Satisfying Their Racy Desires [Racy Nights 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Chad visibly swallowed. He poured some milk into the bowl and added salt, pepper, and a dash of sage. These were going to be some fabulous scrambled eggs. “One. A sister. Claire.”

  His voice was tight and his words clipped. Annalise wondered if she should just stop while she was ahead, but some force she couldn’t understand kept her asking questions. “Does she still live in Racy?”

  “Annalise, let the man cook,” Dustin’s voice was a bit too sharp and immediate. It was obvious his attempt at humor was forced. “I’m starving.”

  “No, it’s all right.” Chad poured the mixture into a frying pan and turned on the gas. Then he turned to face Annalise. She nearly recoiled at the pain in his eyes. “Claire committed suicide when I was nineteen, Annalise. She was seventeen.”

  “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” It sounded horribly inadequate, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say. Why hadn’t she kept her big mouth shut?

  “I am, too.” Chad turned around and began to stir the eggs. “Dustin, would you mind popping bread into the toaster?”

  “Sure thing.”

  Annalise stared at Chad’s back, wishing she could think of the perfect thing to say. After Dustin had put the bread in the toaster, he glanced at her and she widened her eyes, silently pleading with him. He shook his head slightly, cutting his gaze to Chad’s back.

  “Is there anything I can do to help with breakfast?” She tried to keep her voice light but wasn’t sure it sounded that way.

  “You can pour the coffee if you want.” Chad scraped the eggs onto their plates while Dustin buttered toast. Annalise poured herself a cup of coffee and asked the men if they wanted cream and sugar in theirs. Both told her they drank it black, which was something she hadn’t known before. Grateful to have something to do, she carried the mugs over to the counter and took a seat between them.

  The food was delicious, and she told Chad so, more than once. No one said anything else while they ate. Finally the silence became uncomfortable, and he must have grown weary of her complimenting the food because he put down his fork and turned slightly on his stool to face her.

  “Annalise, it’s all right that you asked about my family. You couldn’t have known. I don’t talk about my past anymore, but most people in this town know it. When your parents called the cops on each other as much as mine did, it was impossible to hide the things that went on in this house.”

  She stared into his eyes for several seconds, trying to choose the right words. “It must be painful for you to live here.”

  He shook his head before she finished the sentence. “Not anymore. But thank you for saying so.”

  Annalise returned to her food, and when she finished she wrapped her hands around the coffee mug, drawing warmth from it.

  “My dad was what people call a mean drunk.”

  Annalise stared at the pattern on the countertop and didn’t say anything. Instinct told her to just let Chad talk.

  “I can’t remember a time when he wasn’t drinking. He and my mom would get into fights. Actual physical fights. One of them would always call the cops, but then nothing would happen because this is a small town and they’d always promise not to hit each other again. I believe the cops here simply didn’t understand how deep it went, and didn’t want to see me and Claire end up living with strangers, so they let it go. I won’t try to justify how they handled it or pretend I condone the fact that they conveniently ignored it. Of course we’d never do that now, but what’s done is done.”

  Annalise crossed her arms and hugged herself as a shiver ran down her spine. She didn’t like where this was heading.

  “You see, it’s one thing when two adults get a bit carried away after having a few beers. What the cops never did was look beyond my parents. Each time they were called, Claire and I were under strict orders to stay in our rooms. Our parents always told them we were sleeping. We weren’t, of course. We were listening.”

  Dustin began to clear the plates while Chad continued speaking. It suddenly occurred to Annalise that Dustin must know all this already, and that made her realize just how close these two were.

  “Even the few times I defiantly came out of my room anyway, the cops never saw the various healing bruises on me because Dad hid them well.” Chad nodded once in Dustin’s direction. “Dustin noticed them one day in the locker room when we changing after gym. He’s the only person in this town, besides you now, who knows this entire story, so I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t repeat it.”

  “Of course not. Never.” Annalise bit her lip to stop the tears that suddenly threatened.

  “The beatings started when I was about twelve. I’d discovered masturbation by then and made the mistake one day of not making sure dear old Dad was asleep or passed out. He came into my room and caught me in the act. When mommy dearest tried to stop him from beating the shit out of me, he told her to get Claire out of the house, and then he hit me in the groin with his fists. He was quite drunk, and I was able to defend myself somewhat, but my balls were on fire for a long time after that night. The entire time, he kept yelling at me to keep my dick in my pants. I was afraid to masturbate for about two years, even in the dark of night when I knew everyone was asleep.”

  “Chad,” she whispered. “I don’t know what to say.”

  The look he gave her was so tender that this time Annalise couldn’t stop the tears that ran down her cheek.

  “You don’t have to say anything. Just listen. I need to get it all out, and then we don’t need to talk about it ever again. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “What I didn’t know until several years later was that he was raping my sister. I should have known, but I didn’t. Or maybe I did know but I didn’t understand the subtle signs and I didn’t know what to do to help her. When Claire was fifteen, my mother left. She just packed her bags one day, said she was visiting her family in Kentucky, but she never came back. I think that was when she found out what Dad was doing to Claire, but I don’t know for certain. Claire never said, and I had no one to ask.”

  Dustin put the dishes in the dishwasher and took his seat again on the other side of Annalise. He scooted his stool closer and put an arm across her shoulders. She leaned into his embrace, drawing strength from it.

  “It took about six months for me to stop asking my dad when Mom was coming back home, but I didn’t stop crying every night for close to a year. By then my sister had completely changed. She was moody all the time, her grades were shit, and she was afraid to go to sleep at night. I should have done something. I should have sought help. But I didn’t know who to trust or what to do, or who to talk to. I was so afraid of him. I was afraid for her, and I wanted to help her, but I didn’t know what to do.”

  He ran his hands through his hair and then drained his coffee cup. When Annalise asked if he wanted more, he shook his head. “Dad found Claire in a shed out back that I tore down after he died. She had hung herself with a rope. At her feet was a five-page typed note, telling the entire story of what he had done to her for years. He showed it to me once and then burned it as I watched, telling me if I ever told anyone that I had seen it, he’d kill me. I believed him.”

  Chad rose and put his cup in the sink, and then he turned to face Annalise and Dustin. “When I turned twenty I decided it was time to tell someone. That’s when I told Dustin everything. His parents wanted me to tell the cops but since the note was gone, and nothing would bring back Claire, I didn’t. Instead I enrolled in the police academy in Plainfield, determined to do something with my life that would make a difference to people. I couldn’t bring back Claire or avenge what he had done to her, but I could help to prevent it from happening to others.”

  “That was incredibly brave of you. Most people wouldn’t have been able to break the cycle even with professional help.”

  He nodded. “That’s what the shrinks have told me. After I enrolled in the Academy, I was flat broke and had no place to live, so Dustin’s family helped me. Th
ey set me up in an apartment in Plainfield and never told my father where I was. He died the following year. He was driving drunk, like he always did, and struck a tree near the river at high speed. His car flipped into the water and he drowned before they found him and pulled the car out.”

  He pushed away from the counter and took his seat next to Annalise again. “The courts here took all of two hours to decide I was the legal owner of this house and everything in it. I didn’t want it, but at the same time, there was so much pain that happened here, that I decided it would be better to remodel it and banish the past and the ghosts rather than risk having strangers live here. After I graduated from the Academy, I joined the police force here in Racy, and was promoted to detective within two years. I spent every cent I made in the first three years on the force remodeling this house. And I’ve pretty much hidden in it since then. It’s hardly any upkeep now, so I have a small fortune saved up. Then again, the wind turbine helps keep utility costs way down.”

  She glanced out the windows. Had she noticed the turbine while they were driving to the house? Probably, but right now she couldn’t remember.

  “It’s on the west side of the house. You’ve seen the big ones out along the interstate and Route 231, right?”

  She nodded. They stretched for miles in all directions, and were just about the coolest things Annalise had ever seen.

  “Mine is a much smaller version and it powers the entire house. My mother worked at Notus, the power company that owns the large turbines. Employees are able to get the smaller ones installed for practically nothing if they agree to let Notus use them as testing grounds for powering homes.”

  “I see,” she said.

  He stroked her hair. “I haven’t dated much. I used to go to Maddox’s club with Sean once in a while, but most of the women who frequent it already have Doms, and the ones who didn’t shied away from me. I scare women. Or, I don’t know…maybe not scare them, but they stay away from me. They may not show it now, but most people in this town still think of me as the quiet, brooding boy whose family was filled with tragedy. You took me at face value.”

  “From what I’ve seen, people don’t treat you that way now.”

  “Some don’t. That’s true. But I’m telling you the truth when I say I scare women, at least when it comes to dating them.”

  “I can vouch for that,” said Dustin.

  At first Annalise thought he was teasing, but one look at his face told her he was dead serious.

  “What you’ll learn about Racy residents,” he explained, “is that a lot of them put on a big smile and pretend all is well, but if you get them alone and ask them what they think of someone, you’ll get an earful.”

  “Well, I’ll take your word for it,” she said. “I didn’t grow up here.”

  Chad nodded. “I think that’s why I’m able to tell you this. I can be the person I am now with you. I don’t have to explain anything about my transformation.”

  “So you’re that different now?”

  “Yeah, he really is,” said Dustin. “He barely spoke in school. Everyone just got out of his way because he had this permanent scowl on his face and a tough-guy swagger. It was all an act. Self-preservation, you know?”

  She nodded. “I understand.”

  “So now you know all my secrets, Annalise.”

  “Thank you for telling me. I’m so sorry you went through all that. I can’t even imagine.” Annalise couldn’t remember her parents having so much as an argument in front of her. They had a warm, loving marriage. She knew that not everyone did, but she’d had no friends who had gone through what Chad had, at least not that she knew about. She tried to imagine having to hide something like that but couldn’t.

  “It’s over now.” Chad pulled her into his arms unexpectedly and she clung to him, wishing she could erase the painful memories for him. “And I don’t want to talk about it ever again. I only want to spend this day with you and Dustin.”

  “Okay.” She smiled up at him. “Is there anything else I can do in here to help?”

  Chad shook his head. “No. Why don’t you come and pick out a movie to watch.”

  Chad led them into a large room near the back of the house that he’d turned into a media room, complete with theater seats and big screen TV. Annalise whistled. “Wow. Now I’m definitely moving in.”

  Chad and Dustin high-fived each other and Annalise laughed. “Oh, I see. That was your grand plan all along, wasn’t it?”

  “Duh.” Chad grinned at her, and then pointed toward his DVD collection. They finally settled on Sleepless in Seattle and Unforgiven, although she’d seen both before, and soon Annalise was sitting between him and Dustin, watching the first of the movies they’d chosen.

  The men had obviously seen the first one before as well because soon they were cracking jokes and quoting dialogue. Normally, that sort of thing would annoy her, but not today. She was lost in a sea of unfamiliar but happy sensations. Not only were they incredible lovers, but she was able to simply enjoy their company and the camaraderie they shared with each other. She was honored that they’d each let her into their lives.

  When the first movie was over, she got up to use the bathroom, and when she returned Chad had made popcorn. As they watched the second movie, she began to throw popcorn at each one, and soon they were laughing and tossing popcorn back and forth until there was more on the floor than in their bowls.

  Dustin started to tickle her, and Annalise screamed and begged him to let her go. He pinned her down in her seat. “What’s the secret password?”

  She giggled. “Secret password? I don’t know.”

  “Then I won’t stop tickling you.”

  Annalise squirmed and struggled to breathe. “Please…”

  Chad reached under her sweater and caressed her breast, forcing a gasp from her throat. “Okay then. Instead of the secret password, you have to do something else for us. For both of us.”

  She looked into his eyes, wondering how she’d been so lucky as to have both men in her life. “Like what?”

  He nuzzled her neck. “I’ve banished the ghosts in this house. I want to make new memories, and I want to make them with you.” He lifted her chin and kissed her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Annalise kissed Chad rough and deep. When he released her mouth, Dustin turned her around and kissed her. He tried to lift her off the chair and pull her onto his lap, and both of them nearly tripped over the theater seats. She laughed as he picked her up in his arms.

  “I’m thinking we’ll forego the movie theater sex.” His grin sent a fresh wave of wetness to her pussy.

  “Well that’s not fair,” said Chad. “You had kitchen counter sex with her but I don’t get to have movie theater sex?”

  “You told him about that?”

  Dustin gave her a sheepish grin. “Every detail.”

  “Oh, I see.” Annalise was laughing so hard she could hardly catch her breath. “So that explains it. I was the locker room subject.”

  “How do you think we both know what you like?” asked Chad, winking at her as he placed her on her feet and took her hand. “Come with me.”

  They couldn’t get back to Chad’s bedroom fast enough. Once they were inside, Annalise screamed in delight as Chad picked her up again and dumped her on his bed.

  Dustin crawled on top of her and kissed her, his fingers tangling in her hair, and both of them sighing and moaning as their tongues and lips moved over each other’s mouths. She glanced to her left for a second as Chad brought a lit candle over from the dresser and placed it on the nightstand.

  Dustin released her mouth and began to remove her clothing, slowly, gazing into her eyes the entire time. Chad removed his, and when Annalise was naked, Dustin began to take off his clothes. Chad left the room for a moment and when he returned he carried a bowl.

  “What’s in there?” she asked, spreading her legs and placing her arms over her head.

  “You’ll see.” The look in his eyes
was pure lust, and Annalise shivered. Chad picked up the bondage cuffs and secured her to the bed with her arms and legs spread, as she’d been before. Then he picked up the candle and handed the bowl to Dustin.

  “I don’t know about this…” Annalise knew she’d told them she was curious, but now that they were about to test her curiosity, she wasn’t entire sure she could handle it. And what was in the bowl?

  “I saw this done once,” said Chad. “Just let me try it. They’re paraffin candles, made especially for this. If you don’t like it, I promise I’ll stop.”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  Chad licked her left nipple in long slow strokes until Annalise was whimpering and squirming against her ropes. Dustin took an ice cube out of the bowl and brushed it across her right one. Annalise sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation. It was so cold, but it stimulated her in a different way than a tongue did.

  The men switched sides, and Dustin tortured her right nipple with his tongue and teeth while Chad teased her left one with the ice. The sensations were so different, but both had her clit throbbing within minutes. The men spread out to the rest of her breasts as well, so that the entire surfaces were soon wet with their saliva and ice water.

  Chad put the bowl on the bed beside them and picked up the candle. She watched his face carefully as he tilted it slowly, poised over her right breast, and then righted it as soon as one drop of wax fell onto her skin.

  She tensed, expecting it to burn, but it only stung. The sensation wasn’t much different than when he and Dustin had punished her breasts with the toys. The ice prevented her skin from burning, and she liked it.

  “Well?” Chad looked into her eyes. “What do you think?”

  “I like it.”

  His smile lit up the entire room. “I was hoping you would.” Chad continued to use the ice on her breasts, alternating that with the hot wax. Annalise’s entire body ached with need. When Dustin retrieved an ice cube from the bowl and moved between her legs, she cried out in surprise.