Chains (13 page)

“I’d seen him a couple of times before, and heard about his bullshit, but never realized who he was in relation to you. He was always alone when he came in.”

“Figures.”

“Wait’ll we tell Eliza,” Logan said. “She’ll be happy.”

“She’ll be pissed off she wasn’t here to witness it,” Rebecca said. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell her.”

“Too late,” Gilo said. “I got it on video with my phone, just in case he tried something. I’ve already sent the clip to Eliza.”

“You wh—” She was interrupted by her phone ringing.

Eliza.

“You go, girl!” her bestie screamed over the line when Rebecca answered the call. “Good on ya!”

Those standing close enough to hear Eliza’s voice booming from the phone started laughing.

Rebecca stepped across the room away from the others. “Tone it back a few decibels, please. I need my hearing.”

“No, seriously. That was awesome. I’m so proud of you!”

“Did I pass, sensei?”

“You are an amazing grasshopper! You passed with all the epic win there is.”

Rebecca was still talking with her when she turned and noticed an identical, strange look on her men’s faces. When she followed their gaze, she saw them watching a woman who’d just entered, hugged a guy who’d walked in ahead of her, and then they’d taken a booth on the other side of the room.

It didn’t look like the woman had noticed them.

She quickly did the mental math. “Eliza, I need to run. I’ll call you back later.” She ended the call and walked toward her guys, but Tilly intercepted her on the way, hooking elbows with her and swinging her around and back to some privacy.

“Heads-up,” Tilly said. “We have another bogey at eleven o’clock.”

Rebecca swiveled her head, trying to look. “Is that Julie?”

“Let’s play nice.”

“I just ran Sam off.”

Tilly nodded. “And that was nice.”

She pulled loose of Tilly and made a beeline toward the booth, vaguely aware of her men scrambling to get up and make it over to her first.

“If you’re going to get in trouble,” Tilly called out, “at least do me proud in the process.”

Rebecca pasted a syrupy smile on her face as she walked over to the booth. “Hi, Julie?” Rebecca stuck a hand out to shake with her.

Julie frowned. “Um, yeah?” She briefly shook with Rebecca.

Rebecca kept her tone light, conversational. “Yeah, listen, see, we have a little problem. You fucked my guys over royally. Is this the douchenozzle you cheated on them with?”

Logan and Toby rushed up behind her, but Rebecca leaned in, her hands on the table as she dropped her voice. “Based on the look of shock on your guy’s face, I’m gonna guess that’s a no.” She smiled at the man. “Hi, Rebecca. Listen, see, she screwed my guys over and ripped money out of their bank account that wasn’t hers to take. Oh, and she cheated on them. And they’re pretty fucking hot guys, too, as you can see. So…you might want to guard your ATM card and keep an eye on her social media traffic. Just sayin’.”

The guy stared at Julie. “You said it was your money.”

Julie looked like she’d expected anything but this. “Of course it was—”

Toby’s cough sounded suspiciously like, “Bullshit!”

“I mean, seriously,” Rebecca said, stepping back and indicating her men. “These two are
hot
. And
great
in bed. If she’d fuck them over, why do you think
you
stand a long-term chance with her? Oh, unless you’ve got money, that is.”

He looked at Rebecca, looked at Toby and Logan, looked across the table at where Julie now sat wide-eyed and gape-jawed, then stood and left.

Tilly walked up. Rebecca held up her hand, and Tilly high-fived her.

Loren also joined them, arms crossed over her chest and shaking her head at Julie. “Okay, I’m not even going to be half as polite to you as I was to Sam. Get the fuck out of here. I’ve heard too many stories about you and your sugar daddies to even stand the sight of you. How many guys have you fucked over who didn’t report you to the police for fear of you bringing abuse or assault charges against them?”

Now red-faced, and with the room silent and glaring at Julie, she grabbed her purse and stormed out.

Tilly high-fived Rebecca again.

Loren turned on Tilly and pointed a finger at her. “
You
are a bad influence.”

“Me? What’d I do?”

“You can’t go siccing her on people.”

“Why not?”

At least five other people echoed that sentiment out loud.

“It’s not nice,” Loren explained.

“To the asshats, no, it’s not,” Tilly said. “Not supposed to be, either. I’m proud of her for standing up for herself and her guys.”

Rebecca high-fived her.

Landry and Cris walked over and leaned in. “Eh, you two sure you want our Tilly mentoring your woman?” Landry asked.

Cris snorted. “Yeah. She doesn’t hit like a girl.”

“Hey, we needed a topic of conversation for tonight,” Rebecca shot back. “So now we have one. How to deal with asshole exes.”

Laughter rippled through the room.

Toby and Logan pulled Rebecca close, each of them kissing her.

“Maybe someone needs a paddling to remind her who’s in charge,” Logan said.

“That’s not much of a threat,” Toby noted.

“It is if I take away orgasms,” Logan said.

Rebecca pouted. “That’s just mean.”

“Hence why I’m the sadist,” Logan told her.

* * * *

They managed to get through the rest of the dinner without any further interruptions of the bad kind. Logan wouldn’t really spank Rebecca as punishment, and she knew it. He
knew
she knew it.

Didn’t mean he wouldn’t spank her at all. In fact, replaying in his mind how she’d stood up for herself, and them, had not only made him proud, but horny.

Unlike Sam, he and Toby liked their women to come with fully-functioning backbones and high spirits.

Rebecca was, however, inundated by her friends to look at the jewelry pieces she’d brought with her. She ran sales on her tablet and ended the evening taking in far more money than they’d spent on dinner, including several custom orders for day collars.

“Remind me why I’m on the road again?” she asked them as they returned to the men’s house.

Logan, who was riding shotgun, shook his head. “You tell us, babe. You don’t need the money.”

“But I can’t afford to just be lazy for the rest of my life.”

“Then go back to school. Or cut back on your shows and focus on the website. Doesn’t hurt that Cali and her guys are selling your stuff, too.”

No, that didn’t hurt at all. They carried a limited, special edition line she’d created, items that could only be purchased through the Two Crafty Bastards website. She almost couldn’t make them fast enough to keep them stocked, and several times had to ask her men to help her out.

If she was home most the time, she could build up her inventory.

Plus, she missed her guys when she was on the road.

“Or,” Toby said, “you could tell your guys it’s okay for them to tell you their opinion.”

That sounded like a charged statement. “Why would I have to tell you that?”

“Because,” Logan said, “we don’t want you to think we’re controlling like Sam.”

“I would never think that. You guys are nothing like him.”

“Then the truth is,” Toby said, “that we wish you were home more.”

“Then why didn’t you just say that?”

“Because we don’t want you to think we’re trying to order you. We want it to be what you want.”

She had hated every single good-bye over the past two months. There’d been a few nights she’d curled around Chewi and cried herself to sleep while he licked her face and probably wondered why his head minun, the provider of his food and water, was suddenly leaking from her eyeballs and his friends and minuns with the good nommies were gone.

Stoopid woman.

“What are you asking me?” She wanted them to say it, to put it out there first.

Logan took over again. “What we’re saying is that we love you, we miss you when you’re not here, and we wish you were living full-time with us, because we hate like fuck coming home to an empty house. It doesn’t feel right anymore. It feels like you’re supposed to be there.”

“I don’t want to quit doing the shows,” she said, but not quite sure why.

“We don’t want you to quit them, either,” Logan said. “We know you enjoy them. And we know it’s your livelihood.”

She stared at him. “I could cut back and not do so many.”

“If we have enough advance warning, we could go with you to some of them. Take the time off from work and help with the driving. Watch the booth with you. Give you time to work on making patterns to sell on the website, and help you film the tutorials.”

The first tutorial she’d posted, filmed with their help during one of her return visits to their home, had already received several thousand hits on YouTube. And the first two patterns she’d posted for sale usually sold a few copies every day.

If she had more posted…

“But only if
you
want us with you,” Toby said. “And only if you
want
to be with us.”

She nodded. “I do,” quietly slipped out before she realized it. Then she added, “I’d like that. I’d like it to be permanent. I want
us
to be permanent.”

“Are you asking us to collar you?” Logan said. They had talked about it before, that they wouldn’t beg her to take a collar from them. That if she wanted a collar, she would have to be the one to ask them, and that whenever she was ready to take that step, she had to let them know.

Leap and the net will appear, right?

“Yeah. I want you guys to collar me.”

The gorgeous smile filled his face. “Baby, you don’t realize it, but you’ve just made us the happiest two men on the face of this planet.”

* * * *

They had sworn to each other that they wouldn’t push her, wouldn’t press. Especially not after what she went through in the past. But Toby seriously wanted to pull over and hump her silly in the backseat on the side of the road right at that moment.

That was how happy he felt, that he was willing to risk a public nudity charge.

Of course, he controlled himself until they got home and she walked Chewi. Then Toby picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and carried her to their bedroom where he playfully dumped her onto the bed.

“You appear to be a man with a plan,” she joked.

“Hey, you’ve just made us two happy men. I plan on celebrating with orgasms and then curling up next to your sweet body and having a damn good night’s sleep.”

“I like the sound of that plan,” Logan said as he walked in and started stripping. “That’s a plan I can back wholeheartedly.”

Toby stripped, climbing into bed on top of her and quickly getting her naked before he dove between her legs. She closed her eyes, moaning, toes curling as his scorching mouth quickly brought her over the first time.

And he wasn’t finished. He hooked his arms around her thighs so she couldn’t squirm away and was soon working on building her up to orgasm number two.

Then, he let out a loud moan of his own.

When she cracked open an eye, she realized Logan was working his cock up Toby’s ass.

Logan grinned at her. “Hey, there’s a line, and I’m horny.”

She giggled, which quickly turned into another moan as Toby moaned again, the vibrations running through her clit to her nervous system.

After Toby got her off a second time, he sat up. “Okay,” he hoarsely said. “This just isn’t fair.” As one, the two men scooted up the bed so Toby could slide his cock into her pussy.

“Muuuch better,” he gasped as he leaned in, kissing her while he slowly started thrusting to his own rhythm.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Logan said from behind him. “I think I have a new second-favorite thing.”

His first favorite thing being the two of them fucking her at the same time.

Admittedly her favorite thing, too.

She ran her hands across Toby’s chest, brushing over his nipples, gently raking her nails against his flesh. His eyes dropped closed as he picked up the pace, the base of his cock grinding against her clit at the bottom of every stroke and driving her closer to one more climax.

She heard Logan smacking Toby’s ass. “Yeah, that’s it,” he hoarsely said. “Fuck our girl while I fuck you, buddy.”

Why had she resisted this at the start?

Because I’m a dumbass.

This was…perfection. Two hot guys who loved her, who wanted her, who loved each other.

Yeah, her life had finally fallen into place.

She grabbed Toby’s head and pulled him down for a sizzling kiss that pushed him over the edge just as she started to come. He kept fucking her as long as he could, getting her all the way over before finally falling still.

Logan, however, wasn’t there yet. “Just hold on a minute.” He shook both of them and the entire bed with the force of his strokes until he pounded his cock into Toby’s ass and then fell still with a final grunt Rebecca knew all too well.

Yesss. This.

They all lay there unmoving for a moment, Toby on top of her, Logan sitting up behind him.

“I love you guys,” she softly said. “I really do.”

Toby kissed her. “I love you, too, baby.”

Logan pulled out, leaning in to kiss her before he got out of bed to dispose of the condom and clean up. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”

Toby also got out of bed to clean up. Minutes later they’d returned, snuggling with her on either side.

Chewi jumped up on the end of the bed, staring at them.

I don’t understand the big deal about collars. I wear one all the damn time. Stoopid humans.

She stuck her tongue out at him before closing her eyes.

The men had kept extremely mum about what they were going to do. They were collaring her as their submissive, not their slave. It was an important distinction she appreciated them making for her peace of mind.