Awakening Veronica (47 page)

Hank’s roar of completion filled her with victory as he held her in his strong arms and finally stilled, his cock pulsing deep in her tingling ass. His heaving breaths cooled her slick flesh as he held her safely in his grasp.

Travis gripped her hips in strong hands and shuttled in and out twice more and groaned deeply as he rested his sweaty forehead against her chest, his breath coming in heaving gasps against her breastbone as she whimpered quietly and finally stilled. He laid his lips against her breasts and took in a deep breath as he lifted his head.

She felt like limp spaghetti as he gently pulled his softened cock from her pussy and then slid his arms around her to hold her steady as Hank withdrew his cock from her ass. Soon after, they freed her hands and her feet from the cuffs and carried her to the soft pallet near the fire.

The soaked gag and the blindfold, which was wet with tears, were removed and she blinked up at them as they moved around her, gathering all the toys and other paraphernalia to be cared for later. Hank removed the condom he’d used and cleaned up with supplies he’d brought along. A moment later they joined her and her eyes gradually focused as they closed in around her.

They’d laid her on a thick cushion of sleeping bags a safe distance from the bonfire. She looked around and smiled when she spotted a picnic basket and a cooler containing a bottle of wine and three glasses beside it.

“We thought you might be hungry afterward, Nika,” Hank said as he stroked her overheated cheek.

Travis scooted close and rested his weight on an elbow as he looked at her. They slid a thick pillow under her head. She smiled, thinking they’d thought of everything.

“Where are we?”

Travis pointed past the bonfire. “Our house is about one hundred yards in that direction. If the back porch light was turned on, you’d be able to see it from here.”

Veronica chuckled. “You’re pretty sneaky captors.”

Hank kissed her and looked at her with serious eyes. “We’ll warn you first next time, Nika. I’m so sorry I scared you when I grabbed you.”

Veronica took in a shaky breath and chuckled as she let it out. “It was my fault. I might’ve caught on faster but my mind was way deep into other things, ruminating about my family. Fretting about them had me on edge and I just wasn’t thinking.”

Travis shook his head. “No, I agree with Hank. I heard you when you screamed. We want you alarmed and excited, not terrified and scared. That sound hurt my heart. How about next time we give you a one- or two-week warning. That way you know it’s coming.”

Veronica smiled. “Hmm, that idea has merit. That way I can anticipate it more.”

“Yes,” Hank said. “And if there are other types of fantasies you’d like to play out, we’ll always be your willing captors.”

She lifted Hank’s hand. “I bit you.”

Hank shrugged. “Through my gloves. I was more concerned about your teeth than my hand.”

“How could you see in the house? It was pitch black in there.”

Travis snickered and said, “I have these night vision goggles and we’ve just been waiting for the right time to try them out.”

Hank laid a kiss on her breastbone and asked, “Was bringing your capture fantasy to life satisfying?”

“You brought my fantasy to life. I loved role-playing with you.” She laid her palms on both of their cheeks and whispered, “I love you both so much. I feel like I’ve woken up from a long, bad dream and discovered that all is well with my world. I have two wonderful men and a wonderful bonfire to celebrate being bound to them. What’s in the basket?”

“Grace sent cheese, fruit, some fancy bread, chocolate, and the wine is ready to be poured.”

Veronica sighed and stretched. “Maybe I’m just dreaming a different wonderful dream. Is this real?”

Both men smiled at her, and Hank said, “Let’s have a snack and some of the wine, then maybe we’ll work on waking you up from this dream.”

They shared bites of strawberries and chocolate with her and gave her sips from their glasses of wine. Her heart swelled so full with love for them, she wondered how her body could contain it.

Her journey had started with that gathering at the Divine Memorial Rose Garden. Travis had returned to her life after she’d spent years thinking he’d found happiness elsewhere. He’d brought Hank, with his loving gray eyes and his need to protect and care for her, into her life. They’d helped her face the demons of her past and accepted her exactly the way she was.

They’d taught her to trust and awakened her heart to the true meaning of love.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I live in South Central Texas, writing the type of novel I love to read: more erotic and edgy than the mainstream, with plenty of sweet romance mixed in. I write erotic romances exclusively for Siren Publishing, under their Everlasting imprint. My love of romantic fiction began as a teenager when my mom gave me copies of Kathleen Woodiwiss’s
The Flame and the Flower
and Bertrice Small’s
Skye O'Malley.
To this day I'm pretty sure that was her idea of the “birds and the bees” talk.

My husband and I met in a scenario very much like the ones I’ve written about. He was the alpha hero who stepped in when this “damsel in distress” needed rescuing from a nefarious pervert. It’s no wonder I went on to write erotic romance when I had him to inspire me. My favorite type of hero is the gentle, lovable giant but readers will discover a variety of heroes and alphas in my novels, from nearly perfect to very flawed. I hope readers relate to my heroines, and the challenges and dilemmas they face head-on.

I love to chat with readers on Facebook and talk about my books and whatever else comes to mind on my blog,
The Divine Tease
. When not pounding on my keyboard, I'm usually busy corralling my kids or loving on my smokin’ hot husband, who thankfully loves to cook.

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