by Shae Shannon
He rubbed his hand through his hair, appearing lost in his own thoughts. “Emmie, I have always loved you. I just thought it would be better for you if I was your protector instead of your lover. I wanted you to know that no matter what, I would always be there for you. In my opinion, no one is good enough for you. Not me, my brothers, no one in the world, sweetheart. After Trent put his hands on you, I knew in an instant that I couldn’t fight my love for you anymore. I wanted to die the second I saw your poor little body in a pile on the ground. You were so beat up, sweetheart. I knew that if you pulled through, I would never let you be left unprotected again. You are mine, Emms. Mine forever, whether you like it or not, you are stuck with me.” His eyes had taken on more of a shiny appearance, revealing the trapped emotion he had.
EmmaLee reached her arms around his neck and held on to him like her life depended on it. Even after his outpour of emotions, he still hadn’t said that he loved her. It was now or never, and she refused to be a chicken any longer. She loosened her grip just enough to look into his eyes, and laid her heart on the line. “I love you, Dixon Alan Dennison.” Her simple statement left him speechless, and started the evil ball of insecurities rolling around her head.
After a long moment of silence, he smiled. He pulled her nose against his, and finally eased her mounting anxiety. “EmmaLee Brooke Anderson, I have always loved you. From the cute little piggy-tailed girl, to the awkward lanky teenager, to the beautiful woman you have become. You are mine, forever.” When the final word whispered past his lips, he crushed her mouth against his in a hungry, demanding order. It soon turned into something hot and wild, and wound into the stage that clothes were about to be torn off when the door swung open. They both jumped, like two kids caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
Lyndon and Jase stepped through the door and spotted EmmaLee sitting in Dixon’s lap and grinned the biggest toothy cheeses she had ever seen. “Emmie! You are awake!” Jase was the first to sprint across the room and snatch her up in his arms in a bear hug. Before she could release her breath, he had his mouth locked to hers and seemed to know exactly where Dixon had left off because it went from “hello” to “holy hell take me now” in an instant. Instead of pulling back or fighting it, she allowed herself to just fall into the moment and enjoy every mouthwatering, hospital granny panty-wetting, hard nipples rubbing against the thin gown moment. Jase didn’t let up for a long time. He kept her submerged in the pool of his love until Lyndon all but pulled her out of his arms and unlatched their mouths with a loud pop. Once again, her head still swam in the seas of passion when Lyndon took over where Jase was cut off. In the deep recesses of her mind, she knew that they were intentionally keeping her in a drunken state of lust, but didn’t care. Hospital or not, these were her men, and she didn’t give a flip who walked in.
The two people who could put an end to the almost hottest sex ménage ever performed in a hospital bed walked in, stopping them all in their tracks. Lyndon set her back on the bed, taking special care in holding the back of her gown shut until she got covered. “The nurses said that you were awake, girl. I am so glad you are going to be okay.” Jeremy stepped over and hugged her tight, dropping a kiss on her cheek. Lilly was soon at his side, and all but shoved him out of the way to get to her. Both of her hands cradled her face as she smothered her in kisses.
“Oh, sweetheart! I am so glad you are okay. Don’t ever scare me like that again, do you hear me? You are my only daughter and I refuse to let anything ever happen to you again!” Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, smearing her neatly applied makeup.
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you guys for everything. I am so glad you came.” She hugged Lilly again before pulling back to try and put an end to everyone’s fussing over her.
Jeremy had walked out of the room, only to return with a bunch of chairs to accommodate everyone. The boys all thanked him, but instead crowded on the bed around her. Jeremy smiled and shook his head.
Dixon huffed. “Word sure does travel fast. I got a whopping thirty minutes with her before the whole clan showed up. I don’t even know how the nurses knew. They must have this room rigged with cameras or something.” Dixon’s pout created a few stifled chuckles. He attempted to shoot them all a dirty look, but fell short. It was too hard to even pretend to be irritated when he was gushing happiness for the first time in his life.
The rest of the day, all of the Dennisons, their extended family, friends, church members, and pretty much all of Small Town, had dropped in to check on her and visit. The nurses had carried in tables to set up in the waiting area for all of the dishes of casseroles, desserts, salads, meat platters, appetizers, and side dishes that were brought. There was enough food to feed an army, and even the doctors and nurses had a free, home-cooked meal. They had extended visiting hours to allow everyone the chance to greet her and see for themselves that she was okay, and finally locked the doors at almost eleven o’clock, forcing Tina out and away from EmmaLee’s side.
Emmie sat snuggled between her three men, feeling happier and more protected than she had ever felt in her life. For the first time in her life, she allowed her family to not drag her down. “The whole town came to see me today. People I didn’t even know, and yet, my dad and his loony wife didn’t even call. I guess it really shows who my real family is, and who doesn’t deserve a spot in my thoughts and heart.” She wiggled down and tossed her legs over Lyndon and laid her head on Jase while she sat on Dixon’s lap. The comfort they gave her was like nothing she had ever experienced in her life. This was what love and family was all about.
Even while she slept, all three took turns keeping guard, and massaging every muscle in her body. She would wake periodically, seeing that it was someone else rubbing her legs and feet, back, neck, or scratching her head. Her most favorite thing in the world was to have her hair played with and her head scratched. It put her to sleep instantly. She woke with the warmest feeling she had ever felt before in her life, after the absolute best sleep she had ever had. Dixon, Lyndon, and Jase were already awake and had sent for a huge breakfast that now spread out over the bedside table. She barely had time to wipe the sleep from her eyes before she was swept up in hugs and kisses.
She had to smile at their overaffection, and knew that there was no better way for her to wake up. They all ate their fill, and helped her shower and change into a new outfit Lilly had brought by for her to wear home. Before lunchtime, she was loaded up into Dixon’s red rig and whisked home.
It was the greatest feeling in the world to finally feel like she belonged, and basked in the essence of family unity. She fell right back in routine, helping with dinner while the boys took care of a few things on the ranch. When they all sat down at the table to eat, she cleared her throat in attempts to make an announcement. “I am not usually one to make a formal announcement like this, but I feel it only necessary to tell you all thank you. Never in my life have I felt this loved and accepted. You all are my real family, and have been all along. I am sorry that I didn’t see it before, and always kept my distance. You have all been there for me my whole life and I love you guys so much. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” She did her best at swallowing the tears that stung the back of her eyes and tightened her throat, and took a drink of her grape pop. When she looked back up, everyone was staring at her. She felt her face begin to heat, and embarrassment starting to take over.
Lilly finally reached over and patted her on the arm. “Emmie, love, you have got to quit turning bright red when people stop to admire how much you are blossoming, sweetheart. We have known all along that you belong with us, and it is about time that you have realized it, too.” She squeezed her arm lovingly, and turned to Jeremy. “Baby, would you please say grace for us?” He answered with a smile and a wink, and bowed his head. He thanked God for everything they had, asked him to bless their food, and made a point to thank him specifically for EmmaLee. Her heart swelled that much more, forcing out even more of the negativity and insecurities that pla
gued her.
A huge smile plastered across her face, as she knew without a doubt things were looking so much better. I have a mom and dad that love me, not one, but three men that are as deeply in love with me as I am them, and a hot shower waiting. Life is great. If I can finally convince said three men that I am healthy as an ox and get them to take advantage of me and do dirty, kinky things tonight, life will be perfect. Her eyes lingered a little too long on each of them, revealing a little too much of her deep, dark, naughty thoughts. Lyndon licked his lips and smiled, Jase gave her a wink, but Dixon’s expression was lethal. There was nothing funny about his intense, animalistic stare. She could feel the heat shoot through his eyes, and straight to her kitty. He didn’t break the contact until she dropped her gaze, making sure that she knew without a doubt that he was in charge and had something more than she had ever experienced in store for her. She darted a look at Jeremy and Lilly to see if they had noticed the sexual tension that suddenly surrounded the family dinner table, and released a deep breath of relief to see that they were engaging in their own conversation and oblivious to their X-rated shenanigans.
After the dishes had been cleared, cleaned, and put away, and all were in the front room enjoying a drink, Dixon excused himself and left quietly. She sent a questioning look to Jase and Lyndon who both shrugged and dismissed it without a second thought. She politely dropped the subject, but as the minutes turned into a couple of hours, her mind got even more suspicious. She tried a few times to whisper to either Jase or Lyndon who had her sandwiched between them, but every time they shut her up with a temperature-raising, earth-shattering kiss.
It had grown late, and Lilly and Jeremy rose to excuse themselves to retire for the night, giving hugs to all three before heading upstairs. Jase and Lyndon seemed to be sending unspoken messages over her head, before standing and guiding her to her feet.
“Why are you guys acting so funky? Are you leading me to my execution or something?” She laughed nervously, trying to joke information from the two secretive, sexy cowboys.
“Nice try, sweetheart. We are not leaking any details. I do promise you that you will be as far away from death as you ever will in your life tonight.” Lyndon looped his arm through hers.
“I don’t know how correct ol’ Lyndon here is, darlin’. I think you will be as close to heaven as you ever will in your life before you die.” Jase, too, took hold of her other arm, and they sauntered out of the living room and down to the basement apartment.
Chapter 12
The three reached the bottom of the stairs, and stopped at the door leading into her basement apartment. EmmaLee didn’t seem to notice the shred of material that was hanging from the doorknob before Lyndon picked it up and proceeded to tie it over her eyes. Anticipation radiated from them, sending a chill over her. She knew something was up, but had no clue what they could have managed to conjure.
“You guys are blindfolding me before we even go in? Is there like a secret handshake and a knock-in code requirement, too?” EmmaLee did a little shiver shake, giving away her uncertainty.
Jase snickered, dropping a reassuring kiss on her cheek. “Don’t be nervous, darlin’, I promise you will enjoy what we have planned.” Anticipation bubbled through Jase as he led them through the door.
Dixon hadn’t had his opportunity to claim her like the others, and tonight Jase had assured him that he was in charge of it all. He wanted to make sure that Dixon had a moment with her alone before they all fucked her after their warm-ups. His big brother didn’t disappoint. The room was amazing. He had scattered candles throughout and cut all other light sources, leaving a warm glow throughout the room. The space had been cleared of all furniture but the bed, and an array of odd-shaped objects had been brought in. In one corner stood a wooden cross-type structure, complete with metal rings and silky purple ropes. Over where the little couch had once been was a padded table of sorts, which had a slope on one side and a short flat surface at the top. It was low to the ground and knee length from the floor. A table that had soft cushions and velvety blankets scattered on top had various metal rings attached to it, and an arch that stretched above with the same rings. Soft, plush, black velvet ropes were hooked through the above rings and left dangling down. A small table held an array of sex toys, from floggers and padded handcuffs to dildos, anal plugs, beads, nipple clamps, and a single tail whip. Dixon stood in the corner with a huge grin on his face, dressed in jeans and black leather chaps, no shirt, and a black Stetson hat. He put his finger to his lips to keep the guys quiet from commenting, and motioned for them to lead her over to the cross.
Lyndon and Jase both leaned in and kissed her on the cheeks before leading her by her hands. Before they made it over to where Dixon waited, she broke the silence. “Why are you guys being so quiet? What are you doing? Where is Dixon?” Her questions began snowballing faster and faster, with her breathing following the same increasing pace.
Lyndon and Jase both backed off, allowing Dixon to take over. His voice was low and commanding, vibrating around them in the room. “Hush, Emmie. This is about you being able to relax and trust. That is the point of the blindfold. Tonight you give yourself totally over to us. You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question. You will not move unless I instruct you to move. You do not think tonight. We are going to do it all for you, and erase all of the insecurities that you are still hanging onto. Do you understand?”
She shook her head “yes” and chewed nervously on her lip.
“I asked you a question. When you answer me when we play like this, you will answer ‘yes, sir.’ Now, do you understand, Emmie?” His deep tone visibly shook her.
She answered, “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He kissed her forehead, earning a small, unsure smile.
Dixon nodded at Jase, instructing them to remove her clothes. Their hands gently grazed up and down her arms and legs, back, front, butt, and even stroked through her hair. Their caresses were to ease her anxiety and get the blood flowing to awaken her sense of feeling. In the process, her silky skin awakened something in his jeans. Dixon grunted. Control. I can’t go blowing in my jeans before we get started. I would never hear the end of it. Fuck.
Their hands moved up the edges of her clothing, scooting farther and farther under its barrier. To build her anticipation, they caressed her in erratic patterns, trying to keep her guessing where the next touch would land. While Lyndon distracted her, Jase took the task of removing her shirt. Instead of quickly pulling it off over her head, it was slowly and painstakingly raised, inch by inch until it rolled just under her breasts. No matter how much she squirmed or moved, they wouldn’t quicken their intentionally slow pace. Thumbs traced the shirt ring around her torso, tickling and teasing just mere centimeters from the bottom crease of her delicious breasts.
She arched toward the source of relief. Her actions only rewarded her with Dixon’s scolding growl. “Oh no you don’t. I told you, we are in control of your body. You don’t get the option of trying to guide us in any way. Now, I need you to pick a word that you can say to stop us at any time, no questions asked. What do you want it to be, EmmaLee?”
EmmaLee’s body stiffened. Her mouth twisted into a worried, scowl. Once again, something as simple as picking a word sent her into her insecure, self-doubt pose. Her whole demeanor shifted, allowing Jase to see her trigger points. Whatever it was that ran through the poor girl’s head had her afraid and overwhelmed. Tonight we fix this shit for good. Next time we blindfold her and tell her to pick a word, she will be tying that bitch on herself, instead of cowering like a scared bunny. I could kill whoever made her feel like this!
Dixon’s voice had lowered, but instead taken on a smoother, soothing tone. “Emmie, stop thinking. There is no right or wrong answer. We need to know that you are comfortable enough in knowing that we won’t push you into anything you don’t want, sweetheart. I am going to test your boundaries, and lead you to the edge of your threshold. If you say your word, we will st
op and find out what scared or hurt you. If you say it, we will stop, period. Now, what word do you want to use?”
They had quit touching her, allowing her head to be fully focused on the importance of safety. Her knees began to tremble enough that Jase wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her. His touch must have helped because her body straightened with her shoulders squared. Without further hesitation, her mouth opened and blurted out, “Cold shower!”
Jase had to slap his hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out in laughter. It was just like her to pick her one most hated thing in the world. It appeared Lyndon and Dixon both had found amusement from it as well, due to the rolling of the eyes and huge grins they sported. With a curt nod, Dixon took back the mood of the atmosphere. “Good. Now, just so we are clear, you don’t use this word lightly, Emm. It is for if and when you are scared or in pain. I promise everything will stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Her confident answer surprised him, and swelled his heart with pride. Dixon seemed to share the same reactions.
“Good.” Dixon again nodded to the boys, instructing them to continue. Their hands resumed in the same position they had been in. Her body remained stiffly squared off, causing smiling looks to shoot between the three men.
Jase could feel the change in her, and knew she was acting hard as nails to show them she was strong. Around every turn she still managed to surprise him. The softer touch in Dixon’s voice had worked in easing her.
Jase deliberately traced his finger from the bottom crease of her full breasts up the center, slowing before moving over the tightly pebbled peaks that were begging for attention. Her breath sucked in between her teeth, only to be replaced with her bottom lip. She bit down from habit, chewing and fidgeting. He brought his lips to flutter the warmth of his breath across her ear, and whispered soft enough where only she could hear, “Relax, darlin’. Let us make you feel good.” He followed it with a lick up the curvature of her cute little elf ear. A visible shiver traveled up the length of her body. He melted at how responsive she was with all three of them. After he had the garment shoved up under her arms, he stopped to admire the view. Never in his life had he seen such perfect tits. They spoke to him, begging to be tasted. Knowing that Dixon was running this show, he glanced in his direction for the go-ahead. Once Dixon caught sight of what had him drooling like a dog over a bone, he smiled and shook his head “no.” Irritation blossomed in his stomach, but he backed off and continued his task of unwrapping their present. He had to bite his tongue when Dixon waltzed over and took one of the tiny rosebuds in his mouth. She squirmed, clenching her thighs together. A pretty pink washed over the apples of her cheeks. She regained her stance, and even though her knees trembled, she did good at following her orders. Her teeth chomped her bottom lip more, adding to the sexy, flushed, flustered look she expressed
