The Perfect Plan [The Men of Treasure Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Never having heard the sound of leather slapping against skin before, the pain barely registered as the
thwack
echoed in the large room. “One.”

The tone came wrapped in reprimand as she bit her tongue. “Two, three.”

Lilly flinched uselessly as the blows come in slow succession, relentlessly. “Four, Five.” Without pausing, Orin continued his slow dominance. “Six, seven, eight.”

The inundation of blows on her tender flesh seemed to peel back new layers of soreness. It didn’t seem to have an end, as the ripe pain seemed to build and sear through her. Conversely, the feel of his hard cock poking into her stomach reminded her of his ownership. Of course, the platinum rings on her finger also spoke volumes.

Being displayed prominently for him right on his lap was painfully arousing. There was another dimension to the pain, though, a pleasure that she was almost too ashamed of to revel in.

She liked what he was doing, a lot.

A slow, mounting need growing with each strike, she wanted more.

As Orin reached twenty, Lilly abandoned the idea of lying still and was whimpering. Orin was now stroking the reddened flesh of her backside as she jerked involuntarily, hypersensitive to touch. Slowly moving downward, she couldn’t help but gasp as she felt his thick fingers enter her wet pussy. Squirming in pleasure, she tried to control herself from seeking out more of his touch.

“For all of the protesting and whining, you certainly seem to have enjoyed yourself, wife. Now, let’s make you really mine,” Orin said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. Over in the corner, she eyed Davis and Jacks, who were stroking their engorged cocks.

* * * *

The loud nay of a horse threw Lilly back into the present. Her heart was beating furiously. She remembered everything. She married him, and she allowed him to spank her and then fuck her, several times. Oh God. It was all her idea!

She was the one who said if they wanted to fuck her, they had to marry her. Of course she was only joking, and didn’t think they would take her seriously, but they did. They followed her lead. If she hadn’t said anything, she would still be single. She wouldn’t be in this mess, and she wouldn’t be worrying if she was pregnant.

Anger which she had never experienced before in her life fueled the fires within her.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

* * * *

Lilly was mumbling loudly, berating herself when she walked back into the house, passing each of the brothers. She never saw that Orin stood and that Davis stopped talking. She never heard Jacks follow behind her. All she could think of what she did and how in the hell she was going to get out of it.

She knew it wouldn’t take long for her family to find out. Marriages of
her
kind were a constant delight for gossip at her mother’s church social on the fourth Sunday of every month. Looking up quickly, Lilly turned to see all three of them staring at her. “What’s today?” she said forcefully.

“Uh, it’s Saturday,” Davis answered quietly.

“No, the date! What is the date?” she asked again in frustration. If she could get the exact date, then just maybe this whole mess could be fixed before her mother’s church social found out and had it spread all over Silver Springs, and back to her father and brothers. It was a long shot, but she was willing to try anything.

She watched as Jacks looked at his watch. “It’s Saturday, October 6
^th
. Why?”

“Oh thank God,” Lilly said, letting out a long breath.

“Who cares what the date is? We need to figure out how to fix this,” Orin said, interrupting her.

“It matters because we have the next three weeks to figure out how to fix this marriage issue and if I am pregnant. Because let me tell ya’ll right now. If we don’t fix this before the fourth Sunday of this month, my mother’s church social will know that I am married, and they will tell her. She will tell my father, who will then inform my brothers, and trust me when I say you do not want my brothers on ya’ll’s doorstep. They can be… unruly,” she explained nervously.

“So what if your family finds out, Lilly. We’re married. They’re gonna have to find out sometime,” Jacks said, walking toward her. When he grabbed her hands and held them to his chest, Lilly knew he didn’t understand.

“Jacks, they don’t know. They think I’m—” Oh hell, how in the hell could she explain it to them, when she didn’t even understand? Everything in her life had gotten so twisted around, and before she knew it, words were said, feelings were hurt, and trust was broken.

“What do they think, Lilly?” Davis asked, moving closer.

“It’s just that, well, they never understood. They still don’t. I tried to explain, but…”

“What? What don’t they understand?” Orin asked, stepping behind her. Lilly looked up, and she was surrounded by them. They moved in, and in some weird way, they cocooned her, protecting her and giving her the strength she needed. “They think I’m in California. They think I ran off with my college boyfriend.”

“You told me last night he abandoned you.”

“He did!” Lilly shouted in frustration. They weren’t listening to her. Nobody ever listened to her.

“How long has it been since you’ve been home, Lilly?” Jacks asked firmly.

“Five years,” she whispered.

“Five years!” Jacks shouted. “Why?”

“Because they wanted me to do something, and I refused.”

“What did they want you to do?”

Lilly couldn’t tell them. They wouldn’t understand. Hell, she didn’t understand. She just knew that from birth was what was expected of her. She never argued the fact, that was until she went away to college and decided she didn’t want to do it.

“Answer Jacks, Lilly. Now,” Orin ordered firmly.

“I’m supposed to marry someone,” she whispered.

Oh, this wasn’t going well. She was getting nervous. When she got nervous, she stammered and couldn’t explain the price of tea, let alone what it was she was raised to do. Frustrated, she ran her fingers through her hair. Her face was flushed, and her hands were shaking. She knew they were looking at her like she was a crazy person, but damn it, how could she clearly explain her family when she didn’t really understand them herself.

“Well, it’s a little late, ’cause you’re married to us. This other asshole can go find himself another wife. You’re ours,” Jacks said, pulling her into his embrace. Lilly knew he was trying to soothe her nerves, but nothing was going to calm them. She needed to explain.

“Jacks, there’s more,” she mumbled.

“No there isn’t. My brothers and I married you, we consummated the marriage, and you’re gonna have our baby. What more is there to discuss?” Jacks stated clearly.

“Uh, dude, Orin and I will concede to the wedding and the bedding, but we ain’t sure about the baby. Unless there is some test that can tell us right now, let’s hold off on the baby talk, okay.” Davis grinned.

“I ain’t conceding to anything, until I hear the whole story. Let Lilly finish,” Orin said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Lilly turned to look at the large, powerful man. He was something to see. Taller than his brothers, Orin was also more muscular. He had an air of superiority about him, a dominant trait that bucked no refusal. With his strong, angular jaw and solid nose, his face looked more chiseled than his brothers. But it was his sea-gray eyes, those cold, unforgiving pools, that held her attention. “Now, Lilly,” he ordered.

Jacks took Lilly’s hands and gently walked her back over to the couch. He knew what ever was going through her head was causing her to stress. Her poor little body was shaking like a leaf, and it was starting to make him nervous. He really didn’t care what she said, because there was nothing that was going to separate them. She was his wife, and he was going to make sure she stayed that way.

When they were all seated, he said, “Okay, Lilly. What are we missing?”

“I guess I should begin with my name. It’s Lillian Margaret Campbell. I was born in Silver Springs, Montana. I am the daughter of—”

“Oh, fuck me!” Orin shouted, getting to his feet. Jacks watched as his brother was now nervously running his hands through his hair. His pacing was hurried as he looked wildly around the room for inspiration.

“What? What did I miss?” Davis asked, confused.

“Yea, please enlighten me. Why are you antsy?” Jacks asked, watching Orin lock the front door and begin to lower the blinds and close the curtains. “Don’t you realize who she is?” He rounded on them, shocked.

“Lilly’s our wife. That’s all I care about,” Jacks said and grinned at the woman who was now cowering deep into the couch.

“Jacks! She is Lillian Campbell,” Orin stated as if that was enough.

“Son of a bitch!” Davis cursed getting to his feet and looking at her.

“So, and I am Kenneth Jackson McDaniel. What the fuck is wrong with you? You look scared or something.” Jacks said, getting annoyed.

“You should be, too! We have to hide her. She can’t leave the house until we figure out how to fix this,” Orin said, quickly spouting off orders.

“Orin, I can’t stay here. It will only lead them back here,” Lilly replied as if she was on the same page.

Jacks looked at Davis, and he knew his brother was on the same page as Orin. What did they know that he didn’t?

“Hold up one minute. Why can’t Lilly leave? And what the fuck is wrong with you?” Jacks demanded angrily, looking at Davis.

“Dude, you seriously don’t know?” Davis asked, shocked.

“Know what!” Jacks shouted.

Pointing at Lilly as if she was on display, Orin stated, “That woman—the one we married last night, fucked, and possibly got pregnant—is none other than Lillian Campbell, the only daughter of James and Iris Campbell, the richest cattle baron in Montana!”

Davis McDaniel just stared at the woman cowering before him on his sofa. For the first time in his life, he wished there was something more comfortable to offer a guest than the old worn leather sofa she now sat on. He never really considered his home or its belongings inferior, but having none other than Lillian Campbell in his home, well, he just wished it was better decorated.

Growing up the second oldest, Davis was used to hand-me-downs. He could really care less. They were already broken in and quite comfortable. He never complained when his mother placed a pile of Orin’s clothes on his bed, mended and ready for him to wear. He never complained when his fathers passed on Orin’s old worn-out bike so he could have one for himself. Nor did he complain when Orin outgrew his bed and it found its way into his room. He was used it and accepted it.

Of course, he would only admit to himself when he was alone, that just once he wouldn’t mind something that was solely his, but he knew wishing for anything like that was fruitless, because growing up in his family, he was destined to share everything, including the woman before him.

He was okay with that, but he was not okay with what he had to offer her. What could he give the woman? Secondhand furniture, hand-me-down dishes, or a generational ring that sat upon her finger? Nothing he could give her would ever be new, fresh, or unused. Hell, he couldn’t even give her his virginity, because he wasted that on Carrie Ann Monahan in the eleventh grade! Nope, Davis McDaniel was nothing more than a second-rate cowboy with hand-me-down clothes, a family home that had been in his family for generations, and two brothers he was destined to share everything with.

“Davis?” she whispered softly, getting his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yep, just peachy. Can I get you something to drink? Are you hungry? Here come over here and sit. This chair is better than that old couch,” he rambled.

Her small laughter lightened his mood. “I’m comfortable where I am. Thank you anyway.” She smiled warmly at him.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Orin asked, peeved.

“Well, that couch is old. Maybe we should get something new,” Davis replied.

“We can’t afford new furniture. You know that. You take care of the books. Get your head off the damn décor and help me figure this shit out,” Orin yelled, annoyed.

“There is nothing to figure out. She is married to us, and she is staying married to us,” Jacks said stubbornly, holding onto her hands.

“Jacks, it’s real sweet that you want me, but I don’t think that’s what Orin was talking about,” Lilly explained.

“Too bad. I don’t care who your family is. I love you, Lilly. I fell in love with you on sight last night. Please say you’ll give this marriage and us a chance. We can work everything out. You’ll see,” Jacks pleaded.

“Bro, that’s not the point! When her father finds out, he is gonna kill us. You do realize that Campbell Industries is our main distributor. If we lose that contract, we’re fucked!” Orin said, exasperated. “Look, everyone, we need a plan and a damn good one. I agree that Lilly needs to stay here until she finds out if she is pregnant. But we also need to figure out just how legal this marriage is. Now, I don’t know about you, but I thought you couldn’t get married if you’re drunk,” Orin stated.

“We weren’t drunk,” Lilly whispered.