Beloved by Brothers [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  He’d found her long ago, but had let her slip through his fingers. He’d confessed his undying love to her by his tree, not thirty feet from here. They’d grown up together. He’d been only a boy and she’d been only an innocent girl.

  Now, they were man and woman. Flesh and blood. They belonged together. Life had taken an unwanted detour, but now they were on the road again, headed to a forever he knew would be filled with more joy than he could ever imagine.

  The image of her standing in front of him and his brothers at the chapel returned. They would be married. They would have a family, children. They would walk the streets of Destiny, arm in arm, for the rest of their lives.

  She looked up at him. “Sir?”

  “Yes, sub?”

  “How many?”

  “God, I love you,” he confessed. “I remember how impatient you can be, sub.”

  “I apologize, Sir.” She smiled but he knew she wasn’t sorry even a little. She always did love to push him in play. That was just one of the things he adored about her. “I love you, too.”

  “I love everything about you, baby. I still have to spank you, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I should be spanked.” She gave him a sexy look that ramped up his hunger for her even more. “I’ve been so very bad.”

  She needed to be reminded that he was in charge.

  “No you don’t,” he scolded, unable to hold back his smile. “No topping me from the bottom, baby.”

  * * * *

  In the unseasonably warm air, Phoebe squirmed on Jason’s patrol car, the pressure mounting with every syllable that came out of his mouth.

  Jason’s hot gaze got her wetter. “I’m the one who decides when and how many whacks to this perfect ass need to be rained down, not you.”

  “Please,” she begged him, remembering how much he’d liked it when she did. “I’m sorry, Sir, but I’m burning inside for you.”

  “You’ll be burning on the outside pretty soon, too.” He trailed his hands up and down her body, starting at her neck, down her back, to her bottom, down her legs, and ending at her feet. “You’re extremely sensitive here. I remember.” He traced his fingers over her toes, causing her to jump.

  She giggled uncontrollably at his tickle torture. Goose bumps popped up on her skin. Now that he’d opened the gate to laughter, there was no going back. Every inch of her became hypersensitive to his touch.

  His deep, gleeful laugh mixed with hers as he ran his fingers up her sides, sending her into a state of hysterics. Could anyone hear her? Since they were so far away from town, she didn’t think so. But as loud as she and Jason were laughing, she bet any wildlife around would be scared away. Imagining bears, bunnies, and deer scurrying down the mountain to escape her sent her into another bout of roaring laughter.

  “Now, you’re ready for your spanking, sweetheart.” Jason landed his hand on the center of her ass, capturing all her attention and turning her giggles into dreamy moans.

  She felt the burn he’d delivered to her bottom start to spread through the rest of her body. She remembered he’d told her to count aloud. “One, Sir.”

  “Very good, my little sub.” Jason’s praise filled her with pride. “Four more to go.”

  Four? Nervous and excited, she curled her hands into fists.

  The slap of his hand sizzled on her left cheek.

  “Two, Sir.” She was on fire and loving it, loving him, loving being with him again. This was where she belonged. Jason, though flesh and blood, was more home to her than her house. With him, she felt loved and protected.

  The next whack hit her right cheek, making her wonderfully dizzy.

  “Three, Sir.” She was once again gliding into a state of bliss that he’d taken her to long ago.

  The next two whacks landed back to back in the center of her ass, and then she felt the soft edges of the trance she’d missed for far too long. “Four. Five.”

  He lifted her off the hood of his car. When he lowered her to her feet, she leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you.” Tears welled in her eyes. This was where she belonged. With Jason.

  “You’re mine, Phoebe Blue. You will always be mine.”

  “Yes, Sir.” With her mind relaxed and dreamy, she could just be. There were no tasks to concern herself with, no worries to trouble her. In this state, all that mattered was being with him. With Jason. With Sir.

  She felt him reach behind her, pulling her strapless dress’s zipper down slow, tortuously slow. Unable to contain herself, she began unbuttoning his shirt.

  Smiling, he caught her wrists in his hands. “There you go again, sub. Trying to take charge.”

  She could see in his dark eyes wicked hunger, and that made her tremble. That he was able to keep his passion contained stunned her. His willpower amazed her. She was ready to rip his clothes off.

  She needed him inside her, needed to be filled by him, needed to give herself to him. “Please, Sir. I want you. The pressure is too much. I can’t take more. It’s been so long.”

  He narrowed his eyes, keeping hold of her wrists with one hand. “Oh but you will take more, baby. Much more. You will take all I want to give you. When I’m sure you’ve had enough and I believe you’ve earned your reward, then I’ll end your suffering, pet.” He placed his handcuffs on her, a clear act of his dominance over her. “You will stand there and watch me take my clothes off.”

  “Yes, Sir.” God, yes. I want to see your body again, Jason.

  He took his time undressing. He emptied his pockets of his keys and wallet, placing them on the front seat of his car, along with his gun and belt. A cool breeze rolled over her skin, reminding her they were exposed and in the open. Her shivers were not from being outside but from the internal fire building inside her.

  When he finally removed his shirt, she saw the white T-shirt that covered his perfectly muscled frame.

  How long is he going to take? As if they had minds of their own, her cuffed hands stretched out to assist him.

  Jason stepped back, just out of fingertip range. “No you don’t, sub.” He brought his hands to her breasts, pinching both nipples. “You will wait. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, lowering her gaze from the big bad Dom in front of her. My big bad Dom. Her nipples throbbed, creating a warm sphere of sensations in her chest that spread down her abdomen, landing between her legs. Her clit began to tingle. How much longer? She couldn’t take much more. I need him.

  After several long, agonizing seconds, he removed the last of his clothing—his pants—stepping back just far enough to prevent her from reaching him. He fisted his monstrous cock.

  This is torture. She so desperately needed him inside her pussy.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  She moved her gaze from his dick up to his dark Dom eyes.

  He cupped her chin. “You’re trouble, Phoebe Blue. A whole ton of trouble, but that’s exactly how I want you to be.” He pulled her dress down her body. She stepped free of the outfit and he placed it next to his uniform. She felt another round of wonderful trembles roll through her.

  He pinched her nipple lightly, causing her to gasp and arch her back. Her pussy clenched, reminding her how much she wanted him inside her.

  He lifted her back onto the car into a sitting position, facing him. He bent down between her legs.

  She could feel the heat of his breath on her pussy and that multiplied the pressure inside her.

  “I want to taste you, baby.” He sent his fingers over her slit, sending a sea of sizzles along her veins. “God, you’re soaking wet. I want my mouth on this soft pussy.”

  Without warning, he kissed her throbbing clit, and she could not contain herself any longer. She shifted her hips forward into his greedy mouth. This time, he didn’t make her suffer, but instead bathed her pussy with his tongue. His hands cupped her ass, which was still warm from the spanking he’d given her. She was reaching her limit. She put her hands, still in the cuf
fs, over his head and felt the spasms coming.

  “Give me your cream, baby,” his deep voice rumbled, making her shiver even more. “Every single drop.” He sucked on her clit as her orgasm swamped every cell in her body.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Liquid poured out of her pussy as the climax rose higher and higher, stronger and stronger. “Oh God.”

  Jason’s wicked mouth continued working her into a frenzied state. She shook violently as the incredible relief he’d given her burned through her. Every part of her had been taken over completely by one orgasm on top of another.

  She closed her eyes, lingering on the surface of the final trembles of her climax. She could feel Jason, removing the handcuffs and then rubbing her wrists.

  His deep voice boomed. “Open your eyes, sub.”

  Instantly, she obeyed. “Yes, Sir.” She’d suffered for three years for no reason. This was where she belonged, with Jason.

  He pulled her off the car and in so very close, until she could feel his thick, hard cock pressing against her body. His lips ravaged her mouth until her toes curled and the pressure began to build again. Jason’s intensity consumed everything in its path. There was no way to avoid his delicious onslaught, not that she would ever want to.

  “On your knees,” he commanded.

  She instantly obeyed him. Pleasing him now was all that mattered.

  “I want to feel that pretty mouth of yours around my dick.” He stroked her hair. “Lick your lips. Get them nice and wet for me, sub.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You want to suck my cock, don’t you?”

  She moaned. “More than anything, Sir. Please. I want to so badly.”

  His eyes burned brightly. “God, I’m going to spoil you rotten. So are my brothers. You’re going to have us wrapped around your finger if we’re not careful.” Jason shook his head. “But don’t you worry that pretty head of yours, sub. I’m very careful. I’m your Dom. And what are you?”

  “I’m your sub, Sir,” she confessed. “I’m yours.”

  “Fuck, yes, you’re mine.”

  “Please let me suck on your cock, Sir. If I do a good job, won’t you send it into my pussy?”

  His quick grin caused her heart to skip a beat. “We’ll see, baby. Make me feel your want in your hot little lips. If you do, I will reward you and fill you with my dick.”

  Thirsty for him, she parted her lips and brought out her tongue to the head of his cock. She tasted the pearly drop that rested on his slit. She drank it down, knowing there was more to come. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she swallowed his dick until it hit the back of her throat. Bringing up her hands to his balls and shaft, she bobbed up and down his cock.

  He moaned as she continued sucking on him. When he brought his hands to the back of her head, her pussy began to burn and her clit began to throb once again. She’d never felt such need in all her life. Was it the three years without him that drove her mad with desire?

  Yes. God yes.

  Tightening her lips until they created a seal between him and her, she sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks.

  “Slow down, baby. I want to get inside you, but I need to get a condom out of my pocket.”

  No.

  She released him. “No condom, Sir.”

  The puzzled look of frustration on his face troubled her.

  She needed him to understand. She needed him inside her. Needed his seed. If this was the night before her forever with the Wolfes began, that’s what had to happen. Lucas and Mitchell had made love to her without protection. He must, too. “Please. I beg you, Sir.”

  “I get it, baby.” Jason clearly was able to read her mind.

  He helped her up off the ground and leaned her on the car. Without another word, his big hands moved down her sides and to her hips. She could feel him shift until the head of his cock was in position to claim her pussy. The first thrust into her body drowned her with utter passion. He shoved his dick into her, lengthening his thrusts with each pass, bit by bit. She tried to shift her hips to take even more of his dick, but Jason, in full-on Dom mode, held her firmly.

  “Please. I need you. Don’t make me wait. Fill me.” Her steamy words would not be contained. They came one after another, her need setting them free.

  “I will, baby. I will.” He continued thrusting into her, claiming more of her with every stroke. Her entire body was full of him and still the pressure grew and grew.

  “Oh God,” she said on the brink of release.

  “Your pussy is so tight, you’re killing me,” he told her. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

  She felt her insides tighten around his thick shaft. Ripples, one after the other, from deep within exploded out of her.

  “Come for me, sub. That’s it. You’re close, aren’t you? God, knows I’m about to come inside this gorgeous body, baby.”

  She squeezed her thighs as tight as she could as his thrusts hit that sensitive spot in her channel. She couldn’t stay still. Everything inside her was burning and shaking. She arched her body into his, accepting more of his thickness.

  “Fuck, yeah.” His hot stare never left her, but she could see his face tighten for a bit. “Yes.”

  He was impossibly deep inside her, and yet he plunged even deeper still in one final, overwhelming thrust.

  Feeling him shoot his seed into her body, she screamed and he groaned. The trembles went on and on and she hoped they would never end.

  With his cock still inside her, he pulled her in tight into his muscled frame. “God, that was one for the record books, baby.”

  She giggled. “Shall I call Guinness, Sir?”

  He laughed and picked her up. “You will never learn, will you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re about to find out.” He carried her to the lake and threw her in, jumping in after her. The temperature was warmer than normal for this time of year. The cool water felt good on her skin. She broke the surface, laughing.

  “No one jumps in the water in November.” She splashed water right into his face. “That’s for throwing me in.”

  “It’s on, girl.” He splashed her back, beginning their latest water fight.

  She ran out of the water and grabbed his uniform. “Jason Wolfe, you’re about to find out what I’m capable of, too.”

  His grinned. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Oh no.” She chunked them into the lake, dying of laughter before jumping back in.

  “Fair is fair, baby.” He ran out of the water and grabbed her clothes.

  “Jason, I’m sorry,” she said as sweetly as she could. “Please. That really is an expensive outfit.”

  “Is it?” He winked and got his keys from the seat of the car. He opened the trunk and put the dress inside.

  “Jason, I can’t go back to town without my clothes.”

  “Really? But you expect me to?” He laughed and slammed the lid down, locking her dress away.

  “Now you’re going to pay for that, mister.” She swam back a bit from the shore. “Just try to get me and see what happens.”

  “I forgot how much I loved your sass, baby.” He dove in and the war continued.

  Exhausted after several battles, he carried her back to the car. “I love you, Phoebe.”

  She placed a hand on his cheek, enjoying the feel of his stubble on her fingertips. “I love you, Jason, but you better not have caused me to catch a cold.”

  “There’s that sass I so love.” He kissed her, helping her to remember how wonderful a man he was.

  Chapter Ten

  As they crossed over Silver Spoon Bridge, Phoebe leaned down low into Jason’s naked body. “Can you imagine what your chances of being reelected are if anyone sees us?”

  He laughed. “Not good. I can see the headlines of the Destiny Daily tomorrow. ‘In the buff, sheriff and attorney are caught joyriding around town.’”

  “I hope you don’t have to pull anyone over for speeding. That’ll ruin everything.”r />
  He died laughing and she joined in. “I think I’ll turn on my lights and siren on the way to your house, baby.”

  “Don’t you dare, Jason.”

  He kissed her wet hair. “I have such fun with you.”

  “Me, too. No one can make me laugh like you.”

  He pulled up into her driveway. The streetlight illuminated her porch, so tiptoeing was out. They would have to make a dash to her front door or else her neighbors would get an eyeful.

  “Ready, baby?”

  “I can’t find my keys,” she said, rifling through her purse.

  “I can break down the door if necessary,” he said, grabbing his cell and gun and some other device.

  “Are you so bent on making sure someone sees us? No commotion. Please. I have to live on this street. Found them. Let me get your clothes. I’ll throw them in the dryer.” With his uniform in one hand and her keys in the other, she opened her car door. “Last one inside has to make the drinks while the other one cleans up.”

  Not waiting for an answer, she sprinted to her door.

  Jason passed her, blocking her way. “You don’t play fair, Phoebe Blue.”

  “Look who’s talking?” She saw one of her neighbor’s porch lights come on and she froze. “Jason, please.”

  He laughed. “I do like being sheriff. Maybe I should go see if there’s something your neighbors need.”

  “I beg you, don’t.”

  “Give me the keys.”

  “Do you always have to win?”

  “You know me quite well. You tell me.”

  “Fine.” She handed him her keys, and he put his arm around her. “You win.”

  When they headed up her sidewalk, she heard the lady next door say, “Is everything all right, Phoebe?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Handley. Everything is fine.” She giggled. Everything is perfect. “Goodnight.”

  “She voted for my opponent, Phoebe. We need to get inside.”

  “What? Are you worried she’ll ruin your next election, Sheriff?” He grinned. “You know how the politics can get crazy here. Yes, she can. Let’s go.”