by Marla Monroe
“Not as much as it shocked me that I said it,” she mumbled, turning her head to look off to the side.
“Shhh. Don’t fret, babe. It’s good. Scope’s a lot more open than I’ve ever been. Give me some time to get used to this.”
“To what, Gunner? I’m not real sure what ‘this’ is,” she admitted.
He relaxed his lower body so that his hips rested lightly against her belly with his long legs between hers. He kept his weight off of her using his arms in a semi-push up. The evidence of his arousal pressed intimately to her belly. She was a little freaked out at the size of it. Of course not being able to see it probably added some to it.
“Us. The three of us as a unit with Tommy making up our family. It’s something Scope and I talked about all the time when we were overseas. I just never thought it had a snowball’s chance in hell. But here we are,” he confessed to her. “I’m right where I want to be, Darla, but it takes some getting used to.”
“But you’re sure you want it? You want me—and Tommy? I can’t handle it if I let myself become attached to you and you suddenly decide you can’t do this. It would hurt me and it would hurt Tommy.”
“I know, babe. I know. I promise you that I want this. Honestly though, it’s going to take me some time to adjust. I’m moody and used to my space. That’s not how it works in a ménage relationship, so I’ve got to change. That isn’t going to be easy.” He gave her that half smile of his. “But it’s what I want. I honestly want this and you and Tommy. Can you be patient with me? I already know you can bust my balls.”
“What exactly are you expecting out of me? I mean, I’m not a submissive, Gunner. How is this going to work with you and Scope being Doms? You joined Golden Shackles, for goodness’ sake.” She watched the slight shock flow over his face then recede to be replaced by what she could only describe as a shy, I-got-caught look. “Well?”
“You know about Golden Shackles?” he asked, instead of answering her questions.
“That’s not what I’m talking about right now. I’m asking you how this is going to work when you need a submissive. I won’t let you play with someone else, Gunner. Unlike you and Scope, I don’t share.”
Shock filled Gunner’s face before he recovered. “We would never cheat on you, Darla. That’s a given. You never have to worry about that from either of us. Do you understand?”
“Okay. Then how is this going to work?” she asked again.
“Scope likes to dominate during sex,” he began, looking a little uncomfortable, if that were possible. “He’s a little aggressive, but he’d never hurt you. I’m not sure how to explain this. He needs to tell you what his expectations are, Darla.”
She nodded. “Okay. I agree. I need to talk to him about it. But what about you? What do you expect from me?”
He grinned. “I like to direct the entire thing.”
“Direct? I don’t understand. You don’t participate, you just tell us what to do?” She shook her head. “I don’t get it. What do you get out of that?”
She watched as his face changed right before her eyes. One second it was confident and strong, the next it held confusion in the lifting of his brows. What was he thinking?
“I guess this is all knew to me. Maybe it’s going to be different with you, Darla. I never participated that much before. I talked and told them what I wanted to see. It was controlling them that did it for me.” He rolled off of her and looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know what I want now. It’s all changing with you.”
She reached out and laid her hand on top of his. “Are you okay with change, Gunner?”
He looked over at her. “With you? Yes. But it means I don’t know what comes next. I’ve lost control and that worries me. It’s better if I’m in control.”
“Why? Gunner?” she asked, staring at him.
“Because when I’m in control, no one gets hurt.”
She drew in a slow breath. Scope said there was no way Gunner would ever hurt her. She believed that. He was a good man. She didn’t trust easily anymore and she trusted both him and Scope.
“I don’t believe that you would hurt me, Gunner—even if you don’t have control anymore.”
He looked over at her again. “You believe that?”
“Yes. I believe it. I wouldn’t trust you with Tommy if I didn’t believe that you would never hurt him–or me.”
He nodded and rolled onto his side to look at her. He traced her lips with one finger and she surprised him when she nipped it then took it into her mouth and sucked. His eyes rolled back and then closed as his jaw tightened. A thrill whispered through her at the sight of the big, hard man that Gunner was coming undone because she sucked his finger. It gave her lots of ideas. Naughty ideas. Only with a broken hand in a split, she was limited in her ability to carry any of them out.
He pulled his finger free with a soft pop as she sucked hard to stop him. The smile he gave her took her breath away.
“I think I need to run that bath for you so I can go take care of myself before something happens,” Gunner said in a raspy voice gone deep and sexy.
She smiled at him. “Just a minute.”
At his confused expression, Darla sat up and rolled on top of him, turning him to his back as she did.
“What are you doing, Darla?” he asked, steadying her with his hands at her hips.
“Seducing you, Gunner.” She slipped down some and started unfastening his jeans with her right hand.
He grabbed her wrist to stop her. “You don’t have to do this, Darla. You’re injured.”
“Shut up and pull these jeans off for me.” Darla slid to the edge of the bed and stood up.
He stared at her in confusion before he slowly finished unzipping his jeans and lifting his hips so he could shove them down.
“What are you planning to do?” he asked.
She grinned. “I’m going to suck you dry.”
Chapter Nineteen
Gunner felt all the blood drain from his head to center in his already painfully hard dick. Holy hell, she was going to kill him. Where had the shy Darla he’d met at Rizzoli’s gone? Instead, a vixen slowly knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed and stared up at him. He opened his mouth to tell her again that she didn’t have to do this, but she stopped him.
“I want to, Gunner. Don’t say anything else, but feel free to yell,” she said with a smirk.
Fire raced through his veins to replace the blood that had taken up residence elsewhere. She was going to be the death of him. Why had he ever thought she would submit to him and Scope?
“Come here, Gunner. Slide to the edge of the bed so I can reach you. I’m a little handicapped here.” She held up her splinted hand, giving him a sultry smile.
“Maybe we should wait, Darla. I don’t want you to hurt your hand,” he said, hating himself for saying it.
“If you’re really good it won’t bother my hand one bit. Now move, Gunner.”
Fuck! I’m going to hell for this.
The first touch of her tongue at the slit in his penis nearly made him yell, it felt so fucking good. She licked the slit and leaned back with her eyes closed as if savoring the taste of his pre-cum. It was the sexiest sight. When she opened her eyes, arousal and something he was surprised to see bled through in her eyes. Need. Desperate need like a drunk for alcohol or a child looking at the latest, greatest toy on the tallest shelf of the store. It humbled him to be the object of that almost desperate look in her eyes.
She struck while he was still savoring her expression. All the air left his body as she licked a long line from the base of his shaft to the crown then circled the tip of her tongue around beneath the lip of the crown. The sensation was amazing. Gunner had to dig his fingers into the bed covers to keep from grabbing her head.
Darla sucked at the edges of the cap then lapped at the new drops forming at the slit. When she took his cockhead into her mouth and hummed around it, Gunner nearly came up off the bed.
“Yes! Fuck,
yes!”
Her soft giggle as she licked around the head vibrated down the shaft to settle in his balls. She was going to kill him. He was more sure of that now than he’d ever been. She was a demon in disguise. She had to be in order to affect him like this. He’d had women go down on him before and if not for his own imagination, they would never have made him come. It was all that control he kept on himself, but with one look, one touch, Darla had stripped him of all of it, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
The little minx slowly swallowed him down, groaning when he hit the back of her throat. To his amazement, she swallowed and took him deeper than anyone had even attempted before. She swallowed around him again, sending enough electrical impulses through his balls that he thought he was going to embarrass himself and come before she’d even gotten started.
“That is fucking amazing, babe. It feels too good. I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.” His voice sounded strained even to him.
She slowly came up off him and captured his eyes with her stare before going down on him much more quickly, roaming the stalk with her tongue as she did. The effect was to slam the breath right out of him, leaving him gasping as she twisted her good hand around the base and squeezed. His hips jerked as he lost total control for a second. God, what was she doing to him?
Over and over, Darla sucked him to the back of her throat then took even more of him, constricting her throat with one swallow after another, milking his cock like a fucking Jersey cow.
I’m ruined. No one will ever satisfy me or stimulate me like she does. This is it for me. She’s it for me!
As she sucked his dick as if it was the best thing since sliced bread, her good hand surprised him when it curled loosely around his swollen balls. She gave them a couple of light squeezes, then as she took him to the back of her throat again, Darla raked her nails over the skin of his tight balls, and it was all he could do not to grab her head and pound his hips up into her face.
“Fuck!”
He had his hands in her hair with his nails digging into her scalp before he realized it. At least he’d managed not to restrict her movement or shove his cock deeper into her hot, wet mouth. God, it felt fucking fantastic what she was doing to him.
With her hand wrapped around the base of his dick, Darla sucked on just the mushroom cap until he thought his eyes would pop out. Pressure began to build in his balls as she slowly moved up and down his stalk again, resting her good hand on his inner thigh as she seemed to invite him to take back control, but he resisted. He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to damage what she’d given him.
“I’m close, Darla, so fucking close,” he told her, warning her in case she didn’t want to swallow him.
Her hand closed around his balls just as she took him down again, and that was all it took to set him off. It felt as if his balls turned inside out and an IED had gone off in his dick. It fucking curled his toes as he loosely held her head against his abdomen to keep from holding her down on his cock.
When he’d pumped every last drop of all the liquid in his body down her throat, Gunner collapsed back on the bed, letting go of Darla’s head. All he could do for a few seconds was pant and shake. No sound stirred the air around him. Fear shot straight to his belly that he’d hurt Darla. Gunner snapped back up to check on her and found her leaning with her elbows on the mattress at the foot of the bed next to where he was sitting. She wore a wide grin and casually licked his cum off her lips.
“Are you okay, babe? Did I hurt you?” he demanded, questioning his sanity forever allowing her to try that.
“I’m great. How are you?” she asked, cocking her head to one side. “Did I hurt you?”
* * * *
Darla leaned back in the tub with her splinted hand resting on a towel on the edge of the tub. There was a ledge all around the tub that held things like bath salts and her glass of iced tea. Three lit candles sat flickering at the foot of the tub, and the scented bath beads that Gunner had added to the perfectly warm water had dissolved into a fragrant aroma of vanilla and cinnamon, her favorite combination.
The shower behind her cut off, telling her that Gunner would be drying off soon. If she’d been at the opposite end of the tub, she could have watched him shower through the glass blocks that separated the tub from the shower. She’d decided to give him some privacy after stripping away all control only moments earlier. Darla hadn’t been sure she could do it with so little personal knowledge of sex and men. Everything she knew came from reading her favorite erotic authors when she could afford to buy them. Now she knew they’d been well worth the cost over the years.
The sound of wet feet hitting the stone floor let her know that Gunner was out now. She waited for him to walk into view. She hoped he hadn’t wrapped a towel around his impressive body. She wanted to look at him, and especially his tattoos. She’d seen glimpses but not enough to know anything.
“How are you doing, babe?” Gunner asked as he stepped into view.
She gasped at the sight of the eagle tattooed across the left side of his chest. The wings were spread wide with his clawed feet extended as if to grab its prey. Some sort of tribal tattoos circled his upper arms.
“What is it?” Gunner asked, hurrying over to the tub.
“I love your tattoos. The eagle looks almost alive,” she told him. “Take off your towel and turn around so I can see all of you.”
He didn’t argue with her. He dropped the towel and slowly turned around. She cringed at the long scar that crossed his lower back and the puckered one on his left upper arm. Muscles rippled across his shoulders as he turned back to her. She realized he’d shut down his emotions again by the hard expression that tightened his face.
“I love your body, Gunner. It’s amazing, but I love what you do to me, how you make me feel even more. Thank you for letting me do that earlier. You made me feel so sexy and sensuous. I’ve never felt that way except with Scope and now you. Thank you for giving me that.”
He blinked. Whatever he’d expected her to say, that obviously wasn’t it. A soft light appeared in his eyes again, and he let that small half smile he had shine through. It felt good to see it there again.
“What you did to me, you can do again anytime you want to, babe. That was the best blow job and seduction anyone has ever given me before. Thank you,” he returned.
Darla couldn’t help it. She started giggling. He lifted one eyebrow. That just made her laugh all the harder.
“Something funny?” he asked.
“You’re standing there naked in front of me looking all serious and already your cock is staring at me again. Sort of makes me wonder if I wasn’t as good as you first said.”
Gunner looked down then back up and shrugged his shoulders. “I have a good recovery time and you’re a beautiful woman. Believe me, babe. When I say you were amazing, you were amazing.”
“You better help me out of here before I turn into a sexy raisin. We need to get dressed in case Peggy calls that Tommy is ready to come home.” She lifted her good hand and waited for him to catch it and help her stand.
Instead, Gunner walked over and, leaning down, gave her a thorough kiss before reaching beneath her arms, hauling her out of the tub, and lowering her until she was able to stand on her own.
“You didn’t have to do that. You’ll hurt yourself lifting me like that, Gunner.” She was mortified that he’d realize just how heavy she was.
Darla had always been a curvy woman, but after Tommy had been born, she’d kept the larger breasts and hips. And, she hadn’t been able to lose all of the weight she’d put on while she’d been pregnant. She didn’t think of herself as fat, but she was overly curvy with cushion in her ass and a rounded belly she hated.
“Babe, there’s no way picking you up will ever hurt me. You don’t even register. I’ve carried men much larger than you on my back for miles wearing a full pack. Now stop that nonsense before I turn you over my knee and warm that sexy ass of your
s.”
She gawked at him. Had he really threatened to spank her? Why did that turn her on? She’d never been one to like that before.
“Hmm, that looks makes me wonder if you might like that a little more than you want to admit. We’ll have to talk to Scope about this later,” Gunner said, winking at her.
“Um, Gunner. I don’t, I mean I’ve never…”
“Good. We’ll be your first. Now hurry up and dry off.” Gunner popped her on the ass as he walked by. The wet slap stunned her and stung a little, but it didn’t hurt.
I’m in so much trouble. They will never believe I’m not into all of that kinky stuff if I keep acting like I enjoy it.
Yeah, maybe the idea of being spanked by the two men was a turn on, but if it actually hurt, she’d stop them in a second. She wasn’t into pain. That much she was sure of. Looking down at her injured and still slightly swollen hand, Darla could confirm that, at least, was true.
She quickly finished drying off then let Gunner help her get dressed again. She’d realized that they had moved all of hers and Tommy’s things over to their place the day before but hadn’t said anything yet. What was keeping her from throwing a fit about it? They were taking over her life without consulting her. That should have been reason enough to kick them out of her life, except that they were so good to both her and Tommy. How was she going to be able to make a stand if she caved at every turn?
Do I really want to?
Of course she wanted to. Being their submissive wouldn’t work. She wasn’t like that. She’d had to take care of everything all by herself for years now.
“Maybe we should think about calling and checking on Tommy,” Gunner said, interrupting the fight she was having with herself.
“What time is it?” she asked, looking around for a clock.
“It’s nearly four. Scope should be home around five-thirty or six.”
“You’re probably right. I’ll call her. Can I borrow your cell?” she asked.
