Chains (12 page)

Walking down to the front of the cabin, she picked it up and turned it off. Turning, she spotted Chewi sitting up on the bed, glaring at her.

“All right, we’re driving back to Sarasota tomorrow. Happy?”

He let out a little chuffing noise and proceeded to lie down again.

Dammit, I
really
need to get my head examined.

The stress and the drive must have exhausted Rebecca, because even though her brain raced, and her heart hurt, she dropped off to sleep. She only realized that because she startled awake at the sound of someone knocking on her door.

The first thought to flit through her mind was that, somehow, Sam had tracked and found her.

As sleep fled her system, she realized that wasn’t likely, especially since it was two male voices calling out her name.

Male voices that sounded like Toby and Logan.

She got up and peeked through the galley window and saw, yes, it was Logan and Toby.

When she unlocked the door and let them in, they swarmed her, kissing her, hugging her.

“Don’t you
ever
scare us like that again,” Logan said, crushing her against him. “We’re liable to spank you for this.”

“How did you find me? I only talked to Eliza a little while ago.”

“Waze,” Toby said. “Took us nearly an hour, but we found your icon.” He cupped her face in his hands. “Please, please don’t keep running from Sam. Don’t run from us. We can protect you from him.”

“We love you,” Logan said. “We won’t let him near you. He tries, he’ll be sorry.”

She finally lost it, sobbing, her face buried against Toby’s shirt. “I’m sorry. I freaked out and all those old memories and fear and everything just came flooding back. Eliza told me she and Rusty talked to Derrick and Kel and Sam’s banned from the club now.”

Logan turned her to face him, his intense hazel gaze boring into her. “She told us when she called us a little bit ago. We were almost here already. We love you, and we
will
protect you. Let him try something. He’ll end up in jail this time.”

“I’m sorry I bolted.”

Logan pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair. “We’ll never force you to stay with us, baby, but please, at least give us a chance.”

Behind her, Toby pressed in close. “We love you. Let us do what we do best, and let us protect you.”

“If you let him break us up,” Logan said, “he wins. Again. It’s time to stop ceding the victories to him without a fight. It’s time we stand our ground, united, and put an end to this bullshit.”

She nodded. “You’re right.”

“Of course he’s right,” Toby said. “And like he said, we’ll never force you to stay with us. Ever. We only want you with us if you want to be with us. But don’t let some asshole who isn’t fit to wipe your shoes on be the reason you leave us. Please?”

From the back of the RV, Chewi barked. When they looked, they saw him standing on the bed, staring down the hallway at them.

I was sleeping, stoopid humans. Can we get back to normal? Oh, hi, friends with good nommies.

“I think that was him agreeing with us,” Logan said.

She nodded. “Probably.”

Locking the door behind them, they headed for the bedroom and stripped, evicting Chewi from his spot as they took over the bunk.

“Not quite as large as the bed at home,” Toby said as he climbed on top of her and kissed her, “but we’ll make do.”

Logan reached into his pants pocket and fished out a strip of three condoms. “Good thing I thought ahead at one of the gas stops.” He turned around on his back. With Toby’s help, he got her in a sixty-nine while Toby rolled one of the condoms onto his shaft. It wasn’t for diseases, since they’d all gotten tested. But she’d just started on the pill again and an oopsie wasn’t in their plans right now.

She moaned around Logan’s cock as Toby slid his deep inside her. Between Logan’s talented mouth licking and sucking on her clit, and Toby’s cock fucking her pussy, it didn’t take them long to get her started coming.

“God that’s so hot,” Toby said. “Watching you suck his cock and…ohhh, yeah. The way he’s tonguing my balls while I fuck you.”

She loved watching her men together as much as she loved being in the middle of them. Hearing Toby’s filthy narration only made her come even harder.

Salty pre-cum rolled down her tongue as she deep-throated Logan and worshipped his cock with her mouth. Then he worked his hands between their bodies, his fingers finding and latching onto her nipples, lightly pinching them, rolling them, and making her come even harder.

Her moans finished Logan off. His cock exploded in her mouth and she had to struggle to keep up, swallowing his cum as it pumped down her throat. And it sent Toby on final approach, too.

“That’s it, baby.” His fingers dug into her hips as he fucked her harder, deeper. “Swallow every drop of his cum. I can’t wait until we can fill you completely at both ends with that—yes!”

His last stroke remained buried deep in her pussy as he fell still, all three of them catching their breath. Slowly they untangled, and Toby went to dispose of the condom while Logan got turned around and cuddled with her in bed.

After they were settled in, Chewi’s head appeared at the end of the bunk, his ears perked up, front paws on the end of the bed.

Are you stoopid humans quite finished?

Logan laughed. “He looks miffed.”

She patted the bed and the dog finally jumped up, turning around a couple of times before dropping down with a disgusted-sounding grunt.

“He is,” she said. “He’ll get over it.”

* * * *

Rebecca felt bad that the men were going to miss a day of work because of her, but she was glad that they were taking turns riding with her while the other drove their car.

It pissed Chewi off, having to give up his passenger seat, but she knew he’d get over it.

Eventually.

Eliza kept calling her throughout the day, making sure she was still with the guys and still heading south. After they arrived at the men’s home in Sarasota, Eliza pulled into the driveway a few minutes later.

Flying out of her car, she stormed over to Rebecca. “I should shake some goddamned sense into you!” She engulfed Rebecca in a crushing hug. “Don’t you
ever
fucking do that to me again, do you hear!”

“I’m sorry. I panicked.”

“I know,” Eliza said, her voice muffled against Rebecca’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I thought I told you he was banned from the club.” She eased up on the hug to meet her gaze. “Stop running. Tilly, Tony, Seth, everyone has volunteered, if you need to, to let you stay with them if he tries anything. We are united with you against him. You are not alone any longer.”

Logan and Toby cleared their throats. “Oh, yeah,” Eliza said. “And not to mention, you have those two. So please, don’t ever run again. Let us do what friends do best and have your back. It’s time you get your life back.”

She nodded. “I will. I’m sorry.”

“Good.” She pulled Rebecca in for another hug. “Besides, I’d personally love another chance to hand that fucker his balls. You should have seen the way he avoided me like the plague that night at the club. Before Derrick and Kel threw him out, that is. It was a hoot. I would have followed him around the club making him uncomfortable if they hadn’t made such quick work of tossing him. And, yeah, everyone knows what he did to you and what he tried. No offense, I mentioned the pictures, too. Remember, outing someone is one of the lowest forms of asshattery in our community. He won’t be welcomed at any event in our area when word of that finishes getting around. And if he tries to spread those old pics around? Well, it only proves he’s an asshat. So stop worrying.”

“I hope you’re right.”

The men moved in, hugging both women. “She is,” Logan said.

“Listen to her,” Toby said.

“Yeah, listen to me.” Eliza gently poked her in the forehead. “And tonight, dinner, our place. Bring your laptop. Cali and her guys are coming over.”

“Why?”

“I want you to talk to her about ideas for your website and theirs.” She nodded to where Chewi was standing there watching them. “And bring him. Dominayshun dog there would be a hysterical model for the website in addition to Baxter and George.”

“George?”

“Abbey’s tortoise.”

“Oh.” Rebecca looked at Chewi. “What do you think?”

He sat, sneezing at them.

“I think he approves,” Rebecca said.

“Of course he does. We’re even going to try Boo as a model. A bulldog Domme. It’ll be hysterical and help both your sales and theirs. Now, no more talk about Sam, right?”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “Right.”

“Good.” Eliza turned to the men. “Next time, tie her up before you leave for work, huh?”

Rebecca had several more shows to vend at over the next couple of months. The three of them spent as much time together as they could, sometimes the men driving or flying out to see her, or meeting somewhere halfway, so they could have a few days here and there.

Then she had a three-month break. There’d been a show she’d originally planned to vend at, but she’d managed to make the cancellation deadline to get a refund of her money, meaning she could, in good conscience, settle down for a little while with the men.

She rolled into their yard Tuesday morning around five, and feeling close to collapse. She didn’t even unhook the Toad, just grabbed Chewi and headed inside, used the bathroom, and snuggled in bed between her guys.

Toby rolled over and kissed her. “Morning, gorgeous.”

From the foot of the bed, Chewi sneezed at them.

“Not you, buddy,” Logan sleepily said, rolling over to sling an arm around her waist. “I’d molest you now, but I know you’re exhausted and we have to get up for work shortly.”

“I’m assuming you’re talking to me and not Chewi,” she teased.

Logan nibbled the back of her neck. “Duh.”

“Oh,” Toby said. “We were going to the coffee time at Perkins tonight. Everyone’s missed you and been asking about you. Might be able to sell some goodies.”

Part of her wanted to say no, to hog her men.

But she had missed her friends.

“Tilly and Loren will be there, too,” Logan said.

“Okay, you talked me into it.”

She fell asleep and didn’t even wake up when they got up to get ready for work. She texted them after lunchtime, once she’d woken up, got some coffee in her, and unloaded the Toad from the dolly. The plan was they would try to come pick her up as long as they didn’t get hung up at work and stuck in traffic. Otherwise, she’d meet them there.

The estate sale had cleared out the majority of the stuff at her uncle’s house. Now she was left with the tractor and trailer, the truck, and less than half of one of the storage sheds filled with odds and ends.

She was trying out different ideas for the house, on paper and on a computer program she’d bought, 3-D modeling software that allowed her to move stuff around in the house based on the dimensions she’d inputted.

It was no longer a matter of if she made this her home, but when.

The men finished at work in time to come pick Rebecca up. The three of them drove out to the Perkins where the coffee time would be held. They weren’t the first ones there, fortunately. They recognized several people already milling around in the back room area.

As they sat there talking, and more people joined them, out of the corner of her eye Rebecca spotted a familiar face walk into the room and home in on her like a beacon.

Staring at her, Sam took a seat at a table across the room where she couldn’t help but see him.

The men started to get up but she stayed them. “No. I got this.”

Smiling, she stood, walked over to the table, and sat down across from him without saying a word.

The room fell silent as everyone realized what was going on.

Eventually, Sam straightened and spoke up. “What?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You were staring at me. I thought you wanted something.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Good. Then you’ll get out of here.”

“I have a right to be here.”

As one body, everyone else got up, walked over to stand behind Rebecca, and stared at Sam, most of them with angry glares on their faces.

“Sure, you do,” Rebecca said. “But you might want to ask everyone here if they want you here.” She looked up and back. “Do you, guys?”

“No.”

Sam leaned back, retreating from the force of the unified response.

Loren, standing next to Rebecca, spoke up. “I’m the host of the group tonight, and I say I don’t want you here, either. Would you like to try for a banning by the restaurant?”

Rebecca leaned in, dropping her voice. “Here’s what I know, asshole. You haven’t been able to get over the fact that I left you, even ten-plus years after the fact. People have told me you’ve had a string of disastrous relationships that never lasted more than a few months each after I left your sorry, abusive ass. So guess what? You don’t deserve anything other than a minor footnote in my personal history. If you don’t have anything further to say to me, I suggest you leave now, with what little is left of your dignity, because no one here tonight will say a damn word to you.”

“Bitch.”

She smiled. “That’s Ms. Bitch to you, asshole.” And with that she slowly stood, flipping him a bird before she turned and headed back to her original seat.

Before she turned to sit, she leaned in toward Toby. “Did he leave?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Yep.”

“Whew.”

Tilly walked over, looking smug. “Ah, I see the backbone implant has taken just fine. I’m proud of you, girl.”

“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t look good in prison orange.” She stepped in to hug Tilly.

“He’s not worth prison orange. Honestly, sweetie, had you said something sooner, he would have gotten booted sooner. Derrick and Kel don’t put up with shit like that at their club.”

“I didn’t know he was going there until that night I ran into him.”