by Sophie Oak
Nope. No way life with Chase Dawson would ever be boring.
Chase sat back on the bed, his body spread out like the most delicious man candy ever offered to a hungry girl. All that hotness balanced out his crazy.
“God, you’re paranoid. Could you hide that until after we’ve gotten married?” Ben asked, setting her on her not-too-stable feet. She couldn’t help but smile because she was faced with a wall of really gorgeous chests.
She let her fingers drift up to touch him. She felt a little drugged by it all, happily high on love and sex.
Chase’s voice deepened as he poured lube in his hand and started to slick up his cock. “Someone has to worry about snipers. They’re everywhere, you know. I’ll have Julian replace the glass with bulletproof. That’ll work. I’ll just annoy him until he does it. He’s still feeling shitty that I nearly got killed because some asshole mercenaries got into the building.”
That had her head turning. “What? Nearly killed?”
His hand didn’t leave his cock. It moved up and down, working that monster into a state. He winked her way. “It’s okay. Ben sniped the fucker. See. Snipers. They’re everywhere.”
“That is a story for another time.” Ben obviously didn’t want to exchange war stories. He gave her a gentle nudge. “Go on, baby. He’s ready. Ride that cock like the cowgirl you are.”
She started to straddle Chase, but he shook his head. “Wrong direction, sweetness. Ben got the first taste of your pussy. Your ass is mine. On your hands and knees. We’re going to have some fun with this.”
She turned, wondering exactly how this was going to work. Her breath hitched when his fingers foraged between her cheeks, and he slid the plug from her asshole. The full sensation was gone, replaced by a sense of emptiness.
Chase didn’t seem willing to let that go on for very long. He pulled back on her hips. “Hush, sweetness. Let me guide you. I want you to take what you can, and when you’re comfortable, just relax and let gravity do the rest.”
The head of his well-lubed cock fit to the opening of her asshole, nudging its way inside. It was odd. She was sitting back against him, so unlike she had thought it would be. Chase held her hips, but she was in control, pressing back and taking what she could handle. Hard. He was so stinking hard, and he was forcing her to make the decision. She pressed back, groaning as she impaled herself on the head of his dick. Ben had been right. That plug wasn’t quite as big as her men. She shook a little, but Ben was there right in front of her. He took her hands, helping her to balance.
“How does it feel?” Ben asked, his fingers tangling with hers. She was taking Chase’s cock deep inside, but she was facing Ben.
It felt intimate and dirty. “It hurts, but not bad. I like it. God, he’s torturing me with this.”
Chase chuckled behind her. She could feel that laugh all along her spine. “I like to torture my gorgeous little sub. Take it, sweetness. Take my cock up your ass. Ben is dying to get inside you, and he can’t until you manage to get my cock balls deep. Take it, Natalie.”
She panted, her breath sawing in and out of her chest. He had her on the ropes. Her thighs were screaming, and all she had to do was to sink back on his dick. To take him.
Taking him meant accepting him. Taking all of him. Yeah, she wanted every centimeter of Chase Dawson. The good. The bad. The intensely crazy.
She leaned back, allowing herself to sink onto that decadent, impossibly good, so-hard cock. He filled her up, leaving no room to breathe or think or be anything but what she already was, and there was a peaceful joy to that. She was Natalie. A survivor. A woman who had faced the darkest bit of her soul, and she could still fucking love a man. Hell, she was enough woman to love two of them.
She pressed down, taking every bit of Chase Dawson’s cock because that was who she was. She was woman enough for the whole fucking world, but in the end, she just wanted her men. Ben and Chase. Hers.
She wiggled until she felt his pelvis on the cheeks of her ass. She’d taken him. She had him, and she wasn’t about to fucking let him go.
“God, you feel so fucking good, sweetness.” Chase’s hands tightened on her hips. “You’re so tight.”
“She’s about to get tighter.” Ben pushed her back, her legs flowing alongside Chase’s. She felt so fluid, like she could handle anything. “I want in.”
And she wanted him in. She wanted them both. Her pussy pulsed, the thought of having her men deep inside making her quiver. “Come inside, babe.”
She let her back nestle against Chase’s chest. It was an odd position, but so intimate she could barely breathe, and she hadn’t missed the gift Chase had given his brother. Ben would be in control. Ben would be the one who moved her on and off Chase’s cock. Ben would be the one who brought them all to the edge and over.
Chase could have picked another position, one where he was the controlling factor, but he’d ceded control to Ben because Ben was important, too. Ben would lead them to stability, to a happy medium. Ben was the rock they would build their foundation on.
She lay back and let Ben move her legs around his hips. He lined his cock up.
His hands found her face. “I love you, Natalie.”
She smiled up, hoping her love showed through. “Back at you, Dawson. I love you so much.”
His jaw tightened, and he drove his cock home.
Natalie struggled to breathe. So fucking full. Two monster cocks filled her, both stirring restlessly inside her. One in her pussy and one in her ass. She couldn’t move in any way that didn’t make her deeply aware that they were inside her. Her pelvis lit up, strong sensations exploding from her core.
Ben leaned over, pressing himself deeper. “That’s what I wanted to see. You get it now, baby? Who do you belong to?”
She felt her lips tug up. Just days ago she would have resented the question, but she knew now that there were two sides to this question. “You and Chase. And who do you and Chase belong to?”
Kitten was right, not Gretchen. A Dom belonged to his sub as much as she belonged to him. They were locked together in love and longing and deep devotion.
“Oh, baby, we’re yours,” Ben groaned back.
“All yours, sweetness.” Chase pressed his cock up, lighting up her ass. “I don’t want anybody else.”
She was woman enough for them both. She could handle the Dawson brothers. She was their freaking submissive. She was their queen. In a true D/s relationship, the two were completely intertwined. Somehow the universe had brought her these two men, and she meant to keep them.
She was Natalie Buchanan, soon to be Dawson, and she was important. No one could take that from her. No one could make her less than what she was. She hadn’t realized it, but her worth had never been compromised. She was worthy. She deserved this love. She belonged in a beautiful world that she created by virtue of being born and working for it.
When the world she was in turned to hell, she would be strong enough to build another. She did not have to accept a goddamn thing.
“God, I need you both.” She took her pleasure, rocking against them both, her hips rolling.
Ben looked down at her, a savage look on his gorgeous face. “I will always give you what you need.”
He was off. They worked in perfect tandem, Ben pulling when Chase pressed. Chase fucking upward when Ben pulled out.
They were really one whole person, but somehow they’d been split into two beautiful souls, and for some crazy reason they loved her.
Because she was worthy and lovable and she completed them.
She clung to Ben, riding the wave. They filled every inch of her, and she welcomed them. Her body had always been meant for them. She wanted the pleasure they could give her. She wanted to please them back. She wanted to be a vessel for their children, their love one day translated into that most beautiful expression—a child to continue in the world, learning from the parents that this was a beautiful place.
The orgasm swept over her, sucking out the breath
and leaving pure sensation in its place.
Chase groaned, and she felt the hot wash of his semen coating her ass, filling her up.
Ben’s beautiful face tightened as he came, filling her womb with life-giving cum. He pressed inside, hips rolling over and over as he gave her everything he had.
His body fell on hers, rolling off and pulling her to the side. She was caught between the Dawson brothers, Ben cuddling her front and Chase her back. Heat surrounded her, four arms encasing her in warmth.
It was the best place in the whole world.
Chapter Seventeen
Ben groaned a little as he moved, stretching out. It was a good groan, the type that let a fellow know he was not only alive, but in good fucking company. His every muscle ached from the athletic sex he’d performed the night before.
Natalie had been perfect. Better than perfect because she’d been theirs and there was no question about it now. She was going to marry them, and their future was set.
Ben opened his eyes, the light causing him to focus on the ceiling above him.
Satisfaction settled in his veins. He was getting married. He was going to have kids and a place to call his own and the most beautiful wife in the world.
He was the fucking king.
He turned, reaching for Natalie.
“Dude, is there a reason you’re trying to spoon me?”
Ben growled because he shared that perfect vision with the other half of himself, the worse half. Yep. He wasn’t going to be able to get away from his freak older brother because Natalie loved his ass, too. And, yeah, that kind of made him happy. “Where is our wife?”
Chase turned away, his body shifting. His hand scrubbed through his hair as he forced himself up, looking around the playroom. “She’s not here. She must be in the bathroom. Or she’s eating breakfast since we didn’t feed her last night. I think that means we’re not good husbands.”
Ben snorted a little. He liked that word—husband. They didn’t need a piece of paper. They’d made her their wife the night before. Oh, they would get that piece of paper, but it was a done deal. “I think it means we were horny husbands. And she didn’t complain. I don’t think she should be allowed out of bed without waking one of us up.”
He didn’t like the idea of her running around on her own. Even just around the ranch.
“I think that’s worth at least twenty.” Chase obviously agreed.
His brother was always thinking of punishments. It filled his brain. It wasn’t like Ben didn’t think about getting his hand on Natalie’s ass, too, but it wasn’t his default position.
Except it kind of was now that Natalie wasn’t peacefully sleeping in between them. What the hell time was it?
He glanced at the clock. Ten a.m. Damn. He’d overslept. His stomach growled because he’d skipped dinner, too. He’d had an excellent time eating Natalie, but he still required calories. Ben sat up, stretching. “What went through your head last night?”
Natalie was probably in the bathroom. It was the perfect time to figure out exactly what had given his brother pause last night. There had been no way to miss that look on his brother’s face. He’d seen it many times before. As Chase had been tying Natalie up, he’d solved something on the case, and he hadn’t liked the conclusion. Ben had felt Chase’s anxiety and figured out it was about the case because his brother loved Natalie. There was no doubt in his mind about that. Chase was in. Ben didn’t have to worry about it. He did have to worry about who got to legally marry her. He would have to fight his brother for that honor, but it was okay. He trusted them. If he lost, Natalie would still be his wife. Chase would still be his brother. He would still have the family he’d longed for.
Chase turned to him, yawning a little. He sighed as though settling in to an unwanted task. His voice dropped to a whisper. “You remember that wall of pictures at the strip club?”
Ben had considered it a wall of horror. Pictures of clients and strippers. He tried to remember. It had been a bunch of photos of men in suits or uniforms or jeans and T-shirts, with their hands around women who weren’t their wives. It was prurient and he’d turned away, but good for Chase. He’d stared at that wall and memorized it, his brilliant brain holding on to the memory. “Yeah. I remember it was creepy as fuck.”
Chase lay back, looking more relaxed than Ben could ever remember him being. “So I studied that creepy-as-fuck wall of pictures, and I found someone who shouldn’t have been there.”
His brother was a bastard who wouldn’t just give up the information. He had to make a scene out of everything. He really would have been good on the stage. “Who? Tell me Juliet Kirkman used to be a stripper.”
Chase huffed a little. “I wish.” His voice went low. “It was Natalie’s friend. Gretchen. She was trying to hide her identity. She had a wig on and way more makeup than I’d seen her wearing before, but she has a scar on her face, just above her left eye. If I had to bet, I would say she got it from a nastily tipped flogger.”
Ben had seen that scar. “Who the hell would use a flogger on a woman’s face?”
“Well, they could have been newbie Doms trying it on her breasts and the falls went wide, but I think it was probably the psycho who kidnapped them all.”
God, he didn’t like to think about what Natalie had suffered through. Or Kitten. Gretchen had been there, too. She’d actually suffered the longest. “Okay. So Gretchen likes to strip on the side. Lots of women need the money.”
Chase huffed, his mind obviously working on the problem. “I ran her financials before I got here. She’s got plenty of money in the bank. Julian settled a ton of cash on each woman after Natalie killed the bastard. For all his chilly demeanor, the boss has a soft heart when it comes to strays.”
Ben slapped his brother’s arm. Hard. Yeah, that hurt. “Don’t call Natalie a stray.”
Chase winced a little. “Well, she isn’t a stray anymore. We domesticated her. I’ll get a collar on that little cat in the end, you’ll see. All I’m saying is that Gretchen has had a hundred grand in the bank for the last couple of years. Until two months ago, and then she started spending like crazy.”
“On what?”
“I don’t know.” Chase sat up, his whole demeanor turning vaguely sheepish.
“How can you not know? You follow every lead. You’re the one who sees a tiny rabbit hole and jumps right down it.”
Ben would almost swear his brother blushed. “I saw Natalie’s hole, and I tried really hard to jump down it. I didn’t really succeed until last night.”
How the mighty fell before one petite pink-haired cutie. “Okay. So we need to refocus that big brain of yours on the problem at hand. You got into Gretchen’s bank accounts?”
Chase shrugged like that little bit of hackery was no big deal. “Sure. I have the last couple of months’ reports on my computer, but the thing was the daily shit hadn’t changed. She bought a few groceries, though it looks like for the most part she eats out at the spa. She has an active Amazon account. The girl likes some nasty BDSM books. I’m not talking about Lexi’s little romances. Gretchen likes hard-core shit.”
“She’s spent a hundred thousand on sex books?”
“No. The money missing from her accounts has come out in seven wire transfers. All the exact same amount. Would you like to take a guess?”
Ben didn’t have to. He knew the drill. “Nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine dollars.”
Anything over ten thousand and the bank was required to report it to the IRS. Gretchen was trying to quietly fuel someone cash.
“Exactly,” Chase replied. “I sent out some feelers on the account she’s shipping the money to. It looks like some kind of investment company. It’s weird because if she’s really investing, she wouldn’t care about the government knowing. Dane is supposed to get me the company info today.”
Dane was one of the resident Doms at The Club, and he also was a high-powered lawyer with lots of connections in the business world.
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nbsp; Chase’s phone pinged. He reached out to the small nightstand and growled a little. “Looks like he came up with something. He just texted me. He’s sending me the company records in a few. Where the hell is Natalie?”
Chase got out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom. Ben groped around for his boxers. Unlike his nudist brother, he felt better with his junk covered up. No one in the Barnes-Fleetwood clan would likely bat an eye, but their sister was still around.
“Do you think Natalie knows Gretchen is stripping?” Ben asked, letting his voice rise because it was obvious to him that she wasn’t in the guesthouse. She’d probably gone to the main house, likely in search of food. It was what he would have done.
Chase strode back into the playroom. “When I talked to Natalie, she didn’t mention anything about Gretchen working anywhere else. She said Gretchen went into town a lot, but not for a job. I have to assume she didn’t know.”
Ben felt his stomach turn. Gretchen was Natalie’s friend. They’d been through hell together, and she counted on Gretchen. “Do you think she knew Stan?”
The grimace on Chase’s face told the tale. “She was in the picture with Stan. If I had to guess, she knew him intimately.”
Fuck. It was going to hurt Natalie. “Can we investigate her without Natalie knowing about it?” He kept his voice low, hoping Natalie couldn’t hear them.
“Are you willing to let her hang out with some chick who might be a killer?”
His brother had a point. God, he didn’t want to work this morning. He wanted to wait for Natalie and then make love all morning long. He wanted to wrap himself around her and forget that there was a craptastic world waiting for all of them. But he owed her. “Okay, well, you need to check out the report Dane sent, and I need to go lean on Gretchen a little.”
He would have to be careful how he did it, but he needed to get a feel for her. If she was just in trouble, then he could quietly handle it, and Natalie wouldn’t need to know.
