Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (27 page)

Barrett held Chris’s stunned gaze as the revelation sank in for them both. Who would she choose? Would this be the end of their friendship?
Their kinship?

“
What if we didn
’
t ask her to choose?
”
Chris asked, apparently reading Barrett
’
s thoughts.

“
What the hell are you talking about?
”
Of course she
’
d have to choose, and Barrett would lose out. Again.

“
We already share her
,
and it
’
s good. Damn, it
’
s great. It doesn’t have to end on Sunday.
”

Barrett lost the smile that had snuck onto his face. He didn’t bother denying the reasoning behind his cousin’s suggestion. It made perfect sense. It was something they both wanted.

But did Sarah want that?

He had to know. Barrett had somehow fallen in love, and in a matter of twenty-four hours.
Real
love. He was so sure he loved Gail. Worshipped her, even. No woman had even come close to the pedestal Barrett had placed her on.

But then he met Sarah Emerson
,
and all that changed.

The feelings he thought he had for Gail didn’t compare to the feelings he had for Sarah, and he hated that he couldn’t stop comparing the two. With Gail
,
he felt a flame. With Sarah, he felt an inferno so hot it could melt the world.

Gail is gone.
He realized right then and there. She’d been gone for years. Barrett, to her, was no more than a means to get what she wanted.

No more.

To Sarah, he stood front and center. Both he and Chris did
,
and it felt amazing, like the weight of this life and the next had lifted. He knew he’d never have to worry about her running into the arms of someone else.

“Something smells good,” an angelic voice sang from behind them. The two men whipped around and stilled as Sarah walked out from the back room in an oversized long john top and nothing else, stretching with her hands so high over her head it hinted at a peek of her sweet pussy. She then lowered her hands, and both men released a disappointed sigh.

She found her glasses on the table and slipped them on. After pulling the band out of her hair, she combed her curls as best she could before piling her mane back on top of her head and securing it in place.

She walked over and glanced down into the pot. “Are we having Cajun for dinner?”

The men looked at her. In fact, neither one of them could pull their collective gaze from her. Barrett couldn’t speak for his cousin, but he didn’t have the power to look away. Sarah Emerson, no makeup, looking every bit at home in a glamping tent, casually glanced over her shoulder as she turned to the food, those giant, liquid, brown eyes focused in on him.

And then on Chris. She grinned and flirted with them both. His chest swelled, and whether he liked it or not, she had him in her grasps. He knew better than to fall for a guest. Love skewed priorities. Love caused a person to lose focus.

Love hurt.

“It’s burning,” she explained and took the spoon from Barrett to stir the food. “You know? Blackened, as in Cajun style? Never mind.”

She scooped some beans out of the pot and tasted them, the gesture of watching her mouth surround the lucky spoon tensing every muscle in Barrett’s body and sending surges of lust straight to his balls.

“Mmm. That’s good. So creamy and hot. I’m starving.”

Only Sarah could eat something as simple as canned beans and franks and find a way to make it sound like lobster. Barrett’s mouth watered for more than the food.

He took the spoon back and removed the pot from the stove, his gaze never leaving hers.

Her pretty brow crinkled into the cutest frown. “What are you doing? I’m hungry.”

“So am I,” he rasped, thick hunger heating his tone.

She lifted her brow and curled the corners of her mouth into a sensual smile. “Why, Mr. Gideon, wasn’t it you complaining that we’d end up killing each other?”

“What a way to go,” Chris said and stood to join them. “This time it’s my turn in that sweet ass.”

Sarah lay naked on the bed, her wrists bound, her belly up. Her Gideon boys rustled around, whispering to each other, plotting against her. She heard words like
vibrator
and
tickler
, and just the thought of what they’d do with the toys had her body quivering.

She knew she should at least make some sort of attempt at a protest, but the idea of having Chris and Barrett touching her, pleasing her, had her pussy tingling in anticipation. This shouldn’t be exciting her, lying naked, the crisp, cool air kissing her flesh, waiting for God only knew what.

“Where should we start?” Chris asked.

“I know where I want to start.”

The heated lust thickening Barrett’s voice sent a fresh set of cool chills peppering her skin. Tension coiled around her womb, tightening like a vise and liquefying her desire. His gaze burned as it pinned her to the bed. Blistering juices drenched her pussy when his impossibly gentle touch caressed her skin as he ran his finger up and down the flat of her belly.

“Baby, I need you to hold still.” When he reached between her legs and spread something cold and slippery all over the outside of her pussy, she jerked and pulled back. “Sarah, it’s just aloe. I’m going to have Chris shave you. He has the steadier hand.”

“What?” She struggled again, this time with more conviction. She didn’t want a bare pussy. On a dare she’d shaved her vagina back in college. When the hair started to grow back she’d never had anything itch so bad in her entire life. “I don’t want you to.”

“It isn’t a matter of what you want, sweetheart. As your Master
s
, it’s what
we
want.”

“How’s that fair?”

“No one said it was fair,” he told her. She tensed but then let out a shuddering breath when his fingers opened her lips and started to play with her clit. “How’s that feel?”

“Like torture. Come on, Barrett. Do you really think that distracting me will work?”

“I think it already is. Chris?”

The first of several slow swipes of the razor started. It didn’t hurt as she’d feared. Chris had a very gentle touch. With Barrett lazily circling her clit, it really did keep her distracted enough to not jump out of the restraints and kill them both. She forced her eyes closed and focused on Barrett’s touch, not the fact that Chris now had the razor removing the hair covering her vaginal entrance.

“How’s that?” Chris asked.

“That’s perfect.” He traced his fingers along the highly sensitive, bare, and smooth skin.

Every cell in her body screamed with pleasure at the feeling of him touching her. She had no idea a shaved pussy could heighten the sensations like that. She felt her own juices coating her lips, something that she’d never felt before. It was highly erotic. Swirls of sensation coiled around her body as Barrett continued his lazy assault on her clit.

And then he stopped. She whimpered and lifted her hips, seeking out his finger once again. He had her so close. One thrust of his finger. One little flick against her clit and she’d shatter.

Instead of returning to where she needed him most, he lifted a peacock feather in his hand and smiled down at her. It wasn’t a tender smile. It was fueled by the hunger and ardent need she saw in his eyes.

“You’ve not been very submissive today.” He stroked the feather sexually, teasing her by touching it the way she wanted him to touch her.

“Haven’t we already been over this? I’m not the submissive type.”

When he nodded at his cousin, Chris lifted his hand and hovered it above her pussy. He then looked back at Barrett
and waited.

“You will obey
us
or you will be punished.” Barrett lowered the feather and traced first her left nipple, then her right. She gasped and writhed at how it tickled.

“You keep saying that.” She wouldn’t be turned on by this
Dom/sub
act they had going, she told herself. No one served as her Master. No one owned her.

He nodded again at Chris, and before Sarah took another breath, Chris’s hand came down and a sudden, light slap smacked against her bare pussy. She stilled and widened her eyes, first at Chris and then Barrett. He grinned and arched his handsome brow in triumph.

Oh, no, he didn’t.

Sarah fought against her restraints. She’d break through them, damn it, and when she did, they’d both pay for thinking they could first shave and then spank her pussy.

“Again.”

“You do and you’ll lose your hand,” Sarah bit off and twisted to break free of the restraints.

When the blow landed, the slight sting rocked her body. Arousal shot through her system, swelling her clit and tightening her nipples. Another gush of hot juices drenched her cunt as her body betrayed her words and gave her away.

She should not be enjoying this. Spankings were not pleasurable. The spanker didn’t leave the spankee moaning and begging for another. Her hips came up, exposing her pussy to Chris, silently pleading for more.

“Damn it, Chris. Do that again.”

Barrett had never looked more like a Dom to Sarah than at that moment. He removed his shirt and unfastened his jeans before pulling out his rigid cock to stroke it. He nodded at Chris
, who nodded back
.

Another blow landed, and Sarah writhed on the bed. She stared at the flesh in Barrett’s hands, licking her lips. She wanted that in her mouth. Now.

“Do you want to suck my cock, Sarah?”

She nodded.

“Words, baby. You know I demand words.”

Fuck words. Lifting her hips, she taunted Chris with her pussy. From the way he fixated on her cunt, she knew she had him. “Eat me, Chris. I know you want my pussy. Look how wet you make me.”

“Enough,” Barrett ordered. “You will only address
us
with
our
permission.”

“Then gag me,” she countered and dropped her gaze to his enormous cock.

“Witch.” He slipped his cock past her lips, easing into her mouth until the blunt tip hit the back of her throat. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of me.”

She tightened her lips around him and started to move, sucking him with fervor. Chris, wicked, carnal Chris, had snuck a finger into her pussy and began to stroke.

“Easy. This isn’t a race.” Barrett fisted her hair to slow her down, but she fought him and increased her pace. “Sarah, baby. Slow down.”

Chris spanked her pussy again, and she arched up, sucking Barrett’s cock in desperation. One more. Just one more strike and her clit would explode.

And then he did.