Her Colorado Wishes [Spirit, Colorado 3] Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting

by Peyton Elizabeth

  Hannah would have argued, but Shep raised his hand to stop her. What gave him the right to judge her? He wasn’t the one telling the people he loved that he couldn’t provide them with the one thing they wanted most in life. She had been reaching for her beer when she realized what just went through her mind. Her hand hovered over her bottle. Did she really love them?

  “Don’t go getting mad at me because I gave you an opinion you asked for,” Shep continued. She was glad he didn’t see the shock that had to be written all over her face. “Hannah, shouldn’t you accept you for who you are, if they do? Turn the tables for a second. What if Wyatt or Austin were sterile? Would you walk away from them?”

  Shep’s question interrupted her train of thought and brought her right back to the conversation at hand. “What? Of course not. But that’s different,” Hannah argued.

  “Why? They would feel they couldn’t give you what you wanted. Isn’t that the same thing?” Shep asked, taking the last swig of his beer. He set down the bottle with a thud. “What if Wyatt got cancer? What if Austin lost an arm working on the ranch? Would that stop you from wanting to be with them? There are things much worse than you not being able to have children, but the cruelest thing is cutting them out of your life based on you not accepting your own imperfections.”

  With his last sentence, Shep nodded toward the door. Hannah turned and saw Wyatt and Austin coming their way. Her first thought was that her dad was right in the fact that Wyatt looked like hell. He wasn’t wearing his hat, and he looked like he hadn’t brushed his hair in days. A dark five-o’clock shadow covered his face, but didn’t hide his determination. Even though she knew this confrontation was pointless, a sensual thrill shot through her at their masculinity as they crossed the wooden floor. Would her body ever stop responding to them?

  “I know I came across as harsh, Hannah,” Shep said, standing up and fishing out some dollar bills from his front jeans pocket. He threw them on the table. “But those men obviously want you, no matter your flaws. It’s up to you to decide if you’re going to hide from life or finally grab on to what they want to give you.”

  Shep turned to leave right before Wyatt and Austin stepped up to the table. He slapped each of them on the back and continued on his way. What a traitor, she thought, irritated that he might be right—might being the operative word. His question about what if it were Wyatt or Austin who were sterile kept running through her mind.

  “Hannah, grab your purse and coat. We’re heading back to the cabin.”

  She looked up at Wyatt in surprise. He had that tone in his voice, the one that always seemed to send shivers down her spine. Austin stood behind him, staring at her with those brown eyes that appeared to want to eat her alive. The nerves along her skin started to wake up, one by one, realizing they weren’t playing games.

  “What if I don’t want to go to the cabin?”

  Hannah didn’t know why she asked that question. Of course she wanted to go to the cabin. She wanted to hear what they had to say, that was all. It had nothing to do with the fact that the way they were acting was causing her pussy to spasm and make her panties wet.

  Wyatt leaned in close until his lips were touching her ear. His breath caused a reaction she was sure he noticed. “You have one chance to put on your coat, or I will haul you over my shoulder and let Austin gather your stuff. We have things to settle, and we’re going to do that at the cabin.”

  “How?” Hannah whispered. She knew he heard her, even over the noise of the jukebox and the laughter from the patrons.

  Wyatt bent over her again until they were eye level. “I think you know. I warned you about avoiding us, so it’s time I follow through on my promises.”

  “I thought that was bad language?”

  Hannah knew that would set things in motion, but she couldn’t help herself. Sure enough, Wyatt let out a growl and hauled her up and over his shoulder. Everyone started to clap and whistle, much to her mortification. What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been, that was the problem.

  “Austin, grab her stuff.” Wyatt landed a swat to her bottom, causing her to yelp. Ouch! That had stung. “It’s time we showed little missy the behavior we expect out of the future Mrs. Cahill.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “What do you mean, the future Mrs. Cahill?”

  Hannah must have asked that question a hundred times, but Wyatt ignored her. They had finally made their way to the cabin and now had her undressed and lying flat on her stomach, her hands cuffed above her head. He was grateful they had bought the one-strap, double-cuffed restraint. This way, they could flip her when they wanted to.

  “We’re at the cabin, baby doll,” Austin said, reminding her of the rules. “I’m pretty sure Wyatt told you that you weren’t to speak unless spoken to.”

  “You did speak to me,” Hannah protested, obviously not caring that she was breaking the rules. “And I thought we said what we needed to say last week.”

  “No, you said what you wanted to say,” Wyatt reminded her. “And I wasn’t finished speaking, so that’s another one racked up.”

  “Another what?”

  Hannah’s voice came out a little breathless, making Wyatt think she knew exactly what she was racking up. Her pert little ass was wiggling, making the palm of his hand tingle. He and Austin slowly got undressed, making her wait a little longer than was necessary.

  “Another what?” Hannah asked again, although this time her voice was steady.

  Wyatt leaned a knee on the bed, bracing himself for what was about to happen. His cock had been hard since that morning, once he and Austin had discussed how things were going to take place. Obviously, if she gave any indication that she didn’t want this, they would stop immediately. But until then, all bets were off. They were going to get through to her how much they loved her and that they wanted her as their future wife.

  Whack!

  “Ouch!” Hannah whipped her head up, her green eyes snapping in anger. “Where did you get that paddle and what the hell was that for?”

  Whack!

  “Shit!”

  Whack!

  “Okay, okay! Bad language!” Hannah cried out, answering her own question. “Fine, I won’t curse anymore.”

  Maybe this was going to be easier than Wyatt originally thought. Reaching a hand between her legs, he managed to get his fingers in between her folds before she closed her legs tight. She was wet. Hannah moaned when he wiggled his fingers against her clit.

  “We’re going to start off slow,” Austin said, lying down beside her. “Lean up on your knees.”

  “What?” Hannah asked, turning her head toward his brother.

  Wyatt used the paddle to smack her again. “You only need to remember one rule, and that is to follow what we say.”

  Hannah turned her head toward him, giving him an evil glare. She did as she was told, though. They were making progress. Hannah scooted her body up toward the restraint, bringing her knees underneath her. She was now leaning on her elbows, with her ass in the air. A perfect target.

  Wyatt waited while Austin leaned underneath her, sucking on each nipple to get them hard enough for the nipple clamps he was so partial to. They had bells on the ends that made the sweetest sound when moved. Austin also loved to take them off, aware of how sensitive her nipples would be when they were removed.

  Hannah’s little cry went straight to Wyatt’s cock. Austin must have put the first one on. Wyatt stroked his cock, trying to give it some relief, although knowing he was just making it worse for himself. Seeing her in this position, at their mercy, was almost more than his dick could take.

  “Oh!” Hannah bucked a little, her ass wiggling. “They hurt!”

  “Then let’s take your mind off of them, shall we?” Wyatt asked, using the paddle. He brought it down a little harder than before, wanting her complete attention.

  “Wyatt!” The little bells sang aloud when her body jerked against the implement.

  “We have a few questions fo
r you, and if you answer honestly, we’ll move on to more enjoyable things.”

  “I’d answer honestly, if I were you,” Austin encouraged. “Besides, I want more enjoyable things. Such as your lips wrapped around my cock.”

  “Fine!” Hannah whimpered, trying to lean down against the mattress. Wyatt knew she was probably seeking relief against the pinch of the clamps, so he smacked her again. It brought her back up into the position he wanted her.

  “Had you already made up your mind not to be with us before you ever came to town?”

  Hannah didn’t immediately answer, so Wyatt struck her ass a little harder. She was turning a light shade of pink, but Wyatt knew Hannah would earn a red ass before this was over. “Answer the question, Hannah.”

  “Yes! Are you happy now?” Wyatt was glad to see the fire still in her eyes as she whipped her head back toward him.

  “Yes, I am happy you answered my question. Second one coming up.”

  “Did you think we would not want you if you couldn’t have children?”

  The question came from Austin, and Hannah turned her head to the other side to look at him. When she didn’t answer right away, Wyatt raised the paddle.

  “Wait!” Wyatt halted his swing, looking up at her face. “I’m thinking on how to answer that. Don’t you dare paddle me.”

  “We don’t want you to think about your answers, baby doll,” Austin explained. “When you take time to think, we’re not sure it’s the truth. And a true relationship takes honesty. We want to hear the answer that immediately comes to your mind.”

  “We have all night, Hannah,” Wyatt reminded her, wanting her to know they could be paddle her all night long if that’s what it took to get the answers they sought. “Now answer Austin’s question.”

  “No, I didn’t think you’d want me,” Hannah said, hanging her head down and setting it on her hands. It offered him her ass, but Wyatt resisted, giving her another swat as she was finally answering them. “You’d always said you wanted a family. I can’t give you that.”

  “You’re right, we do want a family,” Wyatt said, taking his hand and stroking it across the pink skin. She lifted her hips, and he wondered if she wanted his touch or if his skin felt cool against hers. “But it starts with you.”

  She shook her head back and forth. “You say that, but it’s not true. You’ll come to resent me.”

  “What?” Austin must have tugged on her clamp, for Hannah cried out and arched her back. Wyatt noticed that her inner thighs were starting to glisten in the firelight. “Get that nonsense out of your head. We would never resent you, baby doll.”

  Wyatt started thinking about a different avenue of questioning and decided to go for it. “Could you love a child that wasn’t yours?”

  “Of course,” Hannah answered immediately. “That’s not what this is about. You said yourself that you needed time to let this soak in. You know you’d rather have a son or daughter who was biologically yours.”

  “What we want is you. We love you, Hannah,” Wyatt declared, waiting to see how she would react. “Do you love us?”

  Hannah didn’t answer. Wyatt lifted the paddle and brought it down, the smack echoing off the cabin walls. “I asked you a question, Hannah.”

  Hannah remained silent. Wyatt switched the paddle into his left hand, while he used his right to rub against her pussy. When he found her clit and heard her take a sharp breath, he brought down the paddle again.

  “Do you love us?”

  When she still didn’t answer, Wyatt used his middle finger and slowly inserted it into her pussy. He felt her walls try to clamp down, holding him in place, but he pulled back out. He thought he heard a little moan escape her lips.

  Whack!

  “Answer the question, Hannah.”

  “Maybe she needs a little encouragement,” Austin murmured, reaching underneath her. Wyatt knew the minute he pulled the clamp off of her nipple, because Hannah cried out, arching her back to receive another perfectly targeted smack. “Do you love us, baby doll?”

  Wyatt used the juices that were now flowing freely from her pussy and smeared them on her clit. Rolling her engorged flesh in between his fingers, he paddled her again. Austin must have tugged the other clamp off, because Hannah screamed.

  “Yes, I love you! All right? I love you! Now do something!”

  Wyatt knew his laugh came out strained, as he, too, wanted to do something about his impending release. Before he could put down the paddle, Austin had her flipped over and was feasting on her pussy. Hannah was almost sobbing now, lifting her hips into his brother’s face. Wyatt loved the way she had lost herself in the abandonment of their lovemaking.

  While Austin was enjoying himself, there was still more to do. He was about to go and get the items he needed when his name spilled from Hannah’s lips, stopping him in his tracks. Her green eyes were glued to his, although glazed with passion.

  “I want to taste you. I want your cock in my mouth.”

  Wyatt considered himself a strong man, but those quiet words that fell from her mouth brought him to his knees—literally. Wyatt climbed on the bed and placed a knee on either side of her head, feeding her his cock. Her pink lips made the perfect O as she accepted his wide dick. The hot moisture of her mouth felt like heaven, and Wyatt had to tilt his head back, gritting his teeth, to keep himself from coming too soon.

  The pressure she used when sucking him down felt exquisite, and Wyatt found himself pushing his cock further down her throat. To his amazement, she took what he gave her. Hannah let him slide past her throat muscles, swallowing him until he exploded. His seed spilled down her throat, and he screamed her name with every jet that escaped his cock.

  Hannah started to buck, indicating to Wyatt that Austin had brought her to orgasm. Wyatt let his cock slip from her mouth, allowing her the air she obviously needed. She yelled out as Austin kept licking her pussy, probably wanting to make sure he didn’t miss a drop of her honey. She was so lost in her release, and Wyatt was pleased she didn’t notice what he pulled out from underneath the bed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Hannah felt like she’d died and gone to heaven. She loved them. Finally admitting those words to them had been like a dam being broken. The relief she felt had been great, and the fact that they loved her, despite her imperfections as Shep had put it, was finally sinking home. Wyatt and Austin certainly had an unconventional way of getting her to admit the truth, but she wasn’t complaining.

  Austin finally moved from between her legs, slowly making his way up her body. He had turned her to sludge, and she was unable to move. She was so depleted that she didn’t think there was anything left in her to pleasure him. She was just about to tell him that she just needed to close her eyes for a second before continuing, when she heard Austin murmur what seemed to be approval.

  Opening one eye, she peeked up into Austin’s face and saw that he was looking to the side of the bed. Finally gathering enough energy to open her other eye, she looked to where Wyatt was setting something down on the end of the bed. It was a huge black case, with big metal clips.

  “Wyatt, what is that?” Hannah asked, even though she was sure she didn’t want to know.

  “A little something to get things started again,” Wyatt said with a wink. He reached inside and pulled out a black device with a cord attached.

  “Um, how about a little shut-eye? I’ll be good in thirty minutes,” Hannah suggested, hoping that they would agree. Whatever that little black thing did, if it had a cord, it couldn’t be good.

  “Austin and I would prefer to warm you up this way.”

  She watched as Wyatt continued to put the apparatus together, seeing him attach a glass tube with a round end to the black device. Hannah was startled when Austin slipped the silk black blindfold over her eyes. Not liking that she couldn’t see what they were doing, Hannah voiced her concerns.

  “Guys, that thing looks complicated, and that is never a good thing.” Hannah wiggled on the bed, making
her displeasure known.

  “Austin, did we change the rules? You know, the one where Hannah is only to speak when spoken to?”

  “Nope,” Austin replied. She felt his breath across her breast, right before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. The little hard pebble was sensitive after having those evil clamps on them, although Hannah would be the first to admit that they added to her excitement.

  Before Hannah could ask if the contraption that was in his possession would hurt, she felt something warm start to slide up her leg. It was rather calming, and as he slowly trailed it up her leg and over her hip, she relaxed. He made little circles around her belly button. He drew it up the middle of her breast and down her left arm. She could get used to this. It was almost as if it was a light massage.

  Hannah let her body sink into the mattress, relishing in the heat Austin was radiating from the device. Her mind slowly started to drift, liking that Wyatt and Austin weren’t speaking, but instead, letting her enjoy their administrations. The little tool they were using was smooth, and her skin enjoyed its movements. Not being able to see was an added benefit, as far as she could tell, because all it did was cause her to relax more. She had just started to drift when Wyatt pulled the round glass up over her nipple, causing her to give them a sleepy smile. The clear tool looked like a lollipop, with swirls that ended in the middle.

  Zap!

  “Oh!” Hannah’s body jerked, coming instantly wide awake as the tiny electrical jolt shot through her nipple and seemed to find its own way down to her pussy. “What the hell was that?”

  For asking her question, she was jolted again. Then again, she had used a cuss word. Hannah kept forgetting the rule about not speaking, but for crying out loud, it felt like she’d been electrocuted. Biting her lip, she got what she’d hoped for, and that was the warm feeling she’d felt earlier. Had he done that because she had been falling asleep? Hannah kept herself rigid for a few minutes, waiting for the bolt that would connect to her skin, but it never came. Gradually, Hannah made herself relax.