Siren in Waiting

  Bo shrugged. “Because they would have put him in jail and then Aidan would have had to leave college to keep the ranch afloat. Because I didn’t want to go into foster care.”

  “I turned you away, didn’t I?” Trev wished he could remember the night. Wished he had been a different person.

  “You weren’t mean about it. I’ll give that to you. You were never a mean drunk. You just told me to get cleaned up and find some black-and-white clothes so I could join the party.”

  The annual Black and White Ball at his frat. Of course. Trev had always been plastered for that. “Bo, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing. Well, I did. I knew what I risked every time I took a drink. Where did you go?”

  Bo smiled. “Beth came and got me. I think that was the night that really solidified our relationship as friends. I started spending more and more real time with her. I started to love her.”

  Shelley walked up and gave Bo a hug. “I’m so sorry to hear that. How could you have ever come back here?”

  Bo patted her back, accepting the affection. “The strange thing was after that night, my father actually calmed down. He never hit me again. We got along for a little while. He was still a mean bastard, but he kept his distance. I stayed on because I didn’t have anywhere else to go, and I moved into the guest house. It was better after that. I loved this ranch even when I hated my dad.”

  Guilt threatened to overwhelm Trev. “But I could have helped you.”

  Bo shook his head. “Trev, everything happens for a reason. I believe that now. We’re here today because we did stupid shit and got our asses kicked. We made mistakes and we learned from them. That’s what brought us here. I wouldn’t take a single one back. I wouldn’t be anywhere but right here, right now.” He cleared his throat as though banishing the deep emotion he felt. “Now, dinner’s ready. You two need to come inside. Apparently we’re going to need our strength. Lexi already made a plate for Beth and headed out. She’s got five different plotlines to read to her. I think I saw Beth crying just a little.”

  Trev laughed, the feeling of shame leaving him in an instant. He felt lighter. “Well, I don’t want to keep your stomach waiting.”

  Shelley stepped away from Bo. “I agree with Bo. I’ve made mistakes, too. Now’s the time to start fixing them. I’m going to wash my face. I’m sure I look a mess. Does Bo have to follow me to the bathroom?”

  Trev was fine with his sister’s sarcasm as long as she didn’t fight him on Bo’s bodyguard duty. “I think Aidan’s bathroom is safe enough.”

  Bo frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t know. I hear sometimes women get assaulted in there.”

  Trev snorted. “Damn, you heard about that, huh? Well, how about after the game, we go out and visit our little sub? You know, we promised we would give her a little something.”

  “Eww!” Shelley put her hands over her ears. “Too much info, brother.”

  Bo and Trev were laughing as they entered the house together.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Beth looked up as Trev walked into the barn, Bo hard on his heels.

  “So, what do you think? I mean, I had the beta hero save the day in my last book. I think it’s time the heroine kicked some ass.” Lexi had a corkboard with about a hundred notes plastered to it.

  Beth was sure they were an incongruous sight. The serious writer, going over plot and storyline, with her personal assistant, who Lexi’d had to prop up with pillows so she could comfortably sit up because her assistant was naked and tied up. “And when was the last time you had the Dom save the day?”

  Lexi bit into her lower lip. “I guess it’s been a while.”

  Beth shook her head. Since Lexi had started writing, she’d made a name for herself in erotic romance for her kick-ass heroines and quirky small towns. “It’s time. Throw Aidan a bone. The town of Joy, Wyoming, has been through a lot. Let your hero save the day.”

  Lexi shrugged. “Fine. I guess the guy has to save the day every now and then. Hey, Trev and Bo! How did the game go? I’m glad you’re here. I was just telling Beth that I should get a masculine opinion.”

  Bo’s eyes flared in panic. “Uh, I don’t really read much.”

  “The Dom should definitely save the day, Lexi. Now, your Master requests your presence.” Trev’s deep voice didn’t leave a lot of room for disobedience.

  But Lexi was a brat to the end. Beth admired that about her boss. “Fine, but I’m not doing the dishes.”

  She grinned at Beth as she gathered her things. “I’m so glad you’re in the lifestyle now. We can have fun. I’ll show you all the best ways to top from the bottom.”

  Trev growled Lexi’s direction.

  Lexi took a little step back. “Fine. Maybe not.” But the minute Trev’s back was turned, she mouthed the words, “I totally will,” and slipped out the door.

  “I love my sister-in-law, but I don’t think Lexi is a good influence on Beth.” Bo frowned at the door Lexi had closed.

  Trev shook it off. “Lexi is a brat of the highest order. She’ll be good for Beth. And besides, I don’t think Beth is about to let us choose her friends.”

  “Not for a second.” Beth was ready to obey Trev in the bedroom and in things that made sense, but she wouldn’t mindlessly follow him.

  “Mind me now,” he said as if he could hear her thoughts. “Let Bo turn you over. I want to play.”

  She could see that he did. His cock strained against his jeans. There was a slightly desperate look to his eyes. “What happened?”

  “Nothing to worry yourself about. Let’s just say I’ve had an emotional day. And I just spent two hours watching Lucas and Aidan enjoy a six-pack of beer between the two of them. Now I don’t begrudge them, but it has me on edge.”

  “Damn it. I didn’t even think about it. I had one, too. Fuck, Trev, I’m sorry.” Bo ran a hand through his hair.

  Trev waved him off. “Bo, you aren’t an alcoholic. I can’t expect the world to stop because I can’t handle a drink. But I need something else. The whole time I watched them, I told myself that if I got through it, I would earn a prize.”

  The dark look in his eyes told Beth exactly what prize he meant. Her breathing sped up. “I think you definitely deserve a treat, baby.”

  She was his treat. She was his addiction now. And she was so happy to be it. She was addicted to him and Bo. She was addicted to wanting them, to loving them.

  “Bo, did our little sub figure out how to use the ropes to her advantage?”

  Bo grinned. “Uh, I might have helped her figure that out.”

  “How many times did you come, darlin’? How many times did you rub your clit against the rope?”

  “Not too many. Twice. Once with Bo, and then Lexi took a break. I didn’t mean to. I just wiggled and it happened.” It had felt so good, she hadn’t exactly fought it. She’d been a little disappointed that Lexi got back so quickly.

  “Well, I think two still deserves a spanking. Bo, where does your brother keep the crop?”

  “Uh, it’s a ranch. There are crops everywhere.”

  “All right, smart-ass. Do you want in on this or not? Get me a crop.”

  Bo saluted. “Yes, Sir.”

  Trev lifted her easily, turning her over. She loved how it felt to be picked up by Trev. He was so strong. She relaxed and allowed Trev to move her into the position he wanted her in, face down, cheek to the side, knees bent, ass in the air. The plug tried to escape, but the rope held it in.

  Trev groaned his pleasure at the sight. “Bo did a damn fine job.”

  “I’m getting real good at shoving stuff up her ass.” Bo was back with a soft-tipped crop in his hand.

  “I think she’s ready.” Trev’s hands smoothed across the skin of her ass. Each pass of his hands moved the rope slightly, affecting her clit and anus.

  “Ready? Shit, are you serious?” Bo’s breath came out in a sigh. “Fuck, I want that.”

  Beth shivered at the thought. Both of them at o
nce. She wanted that, too.

  “But first, we owe her a little discipline,” Trev said.

  Beth nearly howled as the crop came down on her ass. The pain was jarring, but even as she flinched from it, the rope rubbed her clit. It rubbed all along her pussy and the crease of her ass, pressing on the plug, making her rectum light up with nerves that had never come to life before.

  “I made this dress for your punishment and your pleasure, darlin’.” Trev sounded more in control than he’d been before. “That’s my fucking job in life, to see to both. To make sure you’re safe and you have what you need, and that includes my crop against your skin.”

  She bit into her bottom lip to stop from calling out. He struck again, high on her ass. It changed the way the rope rubbed and pushed at the plug.

  “I’m your Master, Bethany Hobbes. I’m the center of your world. You’re damn sure the center of mine.” He struck lower. Her clit threatened to go off again.

  He’d been that from the moment he’d saved her at The Rusty Spur. And Bo had been the sun in her sky for longer than she could remember.

  The crop hit her again, this time from another direction.

  “Never again, Beth,” Bo said. “You can’t treat me with any less respect than Trev. I might not have trained the way he did. I might never be the Dom he is, but by god, I will be what you need.”

  Bo seemed to have found his own crop. They took turns whipping her ass. The pain would flare, and then the rope would do its work. She felt heated and desperate, caught between the pleasure and pain. Over and over, they struck, pausing between to stroke her, to tell her how well she was doing.

  Tears caught in her eyes, a cry in her throat. She’d spent the day trussed up and trapped, and she’d never felt more free. She was becoming someone she liked, someone who fought back and believed that good things could happen. Love had come in the strangest form, changing her forever, and she wouldn’t give this up for all the picket fences and good opinions in the world. All of her life, she’d sat back and waited. She’d waited for love, hoping it would come her way.

  Love was worth fighting for. Love wasn’t something that came quietly. It had roared in and changed her soul, and she wasn’t about to let it go. If Trev McNamara left in a year, she would follow him. She would take Bo’s hand and follow him because this was her family, and she would never give them up.

  “She’s crying.” Bo dropped the crop. He put a hand to her face, his voice tortured. “Trev, she’s crying.”

  She found herself turned over and in Trev’s arms, his face staring down at her. His hair was mussed, his eyes warm. “She’s feeling.”

  She gave him a watery smile because he understood. “I love you.”

  His eyes closed briefly. “I don’t know why, but I’ll take it. I know I’ll be bad for you somewhere down the line, but I need you. I fucking need you.”

  He took her mouth, dominating it. His tongue surged against hers in a fierce dance, and his arms tightened, caging her as neatly as his ropes. Beth gave as good as she got. She played with him, opening and submitting as fiercely as he dominated.

  “Help me get her out of these ropes.” Trev was breathless by the time he was done.

  Beth felt Bo’s hands on her back, pulling at the knots. Her hands came free. Trev caught them and brought them forward. His hands rubbed along her arms.

  “Are your arms okay? Did I get the ropes too tight?” Trev’s hands rubbed circles in her skin.

  She pulled him close. “My arms are fine. But there are parts of me that need your attention, Sir.”

  He groaned. “You know that kills me, darlin’. Do you want both of us?”

  “More than anything.”

  “Then get that ass in the air. Bo, we need condoms and lube.”

  Bo slammed both down on the rack. He’d taken off his clothes and stood in front of her, his gloriously cut body a work of art for her eyes. Every muscle seemed tense, and his cock jutted up, almost reaching his navel. Bo had gotten awfully comfortable being naked around Trev. “Ahead of you. Now I want equal time.”

  Bo’s hand cupped her neck and pulled her to him. His mouth closed over hers, tongue seeking entry. His hands ran over her breasts. They were still sensitive from the bindings.

  Bo’s mouth traced a path from her lips to her neck and shoulder. He dropped kisses all along her skin. “I love your breasts, Beth. So fucking perfect.”

  His head lowered, and he sucked a nipple in his mouth.

  “I love them, too.” Trev groaned before taking the other between his teeth.

  Beth let her head fall back as they feasted on her. Someone’s hand gripped her ass while another dipped into her pussy.

  “Fuck, she’s so wet.” Trev came off her breast and sucked his fingers into his mouth. Beth could see his tongue whirl around like he didn’t want to miss a single drop. “I have to have more of that.”

  He shoved her knees apart and sank down. Beth watched as his dark head lowered between her legs.

  Bo watched as well. “Oh, do you want Trev to eat your pussy, baby? I love eating your pussy. It’s my favorite dessert. One of these days, we’ll just lay you out on the dining room table after dinner and have our sweet treat. That pussy of yours is better than any pie.”

  “Should I make her beg?” Trev asked, his eyes going to Bo’s.

  “Do you think she would?” Bo got behind her, propping her up. His hands cupped her breasts.

  “Yes. I will.” She wasn’t ashamed of it either. It felt good.

  “I just want to hear her ask. Baby, you never cuss. Say it. Ask Trev in that oh so polite voice of yours to kindly eat your pussy. Ask him to thrust his tongue straight up your cunt. Ask him to not stop until your pussy juice is all he can taste.” Bo’s words heated her skin.

  Trev’s fingers slid along her pussy, parting her labia, making her want more. So much more. “I think I need to hear it, Beth, love. I need to hear you ask.”

  “Please, Sir. Please eat my pussy.”

  “Since you asked so nicely.” Trev lowered his head, his eyes never leaving hers, and swiped at the lips of her sex.

  Beth would have come off the bench if Bo hadn’t been holding her up. Trev was utterly relentless. His tongue slid through her pussy, fucking into her cunt briefly before starting over again. He sucked the petals of her pussy into his mouth and groaned at her taste.

  “So fucking sweet,” Trev said before sliding a single finger deep inside. “And this little pearl is so pretty.”

  “Give it to her good, Trev. I need to fuck so bad. My dick is killing me.” Bo’s hands tightened around her breasts. She could feel his cock against her back, his hips thrusting a little. He tongued her earlobe. “God, I want to fuck you, Beth. I want to fuck your pussy while Trev takes your little asshole. I want to feel you between us. I want it so bad.”

  He bit her earlobe gently, the small pain sending tingles all the way to her pussy. That finger of Trev’s curved up and hit the perfect spot as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Beth came, her body jerking as the orgasm invaded her veins. Bo covered his mouth with hers, drinking down her cries as she shuddered in his arms.

  Trev gave her one last lick. “Bo, get her on top of you.”

  Bo rolled a condom on and reached for her.

  Trev shucked his jeans, his normal grace fleeing. He struggled out of them as though he couldn’t stand for them to spend another second on his body.

  Beth lay back in Bo’s arms, feeling utterly boneless. She was so suffused with pleasure, she couldn’t move, preferring to allow Bo to place her whatever way he would. He got onto his back and pulled her until she was on top of him. He felt so good, warm and smooth. She loved the way his skin felt against hers. He smelled good and clean, though the woodsy scent of his arousal was starting to take over. Bo felt like home.

  “Ride me, baby.” His cock thrust against her pussy, seeking access.

  Beth roused herself. Her pussy had been satisfied, but she wanted m
ore. She wanted to be caught between her men, surrounded by them.

  “Are you ready?” Bo asked.

  She reached down and guided his cock to her pussy. She pressed her hips down, impaling herself on his dick. “I’m more than ready.”

  * * * *

  Trev watched Beth lower herself onto Bo’s cock and realized that this was so much more than sex. He needed them. His cock throbbed painfully. He hoped he had the dexterity to get the fucking rubber on. He stroked himself, telling the beast to calm down.

  Bo’s eyes dilated with pleasure as Beth’s hips rolled.

  “Don’t you come, Bo. You don’t come until I get in that ass and then we go together.” Trev barked the order, satisfied when Bo’s eyes sharpened.

  “You better hurry then because she feels so tight. She’s so hot. God, I love fucking you, Beth.” Bo’s hands went to her hips.

  Trev climbed on the rack. He didn’t have a ton of time, and his dick didn’t want to wait either. “Hold her cheeks open. Beth, lean forward. Touch your breasts to Bo’s chest.”

  Her asshole came into view along with the pink plug Bo had worked into her anus to prepare her for this act. Trev felt his cock weep at the sight. She was so pretty, so trusting, lying there allowing him to touch her, to fuck her. She was everything he could have hoped for. He reached out and touched the plug. The muscles of her anus squeezed it tight. There was a ginger root in that girl’s future. He couldn’t wait.

  But now, all he could think about was how that asshole would squeeze him. He pulled the plug out, twisting a little as he did. Her anus was opened slightly. It would be a tight fit, but he would manage.

  He squirted lube on his thumb and pressed in, trying to coat her rectum in the slippery stuff. Beth groaned. Tight. She was going to be so fucking tight. He could feel Bo’s cock in her pussy.

  Trev caressed the globes of her ass. They were round and perfectly made. They were pink from his crop. The evidence of her submission made his balls draw up. Beth trusted him. Beth needed him.

  He forced the rubber over his dick, promising himself they would all get checkups and Beth would get on birth control because he wanted to ride that ass bareback and leave his cum inside her. He wanted to fuck her every morning and know that some piece of himself was inside her all day. He wanted to know that he and Bo filled her pussy and her ass with their cum.