Desire Unleashed [Desire, Oklahoma 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  Jake’s eyes narrowed. “I won’t tolerate your shyness or embarrassment in coming to me in front of Hoyt. You know how much I hate repeating myself, Nat. I want my kiss. Now.”

  Obeying him when he spoke in that low tone came as natural as breathing.

  So did the rush of heat that dampened her thighs and made her nipples bead.

  Never looking away from his steady gaze, she set her cup aside and took a step closer to him, and then another, her nipples tight and achy against the plush material of her robe. Moving slowly to tease both of them, she smiled and trailed her fingers over the table, aware of Hoyt’s gaze raking over her as she approached Jake.

  The sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife, but it felt different than the night before. There was a playfulness and camaraderie between them that hadn’t been present the previous night.

  She paused in front of Jake, her pulse tripping at the dare in his eyes.

  Nat lowered herself to his lap, her body’s response to his mood sending another rush of moisture to coat her inner thighs. Eager for his kiss, she gripped his wide shoulders and stared at his mouth as she leaned forward and touched her lips to his.

  The hands at her waist tightened, the hunger in his touch fueling her own.

  Years of experience had taught her just what Jake wanted, and she did it without hesitation, pouring herself into her kiss and slipping her tongue into his mouth to tangle it with his.

  As usual, he took control of their kiss almost immediately. His hands shifted and pulled her closer, readjusting her position on his lap until she straddled him.

  He kissed her with a heat and desperation that made her head swim, her heart pounding furiously when his hands slid higher and inside her robe.

  The feel of air on her skin only made her hotter as he loosened her belt and parted her robe.

  Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes as he cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. “Who do these beautiful breasts belong to?”

  Trembling, she sucked in a breath, knowing her husband’s dominant nature well. Despite his claim, she knew he would need reassurance—a reassurance she would happily give. She licked her dry lips and swallowed heavily, stiffening when she heard Hoyt move behind her. “You.”

  Jake smiled, rewarding her by sliding his thumbs over her nipples, and drawing a gasp from her as sharp arrows of need shot to her clit. “That’s true, but now they also belong to Hoyt, don’t they?”

  The slide of Hoyt’s hand down her back added an edge to the erotic tension, the reality of having both men touch her like something out of a dream.

  A fantasy.

  And she was living it.

  Jake tightened his fingers on her nipples just enough to startle her. “You’re not focusing. It’s not like you to get flustered so easily. Answer my question.”

  Staring into his eyes, Nat gulped, the rush of emotion and lust making it difficult to breathe. “Yes!”

  Hoyt’s hands tightened on her shoulders as his lips touched her hair.

  Jake smiled and tugged a nipple. “But you’ve been mine for so long, I think I should be the one to give them to him. Don’t you agree?”

  Nat blinked. “I thought you did that last night.”

  Jake’s hand clenched on her waist. “No. Last night was about something entirely different. It was about Hoyt letting you know that he wouldn’t let you get away with avoiding issues. But, he touched you because I was there. That’s why he brought you out to the living room. This is about giving you permission to let him touch you when I’m not around. I know you’re struggling with it.”

  Nat shivered in erotic delight as Jake turned a morning kiss into a decadent assault to her senses. Staring into his eyes, she saw the thrill it gave him to do this, along with the slight edge of concern as he watched her steadily, as though braced for any sign of discomfort.

  Smiling reassuringly, and once again humbled by how much the wonderful man she’d married loved her, Nat ran her hands over his chest, loving the familiar feel of heat and hard muscle. “Whatever you say.”

  Aware of Hoyt’s stillness behind her, and elated at the feel of them surrounding her, Nat smiled, clenching her hands on Jake’s chest. “Master.” Smiling at Hoyt’s sharp intake of breath, Nat arched her back, the glint of possessiveness and power in Jake’s eyes enticing her to press her breasts more firmly into his hands.

  He slid one hand up to cup her cheek, his eyes flaring with heat and satisfaction when she automatically turned her face into his palm. Massaging her breast with the other hand, Jake smiled. “You’re both uncomfortable touching the other in front of me, and you’d both be consumed by guilt if you did anything while I wasn’t around. We need to fix that.”

  Nat turned her head to look at Hoyt, her stomach clenching at the look in his eyes.

  His eyes seemed to gleam with a combination of love, heat and possessiveness as his gaze lowered to the hand Jake held on her breast.

  “She’s skittish around me. I thought last night would have settled that, but I don’t want her worried that she’d angered you by getting pleasure from my touch.” His eyes lifted to hers. “I can’t stand the look of guilt in her eyes when I touch her.”

  Jake chuckled. “I’d take off her robe, but she always gets chilled in the morning.”

  Hoyt smiled. “I’ll remember that. I’ll do whatever necessary to keep her nice and warm.”

  Turning her face toward his, Jake ran his thumb over her bottom lip, branding her with every touch. “I’ve fantasized about sharing you in the past, but I was always too possessive. I could never share you with anyone but Hoyt. Hoyt tells me that he feels the same way. Now, we both have you. Now we can show you how it feels to be loved by two men. Are you going to let us have our fantasy, baby? Are you going to let us give you yours?”

  Her own need to please Jake would have been enough incentive for her to say yes, but her love for both of them, and the excitement of living her own fantasy brought tears to her eyes.

  She’d never loved him more.

  Smiling, she cupped his jaw. “I’d do anything for you.”

  The flare of heat and possessiveness in his eyes thrilled her. “Good girl.”

  He ran his hand over her hair, the other at her breast. “Look at Hoyt.” His tone brooked no argument.

  Sliding a hand under her robe to her back, Jake pulled her closer, his other hand still massaging her breast. “Hoyt, you really didn’t get to see too much of her last night. Would you like to see her breasts?”

  Hoyt’s eyes narrowed, his lips curving in a slow, tender smile. “I’d like nothing more.”

  Exposing her breasts to Hoyt’s heated gaze, Jake ran his fingers over the upper curve of her left breast, smiling at her moan. “Her breasts are very sensitive.”

  Hoyt’s eyes warmed, filled with tender indulgence. “I always had to be very careful with her nipples.”

  Sliding a hand to the underside of her breast, Jake cupped it, his eyes on hers as if daring her to object. “Would you like to touch them?”

  Hoyt’s eyes narrowed, dropping to her breasts again. “Absolutely.”

  Trembling, Nat tightened her hands on Jake’s shirt, her nipple tingling in anticipation.

  Her own sexuality stunned her.

  She’d always loved the way Jake made her feel, the way his eyes glittered with delight as he explored her making her feel ridiculously feminine.

  Desired, but more.

  Owned—but in a way that made her feel like a valued possession.

  Seeing that same hunger in Hoyt’s eyes, Nat gulped in air, her entire body tingling with pinpricks of awareness.

  Watching Hoyt’s hand move closer, she stiffened, sucking in a breath and jolting at the first touch of a finger against her beaded nipple.

  “Be still.” Jake’s low growl, accompanied by a sharp slap to her bottom, sent another surge of hunger through her as Hoyt smiled and closed his forefinger and thumb on her nipple.


  The slight pinch sent a wave of electricity through her, a burst of sizzling sensation that centered at her slit.

  Hoyt’s eyes narrowed at her soft cry, the heat in them making them gleam. “Keep your hands on Jake’s chest.” Watching her eyes, he tugged at her nipple. “I’ve watched her grow from an insecure, frightened young woman to a confident, self-assured one. Every time I saw her, I wanted her even more.”

  Jake pushed her hair back and toyed with her other nipple, the dual sensation making it increasingly difficult to remain still. “When her mother died, and her father crawled into a bottle, it shook her, especially since she felt responsible for Jesse.”

  Uncomfortable with their conversation and reminder of that time, Nat opened her mouth to change the subject, but a sharp look from Jake had her snapping it closed again.

  “Not one word. Be still.” Stroking her nipple, he continued on, the knowledge of what their touch did to her darkening his eyes. “Now, she’s strong enough to be a remarkable submissive, something that she fought for years until she realized she couldn’t fight her own body’s needs.”

  Hoyt tapped her nipple, seemingly enthralled each time she moaned or cried out. “I always knew she would be a good submissive, but you’ve given her a confidence that makes her a magnificent one.”

  Fisting her hands on Jake’s chest, she fought not to move as the tingling in her clit became almost unbearable.

  Hoyt grinned and lightly caressed her nipple. “She’s too passionate to deny herself. Controlling her with her own pleasure has always been a dream of mine. She fights it.” His eyes narrowed, glittering with challenge. “It’s in her eyes. She doesn’t submit easily at all, does she?”

  Jake chuckled. “She’s learned that I won’t let her get away with defying me. When she gets in a mood, she fights the pleasure and tries to top from the bottom.” Shrugging, he smiled as he ran a fingertip over her nipple. “I never let her get away with it, but it’s fun when she tries.”

  Hoyt glanced at Jake. “When she fights the pleasure, do you make her come until she begs you to stop?”

  Jake grinned. “And beyond. Of course, the threat of not being allowed to come at all is what’s keeping her still right now.”

  Glaring at him, Nat dug her short nails into his chest, smiling in satisfaction when he winced.

  With a cool smile of his own, he retaliated by closing his finger and thumb on her nipple. “Brat. She dug her nails into my chest, and if I allowed her to speak, she’d use the excuse that she was so overwhelmed, she didn’t know what she was doing.”

  Hoyt chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Oh, she knows what she did all right, and she did it on purpose.” He tugged her nipple. “Those expressive eyes have driven me wild for years. She can’t hide anything, can she?”

  Closing a hand over her breast, Jake massaged gently. “No, to my unending delight.”

  Nat arched into their touch, the slide of Jake’s hand up and down her spine, and the firm pressure of their fingers on her nipples making her pussy clench as the hunger grew.

  Jake’s hand settled on her bottom, squeezing gently. “Over the years, I’ve managed to work up her tolerance for pain in her nipples. I have several sets of nipple clips for her, and have adjusted them so that the pressure is firm enough to keep them on, but not to hurt her too much. A little pain there drives her wild, but I always have to be careful with her.”

  Hoyt pursed his lips, his gaze focused on her nipple as if imagining the clips on her. “I’d like to see that for myself. She’s always been so sensitive there.” Hoyt applied more pressure, the slight pain sending a rush of need to her slit. Lifting his gaze to hers, he smiled when she moaned and arched her back to thrust her breasts out. “She’s delicate, but doesn’t see herself that way, does she?”

  Lifting a hand to her cheek, Jake locked his gaze with hers, his eyes warm with appreciation. “Not at all. I’ve always found the combination of sweet femininity and strength irresistible.”

  Hoyt slid his hand over the outer curve of her breast, the awe and wonder in his eyes bringing tears to hers. “Definitely irresistible.” Closing his hand over her breast, he squeezed gently, running his palm back and forth over her nipple, his eyes narrowed on hers.

  “Oh, God.” She threw her head back, crying out at the feel of both of their hands on her breasts. Fisting her hands tighter in Jake’s shirt, she rocked against him, desperate for friction against her clit.

  Another sharp slap on her ass made Nat jolt, the tug at her nipple sending another wave of erotic heat through her.

  Jake’s eyes glittered with a possessiveness and excitement she hadn’t seen in a long time. “I trained you better than that. I told you to be still. It looks like we’re going to have to intensify your training again so that you can show Hoyt what a good girl you can be. Don’t embarrass me by disobeying me again.”

  Shocked at Jake’s dominant demeanor, Nat realized how easy he’d been with her. Delighted with the thrill in his eyes, she wanted desperately to fulfill the hunger she saw in them and surrender to him in ways he hadn’t demanded in a long time.

  Her face burned at her lapse, and she found herself drifting in to the world he’d created for them so many years ago, slipping into the submissive role that now fit her like a glove. She smiled at him, letting her love and trust in him show in her eyes.

  After giving her the chance to have it all, he deserved that and more from her, but the knowledge of all the pleasure she’d receive in return made it an irresistible lure. Arching to give Hoyt better access, she met the flare of heat in Jake’s eyes and gave him an impish grin. “I’m sorry. I won’t embarrass you.”

  The glitter of relief and possessive hunger in Jake’s eyes told her she’d said the right thing.

  “Whatever you want is yours. I’m yours.”

  Jake rubbed her bottom, his slow smile filled with deep satisfaction. His eyes never left hers as he slid his hand from her breast, clearly enjoying himself. “And now you’re going to belong to both of us. I’m sure Hoyt’s anxious to see the rest of you. I want you to be a good girl for me and show him that sweet pussy.”

  Nat bit her lip to hold back a moan, her stomach clenching in excitement. The robe still covered her abdomen and mound, but she knew that it wouldn’t stay that way much longer.

  Hoyt gently massaged her breast, his eyes taking on a possessiveness that made her wonder again just what kind of lover he would be. “Very anxious. Her breasts are beautiful. Soft. Firm. So sensitive. Like her ass. I can’t wait to explore the rest of her.”

  Leaning closer, Hoyt cupped her other breast and toyed with her nipple. “She used to get aroused when I spanked her, but nothing like last night. Is that usual?”

  Jake chuckled softly. “Yes, she loves her spankings. She gets sassy when she wants one or feels neglected.”

  Nat smiled. “You never neglect me. Sometimes I just want to get your attention.”

  Jake smiled, watching Hoyt’s hands move over her breasts. “You always have my attention, baby.”

  Hoyt leaned closer, sliding his thumb back and forth over her nipple. “And you have mine.” Smiling, he tapped her nipple, his jaw clenching at her soft cry.

  Jake shook his head. “She needs a firm hand, though. I give in to her too often.”

  Hoyt pressed a thumb against her bottom lip, forcing her to part them as he moved closer. “I can’t say that I blame you.”

  He brushed his lips against hers, lifting his head to stare down in to her eyes again. “I never got a chance to take her very far. She was so young and inexperienced. A virgin. Taking her virginity was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. I wanted to take her further, but we ran out of time, didn’t we, love?” The fascination in his eyes sucked her in, the memories of the time they’d spent as young lovers rushing back with a speed that made her dizzy.

  Lifting her chin, he held her gaze. “She’s had some time to think about the implications of belonging to both of us. I need
to hear her say that she still wants this.”

  Licking her lips, she stared into his eyes, love and need for both of them making it difficult to speak. “Yes.” It came out as a hoarse whisper, but she knew they both heard her.

  Hoyt smiled, his eyes hooded and dark with emotion as his rough palm moved over her breast again. “A new beginning.” Lowering his head, he took her mouth with his in a gentle kiss, but one that still held the mark of possession.

  Forcing her lips to part, he swept his tongue inside, the taste of coffee and Hoyt so familiar and yet so new and exotic. Swallowing her moan, he deepened his kiss, his hand moving softly over her breast, the friction of his rough palm over her nipple intensifying the ache that heated her slit.

  Through it, she felt Jake watching her, felt his touch as his hand moved up and down her bottom with a warm, firm caress filled with possessiveness and encouragement.

  Hoyt explored her mouth with a thoroughness that left her senses reeling, and with an erotic edge that hadn’t been there before.

  A hunger stronger and more potent than it had been in the past.

  A strong, masculine possessiveness that pulled at something deep inside her.

  Lifting his head, he stared down at her. “I didn’t think it could be any better than before, but it is.”

  Jake grinned, no longer as tense as he’d been earlier. “It’s going to get even better.” Jake slid his hand higher to capture her hair in a fist and pull her head back, her position arching her breasts out to both of them. “Last night, Hoyt didn’t get to explore you the way he wanted. Just relax and let him get reacquainted with your body. Let him see how beautiful you are.”

  A moan escaped at the feel of both of their hands sliding over her skin, the anticipation in both of their sharp, hooded gazes sending her arousal soaring. “Yes.”

  Hoyt grinned as he straightened, circling the table, and helping Jake turn her to face him.

  With his chest hot against her back, Jake pressed a hand to her belly, surrounding her with heat. “Lean back against me. I want to see everything.” Kissing her temple when she obeyed him, Jake parted her robe, baring her mound to Hoyt’s gaze, running his hand over it possessively. “Isn’t she beautiful?”