The Men With the Golden Cuffs(131)

Yes, she was vulnerable to men like Doyle and Brian, and yes, the world could be a crappy place. It invaded and encroached on the good things in life, but here, she was safe. Here, she was the queen, choosing them over and over again.

Her mind floated while they counted out her discipline. She was almost disappointed when they finally spoke the word twenty.

“Test her.” Jake’s hands traced the cheeks of her ass. She wondered if he was getting hard looking at the flesh made pink by the flat of his hand.

A finger slid through her pussy. Adam. “Oh, she’s our kinky girl. She loves this, Jake. I think I might have to suffer through Ian’s class after all. I never wanted to really dominate a woman before, but I think I want to be her proper Master.”

“You never really loved a woman before,” Jake said quietly.

“No. I fooled myself. But this is real.”

“This is real.”

She didn’t say anything because she understood that this was something that would be just for them. They had an intimate relationship, too. It didn’t include sex, but it was a form of love. She would be the center of their world, a way to express their caring for each other by sharing a wife and building a life.

It was a beautiful thing to be.

An arm wrapped around her middle, gently bringing her up. Jake lifted her into his arms, taking care with the wound on her side.

“Time to move to the bedroom, baby.” He walked through the house, making short work of the distance.

She loved the master bedroom. She loved that it was big enough for the three of them. It had all the trappings of a normal marital bed. Dressers for clothes and containers for watches and wallets. Three in a row, with hers in the middle. Like they would sleep. Like they would walk together. She would always be in the middle, surrounded by their affection.

“Tell me those are good tears, Serena.” Jake looked down at her as he placed her on the bed. “I never want to make you cry again. I need to know you forgive me.”

For saying a few words in the heat of the moment? It seemed so far away now. It had been a foolish fight in the first place, and one they might have again. Trust would grow between them, but there would always be insecurities and tiny jealousies. It wasn’t the fact that they were in a ménage that made it so, Serena knew. It was the fact that they were human and in love. They would fight and make up and fight again. It was inevitable in a passionate relationship. “I forgive you, Jake. Now, and the next time, and the time after that.”

A smile curled his lips up. “I’m glad you recognize that I will fuck up again.”

She touched his hair, so soft despite the hardness of the style. “We all will. And it’ll be okay.”

His lips hovered over hers. “It’ll be okay.”

He kissed her, but it was a sweet promise of emotion and passion and years of both ahead.

“Hey, my turn.” The bed dipped, and Adam climbed on. He’d gotten out of his clothes. Seeing him naked just took her breath away. He crawled toward her, those broad shoulders coming into view.

Jake winked down and then got off the bed, leaving her to Adam.

He growled a little as he kissed her. “Get used to this, baby. I’m calling in some vacation time for me and Jake. We’re going to start the honeymoon early. Now get on your knees. I want to taste you while Jake gets your pretty ass ready.”

Oh, she wanted that, too. She wasn’t sure there was a better feeling in the world than one of her men tasting her pussy like it was a particularly juicy piece of pie. She rolled to her side and got on her knees, lifting her ass in the air. Adam slid between her legs, his own dangling off the edge of the bed. She could feel his hot breath hovering under her pussy. His hands were on her hips, pulling her down.

A low moan escaped her mouth as Adam licked her pussy. He delved inside, sucking at the petals of her sex, pulling in one and then laving affection on the other. Pleasure bloomed across her skin, lighting up her nerves and making her so vibrantly aware that she was alive.

She’d survived. She was here with them, and she would never leave again.

Adam continued to lash her sex with pleasure as his hands parted the cheeks of her ass.

“I have to use a little lube, baby.” Jake’s voice skimmed across her back as he placed a soft kiss at the base of her spine. “Just relax. I’ll be inside you soon. God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Adam licked at her clit, a slow drawing of tongue across flesh, as Jake worked the lube in. Serena was caught between the soft work of Adam’s tongue and the erotic jangle of Jake’s fingers rimming the rosette of her ass. So much sensation. She closed her eyes, trying to ride the wave.