Текст книги "Chains"

Автор книги: Tymber Dalton

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Chapter Eight

Rebecca was vaguely aware of the men climbing out of bed and getting ready for work the next morning morning, but it didn’t fully sink in until Toby brought her a mug of perfectly prepared coffee and kissed her good-bye.

“I already walked Chewi,” he said.

Logan walked in to kiss her, too. “We’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.”

She managed to sit up and kiss them one more time each. “Tonight,” she said. “Guess I don’t need to sleep in the guest room anymore.”

“We’d prefer you slept with us,” Toby said. “Your choice, and no rush, but we had a hell of a lot of fun last night.”

“Sorry I conked out so fast. I was exhausted.”

“Honey, if that was exhausted,” Logan said, “then you’ll run us ragged when you’re at full strength.”

“And here.” Toby pressed a key into her hand. “That’s for you.” They each kissed her one more time before leaving.

As she sat on the edge of the bed, sipping her coffee while staring at the key, she caught Chewi’s accusatory glare.

“Oh, don’t get sanctimonious with me. I’ve seen you try to hump a cat before. You are no angel yourself. You’re just pissed off I interrupted your butt scratching session.”

He sniffed at her before turning around and lying down on the bed, his back to her.

“Same to you, buddy. I’m not apologizing for getting laid.”

* * * *

Logan was quieter than usual on their morning drive. “You all right?” Toby asked.

“Yeah. Just thinking.”

“Good thinking or bad thinking?”

“I don’t know.”

“That doesn’t sound good.” He glanced at Logan.

“You and I went from almost close to breaking up—and don’t think I don’t know that—to now we’re jumping into another relationship. Is this wise?”

“I thought you liked her.”

“I do. Don’t get me wrong. It feels right with her. Easy. In a way being with Julie didn’t feel easy. It feels like Becca’s giving us back as much energy as we’re putting into this.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Maybe there isn’t one. Maybe I’m just paranoid and gun-shy.”

“She’s not moving in with us. She’s not getting into our bank accounts. She’s got her own life and business. This is nothing like Julie.”

“I know.”

“Then again, what’s the problem?”

“Because the thought of losing Becca tears me up inside, and we’ve practically just met her.”

“That’s good, right? Means you feel something for her.” And it was a relief to Toby to hear Logan admit that, because he’d been thinking the same thing.

“We’re not rebounding, are we?” Logan asked. “Damsel-in-distressing?”

“No, and no. It’s not like there aren’t others pulling for us, either. Look how protective Eliza is of her. Do you honestly think she would have been pushing for this as hard as she has been if she thought it was a mistake?”

“No, I guess not. She almost makes Tilly look gentle.”

“Right?” Toby said. “That’s what I’m saying.”

“I’d rather face down Tilly than piss off Eliza.”

“Exactly.”

“So I’m just being a worrywart?”

“And I love you for it.” Toby flashed him a smile. “I’m glad to see you puzzling this out in that locked-down brain of yours. It means you aren’t rushing into this without thinking. But we’re adults and we’re allowed to have fun if we choose.”

Logan took a deep breath. “Fun. I’d almost forgotten what that feels like.”

* * * *

Rebecca ate a bowl of cereal before meeting the crew over at her uncle’s house. It looked a lot different now than when she’d first seen it. Most of the rooms were empty, and the carpet had been ripped out of every room as it was cleared. Bare concrete slab meant sounds echoed throughout the house in an eerie, hollow way.

There hadn’t been a lot in the way of personal effects to save. Not much she wanted, anyway. There were papers from her uncle’s time in the military, and a couple of photo albums with pictures of him and people she didn’t know during his military service. A few older family photos, and some of his military awards.

Even his furniture had been practical, and most of it not worth saving, unfortunately.

The Collins brothers had given her a list of estate sale companies she’d have to contact for estimates. She’d also started going through the storage sheds. They were full of tractor and small engine parts, nothing that she could see value in, but she realized they might be worth something if he’d collected them.

So far, he hadn’t collected garbage. At least, nothing that was obvious garbage. Even his bathroom had been reasonably clean, albeit cluttered. The grout needed a good scrubbing, but other than a ring in the toilet, it had been clean, too. There was a second bathroom that had been used as storage, so other than needing to be scrubbed out with the rest of the house, it wasn’t bad, either.

Today the crew would finish emptying the house so the cleaning crew could come in tomorrow, as well as the AC company to clean the ductwork. Once that happened…

Then she’d have to figure that out. The estate sale first, obviously.

Then…

She could sell the house as-is, but that wasn’t an option she liked.

More and more, she leaned toward remodeling and…well, settling down. It would be nice to have a place of her own to call home when she wasn’t wandering around the country. To have her mom and dad fly to Florida for the holidays and stay with her.

Toby and Logan complicated matters even more. It was a good complication to have, but still, she knew she couldn’t base the rest of her life on a possibility when she didn’t know if there was a long-term future there.

Hell, all she’d had was one night of good sex. Regardless of what Eliza thought about the two men, she was the one who needed to have a relationship with them. Right now, she barely knew them.

She didn’t want to be chained somewhere, physically or emotionally, the way Sam had chained her to him.

I don’t have to decide today.

* * * *

Rebecca cleaned up and put a pot roast into the oven for dinner. It was nice being able to cook large meals again. She usually didn’t get to do that with her tiny abode.

A full-sized range, like a full-sized shower, was a luxury.

And a full-sized fridge.

She was sitting on the couch with Chewi and working on a bracelet when the men returned home.

From the way her heart raced when Chewi jumped down and ran over to the back door to greet them, she knew she was in trouble.

Yes, she was eager to see them.

Setting her project aside, she walked into the kitchen to find the men feeding Chewi treats.

“He’s going to need to go on a diet if you guys keep that up,” she teased.

Chewi threw her a glare, as if to order her to shut her mouth.

The men walked over to her and took turns kissing her hello.

That’s when she decided to take a chance. “You know, I’m thinking next weekend I will go ahead and bring the RV back down here. I’ll have two weeks before my next show. No reason not to. I can change my park reservation dates. What do you think?”

Both men grinned. “Oh, baby,” Logan said, pulling her close. “That sounds like a plan I can get behind.”

“Me, too,” Toby said.

They looked happy. Both of them wearing smiles that reached their eyes.

Maybe it was her past experience with Sam, but she’d been hypervigilant, keeping an eye out for any of the same signs he’d thrown, the red flags she’d willfully ignored in lieu of what she thought she wanted.

So far, not a single warning sign. If anything, the men were going out of their way not to pressure her to do anything.

There was an empty house next door that proved to her why she should take a risk on these two men. A perfect, silently screaming metaphor of what her life could be like if she chose wrong and denied herself a future because of the shit Sam put her through in the past.

“I’ll get the estate sale stuff going, and then once that’s handled, I can figure out what the next step is. I can use your help.”

“Sure,” Toby said. “Just tell us what you need us to do.”

“I’m thinking I’m going to need a contractor. Keep it or sell it, I need to put some work into the house. Can you guys find me someone honest and dependable?”

“Absolutely,” Logan assured her.

“Does that mean you’re thinking about staying?” Toby asked.

“I’m thinking about changing how I do a lot of things. Maybe not be here all the time, but it might not be a bad idea to have a permanent base of operations.”

Toby smiled. “Right next door to us.”

“Ah, isn’t that a nice coincidence?” she teased.

“We meant it about not pressuring you,” Logan said. “You set the pace. We’re looking long-term. So whatever you need from us, you’ve got it. We’re not going anywhere.”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing and I think we’ll be good,” she said. “Real good.”

* * * *

Tuesday night, the three of them fell into an exhausted sleep after wearing each other out in bed. The sex was beyond hot, no denying that.

Wednesday afternoon, the mortuary called to let Rebecca know her uncle’s remains were ready to be picked up. The cleaning crew really didn’t need her there at the house, so she drove into Sarasota without changing clothes to pick him up.

The autopsy reports showed he’d died of a heart attack, very likely instantly and with no suffering or lingering. He had a medical history of heart issues she hadn’t known about, documented in his military and VA medical paperwork that she’d found in the desk.

It was one small relief.

She buckled the urn into the passenger seat so it didn’t go flying if she had to slam on the brakes, and returned to the house. This whole thing felt…surreal. She knew she’d need to grieve at some point. If it hadn’t been for her uncle, she would have struggled to pay for the divorce, even though Rusty and Eliza had offered to loan her money at the time.

Because of her uncle, she’d shed Sam’s chains and had a chance for a life.

I owe him everything, and can’t even tell him that now.

She took the urn inside Toby and Logan’s house and set it on the dining room table for now. She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d do with it. Other than specifying cremation, he hadn’t said what he wanted her to do with his ashes.

Chewi jumped up into one of the chairs, stretched his nose toward the urn, and gave it a dismissive sniff before glaring at her.

That is not an appropriate minun, woman.

He jumped down and headed into the kitchen.

“Not everything’s about you, you know,” she called out.

Then she stared at the urn again. “Why am I being a damn wuss about this?” she muttered to herself. She trusted Toby and Logan. The sex between them was great. Eliza and Rusty trusted them.

This weekend, she had to finish up at the venue. Then…

Next weekend, I’ll let them take me to Venture. To play.

Peace settled over her with that decision made. She needed to know sooner rather than later, before she invested any more of her heart, time, or energy into the men, that they would be compatible in the play department.

And if they were…well, then it was just a matter of settling in with them into some semblance of a routine, working around her schedule, and figuring out what to do with what they were building together.

Hell, Chewi was in love with them. There’d been times she’d met guys and Chewi hadn’t liked them.

Those guys didn’t even get her phone number.

She trusted Chewi’s radar.

He emerged from the kitchen and stared at her.

As well you should, woman. As well you should.

“Know it all,” she said.

He sniffed at her and turned to head back into the kitchen.

Chapter Nine

Rebecca spent the weekend texting with the men during her brief free times during the day, and then on the phone with them over an hour each night.

She missed them. It was a strange and new—and welcomed—feeling.

Sunday evening, after packing everything up in the RV and getting the Toad loaded onto the car dolly, Rebecca checked out of the park and got on the road. It would be nearly morning by the time she arrived in Florida, but that was okay.

Toby and Logan were worth the overnight drive.

Dawn had just started painting the eastern horizon with pastels when she made the turn into their driveway and parked her rig alongside it so she didn’t block them in.

The men emerged from the house, sleepy smiles on their faces. Chewi, now freed from his safety harness, bolted out the side door as soon as she’d opened it. He went running right for the men, jumping up on them, tail a blurry fury of wagging.

I missed you guys…my friends with the nommies…my minuns…

She walked over to them, enjoying the feel of their arms around her, their welcome-home kisses.

This felt right. This felt like the right thing to do.

For once, she wasn’t second-guessing herself, the self-doubt blessedly silent.

“That is some RV,” Toby said. “Now I see why you were humoring us when we worried about you driving back and forth in the CRV.”

“Yep. The Toad is easy compared to this. I’ve put over a hundred thousand miles on this rig already.”

“I guess,” Logan said, “I had it in my mind for some reason that it was one of those tiny camper vans. I don’t know why I couldn’t picture this. I know you told us how big it was. It just didn’t compute.”

“It’s home sweet home.”

“You must be exhausted,” Toby said. “Let’s get you two inside and settled in bed. We have to get up for work in a little bit anyway.”

“Thanks. I’ll unload what I need from it later and move it over to my uncle’s place. He’s got a hook up there.” It was still difficult to think about him in the past-tense even though his urn now sat on a shelf in a corner of her bedroom in the RV.

She’d climbed into bed, where the men were tucking her and Chewi in, when she said it. “Can we go to the club this weekend?”

“Venture?” Toby asked.

She nodded. “Maybe…to play a little?”

A seductive smile filled Logan’s face. “Getting your feet wet again?”

“A little. I’ll need plenty of warm-up.”

His smile faded. “Are you asking this because it’s what you think we want, or because it’s what you want? We told you, we’re good with taking this as slow as you want to take it. Don’t do it just because of us.”

“No, I’m not. I have to start somewhere. I decided I have to be able to trust you guys, and I do. You haven’t given me any reason not to trust you yet. Eliza obviously trusts you. So I should, too.”

“That means a lot to us, baby,” Toby said.

“Great. Then that’ll be our plan.”

They both kissed her before heading into the shower. She lay there trying to go to sleep and realized one thing.

Shower. Both of them.

Throwing back the covers, she quickly stripped her T-shirt and panties off and pulled her long, unruly curls into a messy bun on top of her head.

The men were a little startled when she slipped into the shower with them, but then their cocks started inflating.

“I was wrong. I can’t sleep yet. I need something.”

“What?” they asked in unison.

“I need my guys. I missed you.”

They closed in, Logan in front of her, Toby behind. With the steam billowing around them, they started making love to her, Toby’s hands cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples, rolling them, teasing them, while Logan sank to his knees and pressed his mouth to her pussy.

Good thing Toby was holding her up or her knees would have given out. Logan’s tongue flicked out, swiping up and down her clit, lips working at it, pulling her damn close.

When he slid two fingers up into her pussy, she exploded.

“That’s it, baby,” Toby whispered in her ear. “Let us take care of you like this. We’ll do anything you want, whatever you want. We just want you to feel good.”

This felt a lot better than good. It felt damn good. Great, even.

After he pulled the third orgasm from her, Logan stepped out of the shower and returned a moment later, two condoms in hand. He immediately rolled one onto his shaft and lined up his cock with her pussy before sinking deep inside her with a happy moan.

“Oh, sweetheart, I missed the hell out of you,” he said. He slanted his mouth over hers, a crushing kiss as he fucked her that drew one more small orgasm from her. He felt it, too, his own release not far behind.

When he finished and withdrew, he turned her around, his arms around her, while Toby rolled on the other condom and took Logan’s place. As he slid his cock inside her with a happy moan, he leaned in and kissed her, deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth in time with his cock.

Yes, this is where she wanted to be. Nothing felt wrong about this.

At all.

He nibbled the side of her neck as he fucked her, faster, a long, sexy groan escaping him when he took a few last hard, deep thrusts inside her and climaxed.

They stood there under the water in silence for a few minutes, their arms around her and each other.

“We really missed you,” Toby finally said. “And not just for sex. We missed you.”

“And our illustrious leader, the world dominayshun dog,” Logan added.

She lifted her head and stared into Toby’s blue eyes.

“Maybe I need to try to spend more time around here, then. I wouldn’t want to deny Chewi access to his minuns.”

They both chuckled. “Sounds like a fantastic idea to us, sweetheart,” Logan said.

* * * *

She’d made them a little late for work, but suspected neither man minded. After getting some well-needed sleep, she dressed, ate, and put Chewi on his leash to walk next door.

The house felt different now, clean, no hint of the stench of decomposition remaining. Her footsteps echoed through the empty, hollow shell of a house as she walked the entire place.

Back in the living room, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine. What would it look like remodeled, furnished? She could have a whole room devoted to her jewelry business and supplies, able to spread out with multiple projects instead of only one at a time.

She’d have room to film video tutorials.

They could have friends over.

They?

Yes, she realized trying to picture this without Logan and Toby in it wasn’t going to happen. She already visualized the men as part of her life, part of her future. There wasn’t any doubt now, just a matter of her continuing to get to know them. She was done talking herself out of it.

Now, she was accumulating reasons it would work between them, why it was right between them.

She could remodel the kitchen, have a huge, modern stove, be able to bake for her friends.

She hadn’t done any real baking in years.

Looking down at Chewi, she said, “Well? What do you think? Remodel and call it home?” Money wasn’t the issue. Between the life insurance and other accounts, in addition to the bank accounts, she could afford to demolish this house and build anew, if she chose.

But she didn’t. This house wasn’t bad. It just needed some love and attention, some updates.

Chewi looked around, stood up, sneezed, and wagged his tail.

“Seal of approval?”

He chuffed.

“Yeah, me, too, buddy. Me, too.”

* * * *

Saturday night, they met Toby and Logan’s friends for dinner at Sigalo’s. Some of them she’d met already, some she only knew from FetLife, and some she’d heard about but hadn’t met yet in person. Eliza and Rusty joined them and would be going to the club with them later.

Everyone welcomed Rebecca as part of their group. As she sat there, listening to the conversations, she realized this was something she’d desperately missed, for years, and had ignored.

Had refused to admit she’d missed.

Yes, she loved her life, but things changed. People changed. Circumstances changed.

Her solitary life no longer suited her. Not really. Not when she was choosing isolation over love and friendship.

The men weren’t pressuring her for anything. They’d already had some deep discussions, including the men telling her that she had to be the one to tell them when she was ready for more.

Including if she ever wanted them to collar her, she had to ask for it. That they weren’t going anywhere, and they wouldn’t play or date or have sex with anyone but her—well, and each other, of course—but if she wanted a commitment, she would have to ask for it.

That they would never force her to do anything, including to stay with them.

That made her want to stay with them all the more. It made her want to trust them even more.

It made her want to submit to them, to hand things over to them, to relish the feeling of having a solid support under her, the foundations firmly set in their feelings for her.

After dinner, they headed over to Venture, her excitement warring with jangled nerves as they drew closer to the club. She wanted to play sooner rather than later, before it got too busy and there was a crowd or a waiting line for equipment.

As they picked a bench toward the back, nearest to the wall, Logan took her hands in his and stared down at her. “You’re sure this is what you want tonight?”

She nodded. “Just go slow.” She smiled. “Kiddie pool. Not high dive.” A couple of times during sex, one or both of them had lightly spanked her bare-handed, a delicious sting that made her pleasure even stronger.

Yes, she wanted this. She’d missed it. Maybe this was another reason why the few times she’d fooled around with guys, besides the missing emotional element, those encounters had felt hollow and flat.

Because that spice wasn’t there.

That trusting control, that zip.

They slowly stripped her, not tying her down to the bench after she climbed on it. They started out getting her settled by massaging her body, fingers kneading and probing, getting her worked up and sinking her into a delicious haze she suspected might be subspace.

It’d been so long, she couldn’t remember.

When the first bare-handed smacks began, she started arching her back, pushing her ass into Logan’s hand, sucking on Toby’s fingers as if his cock, her brain downshifting into a deliciously freewheeling mode where she didn’t have to think. All she had to do was feel, to enjoy what they were doing.

And boy, did she.

It’d been too damn long since she’d been able to feel this sensation, enjoy it.

Have trust in someone to let herself go.

She’d be damned if she’d deny herself any longer.

She was aware of a hum, and then the feel of a strong vibrator being pressed against her clit made her scream in pleasure around Toby’s fingers.

“Ooh, she likes the Hitachi,” he said.

Logan kept smacking her ass with one hand while using the vibrator on her with the other. “I figured she would.”

“We just got it last week,” Toby told her. “It was going to be a surprise.”

Surprise! Yes, she loved it.

Even when Logan switched from bare-handed swats to a lightweight paddle that he started using on her ass.

She moaned, both loving and hating it, each impact swirling like a stone hitting the water before the pleasure flowed in to fill the empty space again almost immediately.

Time folded and bent, and before long, she was rocking back and forth on the bench between swats from a riding crop and the Hitachi. Then it switched off, and she felt them draping a blanket over her.

Forcing her eyes open, she stared up at Toby, who smiled down at her. “We’re done?” she asked.

He laughed. “It’s been almost forty-five minutes. You said start slow. That was slow.”

He helped her up and off the bench. Logan got their stuff picked up and the bench wiped down while Toby led her over to one of the couches in the social area for them to snuggle.

It hadn’t felt that long. It had seemed to last just a minute or two…or forever.

Curled tightly against his side, she closed her eyes, not even moving when Logan joined them a few minutes later.

“How do you feel, baby?” Logan asked. “Was that too much?”

It almost hadn’t been enough. She easily could have taken a lot more, much harder impacts.

“It was perfect,” she said, still surfing her subspace time. “You guys are perfect.”

* * * *

Once she’d recovered and got dressed, they spent some time chatting with their friends. Before long, she found herself yawning.

“Uh-oh,” Logan said. “I think our lady is turning into a pumpkin.”

Eliza and Rusty had also played. Rusty—now sporting a red ass—smiled. “Better get her home,” Eliza said. “She looks tuckered out.”

“Sorry,” Rebecca said. “Oh, and I still haven’t talked to Derrick yet.”

“Then let’s get that done,” Toby said.

“I’ll get our bag,” Logan said.

After she hugged Eliza and Rusty, Toby went with her out to the office. Derrick had wanted to talk to her about stocking more of her chainmaille collars and other jewelry, expanding the selection. They were wrapping that discussion up when Logan joined them.

“Sorry, got stuck talking.”

She’d just shaken hands with Derrick when she heard the front door open. She didn’t know why she looked, but she almost let out a scream when she saw him.

Sam.

He immediately spotted her, too, pausing and not saying anything to her before he crossed the office.

“Well, I’ll get some pieces to you next week,” she said as she grabbed Toby and Logan’s hands and dragged them out of the office behind her.

She didn’t bother to turn and look. She didn’t want to see.

“Um, babe?” Logan asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t you see him? That was Sam!”

“What?” they both asked, stopping and forcing her to stop, too.

“No, I don’t want a confrontation. Please! Let’s get the hell out of here.”

She could tell they wanted to turn around and give the asshole a piece of their minds, but they let her lead them back to the car.

“And make sure he doesn’t follow us!”

“Let him try,” Toby darkly said.

“If he’s stupid enough to go inside, Eliza will likely neuter him with Tilly’s help,” Logan joked.

“Please!” she begged, near tears. “Let’s get out of here!”

“Okay, honey,” Logan assured her. “We’re going.”

He took a very roundabout course home, first heading in the opposite direction and making several double-backs, including pulling into a Walmart parking lot and waiting for a few minutes, watching for any approaching cars.

Only when she was satisfied Sam wasn’t following them did she let Logan head for home.

Why was it that just when she thought she had a handle on her life, and perfection had set in, that bastard had to reappear? It was like a bad omen, like maybe she’d chosen wrongly.

Like maybe she wasn’t meant to be happy.