Taking Her Cowboy Doms [Pleasure, Texas 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “Fuck, yeah.” Mike pushed on her back as Alex scooted lower. Bending over, Mike positioned his shaft at her dark hole and eased his way inside.

  “Harder, Dom Mike. Faster, Dom Alex.”

  They met her challenge again. She laid her head back and closed her eyes as the water cascaded over her, between them. She undulated her hips, causing her to thrust them forward in one moment, then push against Mike’s crotch in the next.

  Alex nibbled at her shoulder, one hand clutching her behind the neck, the other twisting a nipple clamp. He slammed again and again into her, driving as far as he could go. Her pussy walls complained, but the friction was incredible, growing hotter and hotter. She couldn’t think and didn’t want to. Instead, she turned her mind over to her body, letting it take command. Her pussy contracted, then released then did it again. Her butt hole tightened even tighter around Mike’s hard cock.

  Their bodies pressed together, the sound of their groans and panted breaths mixing to form music only they could play.

  “Say you’re mine. Both of you. Say it.” She sounded like she was taking control, but she knew differently. They had her, body, soul, and mind. She was only speaking the words they wanted to hear.

  “I’m your Dom and you’re my sub,” answered Alex. He tugged her hair back and forced her to look at him. “We’re lovers, forever. Say it.”

  “We’re lovers forever.”

  Mike took her hair next, then even as he pounded into her, he demanded, “Tell me the same thing.”

  She looked back at him. “We’re lovers forever.”

  As though their words were the last thing she needed, the spinning of lust that had grown inside her burst free, once more tearing her apart. She cried out, then found the sound cut off as Alex brought her mouth to his.

  He tensed, then rammed upward one more time before his own cry mingled with hers. He clutched her as he turned his seed loose, filling her.

  Mike reached around and cupped her breasts, pushing the clamps against her and causing a new kind of delightful pain. Just as she was sure he’d climax, he turned her breasts loose, leaned back, and, with a hard slap to her butt, ground out his orgasm.

  They stayed the way they were even when the water started getting cooler. She wouldn’t have cared if ice had started forming as long as she could remain with her men, locked in the afterglow of sex.

  Mike was the first to pull away, taking her along with him. Alex’s cock leaving her pussy as well as not having Mike’s hard body over hers felt like two parts of her whole were being lost. But she needn’t have worried. She shivered, but not for long as Mike wrapped an oversized fluffy towel around her. Alex snagged another one off the towel rack just outside the shower and bent low to dry off her legs. She felt pampered and loved.

  “You’re staying with us for good, right?” Mike rubbed her long hair and, even though he was kind of rough doing so, she didn’t complain.

  “I guess I’ll have to. I’m homeless now.” She shivered again, but the shivers came from Alex sliding the towel between her legs to dry her there.

  “No, you’re not. You’re just changing homes.”

  “And what about Molly? Where is she supposed to stay?”

  “Come on, baby. You know she’s with Caleb and Derrick.” Alex chuckled. “But if she does need a place to stay, she can always come here. It might be nice having two subs instead of one.”

  She slapped his arm. “Not a chance, cowboy. I’m not sharing you two with anyone. That’s the deal we made, right? Exclusive to each other?”

  Mike ran his fingers through her hair, trying to unsnarl the tangles he’d made drying her hair. “Damn straight. I only want one woman and that’s you.” He helped her out of the shower.

  She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror. “We make a good-looking threesome.”

  Alex and Mike stood tall and handsome beside her. Yet she should’ve known Alex couldn’t resist making a joke.

  “Yeah, the threesome’s okay. But you and me, baby? Now there’s the power couple.”

  “Bullshit.” Mike pulled her away from Alex. “She knows who the got the looks in our family.”

  They shoved each other like two teenagers squabbling over the ending of a football game. Easing away from them, she made it to the bathroom door.

  “Oh, boys.”

  The sing-song tone of her voice caught their attention. They stopped arguing long enough to turn toward her.

  Making a show of it, she dropped the towel, once again exposing her body. “Anyone want to take this to the bed?” Laughing, she spun around and took off running.

  They had her on top of the bed before she could catch her breath. Mike slid down her body and Alex stretched out beside her.

  “Shouldn’t we do something about the upside down truck?”

  Mike’s words were muffled as he feathered kisses along her inner thigh. “Already called someone. Besides, this is more important.”

  “You are more important,” added Alex. “Get ready to obey your Doms, sub.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  She’d obey them, all right. And give them all the pleasure any men could ever want. In return, she’d get so much more.

  Chapter Nine

  Jilly ended her call with Molly. Everything was on track. The clothes she’d ordered for her sister had arrived and Paul Casing, co-owner of The Club at Pleasure Ranch, had called to offer both of them a job. She was excited to start work as soon as the club was rebuilt but only as a waitress. Paul had joked that too many of the girls working there were going into exclusive Dom/sub relationships and not playing with the customers any longer, but he didn’t really have a right to complain. How could he when he and his brother Destin had done the same thing with their permanent sub Georgia?

  The hard part of the call had come when she’d told Molly about living with Alex and Mike. That they’d asked her to be not only their one submissive, but their common law wife. She didn’t know what the laws in Texas said about cohabitation, but she didn’t care. She didn’t need a piece of paper and she didn’t think it was right to legally marry only one of the men she loved. They loved her and she loved them. What else mattered? Still, telling Molly about her good news had been rough. She could hear the yearning in her sister’s voice and knew Molly ached to be able to share her own good news. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

  That was the only question still up in the air. Was Molly more than a sub to the Houston men? Or did they want her as not only their lover, their playmate, but their partner in life? She and the Triston cousins had taken it for granted that Molly would. They’d seen the way Caleb and Derrick looked at her. And it was easy to see that Molly thought she’d found heaven on earth. Why wouldn’t they want her to move in forever? Besides, they’d made her their submissive. Didn’t that say it all? But Molly wasn’t the type to take anything for granted. Unlike Jilly, she hadn’t asked the Houston men the question in a direct manner. Instead, she was waiting for them to ask her.

  “Stop worrying about her.”

  Jilly jolted out of her thoughts and lifted her head to find Alex and Mike coming up the steps of the front porch. They’d been out working the herd for a couple of hours while she’d been tending to the horses. She’d even managed to get better at collecting the eggs from the chickens. Soon, she’d get the guys to teach her how to ride. She still didn’t like animals, especially big ones like horses, but she was determined to help on the ranch. And that meant learning to ride.

  “I can’t.”

  Alex leaned on the railing in front of her rocking chair. “They told her they wanted her as their sub, right?”

  “Yes, but that’s not necessarily the same thing.”

  Mike groaned as he slipped into the chair beside her. “Sure it is. They want her. What else do they need to do?”

  “Wow. You sure have a short memory.”

  “Yeah, man. Don’t you remember? A girl needs to hear those three little words.” Alex clutched his hands over his heart
and pretended he was Molly. “Oh, Caleb. Oh, Derrick. Please tell me you love me.”

  “Stop making fun of my sister.” Although she had to admit his high-pitched womanly voice and fluttering eyelashes were funny. “This is important to her. And to me, too.”

  “Okay, I get it.” Mike didn’t ask, but took a drink of her lemonade.

  “Do you want me to get you your own glass, sir?” They’d told her she didn’t need to call them sir or Dom if she didn’t want to. Except, of course, while playing or at the club. Sometimes she did, anyway. Then, at other times, like now, she did it to verbally poke at them. It was her way of letting them know they still needed to ask to share. True, she wouldn’t have said no, but it was the asking that counted.

  “Naw. I’m good. Just wanted a sip, is all. You know. Like how you just needed a credit card to buy clothes for not only you, but your sister, too.”

  “Hey, whatever I get, I want my sister to have. Like clothes, a roof over her head, and two hot men.”

  “So back to your sister…”

  Alex was usually the one who’d think more about her feelings. Mike loved her, but he tended to be less concerned with feelings than with basic needs like food and shelter. Or how much she’d spent on clothes. She could still remember his stunned expression when she’d told them how much she’d put on their credit card. It had been a ballsy move, but one that had paid off. Not only had Mike not been angry, she thought he liked teasing her about it now.

  “Do you want us to talk to Caleb and Derrick? We can find out what’s holding them back or push them to get the job done.”

  “Oh, hell, no. If Molly ever found out that you two had a hand in getting them to say anything, she’d go belly-up from embarrassment. No woman wants to think her men were forced into telling her they love her. Damn. No.”

  “Isn’t that what you did?”

  Horrified at Mike’s question, she stopped rocking and gaped at him. “Seriously? Is that how you feel? I just asked. I didn’t make you do anything.” She was up and out of the chair and moving toward the front door. “Look. If you don’t really want me here, then just say so. I’ll be out of your hair in five minutes. Even less.”

  Had she gotten it all wrong? Had they specifically asked her to move in? Or had she just assumed it after hearing them say they loved her? Humiliation sent heat into her cheeks as she started to push open the door.

  Alex caught her before she’d made it up the staircase. “Baby, stop. Mike didn’t mean it like that. Come on. You know how lousy he is with jokes.”

  Mike was beside him. “He’s right. I was just kidding you.”

  “It didn’t sound like a joke.” She fought back the tears. No way, no how would she cry in front of them. If they didn’t want her, if she’d misunderstood, she’d get out of there with what little of her dignity was left.

  “Darlin’, I love you. You know that. I want you with me for the rest of my life. Right here in our home.” He took her other hand.

  “I don’t know.” Were they being serious? Or just placating her? If they were only telling her what she wanted to hear to keep her from crying, she’d kill them.

  “Didn’t you hear him, baby? He said, ‘Right here in our home.’ Not his home. Our home. As in you, me, and his sorry ass.”

  “Are you sure?”

  The men took one look at each other, then dropped to their knees.

  “What are you guys doing?” Her heart pounded and her head told her what might be happening, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t assume anything ever again.

  “Do you want to go first, man?”

  Mike shook his head. “Naw, you start it out.”

  “Are you sure? I mean, it was partly your idea.”

  “It was both of our ideas.”

  What were they doing? Playing verbal tennis?

  “Will one of you just spit it out? You’re killing me here.” She dragged in a hard breath. If they didn’t say something soon, she’d hyperventilate and pass out.

  “Do it, Mike.” And yet Alex kept hold of her hand.

  “Okay, fine. Here goes.” Mike cleared his throat. “You know we want you as our permanent sub.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Well, at the club, sometimes when people make the decision to be exclusive, they do what’s called a collaring ceremony.”

  “Uh-huh.” Suddenly, her ability to find the right words had taken off.

  “It’s where we offer you a collar as a sign of our commitment. You can wear it anywhere you want, but most girls just wear it at home or at the club. It’s up to you.”

  “Uh-huh.” Work brain! Think!

  “Anyway, we wanted to ask you. Do you want a collaring ceremony? And if you do, do you want to do it now? Or later at the club?”

  “And you don’t have to make up your mind right now, either.” Alex took her hand with both of his.

  “Are you going to let me do this or what?” Mike shifted on his knee.

  “Yeah, but, damn it, get to it.”

  “Like I was saying, we could have one here with a few friends or we could do it later at the club. I know how much weddings mean to girls, so one at the club would be fancier. We could introduce you to the members that way, too. So? What do you say, darlin’?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Uh-huh what? Do you even want a collar? We don’t have one yet, but you can help pick one out.”

  “I’d like that.” They were great guys, but most men’s taste in jewelry wasn’t great. Besides, she liked the idea of doing more shopping. “Yes. Let’s choose one together and have a ceremony at the club. Which, of course, means we’re going to have to spend some money. I wouldn’t want the ceremony to be anything less than perfect.”

  Mike groaned, but never turned her hand loose. “I should’ve known this was going to cost me. No, forget that. It’s going to cost both of us.”

  “But I’m worth it, right?”

  “You’re worth all the money in the world, baby.” Alex tugged on her hand, drawing her attention away from Mike. “Okay, now that he’s finally done what he was supposed to do, it’s my turn.”

  “Your turn? For what?”

  “We drew straws. Mike got to ask you about the ceremony and I get to ask you this.” Like Mike, he cleared his throat. “You’re our sub and the woman we want to live with for the rest of our lives.”

  “And you’re the men I love and want to live with for the rest of my life.”

  “Good. Then we’re all on the same page. Now who’s taking a damn long time to get it done?”

  Alex ignored Mike. He wiped the beads of perspiration from his brow. “We hadn’t meant to ask you this way, but when you freaked out a minute ago—”

  “I did not freak out.” But they weren’t buying her lie any more than she was. “Okay, so maybe I did a little bit. It’s just that with Molly not getting what she wants, I started to think I’d gotten it all wrong.”

  “You haven’t gotten anything wrong. Not even while gathering the eggs from the chickens. In fact, I think you kind of like them now.”

  “Alex Triston, you are out of your mind.”

  “Can you two get back on topic? I can’t stay on my knee forever.”

  “Getting old, Mike?” Alex pretended to dodge a punch. “Okay, okay.” Turning loose of her hand with one of his, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans.

  The small black box he held up took her breath away. “What are you doing?”

  He finally let her hand go, leaving Mike holding onto her left one. “If you can’t tell, then I must be doing it all wrong.”

  She blew out a breath. Nothing had ever taken her by surprise as much as seeing the black box.

  “We wanted to plan a whole big romantic thing, but I guess doing it this way is just as good.” He opened the box and revealed an older-style ring. The oval shape of the center diamond was surrounded by rubies and emeralds.

  “This was my grandmother’s ring. She passed it on to my father who proposed to my
mother. And now she’s passing it on to Mike and me.”

  “Oh, my God.” Was it really happening? Were they proposing marriage? A few days ago when she was still back in college she would’ve sworn she’d never get married. And especially not at her age. But she had to believe that when it was right, it was right.

  “Jilly Miller, our beautiful submissive and lover, would you do us the honor of wearing this ring as a sign of our commitment to you and our everlasting love?”

  He couldn’t have said it better. The place didn’t matter. Only the love behind the words were important.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “And if you want, one of us will legally marry you.”

  She shook her head. “Nope. I don’t need it to be legal. And I couldn’t marry one and not the other. As far as I’m concerned, you’re both my husbands.”

  “Then it’s a yes?” asked Mike.

  “Yeah. It’s a hell yes.”

  “Good.” Alex took hold of her left hand and slipped the ring on her fourth finger. “Hey, a perfect fit.”

  “I guess it was just meant to be.” Mike leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on her cheek.

  They pulled her into their arms, the three of them hugging. She didn’t bother trying to stop the tears. When they released each other, she could see moisture in their eyes, too. Who knew big strong cowboys could cry? And yet, the fact that they were almost as emotional as she was made them even sexier.

  “So you don’t mind getting a proposal without roses and chocolate-covered strawberries?”

  She touched a finger to the side of Alex’s eye and felt the wetness there. “Not at all. But there is one thing I would like.”

  “Name it and it’s yours.” Mike made a face. “Within reason. We’re not made of money, you know.”

  She smiled then took them by the hands. “You don’t need any money for this.” Tugging them onto the first step, she gave them a sultry look then added, “Let’s go.”

  “Where are we going?”

  She arched an eyebrow. “I’m taking my cowboy Doms upstairs. I’m a good submissive, but I can always learn a new trick or two. Want to play?”