Oak, Sophie - Siren Beloved [Texas Sirens 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

Lucas followed her back down the hall. Aidan could hear Lexi’s soft voice thanking him. She went up on her toes to kiss Lucas’s lips before she disappeared into the bedroom Aidan had designed with her in mind.

Lucas walked back down the hall with a smile on his face. Yep, the good cop looked ready to work. Aidan watched as Lucas practically jogged out the door. Aidan was comfortable with his role, but he really had to make sure the bad cop got a little love, too.

Chapter Ten

Lexi walked out on the porch and into the midday sun. It was warm but not overly hot, yet the sight in front of her sent her temperature soaring.

Lucas and Aidan were working outside the barn, loading carefully packed hay into the back of a bale rack attached to an oversized truck. Their shirts had been flung off at some point, leaving two gloriously hard male bodies on full display. They wore nothing but low-slung Levi’s, boots, and their Stetsons.

She’d gone way too long without sex.

They were so different, much more now than they were before. It had only been a few years since all three of them had been together, but they seemed more mature. Pain in each of their lives had changed them. Aidan was physically changed, but she could see the mental scars, too. She’d glimpsed the naked pain on his face when he’d had to lean on Lucas for balance.

Lexi could have told him that Lucas was the best balance in the world. Lucas thrived on people needing him. Jack had been the first person to really give a damn about Lucas. Lexi had been there that first summer. She’d watched Lucas change from a scared boy to a calm, patient, infinitely strong man.

Why was he so willing to let Aidan back in? Did she love Lucas enough to follow him?

Pain had changed Lexi, too. Had it changed the three of them enough that maybe it could work this time?

Lucas used the bale hooks to hoist the last of the hay onto the rack. His lean muscles rippled in the sunlight. He glanced up and saw her standing there. He took his hat off, his thick, dark hair curling around his ears. A devilish little glint came into his eyes. Aidan walked up close to the back of the rack and secured it. He drew the lock on the rack and turned. Lucas was in his space. Lucas said something to Aidan that had Aidan’s lips curling up and his dimples flashing.

Lucas’s hand came up and trailed down Aidan’s chest. It was a soft touch, the sort Lucas was good at. He always treated her so gently. The way he’d fucked her mouth the night before had been different. Lucas had been fully in command. He’d been rough, and she’d loved it. He’d held her head and forced his cock in and out of her mouth. She had loved looking at the dark expression on his face as he used her. It wasn’t like she wanted to be abused. She wouldn’t allow anyone but Lucas to do that. Lucas loved her. Hell, most of the time Lucas worshipped her. It was safe to submit to Lucas. It was perfectly fine to indulge that part of her sexuality.

And suddenly, with Aidan around, Lucas felt safe to indulge his. It was the only explanation. He’d spanked her and performed scenes with her, but the night before was the first time he’d just let go. Lucas had trusted Aidan to make sure she didn’t get hurt.

She wanted to have sex with Aidan.

Damn it. She’d always known Aidan would be masterful. She’d tried to steer him that way once she’d figured out a little of what she wanted, but Aidan had been very vanilla.

He didn’t look vanilla now.

Aidan leaned forward and whispered something into Lucas’s ear, his big hand cupping Lucas’s waist. Even from here she could see the way Aidan’s cock was pressed against his jeans. And then Lucas turned his head just the slightest bit and their mouths met. It was gentle at first, a little playful whisper of lips on lips. Then Lucas’s tongue came out and traced the line of Aidan’s mouth.

Aidan’s reaction was instant. He grabbed Lucas’s head, his fingers tangling in his hair. He pulled back and mastered Lucas. Aidan was only a few inches taller, but in that moment he towered over Lucas. Their mouths ate at each other. Aidan devoured Lucas like a starving man. It didn’t seem like simple lust to Lexi. There was infinitely more than that. Aidan needed Lucas, and Lucas needed him.

Lucas suddenly broke the kiss and turned to her.

Son of a bitch
. Lucas had known what he was doing, and he’d known she couldn’t resist.

“Alexis, in the barn, now. Clothing is not an option.” Aidan was the one who barked the order, but Lucas was the one who smiled. It was the long, slow, satisfied smile of a master manipulator who’d just gotten his way.

Lucas wanted the three of them together, and he would play dirty to get it.

Lucas strode toward the barn after picking up a towel and wiping off his chest. Even that was calculated to show every inch of his gloriously cut torso. “You better obey, Lexi. He’s got the whole barn rigged for play. There’s some fun stuff in there. Of course, there’s also some stuff to torture a little sub who doesn’t mind her Masters. I’d love to use some of it on you. I might submit to our Dom, but don’t you dare forget that I top you, too. So get your pretty ass in that barn.”

Lexi stared as he disappeared inside the weathered barn. Aidan stood watching her. In that moment, he was more timid than Lucas. Though his jaw was square and his shoulders thrown back, she could still see his anxiety. He was expecting rejection. She could hurt him now. Lucas would follow her. She could force Lucas to make the same decision Aidan had foisted on her.

But all that would be was revenge. She could get some revenge on Aidan, but what did that buy her? Some momentary satisfaction? Aidan had been scared and confused when he’d forced her to choose between him and Lucas. Lexi was scared, too, though for different reasons, but she couldn’t hurt Lucas like that. And she didn’t want to.

Aidan’s face fell as he waited. Lucas came back to the door, not quite as sure as he was before.

It was her choice.

Lexi set the notebook down and walked to the barn, her fingers already undoing the buttons on her shirt. “If you think you’re touching me when you’re all sweaty, you’re all kinds of wrong, mister.”

Aidan’s hand came out as she passed him, and she felt a sharp shot to her ass. “That’s Sir, to you.”

She shrugged out of her shirt and unhooked her bra, noting Lucas’s smile and Aidan’s rising interest. “Fine, you should clean up, Sir.”

Aidan followed her inside. “Not going to happen. I’d just get dirty again. Lucas and I will have you just as sweaty as we are in a few minutes. Get your pants off and assume the position.”

For someone who used to be vanilla, he seemed awfully comfortable being bossy now. Maybe this was what she needed. Maybe a few days of submitting to Aidan would prove that she didn’t really need it. She’d only had Lucas as a Dom before, and he’d been very indulgent with her. Maybe she wouldn’t like real D/s.

She tried not to think about how her skin was already humming. She had gone soft and wet. She wouldn’t be able to hide how interested she was. She could be the biggest brat in the world, but the minute one of them shoved a finger up her pussy, they would know it was all an act. So much of what she did on a daily basis was just an act. She moved through life like a walking corpse when Lucas wasn’t around to make her smile. But being with both of them was making her feel.

She kicked off her shoes and pushed the jeans over her hips, snagging her panties as she went. The barn was warm, with soft sunlight filtering in. The whole place was gauzy and strangely romantic. It was filled with hay and equipment, but no animals. Though it was large, it felt intimate with just the three of them inside. Aidan closed the door behind him. Lucas was sitting on a bale of hay, leaning back like the centerfold to some uber-hot cowboy calendar. He had a length of rope in his hand. No comfy, fur-lined cuffs for her this time.

“I believe the Master told you to get on your knees, baby.”

Lexi had never heard as much confidence in Lucas’s voice before. It had her dropping to her knees and spreading them wide. She placed her hands on her thighs and lowered her head. She relaxed. She wanted this. She needed this.

Dark, worn cowboy boots came in to view. Aidan. He stood for a moment looking down at her, and then his boots disappeared. He pulled the band out of her hair, sending her dark tresses tumbling around her shoulders. “Very nice. Someone who didn’t know you might think you were a sweet little sub.”

“She can be, when she wants to.” Lucas’s boots were suddenly close to her knees. They were expensive, though he’d broken them in. His hand tangled in her hair, and he gently forced her head up so she looked him in the eyes. “Are you ready for this, baby? Are you ready to serve two Masters?”

Since her heart was pounding like mad, she figured she probably was. Even if she wasn’t ready for this emotionally, she didn’t think she could stop. “Yes, Sir.”

“Lexi, I want to make love to you and Lucas.” Aidan’s dark brown eyes looked almost black in the soft light. “I want to set the ground rules before we start. I won’t make you do anything we don’t agree to at the beginning.”

He was going to force her to say yes. He couldn’t just take her? No, the bastard Dom had to put all the responsibility on her. She would have greatly preferred he just ordered her to spread her legs. She could have blamed it all on being in subspace.

Lucas knelt down. His hand stroked her cheek and then traced a line from her neck all the way down her torso to her pussy. Lexi held herself very still, though she wanted to force those long fingers to fuck her hard. It had been so long since she’d really had a partner. Lucas couldn’t count because he only gave and, until last night, hadn’t taken anything in return. She wanted her pleasure, but she needed to please, too.

A single finger slid through her pussy, parting her labia and wiggling all around. Lexi could feel the cream coating her pussy. Lucas’s finger teased her for a moment and then was gone. She let a little whimper escape her lips.

Lucas stood and held his hand up. “Well, she might not be willing to admit it, but her pussy is plain and open about what she wants.”

Aidan moved beside him, his eyes staring at Lucas’s cream-coated fingers. “It could all be about you. She loves you.”

“A fact I am grateful for every day, but I know my girl. She’s a dirty little thing, and I wouldn’t have her any other way. She’s thinking of two hard cocks right now.”

That was the problem. She wasn’t thinking of two hard cocks. She was thinking of Lucas and Aidan. She was thinking about their hands on her, their tongues lavishing affection, their bodies worshipping hers. She was thinking of them, not some random and faceless lovers.

Lucas licked his fingers, the image sending a shiver of desire through her.

Aidan stared into her eyes. “I need a response, Lexi. Unlike Lucas, I don’t have a telepathic link to your pussy.”

“I wouldn’t mind a little sex,” she managed to say. She didn’t have to admit anything beyond that. She wasn’t going to lie down and beg him to love her. Begging didn’t work with Aidan.

“I said I want to make love to you, Lexi. That’s what this is for me. This is coming home. I want to come home, angel.”

“Aidan, all I can promise you is sex. I want to fuck you out of my system.” That was as honest as she intended to get. She really meant it. She was self-aware enough to know that he still moved her. She wanted to be indifferent to him. She just needed to prove that it hadn’t been as good as she remembered. And she definitely wanted to banish the idea that the three of them together would have been perfect.

Aidan fell to one knee, his eyes hardening. His hand went around the nape of her neck, pulling her forward. “I have no intention of allowing that to happen. You won’t get rid of me. I love you. I love Lucas. I will say it until you believe it. For now, if sex is what you want, then I will give it to you. But you’re going to please your Masters before you get anything for yourself, you bratty little sub. Tell me something, did you do your work?”

She’d sat and stared at that notebook for the longest time. It had been strangely peaceful to sit on the front porch, cup of coffee in one hand, pen in the other. The morning had been warm and quiet. Every now and then Ike had thumped his stubby tail. And finally, finally she’d written. Just a page and a half. She wasn’t sure where it was going, if it was going anywhere at all. Just the beginning of a small town story. It had felt so good to write again, to let her mind roam without limits.