Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) (38 page)

“Well,” he smirked. “I try not to be a burden.”

As Nik resumed his activities at her breasts, alternating back and forth from one to the other, Jay was busy at her anus, alternately fucking it with his tongue, then his fingers. Her body was alive with sensations. Nik’s pulls on her nipples sent lightning zapping straight to her clit, but it didn’t give her that direct touch she needed to fall over the edge. No matter how hard she strained, her orgasm hovered just beyond her grasp, tantalizingly out of reach. Until Jay thrust both his tongue and two fingers of one hand into her anus and began fucking her with his tongue and fingers, setting up an alternate rhythm, while rubbing the first two fingers of his other hand up and down her perineum, rimming her vaginal entrance, at the top of each stroke. She sucked in her breath, every muscle in her body straining, focused on gathering all the pleasure she was being given into that one goal—coming.

As her orgasm built, she bucked her hips, urging it higher and higher until Nik’s shouted “Come, baby, come!” gave her the final push she needed into a full-body orgasm that seized her and shook her and wouldn’t let her go until she no longer had strength to do anything more than lie there, limbs twitching, gasping for air and moaning beneath her breath.

She was only dimly aware of Nik’s mouth and hand releasing her breasts and removing the wedge from the bed. Of Jay’s cleaning her entire sex with a warm, damp cloth. Of the two of them fitting their bodies around hers, putting their arms around her and kissing her on her face and the back of her neck. She snuggled her bottom into Nik’s groin and heaved a contented sigh.

“That was awesome,
malinkaya
,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to see what naughty things you surprise us with tomorrow night. But I will tell you right now one thing’s going to happen for sure.” His tongue snaked out and licked her ear, making her squeal with delight. “I
will
be taking your virgin bottom.”

Holy fuck!
She sucked in a sharp breath. Her heart skidded to a stop, then resumed in a rapid, stuttering rhythm that wreaked havoc with her breathing. “But, Daddy. How can you call it a virgin bottom when Perry—“She broke off, biting her lip, unable to continue.

“I can call it that because that’s what it is. You didn’t
give
it to him. He took it even though he had no right to it. But I do have that right. It belongs to me and you
will
give it to me, with love and pride and acceptance because I ask it of you.” He nuzzled his face against her neck. “And I can’t wait, little mouse. I can’t wait to sink my cock into that dark, hot wetness that is mine. And Jay’s,” he added belatedly, giving his partner a wicked grin. “When I permit it, that is.”

Jay just grunted and pressed a kiss to Charlie’s forehead, but she never felt it. She was sound asleep. Hooking his right leg over both hers and Nik’s, he said softly, knowing she couldn’t hear, “Good night, Babygirl. I love you. You, too, Papa Bear.”

“Good night,
moy daragohy.
I assure you the feeling is entirely mutual.”

* * * *

Nik, Jay, and Charlie were sitting at a long table comprised of several smaller tables pushed together, along with Simon and Kylie Rafferty, Sarah, Jesse, and Adam. Lucas and Alex McKay, and Dr. Art Portman. Others were there, too, including Leah and her husband Clay, whom she introduced to Charlie as Raven. All ten members of The Midnight Riders had spent the morning in the ranch’s equipment barn for a full dress rehearsal of Charlie’s numbers. Leah, Raven, and Mitch’s fellow ranch hands had been a most appreciative impromptu audience, and all of them were in attendance tonight for Charlie’s debut. In fact, most of the campers, Lodge guests, and permanent residents of Passion Lake were there, too, including the oldest, Granny Grace herself, who was accompanied by members of her family as well as some of the staff from the Tea Shoppe, the Toy Emporium, and the Passion Lake Bed and Breakfast.

People had come from miles around, thanks to all the flyers of the band that had popped up all over town. And not just
this
town. In all the surrounding little towns within a thirty-mile radius. The flyers featured a large photo montage of Charlie in various poses.

The central photo was a side shot of her sitting on the bale of hay, leaning backward on her hands, kicking one leg up. Her head was thrown back and she was laughing as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Also included in the montage were two smaller head shots. The one of her in three-quarter profile with her hair billowing sensually around her head. And another one of her looking directly into the camera and smiling, her light brown eyes full of humor.

Tonight she was wearing an outfit very similar to the one Kylie had loaned her for the photo shoot, a denim skirt with a fringed hem, red and white checked blouse, fringed suede vest, red and white bandana around her neck, cowboy boots and straw cowboy hat. She’d actually found the boots at Sam Walker’s tack, feed, and camping store downtown. The rest Nik had ordered online and had them overnighted. She was also wearing a butt plug, size large, with an enormous ruby attached to the end. The same one Nik had rubbed with ginger oil and inserted into her ass on the ride home from court. She’d gasped when Nik had shown it to her this morning, shocked that he had ever managed to get it inside her. But when he told her to bend over the bathroom counter and spread her cheeks, she hadn’t uttered a single word of protest. One ginger oil punishment was quite enough for one lifetime, thank you very much.

There had been a bit of a burning sensation going in as her sphincter had stretched around the widest part before closing up around the stem. It wasn’t hurting now, but she now knew what a sausage felt like. Stuffed to the gills. Every time she squirmed in her chair it shifted inside her and kept her constantly aware of its presence. And, to her utter astonishment, in spite of her initial misgivings, she was finding that she actually liked having a plug up her ass! She
liked
knowing that her men had put it there. And that by wearing it, she was pleasing them and making them proud.

Ash had enlisted a dozen members of the Marshall County High School marching band to distribute the flyers. He’d actually convinced the school principal to give any band members who were willing to help, the day off from classes. Word had spread rapidly and eventually the entire band had pitched in, cars full of them driving around the county, stopping and disgorging kids like clowns from a clown car, madly stapling flyers to everything that wasn’t moving—and even a few things that were. Rumor had it that a more than one cow was walking around with a flyer tacked to her butt.

All sixty-seven members of the Marshall County High School marching band were present tonight. Even the cheerleaders had come, complete with their pompoms.

In honor of Charlie’s singing debut, the restaurant was filled beyond capacity. People were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the stage. Others were standing against the walls and around the perimeter behind the people on the floor. The restaurant and dance floor weren’t the only place that was crowded, either. The stage was equally crowded, since all ten members of the Midnight Riders were playing tonight. Mitch, Jake, Ash, Caleb, Ethan, and Garrett had been joined by Sam Walker, Julian Decker, Aaron Sawyer, and Gabe Steele.

Sam Walker was a short, wizened little man, probably in his late sixties. He’d been a lifelong resident of the old town of Porterfield before the SEALs had bought it and renamed it Passion Lake. The Walker house was one of the Victorian-era homes the SEALs had moved to the new Main Street and restored. Sam still lived in it. He owned the local general store downtown, specializing in fishing gear, camping equipment, tack and feed and other outdoor supplies. His deeply-tanned, leathery skin and bow-legged gait indicated someone who’d spent most of his life on a horse, out in the sun and the wind. His twinkling eyes were a pale, faded blue behind thick, black glasses. He had a bushy white, Santa Claus mustache and longish white hair that curled out from under his black Resistol.

And, as it turned out, not only did Sam Walker know the distinction between fiddle playing and violin playing, he was a master of both styles, having attended the Juilliard School of Music in his younger years and played with the Richmond Symphony Orchestra.

Julian, Aaron, and Gabe were younger, ranging in age from late twenties to early forties, loaded with the same charisma and sex-appeal all the men in Passion Lake seemed to have in spades. The aura of confidence and power pouring off of them told Charlie that here were three more members of this extraordinary group of former SEAL teammates who had taken their collective vision and turned it into this little gem of a town.

Julian Decker was tall, trim, and fit with a lean, athletic build. A blond, blue-eyed Adonis, he had gorgeous high cheekbones, full, sensual lips, cleft chin, and a neat, business-like haircut. If he were wearing a suit he would look like he’d just stepped off the cover of GQ. The wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose gave him a rather scholarly look. He played a wide variety of instruments, including the cello.

Aaron Sawyer and Gabe Steele were both tall, with brown hair and brown eyes, square jaws, and dimples. But their handsome faces, sexy grins, and fantastic bodies took them, like so many others in this town, beyond merely good-looking into the realm of super hunks. Any one of them could have been modern-day Fabios, making a fortune as cover models for romance novels. And when they were all in the same room together, the testosterone level blew through the roof.

At seven o’clock, all ten men walked through the crowd and stepped up onto the stage, taking up their positions at the various microphones, where their instruments had already been set up for them. Jake Weston seated himself at his drums, Ethan Bailey went to his keyboard, Garrett Sloan to his Dobro, lying on a chair. Caleb carried his violin, tucked under his arm. The others picked up a variety of guitars and lifted the straps over their heads.

Mitch Thompkins stepped up to the microphone. The thunderous applause that greeted him nearly drowned out his voice. “Thank you. Thank you.” He held out his hands. ”Please, please. You’re very kind.” He stood and waited for the noise to die down a little before continuing. “We’re supremely grateful so many of you are here tonight. I take it you saw the flyers?”

Everyone laughed

“Thought so.” Mitch smirked. “So before we start, let’s give a round of applause to Riley Cooper and the Marshall County High School marching band for their hard work in helping to spread the word. Stand up, guys and gals, and take a bow.”

The sixty-seven band members stood
en masse
, including the cheerleaders, who jumped up and down, waving their pompoms at the enthusiastic applause.

As the applause began to wane, someone yelled, “Go Cougars!” eliciting more laughter and more frenzied pompom waving. Finally the band sat back down and the noise died down.

“As you all probably know,” Mitch went on, “the Midnight Riders have discovered a brand new singing sensation and she is making her debut with us here tonight. So I would like you to give a warm Passion Lake welcome to Miss Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Fielding!” He spread his hands toward her, then started clapping, along with the rest of the band members as the audience rose to its feet, stamping and cheering. Nik and Jay handed her up from her chair. She made her way around the table and through the seated throng to climb up onto the stage. She shook Mitch’s hand before turning and waving to the boisterous crowd. As soon as the ruckus died down, she leaned toward the microphone. “Thank you so much for such a warm welcome,” she smiled. “But maybe you oughtta hear me sing before you commit yourselves.”

More laughter. Charlie went to pick up her guitar, which was on a stand close by the microphone. She slung the strap over her head and looked at Mitch and they launched into the opening bars of Lady Antebellum’s
Bartender
, which brought on a fresh spate of applause. Charlie started singing and the crowd went wild, going even wilder when Ethan and Mitch joined her on the harmonies. By the time they reached the first chorus, everyone was clapping along with the beat. When the song ended, the entire audience rose from their chairs, whooping, whistling, hollering, clapping, and carrying on. The cheerleaders went berserk.

Charlie’s face was flushed with such joy, Nik and Jay felt their hearts melting with love for her. Christ, she was so fucking glorious! They simply had to find a way to keep her in their lives, because the alternative was unthinkable.

“Thank you very much,” Charlie said, waving her hand to indicate the band behind her. “The Midnight Riders, ladies and gentlemen. Aren’t they great?” Another round of cheers, whistles, and applause rang out.

She and Mitch stepped back from the microphone and waited, heads down, for the crowd to settle down before Charlie stepped back up and played the opening bar of
Break Down Here
, accompanied by Jake Weston on drums. As she began to sing, her voice was a perfect match for the poignant words about love, loss, and heartbreak. A hush fell over the crowd as the other instruments and Ethan’s back-up vocals amplified the melancholy feel of the song and sent the melody soaring. The song ended to total silence from the audience. A silence that erupted into the thunderous sound of chairs being scraped back as once again, the entire restaurant full of people jumped to their feet to show her their appreciation.