’s legs. Just as Cooper had predicted, those damn heels put her at the perfect height not only to be eaten but to be paddled. If only he’d brought one.

  Cooper lamented that lack of foresight as he admired the flushed globes of her ass. Bent over as she was, Lindsay’s skirt had flipped up, revealing more than just sweet curves of her backside. Cooper could also see glistening evidence of her arousal slickening the insides of her thighs. The girl was hot, moaning and grunting all over the tabletop as she clutched it in her white-knuckled grip. Nick was definitely giving her the tongue-lashing she needed.

  Now their fiery little princess had been reduced to the sex kitten that enjoyed purring on command. The last word Lindsay would be capable of uttering right then was “bugger.” Cooper wasn’t going to waste that kind of advantage. Lifting his free hand up, he didn’t hold anything back as he brought it down to crack across the soft flesh of her ass.

  Lindsay jolted with that first slap, her breath skipping out of her with a wide-eyed gasp that rounded into a look of sublime pleasure as he brought this palm down in another sharply placed smack. Within seconds she was back to moaning. Within a minute her ass was lifting in a silent invitation for another. That was what Cooper had been waiting for.

  Stepping up behind her, he freed his cock and kicked his brother. That was all the warning Nick got before Cooper jerked Lindsay free of Nick’s kiss and fitted the swollen head of his dick to the clenched opening of her cunt. With one smooth thrust he embedded himself in the tightest, hottest pussy he’d ever had the privilege to fuck
.

  That cunt belonged to him. She belonged to him. Filled with a feral sense of possessiveness, Cooper rode Lindsay fast and hard, right up to the edge of release. Then he pulled free, making her cry out in agony. Her shrill wail cut off with a breathless whimper as he lodged his sticky cockhead against the tight rosebud of muscles guarding her back entrance. He surged straight past their clinging grip to sink balls-deep into the sweetest paradise he’d ever plundered.

  Words couldn’t begin to describe the incredible sensation tingling up his spine. Lindsay’s ass loved him, tightening around the length of his cock in a hot suck that had Cooper’s control slipping for a moment. Despite his intentions to draw things out or the plans Nick and he had made, he gave in to the need boiling in his balls and thrust, fucking himself over and over into her until the pleasure burned white-hot and started to consume him whole.

  Cooper would have completely lost it if Nick hadn’t smacked him hard in the back of the head. The jarring blow threw his rhythm off and snapped Cooper back to the reality of the moment. This wasn’t about rapture and release but about teaching Lindsay to trust in them and their future. They had a lifetime of ecstasy head of them. That thought gave him the strength to stop.

  Lindsay moaned in denial as she rocked her hips in blatant invitation but Cooper took it as a success that she seemed incapable of forming the words that would demand he continue. At least in his slipup, he’d made a little progress. He planned on making a whole lot more as he pried Lindsay’s fingers from the table’s edge and forced her to turn with him.

  She panted out sexy little whimpers that made his tensed muscles quiver under the strain of sticking to the plan. Cooper managed, though. Settling down onto the tabletop, he held Lindsay tight against him as he settled her on his lap. The new position had her sinking even further down around his dick, causing Cooper to hesitate as he fought back against the delight searing up his spine.

  With a slow, easy motion, he hooked his knees under Lindsay’s and forced her to spread her legs wide, opening her up for Nick’s invasion. His brother had crawled back out from under the table and slid out of the booth to take his place in front of Lindsay. Nick already had his dick out and didn’t waste a moment before putting it to good use.

  Cooper let his eyes fall shut as his brother slowly began to push his way into Lindsay’s cunt. The feel of her ass stretching tighter around him as Nick’s hard length ground down against the thin barrier separating her two passages nearly had Cooper coming right then. He just needed a moment. One moment to catch his breath and get his bearings, but his brother didn’t even give Cooper a second.

  With a muttered curse, Nick started thrusting with rushed, rough motions that had Lindsay squealing and Cooper groaning. The lust burning in him flared so hot it became a molten wave that threatened to consume Cooper. It was like liquid fire searing through his veins to flood his balls with a heat too hot to be contained.

  He fought to hold back, though. Cooper’s breath heaved in and out in ragged pants as he strained every muscle in his body in his desperate bid not to give in to the rapture clawing through him. With his heart racing and his fingers clenched around the edge of the table, he managed to hold himself still but not back.

  The wild, uncontrollable rush of ecstasy claimed Cooper with a roar that tore through his throat. He was only distantly aware of Lindsay’s own scream as his hips bucked up, his release flooding into the tight, clenched depths of her ass. For long, blissful seconds, Cooper knew nothing of the world but the pure, raw pleasure. Even after the ecstasy started to fade away, he remained half drunk on the euphoric bubbles filling his head.

  Nobody ever made Cooper feel like that. Nobody but Lindsay.

  Chapter 40

  Lindsay felt like a limp noodle. Of all the things she’d expected, she hadn’t anticipated Nick and Cooper treating her to a mega-dose of delight. That had been completely off the charts when it came to climaxes. It was so much better taking two cocks at once when they were both real instead of trying to substitute one with a plastic toy. The only thing that could have made the whole thing better would have been if Cooper had actually fucked her along with his brother.

  Then again, she might not be ready for that kind of pleasure. It was probably too much to ask for, anyway, given what she’d put the brothers through. Actually Lindsay was sort of curious about why they’d been so generous with her, not that she was dumb enough to ask. Whatever their reasons, they’d no doubt become clear soon enough. If they didn’t then she’d count herself lucky that she’d found two men who didn’t hold grudges. Or perhaps two mind readers.

  “That was to show you how things could be.” Nick pulled back to catch Lindsay’s gaze with his own way too serious one. “How we’d like them to be.”

  “But if you say the safe word, this all goes away,” Cooper whispered against her neck, his voice raw and hoarse, grating over her skin like sandpaper. “And it doesn’t come back.”

  “There is no halfway with this, lil’ bit,” Nick warned her, his tone solemn and almost sad. “You either trust us or you don’t.”

  He didn’t think she did. Lindsay could see that truth in his expression and it made her ache to reassure him, but she couldn’t. She’d never trusted anybody fully. More importantly, she actively, intentionally did not trust people. That was a lifetime habit that would be hard to break. It would only crumble if she wanted it to.

  As Lindsay stared up at Nick, she knew she did. He’d suffered. Lindsay didn’t need the details to know that Nick knew what torment was, but he was trying to move beyond that. So would she. He would be her strength. Him and Cooper and the sure knowledge that neither one of them would ever hurt her. Lindsay swore, right then and there, that she would believe in that.

  “I do.” Finally giving them the answer they waited for, Lindsay took the plunge and met Nick’s stare head-on. “I do trust you, and I’ll do as you say…only in here.”

  “That’s all we’re asking for,” Nick assured her, stepping all the way back and pulling free of her body.

  Instantly Lindsay missed the feel of his hard heat keeping her warm and filled. She didn’t have time to lament the loss as he grasped her hands and pulled her off Cooper’s lap. The feel of his cock sliding along the still tender walls of her ass had Lindsay weaving on unsteady feet. Thankfully, Nick held her steady as he fixed her clothing and fluffed her hair back over her shoulder.

  Lindsay could hear Cooper straightening his own clothing behind her. Once he’d finished that task she felt the pull of the collar around her neck as he stretched the chain back up toward the hook. Just like that, both brothers were sliding back into their seats and acting like the last several minutes hadn’t even happened.

  “I believe you were given an order, lil’ bit,” Cooper reminded her, as if Lindsay needed the assistance. “Two bacon, cheese omelets. Sooner rather than later, if you don’t mind.”

  There was just something in his tone that made her want to smart back to him but she’d managed to control that impulse. Instead she reminded herself that there was a point to all this—making the brothers happy. That was even more important than the pleasure they’d offered her as a reward. Besides it really didn’t cost her anything to make them breakfast.

  Not that making breakfast half-dressed in five-inch heels was the easiest thing in the world. Lindsay kept worrying about burning inappropriate parts of her body and couldn’t help be a little self-conscious about bending over with two sets of blue eyes tracking her every move. It would have helped if she could have moved freely but the track they’d attached to the ceiling offered a very narrow range of options, forcing her to walk back and forth to accomplish even the simplest of tasks.

  Lindsay managed, though. Despite the inappropriate cooking attire, the inconvenient conditions, and the fact that she’d never once cooked a single egg, Lindsay thought she managed. Admittedly the eggs were more scrambled than omelet and the bacon probably should have been cooked first, she didn’t think
her breakfast was half bad. Judging by the way Cooper and Nick eyed the plates she slid in front of them, they did not agree.

  “You’ve never cooked before, have you?” Cooper asked as he picked at his omelet, clearly hesitant to actually eat the thing.

  “Carl always had cooks, maids, and gardeners…staff.” Lindsay shrugged, trying to mask the hurt his lack of enthusiasm caused with indifference. “West Field wasn’t exactly big on letting patients play with sharp objects or work around hot stoves.”

  “That’s fascinating,” Cooper stated without a hint of sincerity. Neither did his tone soften with any kind of understanding as he corrected her. “But while we’re in here, it’s ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir.’ This isn’t about sharing our life stories. Okay, wench?”

  Lust shot through her like a white-hot bullet. Lindsay gritted her teeth as she fought the convulsing shudder of hunger that ripped through her cunt with that rough endearment. The quick burn fueled the still smoldering embers of need that remained from her recent release. That quickly Cooper had her wanting him again and there was only one way to catch him.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Very good, my pet. Now come, sit.” Cooper nodded toward Nick, who slid out of the booth to unhook her from her leash. He left the collar on, though, as he stepped back and gestured for her to slide into the booth.

  “Legs spread, hands flat on the table or you’ll be punished,” Nick warned her as Lindsay slipped past him.

  That threat sent a wicked thrill curling through her womb and her cunt convulsed with another spasm that had her leaving a wet streak on the leather as she slid across its cool surface. Lindsay felt wanton and daring with her naked ass pressed into the cushions and legs spread wide enough for the cool air to caress her pussy’s most intimate recesses.