by Paige Warren
Synclair teased her, using short, shallow thrusts. She knew he was getting her pussy to stretch slowly to accommodate him but, damn it, she wanted him now! He was only halfway in when her nails bit into his shoulders and she growled at him.
“Fuck me already!”
His eyes were intense as he stared at her. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I have very little control as it is. I want to make this good for you.”
“Syn, it’s always good for me. Just the fact that you’re inside of me makes it damn near perfect.”
He kissed her again, ravaging her mouth, as he began thrusting into her harder and faster, her hips bumping against the wall behind her. Gemma raked her nails down his back and felt him shudder in response. He shifted and entered her from a different angle, rubbing against her G-spot with every stroke. Gemma moaned and dropped her head back against the wall.
Synclair powered into her with a driving force, making every nerve in her body sing. This was what she’d needed. To be completely owned by him. With a scream, she came, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock. It seemed to be all Synclair had been waiting for, as he thrust three more times then stilled inside of her. She felt his cock jerking as he came.
Another hungry kiss and he set her down on her feet. “Next time it will last longer.”
“I don’t think I would have survived if you’d kept going.”
He smiled and disposed of the condom. Wrapping her in his arms, he kissed again, a little slower this time. Her lips throbbed and felt swollen when he pulled away.
“What are you doing the rest of the day?” he asked.
“I thought I’d go home and work on my novel.”
He frowned. “I thought you’d already submitted it.”
“That was the first one. I already started another one. I want to be prepared in case the first one is accepted. It’s a series.”
He smiled. “It will be accepted. Because you’re an amazing woman and I’m sure you’re an amazing writer.”
The fact that he had such faith in her warmed her heart and brought a smile to her face. Her men didn’t just make her feel special in the bedroom, or in this case the back room of a tattoo shop. They made her feel special all the time, like she could be anything, do anything she wanted. She could tell them she wanted to become a professional singer, and even if she couldn’t carry a tune, they would stand by her side and cheer her on. She’d won the lottery when it came to having the best boyfriends ever. They’d not only saved her life, they’d shown her that love was possible, even when you weren’t looking for it.
Chapter Sixteen
The next night, Gemma stood in the kitchen at the Black house, fixing the meatloaf and mashed potatoes Elodie had taught her to make. She’d picked up a few recipes from her friend, but she still wasn’t the greatest cook in the world. But even if she burned the rolls, the guys always complimented her on her cooking. She knew they were full of shit, but it was nice that they appreciated the effort she put into making a meal for them.
Gemma set the table and placed the food in the center on trivets, something she’d had to purchase for the house. She’d actually added quite a few things. Some throw pillows and pictures in the living room. A small table by the front door, where she usually dropped her purse and keys. The guys didn’t seem to mind her making herself at home in their house. Synclair had even gone shopping with her on a few of those trips and dropped his credit card on the counter when they checked out. She’d drawn the line at him buying her a new pair of tennis shoes and some shorts though.
“Dinner’s ready,” she called out.
Ryan, Synclair, and Isaac all traipsed into the kitchen and claimed a seat. As the oldest, Synclair always sat at the head of the table, but Gemma had noticed that lately, the other end had been left vacant for her. She tried not to read too much into it, but she wondered if maybe they were thinking of a more long-term relationship than she’d first thought. Several times they’d had discussions about the future, and they always included her, but she’d still been waiting for the day they tired of her. Other than Trevor, she hadn’t had a boyfriend last longer than a month or two. As the two month mark drew near, she wondered if this relationship would survive or die out.
She had to admit, in the bedroom, things were still explosive between them. Not that they had been together very many times since Isaac had come into their lives. Really, yesterday was the first time. Her kidnapping and recovery time had made sure she couldn’t be intimate with her men for a while. Gemma wondered if she could talk Elodie into babysitting again, so she could have some time with Synclair and Ryan together. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed herself yesterday, locking herself away with them separately, but she still wanted them to take her at the same time.
Synclair took a bite of his dinner. “The meatloaf is really good, Gemma.”
“Thank you. It’s Elodie’s recipe.”
“What did you do today?” Ryan asked.
“Worked on my book and took a ride around the south pasture. Then Elodie talked me into going to the salon and getting my nails done.”
Ryan lifted her hand and studied the pink nails with airbrushed flowers. “Pretty.”
“I hope my cousins think so, since they paid for it.” She smiled. “Elodie insisted.”
“I wanna see,” Isaac said.
Gemma showed him and he gently ran his finger over one of her nails. “Girls have pretty nails. The girl down the street has bright pink ones.”
Gemma lifted her eyebrows and looked at Ryan. “Girl down the street?”
“A new family moved in a few houses down. They have a five-year-old little girl who has been coming down to play with Isaac. I bought him a sandbox two weeks ago so they’ve been playing in that. I thought about getting a pool, but decided to wait. We’ve seriously been looking at small ranches around here and I think we’re about ready to buy one.”
“Don’t you need to put this house up for sale first?” she asked.
“It will sell quickly in this neighborhood,” Synclair said. “It’s a good starter home for a new family or a newly married couple thinking about having kids. The elementary school is just a few blocks away.”
“Then why move?” Gemma asked.
“We want more room. A bigger house,” Ryan said. “We both want more kids and that just isn’t possible with this house. It’s only a four bedroom.”
“Only?”
Ryan laughed. “Okay, so that’s a good amount of space, but the house we’re thinking about buying has six bedrooms and there’s a large office in the barn.”
“Six?” Her eyes widened. “Just how many kids are you thinking of having?”
“Two or three more.”
Gemma wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Of course, they hadn’t said they wanted those children with her, or how soon they planned to have them. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear the question Synclair had asked her.
“What?”
He smiled. “I asked when you were going to let me ink you. When we met, you told me you had an idea of what you wanted, but you haven’t mentioned it since then. You know I’ll do it for free.”
She knew what she wanted. A phoenix rising that would take up just about her whole back. But if Synclair was going to be a more permanent part of her life, she wanted his signature tattooed on her back, too, at the bottom of the image, that way she’d always have a part of him with her, his brand forever etched on her skin.
“I know what I want, but I don’t think the timing is right just yet.”
He nodded. “You just let me know when you’re ready. I’ll clear my schedule for you.”
She smiled. “I’ll be sure to tell you.”
The doorbell rang and Ryan rose from the table, having already finished his dinner. “I’ll get it.”
A moment later, Elodie came into the kitchen, a big smile on her face. Gemma had no idea what she was doing there, but Synclair and Ryan didn’t seem the least bit
surprised by her presence. If anything, Synclair had a calculating look in his eyes.
“I came for Isaac,” Elodie said. She smiled at the little boy. “Would you like to come spend the night at my house and maybe ride one of the horses? Cody said he’d lead you around on Golden Lady.”
Isaac popped up from the table. “Can I, Daddy?”
“You bet. Ms. Elodie already told me she was coming by so I have a bag packed for you already, including your favorite stuffed bear. It’s on your bed.”
Isaac took off out of the kitchen and Gemma heard his steps pounding up the stairs.
“Why do I feel like something is going on?” Gemma asked.
Ryan smiled. “Now that you’re all better, we wanted some alone time with you. Elodie was kind enough to offer to babysit.”
“It’s good practice,” Elodie said. “Besides, Isaac is a good little boy. He’s no trouble.”
Gemma pushed her plate away. “The three of you planned this?”
“While you were out riding this morning,” Elodie said. “It’s part of why I urged you to come cook for them tonight. I had to find a way to get you here.”
“Devious,” Gemma said. “I like it.”
Isaac came running back into the room with his tote bag in his hands. “I’m ready!”
Elodie swung him up into her arms.
“Put him down!” Gemma said. “You aren’t supposed to be lifting anything heavy, or have you forgotten.”
Elodie blushed and put him back down. “I can’t help it. He’s just so cute.”
Isaac tugged on Elodie’s shirt. “Why aren’t you supposed to pick me up, Ms. Elodie?”
Gemma raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if Elodie would announce her condition. She knew the whole family knew about it already. It was just a matter of telling their friends, and Synclair and Ryan definitely counted as Elodie’s friends. They’d even become close with her brothers after all of those visits to the ranch to see her while she was laid up. Even after she was able to get around, as long as she didn’t overdo it, they still came by almost daily. She hadn’t been allowed to drive, in case it pulled on her side, but her brothers had dropped her off at the tattoo studio a few times.
“I’m pregnant,” Elodie said. “Not everyone knows yet, but you’re close enough to family that I can tell you.”
Isaac’s face scrunched up. “What does that mean?”
Elodie knelt in front of him. “It means I’m going to have a baby.”
“Oh.” He smiled. “Good. I’ll have someone to play with.”
Everyone laughed and Elodie gave him a hug. She rose and took his hand, heading toward the front door.
“Have fun,” she called over her shoulder. “I’ll bring him home around noon tomorrow.”
Gemma heard the front door close and looked at her men. If they’d orchestrated this, then they must have something in mind. The question was what. Would she finally get to have both of them at the same time? She didn’t understand why they were holding back. Yes, they were both larger than anyone she’d been with before. She knew she could handle it. If only they’d give her a chance to prove it.
“Why don’t we let our food settle and watch a movie?” Ryan suggested.
She cut her eyes that way. “I seem to remember another movie that didn’t go so well. I think we lasted a half hour.”
“That’s long enough,” Synclair said. “We have plans for you though that don’t include you getting sick because you’re too full.”
Now that sounded interesting. She wanted to ask what plans, but figured they wouldn’t tell her. Let them have their secret. She’d find out soon enough what was going on, and she was certain she was going to enjoy it.
Gemma curled up on the sofa between Ryan and Synclair and watched the movie they put on, but she wasn’t really paying attention to it. Her body was too hyper-aware of the men sitting on either side of her. Synclair had his arm stretched out behind her, playing with her hair, while Ryan had rested his hand on her thigh. She felt the burn of his palm through her jeans, her pussy growing slick as she thought about his hands on her without her clothes on.
She only lasted about twenty minutes into the movie before she jumped to her feet. Ryan looked at her with raised eyebrows and Synclair smirked.
“Going somewhere?” Synclair asked.
“Yes. I’m going to go upstairs to undress, and the two of you are more than welcome to join me. It will be much more pleasurable with you upstairs, but I’m more than capable of satisfying myself if it comes to that.”
Synclair growled. “Not under our roof, you won’t.”
Before either of them could stand, she took off for the stairs, running up them. Synclair caught up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. Picking her up, he carried her to the mysterious closed door. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked it, then pushed the door open. He carried her inside before setting her down on her feet. Gemma’s eyes went wide as she took in the room. From reading erotic romances, some of them on the kinky side, she recognized the spanking bench and the St. Andrew’s Cross. There was something else vaguely shaped like a W that she wasn’t too sure about, some sort of padded table, a king-sized bed, and two cabinets bolted to the wall. She could only imagine what lay inside of them.
“You’ve wondered what was in this room. Now you know.” Synclair smiled at her. “Ready to run yet?”
She looked around again before returning her gaze to his. “No. I’ve never done this before though. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Ryan came into the room. “Sweetheart, you couldn’t disappoint us if you tried. If any time you aren’t excited and having fun, you let us know and we’ll stop.”
“What’s your safe word?” Synclair asked.
She thought about it a moment. “Tattoo.”
“Strip,” Synclair demanded.
She pulled her tee over her head and dropped it on the floor at her feet. Gemma reached for the button of her jeans and paused.
“Are you going to undress, too?” she asked.
“We didn’t give you permission to speak.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, hell no. I didn’t agree to be your slave. I’ll play with your toys, but if you think I’m going to bow my head and keep quiet, you’d best think again. My submissiveness only goes so far.”
Ryan chuckled. “Very well. You may speak. Besides, I’m looking forward to your cries of pleasure.”
She swallowed hard. What could she say to that? Gemma finished undressing and stood in front of them, uncertain of what she should do next. She watched as Synclair and Ryan slowly stripped out of their clothes, letting them fall to the floor in the doorway. Both were turned on, their cocks were hard and begging for attention. She wondered what they would say or do if she fell to her knees to pleasure both of them.
“Ever had someone use a flogger on you?” Ryan asked, the heat in his eyes nearly scorching her.
“N-No. Does it hurt?”
“Depends on how it’s used,” he said. “We won’t do anything to hurt you though. You have my word, Gemma. We’re going to bring you pleasure, but no pain. After tonight, you can decide how far you want to go next time. And before you ask, none of the items in the cabinets have been used before. We tossed out everything we owned before you and bought all new stuff.”
“And the furniture?” she asked.
He scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. “It’s kind of pricey to replace the furniture, but everything has been cleaned extremely well. Syn was in here earlier disinfecting everything. Not that we’ve used it lately! He just wanted to make sure it was extra clean for you.”
She nodded then looked around the room again. “Where do you want me?”
“St. Andrew’s Cross,” Ryan said. He looked at Synclair. “Assuming you don’t have a problem with me going first.”
Synclair shook his head. “I can still have fun while you do your thing. Then it’s my turn.”
Ryan placed his hands
on Gemma’s waist, turned her, and walked her across the room to the cross. With her facing it, he shackled her hands to the top.
“Do I need to fasten your ankles to the bottom? Or will you be a good girl and stand still?” he asked.
“I’ll be still,” she promised. She’d never been bound with anything other than rope and regular handcuffs before. She wasn’t scared, just a little nervous. All of this was so new to her, and despite what Ryan said, she was still afraid she’d disappoint them in some way. What if she didn’t like it?
She heard Ryan move across the room and open a cabinet. She couldn’t see Synclair and wasn’t sure if he was standing behind her or if he’d gone to the cabinet, too. What on earth were they getting? After the talk about flogging, she assumed Ryan was getting a flogger. She’d never seen one in person and wondered what it looked like. Gemma had done enough reading to know there were different kinds.
She felt something caress her spine. Then Ryan draped the flogger over her shoulder. It was purple and the little leather strips felt soft against her skin. She still felt a little apprehensive, but she would trust Ryan. If he said he wouldn’t hurt her, then she believed he wouldn’t.
Synclair came around the other side of the cross and faced her. He held something in his hands and she couldn’t see what it was. His palm cupped one of her breasts and gently squeezed her nipple. When it stood erect, he clipped something to it. She was momentarily stunned, but it didn’t hurt. There was a slight sting as he attached another one to her other nipple. Mostly she just felt pressure, and it wasn’t exactly a bad thing. If the moisture gathering on the lips of her pussy was any indication, her body enjoyed it.
Ryan slid the flogger from her shoulder and stepped back. She felt the ends of it swish over her back, then move lower and tease her ass. He did several swipes like that, but the flogger hit her a little harder. It still didn’t even so much as sting. If anything, the slight feel of the little strips against her skin were just heightening other sensations, like the throbbing in her nipples and pussy.
