by Mia Ashlinn
She moaned softly as Landon seated the plug fully. In response, Shane groaned. He clasped her head with his rugged hands, imprisoning her face as he fucked it. The feel of his rough, callused skin against her softer, smoother face soothed her. The sensation aroused her.
Arching her back, she unintentionally fought Shane’s hold, nearly biting his shaft in the process. He tightened his grip on her face, keeping her in place. He continued to piston into and out of her mouth. His groans escalated with each plunge, coming closer together and sounding louder than ever.
Behind her, Landon fitted himself between her outspread legs. Then, without mercy or a moment’s notice, he thrust into her pussy. His primitive plunge drove her forward, pressing her face further into Shane’s hands.
Shane didn’t allow her to move far. Between his hands and cock, she wasn’t going anywhere. And with the way they were fucking her, that was a damn good thing.
Katie-Anne relaxed between her husbands, letting them do all the work. Softening, she took what they gave—Shane in her mouth, Landon in her pussy. They fucked her holes with a voracity and a ferocity that she’d never experienced. Not even with them.
One plunge after another, their cocks destroyed her then built her back up again. Her orgasm drew her body tight, pulling every muscle she had taut like the strings on a bow. She shuddered as both of her husbands’ cocks swelled in her holes. They stiffened, their whole bodies stilling. And so did she. Then they all came—together.
Shane’s hoarse shout of fulfillment rang in her ears, the sound overriding her ecstatic exultation and Landon’s earthy bellow. His body shook as his cum shot into her mouth in long, ribbon-like streams. As soon as his salty essence flowed over her tongue, she swallowed, drinking him and luxuriating in the intoxicating taste.
At the same time, Landon arched his back, ramming his cock into her as far as he could go. His cum exploded out of his cock, inundating her pussy with the hot fluid.
Warmed from head to toe, she gave herself over to her orgasm, allowing it free reign over her body. The walls of her cunt spasmed in giant contractions, and she convulsed. Every part of her body seized then relaxed in one lengthy action.
Folding underneath her, Katie-Anne’s shaking legs gave out, and she nearly fell to the floor. The two men she’d married caught her in a hurry then lowered her carefully to the floor. They dropped down on each side of her, cuddling her close.
“That was…” Landon trailed off.
Katie-Anne tried to finish his statement, but she barely managed, “Wow, that was…” before she trailed off, too.
“The beginning,” Shane murmured. “We were warming up for the real thing.”
Oh, God. “I can’t,” she said, shaking her head. “I must rest.”
Shane lifted his head and grinned. “No rest for the wicked. Besides, I haven’t dominated you yet. By the time we’re done, you’re going to need food and sleep—in no particular order.”
“Make it something sweet,” she muttered without moving.
“A chocolate milkshake it is,” Landon declared.
Too tired to nod, she mumbled, “Mmhhmm.”
The thought of her favorite sweet treat appealed to her. But after the two sweet dishes she’d reveled in, love for her husbands and pride in herself, she didn’t want or need anything else. She had the thing she needed most in Shane and Landon’s arms—their love. And that was her sweetest dish. That was the only dish that mattered to her.
As sleep pulled Katie-Anne under, one last thought popped into her mind, and she smiled. Who needs revenge or a chocolate milkshake? I’ve got Shane and Landon to keep my sweet tooth satisfied. Well that…and other things.
Chapter 15
The next evening, Katie-Anne whipped her BMW Roadster into the parking lot at Her Majesty’s Pleasure and sped straight into the first open spot she saw. With a frown, she swiftly cut the engine off, severing the sound of Grace Potter’s haunting voice midserenade. Glancing down at her watch, she cursed. “Damn it. I’m late.” Really, really late. Shan’s going to kick my ass.
Grimacing, Katie-Anne grabbed her purse and threw open the door then launched herself out of the driver seat. She groaned as she moved, her overused muscles screaming in protest. After the past twenty-four hours, she wasn’t surprised that her body was exhausted. Her husbands had been determined to push her boundaries, to show her their brand of domination. And they had—many times over. Other than when Kane was awake, the two men had kept her delightfully busy in the bedroom as they made up for lost time. If it weren’t for her promise to help the girls prepare tomorrow’s Thanksgiving feast, she’d still be between her husbands, probably with a crop caressing her ass cheeks.
Grumbling under her breath in annoyance, Katie-Anne slammed the car door behind her and stalked through the darkness before marching up the two stairs that separated the parking lot and the sidewalk. She crossed the pavement then swung open the front door.
A man’s agitated voice greeted Katie-Anne. Only he wasn’t talking to her. He was on his cell phone. “Brooklyn, I can’t do this anymore. I—have to go. I have to leave Serenity,” Sam said just a mere second before he rammed into her.
Stumbling, Katie-Anne grabbed onto Sam by the lapels of his jacket and steadied herself. Her head came up quickly, and she peered at Her Majesty’s Pleasure’s delicious bartender. Obviously flustered, Sam’s face flushed, a ruddy color sweeping across his high cheekbones. Katie-Anne was surprised to find that embarrassment looked good on him. But she didn’t think it wise to say that to him at the moment.
“Katie-Anne.” Sam gasped, apparently horrified that she’d heard him. “I–I–I’m sorry,” he stammered. Without hanging around, he silently disentangled himself from her grip then took off, whispering into the phone as he vanished from sight.
Coughing dryly, Katie-Anne fumbled with the front door before widening it and ducking inside. As soon as she stepped into the pub, she saw Jaycee arguing with Shannon behind the bar. Her two best friends were heading in the direction of the recently remodeled kitchen.
“I will not call Katie-Anne,” Jaycee declared. “She’s a big girl. She can get her ass here to help on her own.”
From Katie-Anne’s view of Shannon’s profile, it looked as though she scowled. “You can ask her to pick up something from Garrett’s Groceries, hooker. She’ll never even know.”
Jaycee shook her head. “No, she’s probably getting fucked, and I’m not about to break that up. Katie-Anne would kill me, and Shane would have my husbands tan my hide.” She giggled. “Maybe I should call her after all.”
“No need,” Katie-Anne hollered with an evil smirk, throwing a major kink in her best friends’ plan. “I’m here.”
“Damn it,” Jaycee swore as she spun around. “I was digging the idea of getting my ass spanked when I got home.”
Shannon rotated to face Katie-Anne. With a grin, she elbowed Jaycee. “I’ll spank that pretty ass of yours.”
Blowing Shannon a kiss, Jaycee retorted, “Now or later?”
“Later,” Katie-Anne answered for Shannon. “We need to get to work so I can get home.”
“So you can get laid,” Jaycee said with her typical sassiness.
Eyeing Katie-Anne, Shannon shook her head knowingly. “So you can get laid, again.”
You have no idea, my dear. In the mood to gloat, Katie-Anne winked wickedly. “It would be more like again times ten.” Stroking her chin, she amended, “Or more.”
“Bitch,” Jaycee sneered.
“You’re just jealous,” Katie-Anne countered.
“You’re damn straight,” Jaycee said. “I want to move the way you’re moving.”
Confused, Katie-Anne peered down at her body. When she didn’t see anything unusual, she glanced up and inquired, “The way I’m moving?”
Shannon nodded. “You have the decadent look of a woman who’s been tied up, whipped, and fucked.”
Katie-Anne giggled. “You forgot the nipple clamps.”
/> “Oh my God,” Jaycee breathed. “I hate you. I’ve been here, slaving over a stove. And you’ve been having playtime. Something is wrong with this picture.”
Katie-Anne shrugged. But before she could brag anymore, the front door to Her Majesty’s Pleasure flew open and revealed a wild-eyed Ella. Hovering behind her was Leila’s sister, Lainey. The notoriously sweet woman with hair the color of chocolate and big hazel eyes had tears streaking down her pale face. Her curvy body trembled visibly, and she sniffled.
Katie-Anne’s heart ached for Lainey. After years of working together in the art world, Katie-Anne had grown accustomed to moments like this one, times when Leila had pulled some stunt that had landed Lainey in deep shit with someone—usually her parents.
Heaving a sigh, Ella tugged Lainey into the bar. She dragged the clearly distraught woman across the hardwood floor before situating her next to Katie-Anne. “Look who I found,” Ella said. “She’s in search of my sister. Is Molly-Grace here?”
Shannon nodded. “Of course, she is. Molly-Grace is handling the desserts for tomorrow.”
“That’s what I thought,” Lainey croaked, speaking for the first time since she’d arrived. “Can someone get her? I–I–I need to see her.”
“Sure thing,” Shannon replied as she pivoted and shuffled for the kitchen.
Left in strained silence, Katie-Anne searched for something to say, anything to do to break the tension choking the air around them. But she came up empty handed. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one. Jaycee, Ella, and Lainey remained as quiet as Katie-Anne.
Thankfully, a few moments later, Molly-Grace appeared in the doorway with Shannon right behind her. Spotting her best friend, Molly-Grace rushed forward and hugged Lainey. “What happened?” she asked. “What did she do this time?”
Shaking her head against Molly-Grace’s shoulder, Lainey muttered something Katie-Anne couldn’t hear. Dying to know what the other woman was saying, Katie-Anne leaned forward slightly, straining to make out the soft-spoken words Lainey uttered next. “My parents found out about Leila.”
Molly-Grace gasped. “They know about Leila and Marvin?”
Lainey nodded. “And they blame me for not telling them sooner. Now the whole story is going to be front page news tomorrow, and we’ll be ruined.”
Pissed off and completely confused, Katie-Anne cursed. “Son of a motherfucking bitch. They’re pissed at you?”
“Wait,” Shannon exclaimed. “Front page news tomorrow? What the hell happened? Who found out what? I’m so fucking lost.”
Pulling back, Molly-Grace released Lainey and spun her to face everyone. She stepped aside and said, “I’m confused. I didn’t think anyone knew about your sister’s affair, except you and me.”
Katie-Anne’s stomach flipped over, and she felt nauseous. Gulping, she waited to hear what Lainey was about to say. This isn’t going to be good, not good at all.
“Can I sit down?” Lainey inquired. “I’m not feeling so good.”
Curving an arm around Lainey, Molly-Grace guided her friend to one of the stools at the bar. She helped her up then scurried onto the seat beside her. “Better?” Molly-Grace asked.
“Much,” Lainey replied.
With an inaudible groan, Katie-Anne joined Lainey, sitting on her other side. “Get her something to drink, J,” she ordered.
Lainey shook her head. “No. I need to keep a clear head.” Sniffling again, she gave a self-deprecating laugh. “As clear as I can at the moment.”
On the other side of the bar, Jaycee and Shannon moved to stand side by side in front of Lainey. Neither of them spoke. Then Ella skirted around the bar’s edge and settled next to Shannon. She smiled at Lainey and patted her hand comfortingly. “Tell us what’s going on, Lainey. We can’t help you until you do.”
Nodding, Lainey rendered a half smile. “Thanks. But I don’t think any of you can help me.” She cleared her throat. “My family found out a few hours ago that Leila has been having an affair with the senator-elect they’ve been funding. According to Vince Little, you all already know that.”
Whoa. Vince Little? What does Brenton’s boyfriend have to do with this?
“He overheard you guys talking about my sister and her indiscretions,” Lainey said. “Apparently, the guy’s a reporter, and he did some research. What he found made quite the story, so he sold it to some trashy tabloid that will publish it in tomorrow’s special edition.”
Befuddled, Katie-Anne didn’t know what to think, and she definitely didn’t know what to say. On one hand, they’d won. Leila wouldn’t be able to come out of this without some scratches and scars. But on the other, Lainey had lost because she would suffer as much as her sister did.
“Where’s The Bitch now?” Shannon demanded to know, diving into the heart of the matter. Her face colored as she clearly realized that she’d called Lainey’s sister a bitch. “Oops. Sorry Lainey.”
Lainey shook her head. “No, it’s fine. She is a bitch. Trust me, no one knows better than I do. I just wish I could have stood up to her.”
Could have? Curious about Lainey’s cryptic comment, Katie-Anne whispered, “What do you mean?”
“She’s gone,” Lainey announced. “Leila left town after my parents threw her out.”
Every woman in the room gasped simultaneously, their shock silencing them. But Katie-Anne recovered quickly. “Threw her out? As in bye-bye Bitch?”
“Hot damn,” Shannon squealed, speaking over Katie-Anne. “She’s out of our hair and out of our lives.”
However, Shannon spoke too soon. When the last word fell from her lips, the front door opened and Leila walked in. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. My sister is talking to the worthless witches who finally beat me.” Crossing her slender arms over her chest, she frowned. “I hope you’re happy. I’m leaving town, and I won’t be coming back.”
Skeptical, Katie-Anne arched her eyebrow at The Bitch. “Ever?”
Leila nodded as she wandered all the way inside the bar. For the first time, Katie-Anne got a true glimpse of their arch-nemesis. The normally immaculate woman truly seemed defeated. With her helter-skelter hair, her makeup smeared, and her skewed clothing, she looked worse than Katie-Anne had ever seen her. And despite her intense loathing, Katie-Anne felt bad for The Bitch.
“I have no reason to come back,” Leila declared as she flicked a gaze over to her younger sister. “My family is dead to me. The people here hate me. And I hate them. So no, I don’t think I’ll be coming back.”
“Leila,” Lainey murmured. “Mom and Dad will forgive you. They always do.”
Leila sniffed. “No, they won’t. I’ve dragged their precious name through the mud. They’ll never forgive me for that.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing,” Lainey said, her voice firming in a way Katie-Anne had never heard it. “You need to start over. Go somewhere there’s no one who knows who you are and what you’re capable of. Then maybe, you can grow up and be the adult you should have been a long time ago.”
“Oh, little sister.” Leila sighed, her lips twitching in patent aggravation. “I can do that, but can you? Since Mommy Dearest and Daddy Douchebag kicked you out, you have nowhere to go. What’ll you do? Come with me?”
“Fuck no,” Lainey spat, venom practically flying out of her mouth. “I’ve lived under your thumb long enough. I’d rather be homeless and starve to death than spend another day living and working with you.”
Shockingly, Leila flinched. “Your loss,” she said, her eyes sparkling with what appeared to be unshed tears. Blinking a couple of times, Leila’s eyes seemed to clear, and a bit of her old persona reappeared. With a half-assed haughty smile, she shrugged. “I guess it’s time for me to get the hell out of this dumpy town.”
No one in the room said a word. But Lainey rose to her feet clumsily. She muttered something indistinguishable then rushed away. Hopping up, Molly-Grace followed her, calling, “Lainey, wait up,” as she chased behind her.
Leila clearly
got the message. Wheeling around, she ambled out of the pub without speaking another word. The door slowly closed and clicked after her, the finality of the sound not lost on Katie-Anne.
“Wow,” Shannon breathed. “The Bitch is tucking her tail between her legs and running. Who would have thought? I expected lots of posturing, blustering, and some serious threatening.”
Clearing her throat, Ella said, “That was…interesting.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Shannon retorted. “We finally won.”
Twirling a lock of her long, curly blonde hair, Jaycee stared off into space, a blank look on her pretty face. “Am I the only one who felt kind of bad for her?”
“No,” Ella answered. “After everything she’s done, I didn’t really enjoy seeing her like that. Talk about a hollow victory.”
Deep down, Katie-Anne hadn’t enjoyed it either. The Bitch had been tormenting the girls in town for years, but something about seeing her defeated didn’t do a thing for Katie-Anne. She figured it was because of her epiphany the other night. Knowing that she could savor the sweetest dish every day of her life had changed her perspective in a way she’d never expected. And now, she felt bad for anyone who hadn’t been blessed with the kind of love she had, even Leila.
Maybe one day she’ll change. Maybe one day she’ll find love. Katie-Anne didn’t really believe she would, but it was a nice thought. Glancing around, Katie-Anne smiled at her friends. “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. We shouldn’t be standing around, looking pitiful. We have things to do so I can get home.” With a wink, she amended, “So we can all get home and count our blessings.”
Shannon lit up. “Every single inch of them,” she said, grinning naughtily.
Jaycee snorted. “Are we talking whole body? Or are we talking about our favorite appendages? If it’s the men’s entire bodies, I won’t make it to Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. If it’s their dicks, I might be able to squeeze dinner in.”
