Keeping Karly (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

Tears filmed her eyes as she smiled shyly and nodded her agreement.

“I never thought of it like that,” she said quietly, her tone thick and husky, full of emotion.

“It’s how you should always think of it. It’s how Bryce and I see you. Even Chris and Casey see what we see. You’re an amazing, talented, beautiful, caring woman Karly James. You just forgot that for a little while.”

I try to hide how emotional Grant’s words make me feel. Lying here naked as he kisses and caresses me gently is creating a sense of peace I can’t really explain. Just knowing that he isn’t repulsed by the scar that I’ve always viewed as a reminder of my failure, lifts a burden I didn’t even realize I was carrying.

Of course, Bryce being Bryce, the man who has never failed to sense my moods, notices the tear that leaks from my closed eyes. He slides onto the bed, lying beside me as he traces the wet path with his finger.

“Talk to me, Karly,” he says quietly, his tone very serious. “Tell me why you’re crying.”

“I’m not crying,” I say quickly, but then I remember my promise to always be honest in this room. “It’s sort of a happy crying.”

“Relief?” Grant offers as a second tear escapes my control.

“Yes, relief, but maybe…I’m not sure…maybe triumph as well.” I’m a little frustrated that I can’t find the words to describe what’s going on inside me.

“Triumph?” Bryce asks curiously. “It’s not as unusual a feeling as you seem to think.”

“Uh-huh,” I say, unconvinced as I finally open my eyes to look at them both. “It’s not exactly an Earth-shattering victory. Getting naked in front of men I care for isn’t cause for celebration.”

“You don’t see it, do you? You deserve to celebrate. Everything you’ve done since leaving that asshole has taken courage. Even this.” Bryce kisses me softly and then asks, “How many men have you been naked with—”

“Only three,” I blurt out before he finishes his question.

“—since your marriage ended?”

He gives me a surprised look. I shake my head quickly when I realize that by interrupting him I gave him the answer to the question I thought he was asking, not the actual question he asked.

“Since then? Only now. Only you two,” I say quickly, worried that I’ve hurt them with the suggestion that I may have slept with someone else.

“You were a virgin when you married?”

I blush slightly. My mother would have been disappointed if she’d known the truth. “Not exactly, but John was my first. We just…um…didn’t wait for our wedding night.”

“But you’ve never made love with anyone else.”

I shake my head as confusion whirls through me. Why are we talking about a man who made my life miserable? I want to forget all about John McCoy and move onto a better future. “Why?” I ask as a sob threatens to rise from my throat.

“It’s not important,” Bryce says, caressing my face. “It’s just a habit we pick up as Doms. Knowing what a sub likes and dislikes can help make a scene more pleasurable for all of us.”

“So you’re not a virgin?” I ask with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood. When Grant mentioned knowing about Casey cutting herself as a teenager, I hadn’t realized they would want to know my past just as intimately—probably more so since they plan to have sex with me.

Bryce laughs softly, seeming to realize what I’m doing. The kiss he presses to my lips is warm, soft, possessive. I want to wrap my arms around him but Grant said to hold on to the headboard, and I’m trying to do what he asked. I move my legs restlessly as Bryce deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth thoroughly as arousal swirls through me.

He moves a hand to my breast, the gentle touch on my nipple making it pull tighter, the sensitive bud sending a welcome surge of electricity lower. Without thought, I lift my spine, arching into his touch, demanding more. Bryce lifts his head, breaking the kiss, smiling at the soft moan that escapes me.

“Don’t move, little sub,” he says as he slides lower down the bed.

I gasp as his warm tongue laves over my nipple, Grant bending closer to do the same on the other side, the air rushing from my lungs as he bites me gently. He lifts up, smiling at me as he checks that my hands are still where he placed them. “Good girl,” he says before returning to my breast and driving me mad with desire. Even his words fill me with a sense of accomplishment. How can two little words make me feel so happy?

I’ve never felt like this before. Intercourse has always just been something I tolerated to keep my ex-husband happy, but now I actually want Bryce and Grant inside me. I shiver all over as I imagine cradling them in my body.

Bryce slides even lower, pushing my legs wide as he settles himself between my thighs. I feel a moment of fear, just a touch of panic as I realize the vulnerability of my position, but the first warm touch of his tongue on my damp flesh has me reeling. I moan as a strange sensation slithers through me, the feeling similar to what I knew to be orgasm, but this time somehow more intense, more appealing, more addictive. Grant brushes a hand over the side of my face, his expression one of happiness.

“Please,” I whimper, moving restlessly, my hands clenching the headboard tighter. I have no idea what I’m even begging for, but Grant’s whispered “soon” has me moaning the words “no, now.”

Bryce’s laugh vibrates against my pussy, my desire for him only winding higher. “I can see you’re going to need some incentive to behave, little one,” Grant says with a smile. “Perhaps you’re more ready for a spanking than you realize.”

I shudder all over at the thought, but strangely it’s not from fear. Grant watches me closely, assessing my reaction to his naughty words. I can’t help but gasp when Grant grins and tweaks my nipple quite hard.

“Perfect,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to my nose, and then Bryce lowers his mouth to my pussy once more. This time he isn’t gentle. This time he pushes two fingers inside me and presses his mouth to my flesh. I can feel his tongue parting my folds, the moist heat arousing in a very intimate way.

I move my legs, instinctively trying to close them, trying to escape the intense sensation.

“Open,” Bryce growls, the vibration of his verbal order against my skin sending heat skittering through me. I gasp as something happens, something I don’t understand, the feeling that I’m rocking, as if lying in a boat battered by gentle waves suddenly becoming stronger, suddenly becoming more necessary, somehow suddenly vital to my state of mind.

I tense, my legs stiffening as heat bursts through me, the incredible sensation taking over my whole body, dictating my movements, pounding me from all sides as I gasp for breath. A soft moan escapes me, the feeling of undulating becoming reality, my movements no longer of my own accord.

I sob as the feeling deepens, the heat expands, exhaustion grips me.

Grant and Bryce both embrace me, their soft touches and whispered words bringing me slowly back to reality. I feel Grant maneuver me to a different position, barely registering that I’m cradled in his arms until he wipes the tears from my face.

“Have you never had an orgasm before, little one?”

His voice is soft, but I can hear the thread of concern. It takes a few more moments to pull my emotions and my physical responses back under my control. Smiling tiredly, I try to reassure him, but there’s not much I can say. The answer to his question is obviously “no.” It doesn’t matter that I would have answered otherwise if asked only a half hour ago. Back then I hadn’t really known the definition of the word. I shake my head, feeling the heat of embarrassment scorch my face.

“Thank you, Karly,” Bryce says in a voice filled with emotions that I can’t quite identify.

He moves his hand back to my wet flesh, my embarrassment growing as I realize how ready I am, how much I actually want him or Grant inside me.

It’s only then that I realize they are both still fully dressed.

Holy heavens. If that’s what these men can do to me with their clothes on, I’m not entirely sure I’ll survive it if they ever take them off, but oh wow, I really want to find out. I lift up to press a kiss to Grant’s mouth as I try to reach the buttons on his shirt.

His soft laugh has me smiling against his lips.

“Impatient, little sub?” I nod effusively, still trying to undo buttons when he lifts me off his lap and moves off the bed. “Back into position,” he says in that bossy tone that seems to turn me on even more. How on Earth is that possible? I already feel on the verge of another amazing, life-altering experience and they’re only just looking at me.

I quickly stretch out, grasping the headboard once more, moaning as I watch them drag off their clothes. They’re both tall and sleek, muscular in all the right places, but it’s the erections between their legs, two rigid cocks that have me whimpering with need.

Grant takes his time rolling on a condom, teasing me as I watch.

Finally, he settles his body over mine, the position that used to leave me feeling claustrophobic somehow now making me feel loved and cherished, protected and truly cared for. I open my thighs wider, inviting him into my body, urging him to hurry as my need to know this man so intimately spirals out of control, but instead he lowers his head back to my breast, sucking at the nipple as I writhe with the unexpected sensation.

“Be still,” Bryce commands, my immediate compliance earning me a smile. I’m still incredibly turned on, so ready for sex that not moving intensifies the feeling, not quells it. Grant cups my face gently, his gaze searching mine as he finally presses his hard shaft against my willing flesh.

My body opens to him easily, eagerly accepting that first gentle thrust.

I feel tears flow down my face once more, his obvious care for my comfort making me love him even more. Bryce presses a kiss to my lips as Grant holds still inside me as I adjust to his size.

“Okay?” Grant asks as he slides partially out of me and then slowly returns.

I nod my head, unable to speak from the emotions crowding my throat.

“Good girl,” he says, starting to move a little faster, the slow glide into and out of my body increasing in speed, growing more forceful. I lift up to meet him, too impatient to wait for his deliberate thrusts. He moans, his own arousal seeming to grow as he starts to move faster, pressing me harder against the bed, taking control of my movements once more, pinning me to the mattress, loving me in a way I’d never dreamed possible.

I can’t believe that I’m shaking, the sensations of my earlier orgasm somehow magnified, this time lifting me higher, pulling me tighter, gripping me harder.

Grant moans as heat bursts through me once more, my internal muscles caressing him intimately, my movements again no longer my own. I gasp, riding the wave of pleasure, moving against his hold, groaning my approval as he moves much faster, thrusting into me over and over as I shake in reaction. He grips my hips, pulling me to him, pounding into my body as liquid fire travels through my veins.

I lift my legs and wrap them around him, holding on to him, unwilling to release him from my grasp. His movements become wild, less controlled, more forceful. I grin as he groans, his shaft throbbing inside me, his orgasm so very beautiful to watch.

He presses his weight against me for a moment, the feeling of being completely surrounded by him comforting in an unexpected way.

“Give me a moment,” Grant says, punctuating his words with soft kisses against my throat. After a few deep breaths, he carefully moves away, his hand holding the condom in place, his obviously responsible behavior doubling the high regard I’ve always held for this man.

Bryce kisses me softly, the expression on his face hard to define. Grant is back quickly, his grin widening when he sees my arms folded over my stomach.

“Did I say you could move?” he asks, his intentions very obviously playful in the most wicked of ways.

“Um,” I say, trying not to smile as he taps a finger to his lips.

“What happens to subs who break the rules?”

I almost can’t breathe at the thought of being punished. But instead of the fear that I expected to feel, it’s renewed arousal running through my veins. He slides onto the bed, pinning my hands above my head, his other hand roaming down the length of my body as I squirm with anticipation.

Bryce gives him a concerned look, but Grant simply grins as he embarks on his wicked endeavor.

I shriek as he tickles me, his fingers somehow finding my most sensitive spots, his grip on my hands meaning I’m unable to move far enough away to escape. I’m gasping, breathless with laughter, shaking all over as he finally takes pity on me and starts to caress me instead.

“We love you, Karly,” Bryce says with a wide smile. “Marry us.”

I can’t help but tease. “Was that a question?”

“No,” he says, Grant’s fingers poised to tickle me once more. “That was a demand. A very bossy, very serious command that a good sub wouldn’t dare deny.”

His smile grows wider as I pretend to think. These men are everything I ever wanted—caring, loving, protective, and yes, even bossy. I’ve longed for a future with these men as mine. I almost can’t believe that I’m not dreaming.

“Yes, Sirs,” I whisper, trusting these men with my love, my happiness, and most definitely, my future.