by Tara Rose
Preston gave her a dark look. “You don’t even want to know. We’re talking torture, handcuffs, and a red ass from all the paddling we’re going to give you.”
She shivered. “Oh, that sounds like fun.”
“Fun?” Luke gave her a mock look of horror. “Fun? Get your gorgeous self over here and I’ll show you fun.”
“Well I don’t know now. You two look like you want to eat me for breakfast.”
Luke scooted off the bed and lunged for her. Vivian laughed and tried to dance away, but he was much too fast. He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like she was a sack of weed killer at work, and then he carried her over to the sofa. He took a seat and had her over his knees before she could do more than grunt. She was still laughing so hard that it was difficult to catch her breath.
“Now we’ll see who’s having fun.” He alternated smacking her ass cheeks with an open palm, and it really hurt. But at the same time, the endorphins rushing through her body made her dizzy, and soon she was moaning as her arousal built.
She knew Preston had crossed the room, and heard drawers opening, but until Luke changed from an open hand spanking to smacking her ass with a wooden paddle, she’d had no clue what Preston had been up to.
She tried to glance over her shoulder, but all that did was earn her Preston’s dick in her face. He was hard again, and the strength and stamina of these two men amazed her. “Never mind what he’s doing,” said Preston. “You’ve earned this. You’re a bad girl.”
“Am I?”
“Oh, man,” said Luke. “She’s really quite a tease, isn’t she?”
“Apparently so,” said Preston. She watched him cross the room again, and then pull a straight-backed chair over, placing it right in front of her face. He took a seat and grasped her head. “Open your mouth.”
“Oh, God…” Vivian did as he commanded, and then he shoved his cock into it while Luke kept up his paddling. She couldn’t even process all the sensations, so she finally stopped trying and simply gave over to it.
Preston lazily fucked her mouth, and she lost count of the swats Luke gave her. It burned like crazy, but the more he did, the more she wanted. This was more decadent and sexy than anything she could have conjured up, and she never wanted it to end.
Finally he stopped, and she thought the paddling was over, but then all they did was switch places. She yelled in fake protest as Preston spanked her with a bare hand.
Preston lifted her off his knees to stand and face him. He kissed her, tongue and all. She melted into his embrace, and when he released the kiss, he cupped her face and gazed at her with lust and humor. “Tell me you aren’t enjoying this. I dare you to.”
Damn! He’s nailed you, that’s for sure. “I’d be lying if I said that.”
“That’s what I thought.” He pulled her back over his knees and began to spank her, and then Luke sat on the chair where Preston had been, and told Vivian to open her mouth.
Luke fucked her mouth as Preston changed to paddling her, and his swats weren’t any less intense than Luke’s had been. She was seriously in trouble here, and she loved every delicious second of it. The pain and pleasure mixed together until Vivian couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
When they finally stopped again, each man pulled her close in turn, kissing her and stroking her hair and back. They walked her around to the back of the sofa and bent her over it, taking turns fucking her in the pussy from behind. She screamed and moaned loudly as they slammed into her, hoping it never ended. She was sore and tired, but her need for these men wasn’t any less than it had been when this evening first started. She’d never get enough of them.
She actually came again, which shocked her, but all she could do this time was whimper. When they each came, they held her again, and then the three curled up on the bed. Preston held her in front, and Luke molded his body against hers from behind. Vivian drifted off to sleep, unable to process everything that had just happened. Her heart was filled with joy, and she knew that everything would be okay now. It had to be.
Chapter Twelve
Sunday morning, Preston made them breakfast, and they ate it outside on his covered back porch, enjoying the warm spring morning. “I’m not used to this,” he said. “I mean birds singing and flowers in bloom this early.”
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked.
“It really is. I could learn to love this.”
“Aren’t you staying?” asked Luke. “I mean, you’re not going back to Chicago one day, are you?”
He gave Vivian a sideways glance. “That remains to be seen. My contract is only for one year.”
“I can’t imagine there will be any trouble,” she said. “The year will be up before we know it, and then I will go to the board and recommend you for permanent employment. It’s only a formality.”
He leaned over and kissed her. “I hope you’re right.” After last night, if he had to leave Sin Hospital he could bear that, but he couldn’t leave this town or Vivian. There was no way. And he understood now in a way he hadn’t before that she’d never leave her home, even if Luke came with them. She loved it here. It was as much a part of her as that copper hair and her warm heart.
“So, what should we do today? Are there any museums in Nashville? I’m assuming there aren’t any here.”
Luke snorted. “Museums? You mean like the Louvre or that art museum in New York City?”
Preston gave him a droll look. “Le Louvre and the Metropolitan Museum of Art happen to be two of my favorite places in the entire world. I doubt Nashville has anything comparable. But surely there’s a country music one, or something to with the Civil War, no?”
Luke stuffed a forkful of eggs into his mouth and mumbled, “Show off.”
Vivian gave each man a stern look. “I told you all to stop that squabbling.” She turned her attention toward Preston. “The Ryman Theater has tours, but not on Sundays. And most of the Civil War battlefields in Tennessee are likely open today, but there’s nothing like what you’re probably picturing.”
“So, nothing like Gettysburg?”
She smiled and shook her head. “No. Not even close. The South lost that war, remember? No one here is willing to pour that kind of money or resources into a memorial. Stones River in Murfreesboro is the closest battlefield, but if you’re picturing a place like Gettysburg, you’ll be disappointed.”
“We should go someplace where you can absorb the culture,” said Luke. “To introduce you to more of this area and what it has to offer.”
Preston finished his eggs. “All right. What do you suggest?” Anything to spend time with Vivian.
“Bell Buckle is nice. And if you’re interested in collecting antiques to fill this big house, they have plenty.”
“That’s a great idea,” she said. “I love it there. And we can have lunch at the Bell Buckle Café.”
Preston agreed to go, and made a mental note to bring along Tums, because at the mention of the Bell Buckle Café, he was picturing hot dogs and potato salad, not blackened tuna and a field green salad. And sweet tea. It was the state drink. He was sure of it.
But it didn’t matter as much as it would have a week ago. So much had changed since Vivian had pulled up in her pick-up truck and offered to drive him into Murfreesboro, that Preston became dizzy when he stopped to think about it. How was any of this possible?
His life had been a series of carefully planned steps and goals, each one tailored toward adding more money, more prestige, or another destination. He’d lived for himself and no one else. It was the way he’d been raised, and he’d never questioned it.
And then everything had changed, just like that. For a year now he’d been adrift, wondering how he’d get his old life back. The sudden realization that he didn’t want it back floored him. He liked this. He liked sitting on a porch in the morning sun, drinking coffee and eating food with the two people who had helped him realize that the sun didn’t rise and set on the top positio
n at a hospital, or box seats at the opera.
Was it possible for him to embrace such a simple life? Then again, what they had embarked on with this ménage was anything but simple. At least here in Sin, Tennessee it wouldn’t be simple. How ironic was it that a town named Sin would shun what they were doing? Preston would laugh if the situation weren’t so deadly serious for him.
This position at Sin Hospital was his one chance to return to doing what he loved. Practicing medicine. Helping people recover from traumatic injuries. If he blew this, he’d have blown everything that had mattered to him for over ten years now.
As they finished and began to clear the dishes, he watched the easy way Vivian did everything, and wondered how a person became so content with not seeking to always be better, do more, or add something to a collection. He didn’t want to ask, because he couldn’t find the right words, and didn’t want to insult her or Luke. But the basic truth was that he was jealous of them. He envied their ability to merely be happy with what they had, and to make the most of it. Preston didn’t know how to do that. Maybe they could help him figure it out?
* * * *
Luke didn’t mind driving Vivian and Preston over to Bell Buckle in his truck, because it meant that Vivian had to ride in the middle, and she was that much closer to him because of it. It was only four miles to the center of Bell Buckle, but Luke took the back roads so it would take longer. He used the excuse of giving Preston the scenic tour, so the man could see flowering trees and bushes in March.
When they arrived, they walked down Main Street, peering into every shop and explaining the town’s history to Preston. Vivian asked him whether there weren’t small towns like this near Chicago, and he said there were, but not until you got about an hour outside the suburbs in any direction.
“We have small towns like this all over the area,” said Vivian. “We should visit a different one each weekend. The three of us. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
Luke had seen them all, and he knew she had, too, but he realized she was trying hard to include Preston in her world. Vivian’s tender heart and warm ways were two of the things he’d always loved about her, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel odd right now to be sharing this with her and another man.
Last night, he’d been overwhelmed with his own emotions as they’d both made love to her, and then spanked and paddled her. If his mama could have seen that… But he was a grown man, and they weren’t doing anything wrong. Unconventional, but not sinful. He’d stand in the town square and defend his right to pursue a relationship like this. And he’d be damned if he’d give up Vivian because most of the good folks in Sin, Tennessee would be scandalized.
The largest antique shops were on Main Street, and once inside, Preston surprised him with his knowledge. Vivian was in her heaven, talking about old plates and unique pieces with Preston. Luke merely walked along and tried not to bump into anything. He’d always been clumsy inside stores, and more than once his parents had ended up paying for something he’d accidentally knocked over and broken.
He was having a good time because she was, and that was fine with him. When they came to a section featuring old farm equipment, however, it was Luke’s turn to shine with knowledge and explanations. This he knew something about.
Preston ended up buying several small pieces of furniture for his home, and Vivian bought a set of plates from England that she didn’t already have. She’d been obsessed with pottery from England ever since she’d visited London a few years ago.
They went into the Bell Buckle Café to eat, and during the meal Preston asked Vivian how the drywall repair was going.
She and Luke exchanged a smile. “You know, I forgot all about that,” he said.
“Ah, yeah so did I, apparently. I haven’t had time to work on it since Thursday.”
Luke’s smile grew bigger as the memories of that night washed over him. He’d had a fantastic time yesterday, but Thursday night would always be special to him because it was the first time he and Vivian had finally made love. “Guess we should help you get that done.”
“I’ve never done anything like that,” said Preston. “But if you two will show me how, I’d love to learn.”
“See there?” asked Luke. “You’re half country already.”
He laughed good-naturedly, but Luke could tell he still felt out of his element. The man really was trying hard, and Luke tried to put himself in Preston’s place for a moment. He’d been forced to leave a job he’d really loved, and it sounded like he hadn’t deserved that. Unless he’d lied outright, the man hadn’t done what he’d been accused of. Clearly he was smitten with Vivian, and Luke couldn’t blame him. She was an easy woman to love.
And last night, Preston had shown a side that excited Vivian. Luke could see that, too. She was having the time of her life, and he realized all over again that if he wanted her, he’d better get used to having Preston around, too. Because she wasn’t going to give this up. The only question was whether Luke loved her enough to share her life with another man.
* * * *
Vivian should have been tired when they finally returned to her house, but she wasn’t. The guys were serious about helping her finish the drywall repairs, so they started in on those. She and Luke had done half of them before they’d become distracted Thursday night, and as the three worked into the afternoon, it became clear they would have all the holes patched before nightfall.
When they finished, she opened a bottle of wine and Luke went to get them pizza so they could celebrate. “I don’t suppose you all would want to help me repaint, too.”
“Of course we will,” said Luke.
“Painting I’ve done,” said Preston.
“There, you see?” asked Luke. “We’re both useful to have around, aren’t we?”
Vivian gave Luke what she hoped was a sexy smile. “Oh, you’re useful all right. I’ve never been so sore in my life, but I’ve also never been this contented.”
“We aim to please, ma’am.”
Preston chuckled. “You know what I love? That we can sit around like this and joke about it. I never thought I could do this.”
Luke clinked his glass against Preston’s. “Me either, dude.”
“Maybe I should rethink this,” said Vivian. “You two might band together against me and plan something really decadent.”
Luke gave her a dark, sexy look. “What makes you think we haven’t already done that?”
“I am worn out, y’all.”
“So are we,” said Preston. “But that won’t stop us.”
The men exchanged a glance, and then Vivian shrieked and ran from the room, but they caught her in the hallway. “Stop it! Put me down! Y’all both are crazy.”
“Crazy about you.” Preston scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, and then dropped her on the bed. She rolled away but Luke caught her, pinning her face down on the comforter. Vivian was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
He pulled off her jeans and panties, and then rolled her onto her back and straddled her hips. She tried to push him off, still laughing, but Preston climbed on the bed above her head, caught the hem of her sweater, and pulled it off. Then he pinned her arms over her head. “You’re our prisoner, Vivian.”
“I can see that.”
Luke reached underneath to unhook her bra, and then Preston released her arms long enough for Luke to remove it. Vivian smacked at both of them, trying to pretend she was fighting them off, but felt ridiculous doing it since she was enjoying this so much. Preston caught her arms again and held them over her head, and then Vivian moaned loudly as Luke grasped her breasts. “We have you now, ma’am. You have to do as we say.”
“And what if I refuse?”
He leaned over and licked each nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit. “We’ll take what we want anyway.”
She shivered at his words. The past four days had been nothing short of glorious, and she realized she could have this
every single day for the rest of her life. It was too easy. Where was the catch? Vivian hoped she would never find out.
Chapter Thirteen
Vivian moaned again as Luke took his cock out of his jeans and scooted lower to spread her legs. Preston held her arms overhead as Luke stroked her soaking wet pussy. She gazed into Luke’s eyes, and tears stung hers as she glimpsed years of love and pent up frustration in them. He’d always been there for her, and he was exactly where he wanted to be right now. That he could even entertain sharing her with another man had amazed her. But to see him like this, uninhibited and enjoying her so much, was the ultimate high.
He plunged his dick into her pussy, and she cried out in pleasure as he fucked her good and hard. He was in so deep that his balls slapped her ass with each thrust, and she didn’t care how tired and sore she was. She needed this. She craved this playfulness and dominance from both men, the same way she craved air and water to live.
She thought he was going to stay in until he came, but he withdrew and moved to her head to take over holding her arms as Preston positioned himself between her legs. He removed his cock from his jeans, and gazed down at her with so much lust and intensity that Vivian became dizzy.
This man was nothing like she’d first thought he was, and she was ashamed for having jumped to conclusions. He was incredibly sexy and fun to be with, despite their differences. She had the best of both worlds with him and Luke together. And she wasn’t going to do anything to ruin this.
Preston teased her pussy lips and clit with the head of his dick, and Luke let out a groan. “Fuck her, already. I’m going out of my mind here.”
“Patience, country boy. Look at her face. The more we tease her, the more she loves it.”
“I know, but I want my turn again! And by the way, why do you own a paddle?”
Preston chuckled. “It took you this long to ask?”
“I’ve been distracted.”
