TogetherinCyn

Jennifer
Kacey

Members Only, Book One

She knows it’s wrong. Cyn shouldn’t
have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends. She
shouldn’t want them to tie her up or strap her down, to take her one at a
time—or together. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them
down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be
interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she craves.

But Jared and Chris have read her
diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers not
only own a members-only BDSM club, they want her. Need her. And now, with their
unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her darkest
pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.

Inside Scoop:
If you have a
kink, this book probably has it too. If you like your ménage romances extra hot
with a side of male-male romance, spanking, voyeurism and girl-on-girl action,
come and get it.

A
Romantica®
BDSM erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

Dedication

Kevin, Kelsey, Jo, John and JT—without each of you, my life
would be so very different. I am thankful for you more times a day than I can
count… I truly am the luckiest person I know and I love you all.

Acknowledgements

Thank you, thank you and thank you to Sabrina York, Scarlett
Sanderson and Kele Moon for all your help. The knowledge and experience you
have shared are worth their weight in gold and your willingness to guide me
through this first book humbles me on a daily basis.

A special thanks to Syneca Featherstone for a jaw-droppingly
sexy cover.

Saritza Hernandez, here’s to the first of many!

And to Carrie Jackson—without you, TIC would be a glimmer in
my mind and a speck on my hard drive. Thank you for believing in me.

I hope to make you all proud.

“So, Cyn, why aren’t you fucking anybody?”

I sucked a mouthful of beer down the wrong pipe, sputtered
and coughed my way through it and nearly knocked over the glass bottle as I got
it under control. The beer anyway. After wheezing through another breath, I
moved my drink aside. The last thing I needed was a wet spot in my lap. “Where
in the hell did that come from?”

Jared Kennedy, one of my best friends, glanced at my fingers
as I worried a heart charm at the bottom of a silver chain. A knowing smirk
tilted his lips when he glanced up again. “Come on. Nobody creaming your
Twinkie at the moment or do you not like sex in general? We want to know. So
don’t be shy, spit it out.”

The other half of the “we” he referred to was his fraternal
twin Chris, who watched us across an empty dance floor and from behind their
bar thirty feet away. Still anxiously working the pendant back and forth, I
turned once more to Jared.

He leaned against his chair, forearms crossed over his broad
chest, an expectant smile revealing bright-white teeth. The brothers had always
done that. Known the right expression to make so I would answer anything. They
acted broody or impatient and I’d give anything to make them happy. Pathetic—my
middle name when it came to these two.

“I like it, J. As much as anybody does, I guess. Whether I
like it to the same extent you and Chris do, I don’t know. Your
appetites
have always run on the high side according to the gossipmongers in town.” I
squirmed in my seat. I admit it. One of my best friends was asking me if I
liked sex and all I could think was…
meh
. My sex life…well, visualize the
Titanic
sinking and you get the gist. Most guys don’t appreciate being
called another guy’s name—or two guys’ names—when you’re getting off. It’s a
real deal breaker.

“Uh huh. It’s Saturday night and you’re here, like last
night and the night before. Guys hit on you but you blow ’em off. You work at
the gym all day and help out here anytime we ask. CJ’s has gotten damn busy and
we dig the help but you’ve been restless lately and we’ve both noticed. What
gives?”

Getting to work at the bar with both of them on a weekend
was rare. One of them was normally MIA. But tonight? From the moment I stepped
foot inside they were watching me. Shivers of awareness raced over my skin but
I was too chicken to actually do anything about it. A blush slithered its way up
my bare shoulders, crawled all over my failing willpower and flipped on a big
neon sign above my head, flashing “Not Gettin’ Any”.

Jared and Chris knowing that my social calendar was on par
with reservations at a leper colony just plain sucked. The three of us had been
close for years but this was way beyond what my heart—and several other tingly
parts—could handle.

“You’re hot. You haven’t been with anyone since Matt.”

Mild panic settled in the pit of my stomach because Jared
wasn’t going to drop it. Thankfully my beer sat well out of reach.

“Not that it’s any of your business but who’s to say I’m not
having sex every night and twice on Sundays?” I cocked a blonde eyebrow in his
direction with a little sultry thrown in, with what I hoped was a sassy twist of
my lips. That sass faded into scared rabbit when he gave me
that
look
again. Same one he’d been giving me all night long. The one I’d seen for years
and hated because it was never directed at me.

It was Jared on the make. My adrenal gland kicked into high
gear. I was a little bit thrilled and a whole lot terrified.

He was always the comedian. He’d played pranks on me any
chance he could but this was no joke.

His gaze remained locked on me and his blue eyes, shadowed
by thick lashes, taunted me with sexual promise. Female residents of our fair
city of Arcadia had spent years fantasizing over his tanned skin and muscled
frame. Right at the height of my ogling, he speared long fingers through his
blond, sun-streaked hair. It wasn’t long enough to negate any of his rugged
appeal but it was far from the military cut he’d worn for years. Currently, it
was perfect to hold on to for a nice long ride.

As his hair fell across his brow, he leaned onto the table
to grab his beer. He grazed my arm on the way and I locked my muscles up good
and tight to suppress another shiver. My reaction to them? Spontaneous
combustion.

But tonight was different. Tonight they’d
noticed
how
I responded to them. They’d thrown logs on the smoldering fire every chance
they got. Touching me, teasing me. Staring at me as if they knew how wet I was.
For them. Only them.

He hooked an elbow on the back of his chair, legs wide as he
drank deeply from a longneck. His lips caressed the cold glass as he sucked the
bitter liquid into his mouth and his Adam’s apple dipped low as he swallowed.
My tongue traced my bottom lip and my inner harlot jumped up with her hand in
the air. By all that was holy, if I was in the middle of some wet dream and
woke up in the middle of another empty orgasm alone in my bed, I was going to
scream.

After he set aside his beer, he caught me watching him and I
guiltily glanced away. I took a calming breath, silently freaking out. If you
couldn’t answer him, distract him, right?

“Do you remember the first time we came here? You guys were
on leave?”

“Your twenty-first birthday,” he answered without hesitation
and my inner romantic sighed. I kept my focus glued outside though all I wanted
to do was gawk at him and drool.

The parking lot was huge and normally packed up until closing
but tonight everyone had deserted me. So I paid rapt attention to the tiered
liquor shelves behind the dimly lit bar and the neon beer signs illuminating
the wall above. Even the empty dance floor was amazingly interesting as I
avoided Jared’s probing glances. The exposed ceiling highlighted the wood
details throughout the building and the front wall of windows attracted more
than a few passersby most nights. Not tonight, of course. Tonight it was a
ghost town, which made my avoidance that much more obvious.

Chris and Jared were my every fantasy and I ached for them.
I craved something dark and dangerous I had no right to want—not from them
both.

I needed to outlast him, ignore his questions—their
flirting. Get my closing work done so I could go home…alone…again.

My sex-starved brain kicked back on at the same time I
registered what Jared was talking about. My mouth went dry and mortification
settled in deep as though it was planning to stay…for the rest of my life.

“You’ve heard
what
the past few nights?” I exhaled
noisily and reached for my necklace again.

“The high-pitched whirr of a vibrator, Cyn. I’ve heard it
every night coming from your bedroom. Flying solo doesn’t count as sex. Why
aren’t you involved with someone other than your purple boyfriend? And
‘jilling’ so often… Any particular reason?”

He finished his beer and leaned back. My eyes involuntarily
drifted to his lap. An impressive hard-on strained his faded jeans and my
temples pounded when blood rushed to my head.

“You’ve heard me…
masturbating
?” I snapped my gaze up
to his face then to Chris, who stood behind the bar drying a glass. The way he
stared at me heated my insides. Need pooled low in my belly and I had to
concentrate not to rub my thighs together.

Damn, he tantalized every inch of me, but he was different
than Jared. More severe. Demanding. Darker in every way. Brown hair cut short
and chocolate eyes a girl could happily drown in. They held secrets I’d always
been afraid to uncover. He could intimidate a stone wall with his silent indifference.

Tonight was different though. He looked…hungry.

He was too far away to hear what we were discussing,
especially with music still playing. But he knew.
He knew.

Here I sat in their too-warm bar, with my hair thrown into a
careless ponytail, and both men who headlined every single one of my fantasies
stared straight at me. And they not only knew I was masturbating but how often.

“How can you hear me?” I asked mostly to myself. Wishing to
be anywhere but there.

“One four-inch wall is the only thing keeping me from
paradise,” Jared said.

We had mirror-image floor plans in adjacent townhouses but
I’d never known how thin the walls were. Probably had something to do with the
fact we were normally together in one of them. Watching movies, eating
together, catching up. Not to mention if they had
company
over, I found
somewhere else to be.

“You sing while you vacuum. You fall asleep with the TV on.
You talk in your sleep—and when you come, Cyn. I can sure as shit hear that
though it sounds like you’re holding back. I’m pretty sure we can do better.”

Mortified. I was truly and utterly mortified. I wanted to
refute what he said but my brain wasn’t sending any useful information to my
mouth.
Yes
and
Sir
tried to come out so I bit my tongue.

I peered over my shoulder at Chris again. My body warmed in
all the right places. Tantalizing heat spread out from my belly, beading my
nipples into stiff points. My traitorous clit pulsed as I pictured them
listening on the other side of the wall. Straining. Stroking.

He tracked the twitching of my thighs and his nostrils
flared as if he could smell what he did to me. What they did to me. He tossed a
towel over his shoulder and carried a half-empty box of supplies into the
storage room. My lungs emptied on a hiss when our connection broke.

Time ticked by before Jared spoke again. “Blondie.”

My thoughts scrambled as I whipped around. He gifted me with
one of those panty-dampening once-overs. Damn, he was what mothers warned their
daughters about.

“You know I hate that.” He nicknamed me blondie when I was
twelve and it had forever made me feel as if my IQ were about as big as my shoe
size.

He shrugged, pleased by my growing annoyance. Quickly, his
amusement changed to something heated as he perused my body. “Oh yeah, I know,
baby.” He leaned in close and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I’ve
been trying to get a rise out of you all night long.”

I snorted and tried to ignore his lingering warmth on the
shell of my ear. “You absolutely got my attention when you outed yourself as a
voyeur, J.”

He unfolded himself to tower over me. He caged me in,
crowding in close until I could smell his cologne and a unique scent that was
all his. “A voyeur gets their rocks off by watching and we want to do a hell of
a lot more than watch. So why don’t you tell me why you’ve nearly worn through
the chain on your necklace while chewing on lips that are much better suited
to…other things.” He stroked my lower lip to emphasize the point and my mouth
opened without my permission so I could lick him all over, starting with that
thumb.

Because I’m in love with you and your twin. Have been for
almost a decade. I’ve got a journal at home filled with what I want you to do
to me and I’ll never be brave enough to show it to you. Plus, I want you to
fuck me until I can’t walk for two days. Then I want you to tie me up,
blindfold me and do it all again until I have no voice left from screaming out
my orgasms for you.

“No reason,” I squeaked and jerked my head away. “Hey, I’m
thirsty. You thirsty? Want another beer before you close up?” Without waiting
for an answer, I scrambled up, ducked under his arm and darted away.

“You still have half a beer on the table, blondie.”

I ignored the obvious as I fled…er…made my way across the
empty dance floor. There was no need to glance back to see Jared eating me with
his eyes. It kicked my arousal to an impossible level and made me pant.

I was so damn close to begging. Not
oh please, Jared
,
but
for the love of all that is holy, Sir, take me and make me yours and let
me pleasure your brother too
.

This was mind-blowing. After years of trying to get their
attention and failing, and years of trying to get over them and being
miserable, I’d given up. Made a pact with myself to sincerely try to date and
find someone else. That idea got flushed down the proverbial toilet when Jared
acted all interested and charming and gorgeous, and oh lord, the thought of
being taken by both of them sank into my pores. Electrifying my core with
wicked possibilities.

I bent over the bar and dropped my head into my palms. It
was close to the end of October but I had on only a CJ’s blue tank and yoga
pants. It was warm for fall in Kansas but I suspected it had much more to do
with the company I was keeping. Hell, I hadn’t even put panties on after treating
myself to something a bit naughty at the spa earlier. I propped myself up
against the smooth, lacquered wood in front of me, wishing I’d worn Kevlar. I
felt naked in more ways than one.

“Hey, Cyn, you want something else to drink before we head
out?” Chris stepped in front of me and laid a hand on my wrist. They had
touched me for most of my life but all of a sudden it was as if they had jumper
cables under their skin. Every time they brushed against me, electricity flared
from the inside out.

A shiver raced all the way to my toes and I let out a sigh.
“Water…I think. Apparently two beers were too much already.”

He stood there for a minute, running his hand along my
sensitive inner arm. He asked, “You okay?” He trailed across the dips and
hollows of my wrist one more time and off the backs of my fingers before
grabbing a glass. “Looked like you and J were arguing.”

“I feel like Alice lost in Wonderland tonight,” I mumbled.

“What?” he asked, filling my glass from the water dispenser
on the soda machine.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I answered louder. His body was made to
be enjoyed. Dense muscle under tanned skin rippled when he moved. I’d lusted
after them since I was sixteen while pretending they were nothing but friends.
Twelve years later, a night supposedly like any other, they had finally noticed
I was a woman.