Mastering Angela [Passion Peak, Colorado 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Angela moaned loudly again as Ian bent her over and Nash teased her pussy lips with his dick from behind. How did they have this kind of strength and endurance? Nash’s thrusting was rougher than Ian’s had been, but that only served to prolong her orgasm, which Angela was certain now would simply continue for the rest of her life. One of them reached under and played with her nipples, and all she could do was shake her head back and forth as wave after wave of passion crashed over her.

  Nash pulled out, the men changed places, and then Ian was fucking her pussy again. The water was turning cool, but Angela was grateful for that because her entire body was on fire. They changed places again, and Angela could barely process the sensations all over her body.

  This time, Nash came inside her pussy, crying out loudly as he did. He collapsed against her back for a few moments afterward and gently stroked her hair. “Baby, that was incredible. Thank you.”

  “Thank you, Nash,” she whispered.

  When he straightened up, Ian led her to one of the built-in benches and sat down. “Straddle me.”

  Angela wasted no time in doing what he asked. Once she’d sheathed his dick with her pussy, Ian held her gaze as he grasped her hips and moved her up and down on top of him. She closed her eyes, moaning loudly as the climax continued, but his voice snapped them back open.

  “I want to look into your beautiful eyes, Angela.”

  “Oh…” She held Ian’s gaze, tears streaming down her face as he fucked her roughly until finally he came as well. Then he cradled her in his arms and stroked her hair and back. When he released her, each man took turns once again holding her, and Angela didn’t even care that the spray from the shower was now cold. Her entire body was still on fire, and she knew nothing in her life would ever be the same again.

  * * * *

  Ian shook his head, but the music in his ears didn’t stop. What time was it? He opened one eye. Where was he? Nash scooped his phone off the dresser across the room and, with a quick glance toward the bed, went into the other room to talk. Ian turned his head to the left to watch Angela sleep, curled up on her side the way a child might be. He gently stroked her hair. How long ago had they all fallen asleep in Nash’s bed?

  The alarm clock on the nightstand said seven. Was that evening or morning? And if it was Sunday morning, who the hell was calling Nash at seven o’clock? He crawled off the bed as quietly as possible and pulled on his pants, joining Nash in the sitting room. He’d just disconnected the call.

  “Who was that?”

  “Tommy. He wanted to give me more news on Trace before he went off shift.”

  “Does he know what time it is?”

  Nash chuckled. “You know how he is. No fucking common sense or regard for the fact that not everyone is up all night on weekends, like he usually is.”

  “So, what did he tell you?”

  “It seems Trace wasn’t only drummed out of Philly lately for allegations of manufacturing fake paranormal phenomena. Before the incident in Philadelphia, he had a run-in with a tiny town in Ohio and one in West Virginia. But those two didn’t involve accusations of robbery. He seems to have escalated.”

  “Did Tommy have any idea why?”

  Nash shook his head. “He’s reached out to contacts in all three states to try and gather more information. He doesn’t like it that Trace was here once before and came back. And now, he’s gotten bolder. Coming onto the property uninvited last night was the most aggressive he’s been, as far as we know.”

  Ian ran his hands through his hair. “What did he hope to accomplish? I mean, I don’t get it. Did he really think you’d just let him inside the house? By the way, does he know that you know he was the one who climbed over the fence that night?”

  Nash smiled. “He does now. I told him so last night, right before I threatened him with having the cops arrest him for trespassing.”

  Ian laughed. “Oh man, I wish I could have seen the look on his face.”

  “It was epic. The asshole had the fucking nerve to tell me he has medical bills from the tree branch landing on his head. He’s lucky it didn’t kill him.”

  “Does Tommy want us to do anything to help?”

  Nash shook his head. “No. He begged me not to go after Trace myself. Guess he knows we’re both ready to do that.”

  “Anytime you say so.” Ian glanced toward the bedroom. “And what about Angela? What do we do now, Nash?”

  “We enjoy her.” Nash’s words may have been noncommittal, but the way he suddenly averted his gaze and make a show out of pulling a pair of sweats out of a drawer were anything but. He was never self-conscious being naked in front of Ian. Ian had struck a chord, and although that knowledge wasn’t a shock, he’d hoped he’d been wrong when he’d caught Nash giving Angela thoughtful looks more than once last night.

  “Nash, that’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”

  Nash leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms. His gaze was just short of glaring, but Ian knew he wasn’t angry. It was classic Nash trying to avoid a conversation and closing down. Ian had seen the same look on his face and that identical body language before. And each time had had, there had always been a girl involved.

  “Would you rather we not share her training?” asked Nash.

  Ian resisted the urge to laugh. “Really, Nash? What should we do, then? Flip a coin? She asked us both to train her. How would you explain it to her?”

  “I don’t have to explain it.”

  “Yes you do, you pretentious prick. You’re not the only Dom in this room, and she wants us both. I asked you what we should do about her because I wanted to make sure you were all right with this, but I guess now I have my answer.”

  Nash averted his gaze again and uncrossed his arms. “We really didn’t have a chance to talk about it last night.”

  “No, we didn’t. Hence the reason I’m asking now.”

  This time it was Nash who glanced toward the bedroom. “I don’t want her to hear us fighting like kids in middle school.”

  Ian peeked inside the bedroom. Angela was still asleep. He closed the door and took a seat a seat on the sofa. “Then be straight with me, Nash. Are you all right with this? Things got out of hand last night, but I couldn’t help it. I had to just run with it. But you’re my best friend and I need to know you can handle this. We’ve never shared a sub in bed before. Hell, we’ve never played that much with a sub at the same time before.”

  Nash didn’t answer for long moments. He pushed away from the dresser, and then he paced around the room before finally taking a seat in the armchair across from Ian, and spoke. “I know. But I liked it. A lot. More than I should have. I’m just not sure how long I can keep it up. My jealous streak was competing with my dick for attention all night.”

  The corners of Ian’s mouth turned up. “I know. Mine was, too. Thanks for being honest with me. So what do we do?”

  “Damned if I know. But I do know one thing. I don’t want to give her up. I like her. She’s sweet, and funny, and one hell of an incredible lover.”

  “Not to mention she learns fast. And, unless I’m mistaken, she seemed to enjoy everything we did to her. I hate to tempt fate here, Nash, but I feel like we won the fucking lottery or something, you know?”

  Nash finally smiled. “I know, dude, right? It’s almost unbelievable. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Nash leaned forward and rested his chin in his hands. “Ian, can we do this? Can we share her as a sub and a lover?”

  “I don’t know. But I’m not going to step aside either. I’m willing to give it a shot if you are.”

  Nash stared at him as though he were looking for any sign of bullshit for so long that Ian grew uncomfortable. Finally, he leaned back in his chair. “Okay. All right. I’ll give this a shot as well. But we have to keep talking. Promise me that. And we make sure she does as well.”

  “Agreed.” He reached across the space between them first to shake Nash’s hand. “But for now, I need coffe
e. So let’s go wake her ass up and inform her that as our sub we expect her to make us breakfast.”

  Nash laughed as he rose. “Why do I have the feeling we’re going to be the ones making her breakfast, not the other way around?”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Angela hadn’t been on a horse in about ten years, and fifteen minutes into riding the bay beauty on Nash’s property, she was regretting getting on one today. Or, that could have been the sweet ache in her pussy from being fucked for what felt like days by both men. Each time the memories of last night washed over her, a fresh shiver ran up and down her spine.

  “How are you holding up?” asked Ian, gazing at her from underneath his tan cowboy hat.

  “I’m all right.” She didn’t want to tell them that her groin was on fire. It was too much fun being out with them today.

  “The eggs staying down?”

  Ian’s grin made her laugh. The guys had surprised her with coffee and breakfast this morning. Ian, not knowing how she liked her eggs, had made them over easy, the way he and Nash both ate them. “Yes, Ian. They’re fine. The toast helped.”

  He laughed good-naturedly. “Well, next time you’ll know better I guess.”

  She’d told the guys she preferred them scrambled, and after they’d exchanged a look of incredulity, Angela had pretended to gag at the sight of the eggs, until Nash threatened her with another spanking for her gesture, and for not getting out of bed to make them breakfast. “I understand my place now.”

  “About time,” muttered Nash, but he was smiling at her. His dark-brown cowboy hat made his eyes look even bluer in the bright sunshine, and Angela let her gaze fall lazily over both men now, dressed in jeans, plaid shirts, and even chaps. She was borrowing a pair from them, but they were too big on her and she wasn’t sure they would do much good in the long run.

  After breakfast, Ian had driven her home and waited while she showered and changed into more comfortable clothes, then brought her back here to spend the day with them. She’d had a quick moment of panic when she’d had to ask him to take her back home again because she’d forgotten to take her birth control pill. She’d popped it into her mouth, washed it down with water, and tucked the packet of pills into her purse. Couldn't forget to take one of those again, and since she wasn’t sure how many nights she’d be spending at Nash’s house, it was best to bring them with her.

  She’d never been on the rest of Nash’s property, and stopped her horse’s canter once again to admire the view. Both Sleepy Cat and Passion Peaks could be seen from this angle, as well as Pike’s Peak and most of the western side of the front range of the Rocky Mountains.

  Nash’s property sat on top of a rise, so the view was breathtaking. Almost as breathtaking as both men right now. Gazing at them silhouetted against the backdrop of the clear blue sky and the mountains, and dressed as they were, it was easy for Angela to imagine she was living one hundred years ago and her only duties were to keep both her masters happy in and out of bed.

  “You look lost in thought.” Nash’s warm, sexy voice broke through her daydreams.

  “Just admiring the view.”

  He glanced around. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it? And people wonder why I never leave my house.”

  Angela took a deep breath, inhaling the scents of flowers, clean air, and horse. It evoked images of campfires on the prairie at night, the distant howl of a coyote, and wild sex under the stars out here where no one would ever see them. “I wasn’t only talking about the mountains.”

  Nash’s grin forced a slight moan from her. “Is that so?”

  She nodded, because words were suddenly impossible. What was it about these two that rendered her incapable of rational thought? In the space of less than forty-eight hours, she’d had experiences that she’d only fantasized about before, and had become a submissive to the two most gorgeous, charismatic men in Passion Peak. If this was a dream, she hoped she never woke up.

  “Do you want to keep riding for a while? I’d love to show you the abandoned mineshaft.”

  “You have an abandoned mineshaft here, too?” So far, she’d been shown the impressive horse barns, met each of Nash’s ten horses, been given a tour of the main house, as well as a tour of what used to be servants’ cabins, but were now used as storage sheds, and shown the carriage house that now served as garage.

  Most of the property was forested, except for rises such as the one they were now on. Riding trails ran through the woods and onto the rises. Nash had told her that there were over forty acres, and if you rode on the trails that wound throughout the property, it would total two hundred miles of riding.

  “Come on.” He turned his horse toward the northwest corner of the property and Angela followed, all discomfort forgotten.

  “Has your family always owned this land, Nash?”

  “Yes. They settled here during the Gold Rush and got rich because of it, but didn’t stop there. At one time, they owned a lot of businesses in town, but when the organized crime bosses came streaming in during the nineteen twenties, they began acquiring businesses in other cities.”

  “So, your family was tangled up with Carma’s ancestors, then?” Carma’s family had settled here during Prohibition and had a checkered past that was known throughout the town. They were no longer involved in illegal businesses, but Carma had once told her that every so often she wondered at the activities of some of her shadier and more mysterious family members.

  “In a way,” said Nash. “My grandfather, Colson, was once a business partner with Carma’s great-uncle Battista.”

  “What happened?”

  He glanced sideways at her. “What makes you think something happened?”

  “The tone in your voice.”

  Nash looked straight ahead again. “They had a falling-out over certain business deals. It’s a long, boring story.”

  Ian moved his horse to the left of hers so that she was now riding in between both men. “In other words,” he said, a big grin on his face, “Nash’s family has always been selective when it comes to doing business here in Passion Peak.”

  Angela laughed. “You sound jealous, Ian.”

  Nash’s chuckle sent a warm glow through her. She knew the two men were best friends, and the fact that they’d let her in on their good-natured teasing made her feel special. She wanted to please them outside the bedroom and dungeon as much as inside both places. Riding with them and talking about their families felt so natural and normal. She’d never had this with Brett. They’d talked to each other, but never this intimately.

  “I have nothing to be jealous of,” said Ian, trying to give her a stern look that didn’t quite convince her because his beautiful green eyes were full of humor and light.

  “That’s true,” said Nash. “Ian works because he wants to, not because he has to.”

  “Unlike Nash, who doesn’t bother to work at all,” said Ian, winking at Angela.

  “Hysterical,” said Nash. “Really. Why don’t you tell Angela about your family’s involvement with White Star lines? That ought to impress her.”

  “Fuck you, Nash.”

  Angela couldn’t help laughing again. She didn’t even care if it earned her more swats later. The look on Ian’s face was priceless. It was a cross between annoyance and disbelief. “White Star lines, Ian? As in the shipping company who owned the Titanic?”

  “One and the same. My family doesn’t have an interest in shipbuilding any more, and in fact became disentangled with White Star shortly after the Titanic sank.” He looked at Nash as he spoke.

  “What do they do now, Ian?” She knew next to nothing about Ian’s family, except that they were rich, like Nash’s.

  “They’re involved in industries that harness and sell energy.”

  “Is that how you got interested in working for Notus?” Ian was an electrical engineer working on the same research and development team as Blaine Peterson.

  “His family owns Notus,” said Nash.

  “No shit?”
Angela stopped her horse and stared at each of the men in turn. “I’ve lived here my entire life. Why didn’t I know that?”

  Ian shrugged, clearly embarrassed now. “Notus has branches all over the country, and I don’t publicize my family’s role in it.”

  “Your family owns Notus. The entire company. Why aren’t you sitting in a corner office somewhere, being groomed to take over?”

  “Because I don’t want to. I have plenty of family members who are jostling each other for that spot. I decided when I was still in high school that I wanted to learn the business from the working end of it.”

  “I’m impressed, Ian. Honestly.”

  He almost looked surprised. “Thank you, Angela.”

  “So now you know,” said Nash, giving her a pointed stare. “You’ve asked to be trained as a sub by two men whose families have not only wealth, but notoriety in this town.”

  “So I have.” She looked at each of the men in turn. “But just so you know, I don’t care about your money—either of you. I just want to make sure you understand that.”

  “We understand, Angela,” said Nash.

  “But thank you for telling us that,” said Ian. “Ah… here we are.”

  Angela followed his gaze toward what at first glance looked like nothing more than a boarded-up, overgrown pile of weeds. “That’s it?”

  “Yep. Nothing much to look at, it is?” asked Nash. “In a few years, the weeds and brush will overtake it, and no one will even remember it’s here.”

  She glanced around, spotting a road at the bottom of the rise, barely visible through the brush. “Which street is that?”

  “Sunflower Trail. It curves around this end of the property and back up to State Highway 64.”

  “There’s no brick wall along this side?”

  Nash nodded. “There is, but you can’t see it from here. It goes all the way around the property.”

  “Okay. Silly question, but what happens if you want to get out onto the road? Or for that matter, what if you want to get outside the wall, but you’re not at the front gate? That’s a long walk around the perimeter.”