Sirens in Bliss

  “Stay right where you are.” The deep timbre to Jack’s voice made a delicious shiver go up her spine.

  They had been here for a week and the whole time they had been running after Livie and Josh and trying to keep them out of trouble. She’d been worried about Lexi. They had spent the night before with little Jack and Chelsea with them. She’d been playing the supportive mom and friend. They had fallen into bed exhausted every night.

  Not once had she heard that dark tone in Jack’s voice.

  “What do you need, Jack?” She didn’t move. She was well trained. He’d made sure of it.

  “I need a whole lot of things, but right now what I need most is utter and complete obedience.” A hand brushed across her shoulder. “I need you to believe me. Have I ever lied to you, Abigail Barnes?”

  Sam moved in front of her. His blond hair fell over his eyes. He’d lost his shirt and he was past toned. He didn’t have a six pack. No. Sam Fleetwood had an eight pack. He was ridiculous. “Has either of us lied to you? Jack wouldn’t bother and I’m not smart enough.”

  “Oh, you are begging for it, too,” Jack growled.

  Sam grinned. “Probably. You know I like a little discipline.”

  He did. Sam was more masochistic than she was. But she had to answer them honestly. “Of course not, Jack.”

  Jack stared at her. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Abigail. You were yesterday. You are today. You will be twenty years from now.”

  Tears pierced her eyes. “You make me feel that way.”

  “I don’t see through other men’s eyes. I only know what I see. You’re gorgeous, my Abby. And Sam and I will make your ass red the next time you insult yourself, but you know that.”

  Sam smiled at her. “Hell, I heard that Tyler guy trying to hit on you, baby.”

  “What?” Jack’s face went dark. “Someone tried to hit on our wife and you let it happen?”

  Abby shook her head. She’d ended up talking to the young EMT because she understood his profession. “He’s an EMT at Cole Roberts’s lodge. He’d heard I used to be a trauma nurse. We were trading war stories. He certainly wasn’t hitting on me.”

  Tyler Davis was maybe twenty-seven years old. He was blond and reminded her of a slightly nerdy Sam. He certainly wasn’t hitting on a woman who was closer to fifty than she liked to be reminded of.

  “He brought you a glass of wine,” Sam pointed out.

  “He did what? Where the hell was I?” If Sam kept it up, steam would start pouring out of Jack’s ears.

  Sam shrugged. “You were talking to that crazy guy.”

  That could be any of several men and she needed to get Jack to calm down. “He was getting a drink for himself and picked one up for me, too. He was being gentlemanly.”

  “He was staring at your ass,” Sam pointed out.

  “What!” Jack’s face had gone the slightest bit red.

  Abby put a hand on Sam’s leg. “Will you stop it? Are you trying to give him a heart attack?”

  “He should have been giving this Tyler fellow a swift ass kicking,” Jack said.

  Sam stifled a laugh. “I’m not going to beat the shit out of every man who looks at our wife. She’s a fucking work of art. It’s inevitable. As long as he just looks and is respectful, I’ll give him a little leeway. After all, he’s just looking and I get to touch. And every time you looked away, his eyes were on your ass, baby.”

  That hot EMT had been looking at her backside?

  Sam nodded as though he’d heard the question. “The only other woman he was looking at was the dark-haired waitress. Lucy, I think her name was.”

  The gorgeous waitress with a perfect body.

  “He needs to keep his eyes on the waitress and off my wife.” Jack was a deeply possessive man. Abby sometimes thought he would be happier if she just never left the house. The only time he was all right with men looking at her was in the dungeon at The Club because everyone knew the rules there.

  It had been so long since they had played. Their world had started to revolve around Olivia and Josh and she knew that was the way it had to be, but she needed those pockets of time where it was just the three of them.

  “I miss playing.”

  Jack calmed, his hand going to her hair. “I miss it, too, baby. We need to make time for ourselves. And I damn straight need to make a few things clear. I think you’ll hear me better if you find your position.”

  She started to fall to her knees, but Sam’s hands held her up.

  “He doesn’t want to admire your suit, Abby.” Sam chuckled against her ear as he worked the buttons of her shirt.

  Her skin started to hum. “But the kids…”

  “Are very likely giving Lexi hell by now,” Sam said. “They just came by and picked them up. They’ll meet us in Alamosa tomorrow.”

  “Sam, I didn’t really expect Lexi to pay us back. Our kids can be a handful.”

  Jack frowned. “And Lexi’s been a handful herself lately. She and Lucas and Aidan can handle our kids. Well, I expect them to at least live through the experience. So take the clothes off, Abigail. I’m not going to ask again.”

  He hadn’t asked the first time, but there was no point in telling him that. She let Sam undress her while Jack watched. He looked deliciously decadent in the remains of his tuxedo. He’d gotten rid of the jacket and bow tie the minute the ceremony was over and now she could see the way his tan skin looked against the snowy-white dress shirt. And just how interested he was in watching her get undressed.

  Jack’s slacks tented, his cock making a firm line against the zipper. Her Dom was hungry.

  Sam’s hands slipped the bra off her and immediately cupped her mounds. “God, you feel so fucking good, Abby.”

  She let her head drift back against Sam’s shoulder. She suddenly didn’t feel so tired.

  “Pinch them,” Jack ordered.

  She groaned as Sam’s fingers squeezed her nipples tight and twisted ever so lightly. She was no longer thinking about how they sagged. She was thinking about how they seemed to have a direct line to her pussy. She could feel herself getting hot and wet.

  “Get her out of her clothes and then deal with mine.” There was a tension in Jack’s voice that belied his calmly spoken orders.

  Sam’s hands skimmed down to her waist where he made quick work of her skirt. His fingers cupped her ass for a moment. “See, I get to touch.”

  And he knew just how to touch her. He ran a single finger along the crease of her cheeks, reminding her of just how good it was to have a man there.

  He kissed the nape of her neck. “Now, be a good girl and spread those legs wide. I have to go take care of our Jack.”

  She got to her knees, the carpet plush under her skin. She spread her knees wide in slave pose, giving her Dom a good view of that piece of her he loved to call his own.

  And just watching her men together was enough to get her blood pumping. Jack’s eyes held hers as Sam’s hands worked to get his shirt off. Jack’s perfectly cut chest appeared, tapering down to his lean waist. Jack still rode herd and fixed fences, though he could certainly pay others to do it for him. Not her Jack. He was out in the fields with the hands and with Sam.

  Working kept Jack young. She’d seen the way he smiled when he and Sam were on horseback, racing across their ranch. Jack had come from nothing and turned himself into a millionaire cowboy, and he still grinned like a kid when he was working a herd with his best friend.

  Sam gave her a wink as he stepped behind Jack and started to work on the fly of his slacks. Sam was ageless. He would still be young when they were all old and gray. Sam was sunshine and light. Loving kept Sam Fleetwood young. He never had the ambition Jack had, but finding his family had brought Sam everything he needed. She’d been the one to draw Jack and Sam together. Maybe Lexi had found her way to her men sooner than Abby had, but then she’d paved the way for her daughter.

  And while she might claim her babies kept her young, she knew the truth.
Jack and Sam kept her young. When they looked at her with dark eyes, she couldn’t feel old and tired. Her whole soul lit up.

  “Sam, our Abigail felt old among all the youngsters tonight. Did you feel the same?” Jack asked as Sam slid his slacks off.

  Sam managed to brush Jack’s cock as he removed the slacks. “Hell, no, Jack. I ain’t old. Oh, these Bliss kids might be younger, but we’re the originals.”

  A smile crossed Jack’s face, his hand running through Sam’s hair. “I like the way you think, Sam. We’re the originals. And we do it right, don’t we?”

  He tugged on Sam’s hair and then took his mouth. God, she loved watching them kiss. Their first kiss had been at her request, a boon for good behavior. She’d asked for Sam’s sake, but over the years she’d come to realize just how much their loving each other meant to her.

  She’d brought them together. She’d been the catalyst to those men getting what they needed—each other and her.

  She liked the sound of it. Original.

  She watched her men devouring each other. Jack pulled at Sam’s slacks, tugging them down so he could get at Sam’s cock. He stroked it, getting it long and hard. Sam shuddered in his arms, his hands reaching for Jack.

  Jack reached down, cupping Sam’s balls as Sam held on to him. “Tell me something, Abigail, are you thinking about that little boy who was flirting with you at the wedding now?”

  “Tyler?” Was he insane? “No, Jack. I was never actually thinking about Tyler Davis.”

  But Jack’s needless jealously did make her grin a little. Why would she ever think of another man when the two most beautiful men in the world belonged to her?

  Jack’s hands ran over Sam’s body. “You better not. That would not go well for you.”

  “I can’t think of anyone except you and Sam.” They filled her whole life.

  “Go and join her,” Jack commanded. “And get rid of those clothes.”

  Sam moved quickly. He’d taken care with Jack’s clothes, but practically tore off his own. He was kneeling next to her, their knees touching. He moved his hand over her open palm so they were holding hands. Holding hands and waiting for their Dom.

  It was exactly where she needed to be.

  “Abigail.”

  She looked up and Jack was standing over her, his big cock in hand. “Yes, Jack?”

  She knew what he wanted, but she loved the way he commanded her.

  “Suck me.”

  She leaned forward and kissed that cock that had brought her such pleasure. She ran her tongue along the hard, hot flesh. She took her time, enjoying every ridge and line of him. She traced her tongue along the thick vein running along the bottom of his dick.

  Jack’s hand sank into her hair, pulling it out of its neat bun. “Don’t stop what you’re doing. Just listen to me.”

  She sucked his cockhead into her mouth.

  “I love you, Abigail Barnes. I love you today. I’ll love you tomorrow. I’ll love you as long as my soul exists. I don’t care what age you are. I will always see you walking into Christa’s living room in a tight sweater and jeans that made my dick stand on end for days. You’ll always be young to me. You’ll always be gorgeous and fuckable and you will always, always be mine.”

  Tears blurred her eyes and Jack pulled her off, forcing her to look up at him.

  “Always, Abigail. I don’t care who is younger than you or who you think is prettier. There is one woman in the whole world for me. And that’s you. I do, Abby. I do every single day of my life.”

  Lexi had told the congregation to make the choice every day. To be together. To love each other. To celebrate their marriage.

  “I do, Jack. I do.”

  Sam sat up. “Well, I do, too, but there hasn’t been a whole lot of doing going on lately so I was hoping we didn’t spend all night talking and stuff.”

  God, Olivia was so his child.

  “Brat,” Jack barked. “Ass in the air, Sam.”

  Sam sighed. “Thank god. I thought we were going to talk about loving each other all damn night and never get around to actually doing it.”

  He was so impatient. And so gorgeous. She watched as he turned, putting his ass right in the air, a sigh going through his whole body.

  Jack walked across the room and pulled out his leather bag. It was his kit, the one that contained all the fun toys he never left home without. He pulled out a flogger, one with small metal tips. The one he used on her was deerskin and soft as butter, but Sam needed more.

  “You have to get on a plane tomorrow, Sam,” Jack warned. He looked dark and dominant as he stood over Sam, his shoulders broad and his cock still hard.

  “I can handle it. Please, Jack.”

  The flogger made a sharp sound as it hit Sam’s flesh. Red lines immediately became visible, but Sam actually relaxed.

  But this was what he needed.

  “Abigail, if you would help me out,” Jack offered.

  And Sam liked a bit more than just the flogger. Abby moved to his head, staying on her knees. She sank her hands into his silky hair. Jack laid the flogger on Sam’s ass and Abby tugged his hair.

  Sam moaned and it seemed like his every muscle relaxed further.

  She looked up at Jack, and there was a smile on his face. He knew he was giving Sam what he needed and that satisfied Jack.

  Jack’s world revolved around pleasing them. To the outside it might not seem that way. Their relationship might seem perverse and one-sided, but Abby knew the truth. The Dom gave. It was his reason for living—to be what his subs needed. Abby had accepted a long time ago that what she needed wasn’t necessarily what the world would think she needed. The world didn’t have to live her life. The world didn’t walk in her shoes.

  She gave no apologies for her needs. She’d found two men who fulfilled them and she was happy.

  She was alive. She was young.

  It hit her suddenly. She was the only one who could decide who she was, what she was. If she allowed herself to feel young, to see herself with all that potential life still left, no one could take that from her.

  She didn’t have to be old. She could just be Abby. Sam’s Abby. Jack’s Abigail. She chose her life. She defined herself. That was what her Dom had taught her.

  Age was a number, but her soul was a choice. Her life was a choice.

  Abby tugged on Sam’s hair as the flogger bit into his flesh and he moaned in pleasure.

  She would choose them. She would choose this life. With them. Every single time.

  She leaned close and whispered to Sam. “I love you.”

  His face turned up to hers. Those gorgeous lips of his curling into a smile. “Oh, baby, I love you, too. So fucking much.”

  She tugged on his hair again, thrilled at the way his eyes dilated with the sensation. She didn’t call it pain. It wasn’t for Sam. It was pleasure for Sam. It was connection.

  Another slap and Sam nearly sank into the floor.

  The world could think what it liked. They knew the truth. Love was love. Love was different for every living human being and it was all right as long as the emotion was the same. Jack would die for Sam. He would die for her. He would give his whole self for the two people he loved. He gave them his everything.

  Love was everything. No matter how a human defined it.

  And she defined love as Jack and Sam.

  She looked up at her Dom. “Please, Jack.”

  Jack held his hand. “You need something, my Abigail?”

  “I need my men.” She needed them so much. She needed them to make her feel young and alive and free. She needed them to fly.

  “Sam?” Jack asked.

  Sam moved fast, getting to his feet in an instant. “I think we should give it to her, Jack.”

  “I think she should ask very sweetly.” Jack slung an arm around Sam’s shoulders. They looked awfully hot together, their bodies pressed against each other.

  “Ask us, baby,” Sam said, rubbing against Jack.

  She di
dn’t hesitate. One lesson she’d learned was that the universe rarely gave her anything she wasn’t brave enough to ask for. “Please make love to me. I need both my men.”

  “And where do you want us?” Jack asked, his lips curled in a smirk that told her he knew damn well what her answer would be.

  “One in my pussy and one in my ass.” She wanted to be filled with them.

  “Sam, I’m worried I’m not ready for that,” Jack said.

  Sam fell to his knees and had Jack’s cock in his mouth before Abby could take another breath. Unlike her, Sam didn’t play around. He sucked Jack hard, pulling the whole thing past his lips and then dragging his mouth back.

  Over and over, Sam sucked him hard, taking Jack all the way to his balls. His hands came up, cupping Jack’s balls as he rolled his cock in his mouth. Sam’s blond head worked Jack over.

  She watched her men, her whole body on edge. She wanted to be with them, but she loved watching them. She loved when Jack had Sam on his knees, driving into him from behind. And she loved when they were chest to chest, making love as they kissed each other with such passion she couldn’t turn away from it.

  And she was a part of that.

  She moved close to Sam, pressing against his body. He turned her way, winking as he gave way.

  Abby leaned over, licking along Jack’s cock. She looked up and Jack was staring down at her with such tenderness that she wondered how she could ever feel old and worn. Not when she was so well loved.

  “I think if I wait another minute, I might not be able to grant your wish, darling.” His hands came down, lifting her up. He hoisted her easily into his arms. She loved it when he carried her around like she weighed nothing at all.

  Years of marriage hadn’t dimmed her passion, hadn’t broken them apart. The years just seemed to make her love them more. Perhaps she should stop worrying about small lines and wrinkles and find joy in the fact that she was loved each and every day. She’d been given an extraordinary life, something many people never managed to find.

  And that was beautiful.

  Jack carried her to the bed, laying her down on top of the coverlet. He stared down at her body, his eyes hot with desire.