Claiming Abby [Club Isola 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Avery Gale

  It seemed that perhaps it was time to take General Franklin up on his offer to introduce him to Alex and Zach Lamont. Finagling an invitation and then walking through the front door of Ian McGregor’s exclusive club wouldn’t be a challenge. But it also wouldn’t really open the doors he needed opened either. Leaning over to pick up his phone, he hit the freeze frame on the video feed capturing Abigail Garrett’s look of defiance as she looked around her before settling in the back of the black SUV that whisked away. He studied her image as he waited for the General’s aid to put him through. She was a study in contrasts, unquestionably brilliant in her research, but naïve in social situations. Gorgeous, but she seemed to be oblivious to her effect on the opposite sex. And there seemed to be a vulnerability hiding beneath her strength, hell it was no wonder Sergio Fantella had been so taken with her. And thinking back on all he knew about the Consortium’s front man, he didn’t remember the man ever in the company of a woman, which seemed odd now that he considered it. He was grateful Franklin finally came on the line, before he could get lost in his thoughts of Abby Garrett.

  * * * *

  Abby paced the living room like the caged animal she considered herself to be at the moment and fumed. Since when did she let a couple of men dictate her every move? Cripes she was tired of not having anything of her own to wear. Callie McGregor had been more than generous and had literally opened her closet doors and insisted they have their own mini shopping spree because as she’d laughed while pointing at her rounded belly, she wasn’t going to be able to wear any of the beautiful clothes Ian had bought for her for quite a while anyway. Abby loved Ian like a brother but she damned well wasn’t ever going to let him buy her clothes. Crap on a cracker, the man had a serious hard-on for sexy clothing.

  Even though she and Callie were close to the same size, their curves weren’t in all the same places and what looked seductive on Callie made Abby look like a high-end hooker. And stilettos? Well you could give that up. Give Abby a comfortable pair of Keen sandals for summer and Ariat boots with her Levis in the winter and she was good to go. Many of the pieces of clothing Callie had sent her out the door with probably cost more than Abby’s entire wardrobe. When she’d complained Callie had giggled and told her she was singing to the choir because before she’d married Ian she’d shopped at second hand and thrift stores…when she could scrape together more than a couple of bucks.

  They had made plans to share an early dinner after Ian had insisted Callie rest for a while. Abby had giggled when Callie had rolled her eyes behind Ian’s back. He’d never turned around, just informed her that she’d just earned another punishment and she could feel free to keep it because he had plenty of paper. Abby had laughed out loud because Kat Lamont had told her that Alex and Zach had made that same promise to her during her first pregnancy and made good on each and every one of their marks on the tally after the triplets had been born. Kat has sworn she’d just gotten caught back up when she’d gotten pregnant again.

  Abby couldn’t believe Logan and Kalen thought it was reasonable that she shouldn’t be allowed to leave the island. They surely hadn’t been serious about that. Abby had done the calculations and considering the area of the small piece of real estate that wasn’t currently hosting any type of structure, she figured she would have explored every square inch by the weekend if her pacing had been linear movement. Sure, just before she’d gotten in the SUV outside the Hart Building she’d had the oddest sense she was being watched, but given today’s technology and the fact she was in the nation’s capital it certainly was a reasonable assumption. But something about that moment had made the hair on the back of her neck stand straight up.

  Probably just more evidence of her rapid slide down a slippery slope into insanity. And do you think anybody gives a rat’s ass? Hell no they don’t. When she finally looked up she realized both Kalen and Logan were leaning against the wide door leading to the living room watching her intently. She froze in mid-stride and knew by the sly smiles she must have been rambling aloud. Well, as her new friend Callie would say, frackin’ fairy farts.

  “Well, seems our little sub needs some direction for all of that energy.” Logan’s leisurely drawl didn’t fool her for a minute. She’d known him since she’d been just a kid, and knew he could engage that southern charm…complete with accent…at will, and it was always when it served his purpose.

  “I’m not taking that sweet southern boy bait, Logan. I know you too well. Jace told me all about how you use that with women.” Uh oh, might have just yanked the tiger’s tail there Abby. Logan’s entire body seemed to go on instant alert and he didn’t look happy…oh no, not happy at all.

  “Oh, Abigail, you have gotten yourself into a pretty pickle indeed. You’ve just accused Logan of treating you like some woman off the street. Hell, I could probably sell tickets to the next half hour’s events.” Kalen’s words might have eluded at humor, but his eyes were telling her that he wasn’t happy with her remarks either.

  Never one to know the best time to back away, Abby figured in for a penny, in for a pound. “Well, whether or not you are thrilled with what my brother told me, hell it isn’t even a question of it being fact aside from the part about Jace telling it to me.” What? Hell, Abby, that didn’t make any sense at all.

  When her eyes darted to the door they both chuckled, but it was Logan who started for her, “Thinking about bolting, baby? Good luck with that. I’m fairly certain that two former SEALs can keep one tiny woman contained if they put their minds to it.” Abby hadn’t even realized she was backing away from Logan until she backed right into Kalen’s rock hard chest and felt his arms tighten around her like steel bands. “See there? Contained. Now, what shall we do about that smart mouth of yours?” Kalen turned her and lifted her over his shoulder before she could blink. They both took off down the hall completely ignoring her giggling shrieks of protest.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Logan didn’t give a tinker’s damn that Abby had called bullshit on his accent because she’d been absolutely right. But he had been thrilled that she’d handed them the perfect way to distract her on a silver platter. On their way back to the apartment, he and Kalen had talked about ways they could amp things up with her, but they couldn’t have planned anything as perfect as what they’d walked into. “Best stop your squealing before the neighbors come over and watch your punishment, baby. Our neighbors are seriously kinky, ya know.”

  Kalen set her on her feet and kept a hand on her as she swayed while the blood rushed from her head, but to her credit she didn’t miss a beat. “Did you just call my brother seriously kinky? Because I have to tell you, that’s just wrong on so many levels. And my new sister is not kinky, she is merely open-minded. It’s just wrong for you to talk about the mother of my niece or nephew in such disrespectful terms…wrong I tell you. Hey! Are you two degenerates listing to me?”

  Logan went completely still and saw Kalen had done the same. Turning slowly toward her he simply raised his brow and said, “I’m going to give you one chance to rephrase that statement, Abby so you might want to think very carefully. Because the next words you say are going to determine whether you get funishment or a very real punishment. Keep in mind there is a very real difference between teasing and blatant disrespect.”

  He saw her eyes go wide and a flash of rebellion before the rational part of her brain decided to overpower the emotional and mouthy part. “I’m sorry, but you weren’t answering me and I well, sometimes I slip back into our old way of talking to each other and I forget that it’s probably not okay anymore since we aren’t really friends like that anymore.” He watched her take a deep breath and the look of defeat in her expression saddened him. And what did she mean by we weren’t friends like that anymore? “Anyway, I’m sorry.”

  Kalen stepped forward and tilted her chin up so that her gaze was focused on them and not the floor. “Love, we value each and every aspect of our relationship with you, but in the bedroom or anytime we are in a se
xual situation that we’ll refer to as a scene, we’ll expect a higher level of respect from you. We’ll also expect your complete honesty when answering questions. You’ll be expected to answer immediately and without editing or omissions. Communication is the key to any relationship’s success and particularly so in one centered around Dominance and submission, so any lapses will be dealt with immediately and harshly.”

  When Kalen stepped back beside him, Logan looked at Abby and crossed his arms over his chest and said, “Strip.” Her gasp of surprise almost made him smile because her internal battle played out so clearly over her expressive face. But desire had finally won because she pulled the clingy knit dress over her head and dropped it to the side. Standing there in her lacy white bra that did nothing to hide her peaked nipples and barely there panties that were already wet with her arousal she paused for a few beats. He and Kalen had both helped train enough submissives that they knew she was waiting to see if they had really meant for her to take off everything or not. When neither one of them moved he saw her swallow and then slowly remove the undergarments. “Very pretty, baby. Next time, no pausing, understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “When we are in a scene, you’ll address us as Sir or Master and your answers will be complete. Try again.” Kalen kept his voice level and his tone neutral—pure “training-mode.” He was more of a stickler for protocol as Abby was about to discover.

  “Yes, Sir, I understand.” Logan hadn’t detected any sarcasm in her response so he decided to move on.

  “Bend over the edge of the bed and spread your legs.” When she did, he adjusted her position so that her ass was peaked and in the perfect position for his hand. Her pussy lips were exposed so that he could check her arousal and land a couple of blows directly on her sensitive tissues and send her right into orbit when the time was right. Tracing his fingers up and down her spine he reminded her, “You have two safe words, baby. Tell me what they are and when they are used.”

  “Yellow means I’m getting close to my limits and I need things to slow down or to ask a question and red means I’m past my limits either emotionally or physically and everything stops.” Her voice had already become airy and Logan could smell her arousal. He ran his fingers through her slick folds and found she was soaking wet.

  “Very good. Are you ready?” Before she could even answer he landed four sharp slaps to her ass. The blows weren’t as hard as they could have been for sure, but they would have been much more than she had probably been expecting. He slid his fingers through her pussy again and she was even wetter than before. “You did very well, baby. And your pussy is even wetter than it was before we started and that pleases both of your Masters very much.” He landed several more blows on each ass cheek taking care that he didn’t land the blows in the same place twice. It was obvious she was getting very close to her release so he backed up and picked up the small butt plug he’d placed off to the side. “This is going to feel cold for just a second, baby.” When he dribbled the lube over her rear hole, she only whimpered in need.

  While he rimmed her tight rosette with his finger Kalen moved to the bed seating himself in front of her so that her face was for all intents in his lap. As Logan pushed his finger past the tight outer ring he leaned over her back and slid his other hand under her and pinched first one nipple and then the other. “Suck him, baby. I want to watch his cock disappear between your lips.” While she was distracted by Kalen’s cock sliding in and out of her sweet mouth and his instructions about what he liked, Logan was able to get two fingers inside her ass so he quickly moved the plug into place. “Bear down, baby.” When she tensed he gave her ass two sharp blows knowing these were the first that would have been really painful. “No, Abby. There will be times during play that your safety depends on following our directions to the letter. It will become more and more important as we explore your limits so best you get yourself in that mindset now.” When she relaxed and pushed back he quickly seated the plug.

  “Very good, baby. Now, we’re going to challenge you a bit. I’m going to continue to work over this sweet ass with a flogger while you suck on your other Master’s cock. You don’t come until you are given permission and my blows will continue to get harder until you’ve made your Master come.” He leaned down and bit each of her ass cheeks just enough to draw soft gasps. He loved seeing the light marks he was leaving on her delicate skin. They wouldn’t stay long, but for the duration of this scene, she’d be marked as his.

  The flogger he’d chosen was soft and would feel like soft tickles that turned warm—at least they would in the beginning. With the first few strikes she seemed to be far too contented so he gave her several with a flicked wrist so that she’d feel the sting right away. Kalen’s head fell back and his eyes closed when she began to pay closer attention to the details that were going to get her Master off as quickly as possible. “Fuck, love. You have a devil-blessed mouth. Feeling your tongue caress the tender spot just under the rim is going to send me straight to heaven.”

  Logan had slowed the blows because he’d been so caught up in watching Abby making love to Kalen with her mouth. There really wasn’t another way to describe the intensity and focus she was bringing to the task. “It seems our beautiful woman loves giving head, doesn’t it Master Kalen? I can see that she is clearly very focused on her ‘assignment.’ Let’s see how multi-task she is.” Logan tapped the end of the butt plug which turned on the small vibrator to the lowest setting. He smiled when she moaned around Kalen’s girth which in turn caused Kalen to groan. Giving Abby several more strikes with the flogger up the backs of both of her thighs he watched as she began lifting into the blows and knew she had to be getting close to orgasm.

  When Kalen gave him the signal that he was close to coming, Logan positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy and started teasing her with torturously slow thrusts that barely gained any depth. He heard Kalen telling her to drink every drop and he began thrusting in hard and fast. Just as Kalen shouted his release Logan pinched her nipples and growled, “Come for us Abby.” When her pussy locked down on him like a velvet vise she took him right over the edge with her. “Jesus Christ, baby.”

  Logan hadn’t lost control of a release since—hell, he couldn’t ever remember being so blindsided by an orgasm. It felt like his balls were being sucked dry and the aftershocks that fired in every cell of his body almost dropped him even though he’d locked his knees during the height of the orgasmic wave he’d surfed with Abby for what seemed like several minutes. But there was no way he could have accurately judged time because his mind had completely blanked out.

  When he finally felt like his brain was getting enough oxygen that he would be able to form coherent sentences, Logan pulled his hands out from under Abby and kissed a line across both shoulders before pulling out of her. Her pussy was still rippling with aftershocks and she moaned in protest at the loss. “Shhh, baby. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

  “Can’t move. Proly will not ever be able to move again.” Her words were slurred and heavy with the husky sound of a well-sated woman and that warmed his heart. Seeing her red ass and thighs bent over the edge of the bed with the plug still seated above the mini-waterfall of the combined juices from their release that now coated her pussy lips and inner thighs burned into the deepest parts of his soul and he wanted to beat his chest at the sight. Shaking off his wandering thoughts, he quickly cleaned himself and returned to clean Abby before lifting her onto the bed.

  Logan couldn’t remember ever seeing Kalen so wiped out after a scene. His friend must have noticed his assessment because he shook his head and spoke softly over the beauty sleeping between them. “She completely decimated me. It’s never been like that with any other woman. Honestly, I don’t even have words to describe the feelings that I have for her. Love is just so inadequate it’s almost an insult to use it.” Logan didn’t answer because he’d reached a level of sexual fulfillment with Abby that he hadn’t even realized was possibl
e let alone experienced. The one thing he knew above all else was that he couldn’t live without her. She was breathing life back into a part of his soul that had died bit by bit over the last several years he’d been a SEAL.

  Being sent into every hell-hole Uncle Sam can find takes a toll on all soldiers, but those on special teams are particularly vulnerable. Special Forces teams work particularly hard to make sure their members are given plenty of opportunities to work through any mental health issues they are having, because quite frankly they are considered very expensively trained assets. But the simple truth is Special Forces operatives rarely utilize the services of professionals. They fear being removed from their team until some shrink that’s never seen a day of battle decides they are “fit” to return. SEALs are taught from their first day at BUDS training to “suck it up and persevere” and that mentality bleeds over into every aspect of their service. Logan felt like he traded a small part of his soul to the devil every time he was sent on a mission, and he hadn’t held out any hope that he would ever be able to restore what he’d lost—until he and Kalen had made love to Abby.

  It wouldn’t matter what they had to do to make it work, Logan knew Kalen would agree, nothing was more important that the angel sleeping between them. She was truly resting and Logan feared she hadn’t been doing so for a very long time. She was blissfully unaware that she’d just tilted their entire world on its axis. Having Abby safe between them and knowing that she loved them brought a deep sense of contentment that felt like a warm summer rain as it washed away all the sludge that had been locked in the dark corners of his heart. Logan smiled as sleep pulled him under with promises of sweet dreams for the first time in too long and it was all because of the tiny woman snuggling like a kitten seeking warmth and comfort between him and Kalen.