Jessie's Jewels [Submissive Sirens 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

Liam held a spatula in one hand, and he used it to gesture wildly toward the stove. “I’m cooking bacon, Your Grace. I know you like yours crispy, but I dinna want my manhood to be quite so crisp if a spatter of grease should happen to reach it.”

Jessie shook with laughter, biting a mouthful of Gabriel’s jeans so the sound wouldn’t reach Liam. The thought of his concern for his boy bits had Jessie in stitches, and she imagined him hopping up and down as he tried to cook bacon naked, dancing around like a maniac to avoid the spatter of grease as Gabriel watched, fully clothed, from a safe distance.

Gabriel’s lips quirked, the only indication that he’d heard a word of what Liam had said. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He nudged Jessie, who was still racked by an occasional giggle. “As much as our Jessamy enjoys sausage rather than bacon”—he pinched her ear gently as she squeaked in outrage—“I can’t imagine she’d like it burnt.”

With that, he’d helped Jessie to her feet, returning her camisole and pajama bottoms before leading her to the table. He’d winked at Jessie before turning back to Liam. “I’d suggest, Liam, you wear an apron.”

Liam’s jaw had been set as he’d marched over to a drawer, jerking an apron out of it. He’d turned away from Jessie and Gabriel as he’d shed his clothes, treating them both to a view of his spectacular backside as he’d looped the apron around his neck and tied it around his waist with jerky motions. Jessie relaxed back into her chair, enjoying the show as Liam’s fine ass rippled and clenched as he stalked back and forth across the kitchen. He’d still refused to face them, though, and Jessie was getting a mite concerned.

Finally, Liam had turned to deliver the serving platter of eggs, bacon, and toast to the table, and Jessie realized why he hadn’t wanted to turn around. The front of the apron was bedecked with pink ruffles, and in flowing cursive, the words
What happens at Gran’s,
stays
at Gran’s
were written across his broad chest. Beneath the words was an image of a smiling old lady with a bun, a finger across her lips.

Jessie had howled. She could hear Gabriel’s deep laughter beside her, and she’d wiped the tears from her eyes to see Liam’s lips twitching as he did his best to glower at them.

Once Gabriel had gotten control of himself, he’d crooked a finger at Liam. Liam had deposited the platter on the table and had sunk to his knees beside Gabriel, the pink ruffles on the front of his apron fluttering softly. Gabriel had reached out, stroking Liam’s cheek. Jessie’s breath had caught at the unexpectedly sweet turn to Gabriel’s lips.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a gran with such a delicious ass.”

Liam smiled up at Gabriel. “I’d be surprised if you had, Your Grace.”

His male pride restored to its usual glory, Liam had dutifully stripped off every stitch each time he’d cooked since then, gamely tying the frilly apron on and wearing it until Gabriel gave him permission to remove it. Jessie hadn’t known how fun it would be to hide her head under the front of an apron when giving a blow job, but she soon found out since it seemed it was Gabriel’s favorite reward to give Liam for wearing the silly thing.

Jessie splashed as she came back to herself, scrubbing the sponge over her legs briskly. Her daydreaming had meant that the water was getting cold and she was turning into a prune. She sloshed around, tossing the sponge to the side of the tub as she leaned back once more, not wanting to get out of the bubbles. She’d come back to her dilemma, and she really had no idea how to solve it.

Cabin fever is putting it mildly, Jessie thought. She’d been unable to go anywhere on her own, do anything by herself, or even follow her usual routine, and it was really starting to get her down. The men who’d attacked her had shown no sign of themselves over the course of the last month, and the combination of being uncertain about their intentions and exasperated over the slow crawl of time made Jessie waspish and short tempered. She hated feeling like she was confined to the house, and as much as she loved the company of Liam and Gabriel, she was getting awfully tired of Gabriel controlling her actions.

She frowned, running over the list of things she was no longer allowed to do. She hadn’t been for a ride in ages, only going for walks around the manor with Gabriel or Liam accompanying her, and she’d barely been out of the manor otherwise. The ugly thought gnawed at her that she’d started feeling more and more the way she’d felt when her mother and brother were still alive, and Jessie was starting to panic that she’d traded one kind of imprisonment for another. Sure, this one came with as much naughty sex as she wanted, perhaps more, but it still felt a lot like her freedom was gone.

She was loathe to say anything about her misgivings to either of her men. She knew it would break Liam’s heart if he knew how she felt, and she couldn’t imagine that a man as dominant as Gabriel would take it well that she wanted him to quit being so controlling.

Cut short in her musings, Jessie heard the door to her bathroom open, and she was unsurprised as both men entered. She unstopped the tub, standing up as the whoosh of water washed the remainder of the lukewarm bubbles down the drain.

Gabriel stood lounging against the door, eyeing her wet curves with interest. She shivered under his gaze. No matter how she might resent his control over her actions at the moment, she couldn’t deny the electricity that shot through her at his smallest glance. She wrapped her arms around herself, the combination of the cool air and heat from Gabriel’s gaze making her shiver.

Liam, noticing her trembling, snagged her bath sheet from where she’d laid it and shook it out, wrapping it around her and hugging her close in order to dry her off. She relaxed into his arms, his scent warming her more than anything. Liam always smelled like the kitchen, and Jessie found she loved being hugged by a man who always smelled like a cookie.

“You’ve been cooped up.” It was like Gabriel read Jessie’s thoughts, and she looked at him, startled.

“I suppose I have. But we all have, Gabriel.”

“Well, we thought we’d do something about that today. I’m not persuaded that those bastards have left well enough alone, so you’ll have to put up with our company.” Jessie thought that was a fine trade. The prospect of getting out, going somewhere farther than the garden, was almost making her mouth water. “Your Grace makes it seem like a chore.” Jessie smiled at Gabriel, hoping her use of his title would inspire him to be even more lenient in whatever he was planning.

“Liam’s been cooking all morning. I’m sure what he’s prepared will sweeten the deal enough for you to cope.” Gabriel’s mouth twitched, and Jessie wondered what on earth the two of them were planning. Before she could ask, Liam cuddled her close to his chest, leaning down so his mouth was beside her ear.

“We thought,” he whispered, rubbing her back through the towel, “a picnic.”

Jessie laughed from sheer joy. She looked from one side to the other as the familiar landscape streamed by, glorying in the way the wind whipped through her long hair, snapping it back and lifting it from her scalp.

Liam rode on her right, his big frame settling easily into the canter as Tin Man’s muscles bunched and smoothed. He smiled at her now, his golden beauty taking her breath away as the dappled sunlight shone on his face.

Gabriel was on Jessie’s left, flanking her, and he wore his long hair loose so that it tangled around his face. Lucifer cantered easily beside Aphrodite, seemingly happy to run alongside her rather than being first in line. Jessie watched as Gabriel handled the reins, one big hand holding the horse in check and the other settling the duffel he’d brought with him on his lap. Jessie had a few suspicions about the contents of that duffel. When she’d asked about it before they’d left the manor, Gabriel had loftily informed her that it required items necessary to the picnic they were going to share. Jessie’s eyes had narrowed as she’d looked at the gigantic picnic basket Liam carried. What else could they possibly need that wouldn’t fit into that basket? She had a feeling that the Dom was going to come out to play, and Jessie’s heart did double-time as she imagined where they were going and what was going to happen when they arrived.

The pond came into view far sooner than Jessie would have liked. She’d been enjoying the ride immensely, and she was a little disappointed that they were only going this far today. She couldn’t really complain, though—Liam and Gabriel seemed to have noticed her restlessness, and had orchestrated today’s outing as a way of taking her mind off of their current predicament. Jessie wondered briefly if she could persuade Gabriel to let them ride to Hartley House, since the pond was the middle mark between the two. She suspected he’d be happy to go home for a little while, and it would do her and Liam good to be able to venture a little farther next time. She tucked the idea away, prepared to broach it with Gabriel later.

Liam was the first to dismount once they’d reached the pond, leading Tin Man over to the low-hanging branches of a copse of trees and tying him loosely before offering him an apple. He helped Jessie dismount then treated Aphrodite to the same, tying Lucifer beside her once Gabriel had dismounted. The three horses ignored their riders, chomping companionably on their apples before moving to nibble on the lush grass carpeting the clearing.

Gabriel moved to a flat area beside the pond, opening his duffel and removing a plush blanket before zipping it shut, closing it before Jessie could get a glimpse of what other secrets it contained. He gestured for Jessie to help him, and between the two of them they shook out the blanket before spreading it on the ground. Liam moved to join them, the heavy picnic basket in his arms as he knelt down and placed it in the centre of the blanket.

“I think, my dears, we should swim before we eat. I’m sure we’ll be all the hungrier for it.” Gabriel smiled wickedly at Jessie and Liam, making Jessie wonder for the umpteenth time what he was planning.

Jessie nodded her assent, smiling to herself that she had her own secrets to reveal. To that end, she sat down on the edge of the blanket and leaned down to remove her tall riding boots, stripping her socks off at the same time. Ignoring the men completely, she shrugged out of her riding coat, gripping the hem of her shirt to rid herself of the garment next. She smiled as she raised the shirt over her head and heard the twin growls from either side of her. She’d chosen her undergarments with care, remembering that Gabriel had watched her pleasure herself the last time she’d been to the pond, and she wanted to give both her men a show.

Her breasts were cupped in a lace-trimmed demi bra, the half cups adorned by bows. Jessie reached her hands over her head and stretched, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out, drawing a deep breath and sighing deeply. She peeked from under her lashes, thrilled to see that both men had paused in the act of disrobing and were now riveted on the spectacle she created. Leisurely, Jessie stood up and unbuttoned her tight riding pants, bending down to strip them off her legs. She wore a tiny thong, the match to the lacy bra, and she loved the minute bow adorning the triangle that crowned the top of her ass, just above the split between her cheeks. She stayed bent at the waist for a little longer than necessary, ostensibly folding her clothing before straightening up and turning to the men.

She feigned surprise. “My goodness! The two of you are taking so long to undress, I’ll have swum myself to death and finished lunch by the time you’re ready!” She smiled winningly, reaching her hands around her back to undo the clasp of her bra. Before she could unhook it, she felt a pair of hands at her back.

“Allow me, love.” Liam deftly undid her bra, sliding the straps down her arms before reaching around to lift the confection away from the undersides of her breasts. He tossed it onto the blanket, his hands returning to the sensitive undersides of her breasts as he alternately stroked and pinched her nipples gently between his big fingertips. Jessie felt Liam’s soft hair brush her shoulder and shivered as he leaned down to bite the sensitive spot where her neck joined her shoulder, tilting her head to one side and nibbling his way up the side of her neck.

Jessie’s eyes flew open as she felt another set of hands on her hips, and she felt bewildered and glassy eyed as she looked up to see Gabriel smiling rakishly down at her.

“You have the loveliest underthings, Lady Jessamy.” Gabriel punctuated his statement by leaning down and tonguing her nipple, Liam cupping her breasts from behind in offering. Jessie moaned as his soft tongue laved her tender tip, the velvety stroke causing a tendril of fire to lick down between her legs.

Gabriel raised his head from her breast, reaching down with a single fingertip to trace the silky material of Jessie’s thong where it already grew damp between her legs. “They’re lovely,” Gabriel mused, “but totally unnecessary.” With that, he tangled his hand in Jessie’s thong, tearing the scrap of fabric right off her body. “I like the idea of you riding back to the manor with no panties, my seed and Liam’s on your thighs.”

Jessie gasped, Gabriel’s dark words causing a fresh gush of moisture to flow from her slit. She was totally robbed of coherent thought as Gabriel pressed close to her front at the same time that Liam moved closer to her back, the sensation of being trapped between two gorgeous men enough to make her tremble. She felt so tiny next to them, her head barely reaching their chins, and the fact that they were half clothed while she was naked made her giddy with desire. She leaned forward and peppered Gabriel’s chest with little kisses, reaching behind her and threading her hand through Liam’s golden locks as he leaned forward over her shoulder. Her hips undulated and she squirmed, not sure which way to turn to assuage her raging lust.

Liam took the choice away from her as he stepped back and quickly shed the rest of his clothing, scooping Jessie up in his arms and starting for the pond. Gabriel laughed behind them as Jessie shrieked, trying to escape from Liam’s hold as he waded straight into the cool water, taking her with him. Liam released Jessie once the water had become deep enough to swim, and Jessie swam away from him, screeching curses in his general direction. She heard a splash and whirled around, panicking when she realized Gabriel had dived beneath the water and she couldn’t see where he had gone. She let out a bloodcurdling shriek as she felt big hands on her waist, and she struggled futilely as Gabriel hauled her beneath the surface of the water.