Sophie Oak: Sirens in Bliss

Why hadn’t she trusted him? She relaxed because it wasn’t Aidan she hadn’t trusted. It was herself, and that had been foolish.

She was her mother’s daughter. And she might screw up mightily from time to time, but she would win in the end. She would win because she was surrounded by love.

It was more important than pride. More important than any career. More important than land.

She’d worried about her place. If she didn’t write fast enough she could lose her place.

But her place was right here—pleasing and being pleased by her men.

“That’s what I need.” Aidan’s hand skimmed up her back as the plug slid home.

It was so big. She was stretched and full. She clenched around it, feeling every centimeter deep inside.

“And that’s what I need. Yes, baby. Yes.” Lucas held her hair, and his hips plunged deep.

Cum, salty and male, spurted onto her tongue. She lapped it up, drawing Lucas’s semen into her mouth and swallowing him down. It coated her mouth, filling her with his essence.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, his face flushed, his chest heaving. “Damn, that felt good. Did she take the plug?”

She heard Aidan chuckle behind her. “You impatient son of a bitch. You just came and you’re already wanting to know if we can take her.”

“Well, can we?” Lucas asked, proving just how impatient he was.

Aidan moved the plug, pulling it out and slowly, so slowly, pressing it back in. Every nerve in her backside was lit with a jangly pleasure. Her spine threatened to curl, but she had to stay still. Aidan was serious about the discipline thing, and she had the feeling if she did what she wanted to—arch back and force him to fuck her harder—she would find herself tied up and tortured for hours.

It wouldn’t be the first time they had tied her up and spanked her and brought her to the edge of pleasure again and again only to hold back.

She couldn’t stand the thought of that tonight. She needed them tonight.

Lexi closed her eyes and submitted. She relaxed and gave herself over to her men.

“That’s exactly what we want.” Lucas put a hand on her head. “Let us take care of you. You don’t have to be in control all the time.”

She didn’t. The last several months had been a blur of worry and work. This was the first time she’d sunk into subspace and let her cares fall away. There was nothing but safety and pleasure in this place. There was nothing but love.

The plug moved in and out of her, but Lexi concentrated on them. She focused on the hands that rubbed across her skin, gentling her, soothing her worries away.

The plug was still huge in her ass, but it moved easily now. Aidan fucked her over and over, opening her up.

“Now she’s ready,” Aidan said, and the plug slid away, leaving her empty and wanting.

Lexi felt Lucas lift her up. She was cradled against his chest as he walked her toward the big bed that dominated half the playroom. Solid arms held her so she didn’t need to work. She just relaxed in his arms and looked up at that face she loved so well. Lucas had come so far from the frightened kid she’d met in Willow Fork all those years before. He’d gone from the bad boy of the tabloids to a man who was steadfast and loyal and knew his worth.

“I love you.”

His face turned up, his eyes softening. “I love you, too, baby.”

He tossed his body on the bed, carrying them both down. It wasn’t hard to move her body, straddling him, rubbing their skin together. She could already feel his cock stirring to life. It hardened against her pussy.

“Ride me.” His hands were on her skin, guiding her where he wanted her to be. With a firm twist of his hips, he joined them together.

Her eyes closed in pleasure, but they weren’t done. She felt callused palms cup her breasts. Her Aidan. Her cowboy. He’d been her first love, the man who broke her heart, the man who put her back together again. When they’d first met, he’d been so beautiful she couldn’t imagine she would ever be attracted to anyone else, but the Aidan who loved her now was a man and not a boy. He bore the scars of a war, and she couldn’t imagine loving him any more than she did in that moment.

She let her face turn to his, their mouths fusing lightly.

“Baby, let me get inside.” Aidan pressed her down, gently forcing her against Lucas.

She was right where she needed to be. She was surrounded by them.

Something hard but warm pressed against her ass. Aidan worked his cock in and despite calling the plug too large, Lexi was reminded that Aidan was bigger. She wiggled, gasping and trying to relax. Lucas held her hips, forcing her cheeks wide to give Aidan room to work.

“Let me in.” Aidan’s command washed over her. His silky, dark voice was seduction in itself. “Don’t try to keep me out. This belongs to me. You belong to us.”

She did. And they belonged to her. Sometimes she forgot that it worked both ways. She needed her Masters to remind her again.

She let loose a long breath and tried to flatten out her back. The pressure on her ass increased until finally, blissfully, she felt Aidan slide in.

He shuddered behind her. “You feel so damn good.”

Lucas pressed up. “Yes, she does.”

Lexi was suffused with heat as they moved against her, long practice making the action easy. Aidan drove into her ass while Lucas was dragging his cock out. Lucas fucked deep inside her pussy while Aidan was pulling out, his dick lighting up every nerve she had.

It couldn’t last. They were too hungry, too desperate.

Lucas twisted his hips, his pelvis grinding on her clit as his cock drove deep and Lexi hurled over the edge. Pleasure crashed over her in waves, knocking her breath away and making her shake.

Aidan shouted out and held himself hard against her body. He filled her ass with his cum, whispering her name like a benediction.

Lucas’s beautiful face contorted in pleasure as he found his orgasm. He held her tight, as though she was his anchor.

They fell together, Aidan pulling her to one side so she was in the middle. Her place. She slept between them so she always had an arm around her or legs tangling with hers.

Lexi settled down, finally remembering her place in the world.

Stef and Jen

Jennifer cuddled her son in her arms as she looked up at the friends who had gathered in her room. The morning sun was streaming through the windows, giving the little room a soft, gauzy feel. Rachel and Callie had been in the waiting room most of the night, and Nell had shown up with zucchini bread bright and early.

“He’s so beautiful,” Nell said, staring down at him. She put a hand on her still non-existent stomach. “I hope my baby looks like Henry.”

Callie gave Nell a hug. “I think whoever the baby looks like, he or she will be beautiful.”

Nell took a long breath and nodded.

Jen reached her free hand out and covered Nell’s. Something was wrong. Maybe it was just pregnancy hormones. Jen hoped so, but it seemed like something was wrong with Henry, too.

“Good lord. Nell, what the hell is wrong?” Rachel asked from her place in the comfy chair. She was bouncing Paige.

“Rachel!” Callie said, indignation in her voice.

Rachel just shrugged. “Well, we’re all wondering about it. She’s been moping around for a month. It’s like someone put moody juice in her tofu.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” Callie shot back.

“Neither does tofu,” Rachel replied.

Nell held a hand up. “I found a gun in the house.”

Jen felt her eyes go wide. Nell and Henry were pacifists. “Holy shit.”

She needed to clean up her potty mouth. Her little baby boy was already learning bad words. But, holy shit…