Dania's Destiny (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Dace Everan

  Link could see the wheels turning in Tank’s head. Shit, he too was thinking the same damn thing! They shouldn’t be even thinking about Dania. Not the way they were. Shit, they were her safe place for when she needed them. Link scoffed. “She’s a grown woman, Tank, a gorgeous one to boot.” He leaned against the railing of the deck. “It’s normal for us to have these thoughts, even if it’s regarding Dania.” Shit, he couldn’t remember the last time a woman actually turned him on.

  He glanced at Tank. Not since Tank. They had discussed maybe adding a female fuck buddy but had never gotten around to it. Too busy enjoying each other and what they had.

  Tank smiled at him. He loved the reassurance his lover always filled him with. Link was right, of course. The thoughts he was having were normal. “She’s done well the last six years,” he praised, changing subjects. They would take another time to discuss Dania and their primal thoughts. Preferably when they were in bed both fantasizing about her and fucking each other.

  Link nodded. “She has… You’ve helped her a lot.”

  Tank chuckled, squeezing the back of Link’s neck. “We both have, and she wouldn’t be where she is if she hadn’t worked just as hard.” He flipped the steaks, shifted them, and set down the tongs. “You talk to her about that guy last week?” he asked grabbing up his beer.

  Link shook his head. “No… figure it’s none of my business. She’s a grown woman.”

  “I am, and no, not any of your business, but if you wanna know that little perv took me to the point to make out and got a little too grabby so I plowed my knee into his balls and headed back,” she replied, plopping down in a lounger, beer in hand.

  Link raised a brow. “That little fucker pawed you up and you never thought to call me or Tank?” He was sure she knew she could call them for anything.

  Dania chuckled. “Nah, had it handled. He came along and apologised and offered me a ride back to town.” Her gaze landed on Tank. “He knows what you do and thought it better that he not be a total asshole,” she harrumphed, annoyed. “Then he nicely told me I should stop calling him, because we just weren’t meant to be together and he didn’t need my uncle busting his ass for no reason.”

  She scoffed. That had pissed her off, making her sound like some needy little bitch and calling Tank her uncle. Shit, he wasn’t her uncle!

  “He paws me up and makes me knee him in the balls then breaks up with me! Are all men this fucked up? Like I know Greg at the shop. He’s real nice and asked me out, but he smokes weed and plays video games and I have no interest in that. Then there’s Kyle down at the coffee shop, he asked me out, but I can’t see me liking sappy movies and fancy dinners and strolls down on the river as fun.” She shrugged. Maybe there was something wrong with her? Maybe she was too picky.

  Tank chuckled. “You want me to arrest the fucker? I can, how dare he try to dump you because I’m a cop. Little fucker, you dumped him the minute your knee made contact with his balls. That little fucker lost you and he pulled that shit just to make himself feel like the man. Stay the hell away from Greg! If I ever catch you smoking up I’ll spank your little ass and no, Kyle isn’t for you. You would so rip that poor guy apart.” And she would most certainly rip him apart. He was a sappy guy while Dania was a live-on-the-edge, need-to-laugh kind of woman. Shit, he bet if she giggled, Greg would blush and think it was inappropriate. Dania needed someone who would take her and all her crazy. He loved her crazy.

  Link raised a brow, shit he had never seen Tank talk to Dania like that. Spank her little ass! Tell her what guy was good or not good for her. Who the hell was this man handing out the advice? A smile crept across his face. A man who just told her no man was good enough for her.

  Dania grunted. “I’m doomed I think. I did see this cute guy at the shop the other day?” She shrugged. It didn’t matter. He probably would never return and she would be stuck in the same old shit routine.

  Link grinned. “What was he getting a tattoo of?”

  Dania shook her head. “He wasn’t. He was looking around for a friend of his, scoping out potential places, artists.”

  Link joined her, sitting on the lounger next to hers. “Did you recommend any other places?” he asked. It was so like Dania to let people know where to go.

  She smirked. “Told him if he didn’t trust me inking up his girlfriend he could go to Dan. Showed him what Dan did on me, he liked.” She bit her lower lip. The man had run his fingertips over her tattoos as if he could feel them and it had unnerved her. Unnerved her in a way that her belly fluttered and her heart raced.

  “And…?” Link prodded.

  Dania looked at Link lost. “And what?” she uttered.

  “Did he like? Did you show him what you’ve done?”

  Dania blushed. Shit, she had totally drifted there. “Yeah he likes Dan’s work. I lucked out and one of my clients was in and I got to show him a back piece I did.”

  Link grinned. “So he’s coming back?”

  Dania shrugged. “Who knows… who cares? Are the steaks done Tank? I’m starving.” She hopped up and peeked at the hunks of aromatic meat and hummed in appreciation. There was no way she was discussing having lustful feelings for a man that came into the shop. Not with Link and Tank.

  Chapter Two

  Dania stared at the ceiling, blankets draped over her legs. She looked at the wall in the direction of Link and Tank’s room. She could hear the squeak of their bed. Soon the headboard would bang against the wall and shit, if the sound didn’t do things to her.

  Her hand drifted over her little breasts. Pebbled nipples seared her palm. She bit her lower lip, eyes closing. Images of Tank taking Link filled her mind. She was sure Tank was the one who made the bed bang like that. Link was too gentle, or seemed gentle.

  Soft, masculine muffles floated to her. She grunted. Her hand lowered, slipping beneath her short shorts to glide across her clean, shaved pussy, her middle finger delving between her slick pussy lips. She moaned softly, her legs spreading as she twirled her finger in her slick juices. This wasn’t right. She shouldn’t be touching herself while Link and Tank made love. She shouldn’t think about them as she did it.

  With one hand she squeezed her breast and with the other she circled her finger around her clit. She pinched her nipple and strummed her clit, her breath coming out in breathless pants, a small groan escaping her as she heard the headboard hit the wall. There it was, the sound that always heightened her awareness, made her pussy pulse, and her nipples tighten.

  Ah, shit, Tank was taking Link hard again. Her finger quickened, her hips lifted off the bed and her body humped the air. Her finger circled, quickening, and a soft moan escaped her. She dipped her finger into her cunt, the walls clenched at the intrusion. She slipped her finger out and continued strumming her clit, hips still moving, her thighs burned and trembled. Her heart raced and the fire deep in her built to a raging inferno as the grunts from the other room intensified. She could hear the slap of flesh against flesh. She bit her lower lip hard, holding in the scream that wanted to escape, and all three groaned out together in unison as utter bliss struck them.

  Dania slumped back to the bed in a mess of breathlessness, her body cooling quickly. Shit, it never failed to surprise her that she sweated every time she did that. She pulled up the blanket, heard the soft murmurs of Tank and Link, and closed her eyes, hugging the blanket close and wishing she had their warmth all around her.

  * * * *

  Tank groaned, rubbing his eyes as he entered the kitchen, hands washing over his buzz cut hair. He took note of Dania and stopped his hand from straying below the belt and giving in to the urge to scratch himself.

  Link smirked, recognising that telltale sidestep that Tank always did when he needed to rearrange or scratch and refused to do with Dania in the room.

  Dania giggled. “Dude, you tell me to get dressed? Maybe you should,” she teased, finger slipping into the rim of his boxer briefs, tugging and letting them slap his waist.

 
Tank grunted. “Girly, playing with fire… tired,” he grumbled.

  Dania giggled. “Yes I’m sure you are,” she hummed under her breath, bringing out his cereal.

  Link looked at her. “Dania?” His voice was questioning.

  Dania looked at him. “Yeah?” Had she missed something?

  “You hear us at night?” Link asked. Fuck, had they been derogatory in any way?

  Dania’s cheeks flushed a dark red, making her porcelain face resemble one of those painted-up dolls. She cleared her throat. “I wasn’t listening. It’s kinda hard to miss what you’re doing when the head—” Her whole face turned red as did the upper part of her chest. Oh, she shouldn’t say things like this to them.

  Tank looked at Link. “Shit, it’s too early to be discussing this,” he grumbled, taking the box of cereal from Dania. He pecked her on the temple. “Morning, tell me how your night was besides perving out and listening.”

  Dania groaned. “I wasn’t listening! Not my fault you have to slam into Link so hard,” she grumbled.

  Link burst out in laughter. Oh, the poor innocent look on her face was priceless.

  Tank raised a single blond eyebrow. “Me slam into Link? Is that how we phrase it now a day? How many men have slammed into you?”

  Dania didn’t think she could turn any redder. Shit, her whole face was on fire and she really needed air. “No man! Oh God gross, as if.” She grabbed three bowls from the cupboard and crossed to the cutlery drawer.

  Link looked at her. “Hey you’re the one who said it’s a slamming,” he pointed out.

  Dania groaned in embarrassment. “How am I supposed to explain it? Shit I could heave on my bed and I wouldn’t hit the damn wall,” she argued.

  Tank chuckled, grabbing a bowl and pouring his cereal as Link grabbed the jug of milk from the fridge. “Come on, Dania, surely you have had a night where it’s just been crazy and chaotic?”

  Dania shook her head. “No! Eww, I don’t let dudes hop on and plow me!” She clenched her thighs. That would hurt, she was sure it would hurt. She looked at Tank, her eyes drifting downward. Shit, she could see the outline of his dick in his shorts. He was thick and long.

  She glanced at Link. She had accidentally run into him when he had come out of the shower. She was supposed to be at work and had come home early and hadn’t realised he was home. She had started on cleaning the house and she always did the bathrooms first. She had just entered their room when Link came out buck naked. Shit, his dick was big, too. Long, thick, and she was sure it was the size of her forearm.

  She shivered. Scary, she couldn’t imagine a man’s dick going between her legs. She had straddled Tank and it had stretched her inner thighs and she had been sore just from that. Even getting a friendly piggy back from Link had hurt her inner thighs. She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know it wouldn’t cause some discomfort. Not with the stories she’d heard from women in the shop and their wild nights and the blissful aches they fondly suffered the following day.

  Tank cocked his head, slowly chewing his food. “Have you had sex, Tiny?”

  Dania blushed, nearly choking. Her eyes went wide. She shouldn’t be afraid to talk to them about anything but that… that just seemed off limits. She stood, her chair falling back. “I gotta go,” she mumbled, leaving the room and calling herself a chickenshit the whole way.

  Link looked at Tank in disbelief.

  “Hey it’s just a question. I’m sure I heard a few squeaks coming from her room last night,” he offered, shoveling another spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

  Link just stared at him. After a few minutes of utter silence his mouth opened. “Tank, that’s probably the worst question I have ever heard you ask her,” he uttered.

  Tank shrugged. “What? I don’t get what the big deal is in asking. She’s been living here forever and she’s never brought anyone for an overnight. She’s never been out overnight so when the hell is she getting her freak on?”

  Link rolled his eyes. “So blunt, you pig.”

  Tank laughed, cuffing Link on the shoulder as he mumbled “freak” on” under his breath. Link had always hated that kind of talk. “Oh ease up, her birthday’s coming up. I was thinking of taking her to the sex shop to by a little something-something. Thought since she wasn’t getting any she could get something?”

  Link shook his head. “Pretty sure if she wanted something-something she would just go get some all on her own.” The thought of her with another man made him anxious. He quickly shoved his unease away. He couldn’t think Dania was all theirs. She had her own life to live, to experience.

  Tank finished up his cereal, rinsed his bowl, put it in the dishwasher, and headed back to their room. “I don’t know Link, thinking she likes someone in particular,” he called over his shoulder. He was sure she liked someone…or should he say two particular someones. A smile spread across his face and his step was lighter. He wasn’t so stupid as to not notice the way she stared at them.

  * * * *

  Dania slumped in her chair, looking over Frank’s muscled butt cheek. “Are you sure, man? That’s some commitment,” she murmured.

  Frank looked back at her. “Yup, let’s do this, Dania, no one else will do it and I know you will.”

  Dania scrunched up her brow. “I don’t know Frank, that’s a little past my comfort level, can we put a snake or something?” she offered.

  Frank sighed, sitting up facing her. “Dania, I have every faith that if in a few years things don’t work out you can fix it. Shit, if it makes you feel better design it so that if it doesn’t, which it will totally work out, you can fix it…” His eyes softened and he took hold of her hands. “Please, Dania, I love her.” He hummed.

  Dania rolled her eyes. Men in love were idiots. Why ever the hell anyone would get their fiancée’s name on their ass was beyond her. Fuck, he was totally into this chick owning his ass. She really hoped it was his idea and not hers. She had only met Frank’s girl once and she didn’t really like the chick. Uppity came to mind when it came to Francine.

  She shoved his hand away. “Fine, roll over. Swear if you and her break up in a few years I’m gonna write something really bad back here that you won’t see till you get home,” she argued.

  Frank beamed and grabbed her shoulders and planted a big, loud kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, Dania!” He rolled over and waited as she readied to do her magic.

  That was the total of her day. She swore it was come in and get stupid shit put on your skin day. Names of girlfriends, boyfriends, shit, she hated doing those tattoos. She tore off her rubber gloves and tossed them in the trash. She looked at her wrist. The tattoo of Link and Tank’s names circled her wrist, but that was different and no one could tell it was their names.

  She had designed the bracelet herself and made it so it looked like an intricate weave. Only the weave was made of their names, hers in the middle. She loved them. They had saved her and given her life. It was the least she could do.

  Greg plopped down next to her. “Hey, sweets, wanna come to a party on Friday, my place, just gaming and munching out.”

  Dania shook her head. “Nah, I was gonna go check out the trade show and fair,” she mumbled, turning back to straightening out her area. The last thing she wanted to do was finish off her week hanging at his place with a bunch of potheads laughing at stupid video games and lying around talking real slow and not making any sense whatsoever.

  Greg sighed. “Oh come on, Dania, I’ve asked you over like a million times. You’re not still seeing that dipshit are you?”

  Dania scoffed. “No, he met my good friend right knee.”

  Greg winced and groaned. “Oh you’re one of those girls,” he hopped up. “Never mind, hey I hear Keela is going. You and her would get along great,” he called, returning to his work station.

  Dania stared after him. That kind of girl, what the fuck did that mean? Keela, she was a man hater. Shit, even Dania didn’t like the way she talked down to men. She grunted, tu
rning back to her organizing.

  * * * *

  Dania entered the house grumbling under her breath. Who would have thought a crack in the pavement could take a person down that quick? Her cell rang and she scrambled to grab it out of her bag. “Ah, fuck’s sake!” she grumbled, dumping the whole pack and falling to her knees. She plucked up the phone, looking to check the caller. Keela?

  “Hey,” she answered, hopeful that she hadn’t messed up and forgotten something at work.

  “Hey, Dania, Greg was talking today, said you were going to the fair?” Her voice was softer than usual.

  “Yeah, was gonna head out after supper.”

  “Oh goody, you know it’s the kink show this evening, right.”

  “Kink?” What the hell did that mean? She was sure that was all the funky Goth-looking clothes and whips and stuff?

  Keela laughed and it scared the bejesus out of Dania. She had never heard the woman laugh unless she had some diabolical plan ahead of her.

  “Oh sweet, Dania, I’ll pick you up at seven and we’ll go together.”

  “Ah no, I have a friend dropping me off after dinner. I’ll meet you inside,” she rushed. No way was she depending on this woman taking her anywhere. No, absolutely not going to go any place with her.

  “Oh okay, hey great work on kneeing that asshole in the balls. Hey, if you ever want to come to the club with me you’re more than welcome.”

  “Look, Keela, I don’t normally go out kneeing dudes in the balls, don’t know what the hell Greg said to you.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to be shy with me, Dania. I’m totally on your side. Greg said you wanted to have dinner. I’m already planning a party for next weekend, you’ll love it.”

  “No I can’t, not next weekend.” Her heart accelerated. No way was she hanging with Keela. “I have plans. Sorry and, no, I think Greg fucked up. I don’t date girls.” Silence welcomed her. She bit her lower lip. This could screw her job up. Keela was one of the head honchos. Fucking Greg was going to meet her right knee the next time she saw him. Stupid motherfucker.