Melt Into You (32 page)

He splayed his hand over her mound, giving delicious pressure and drawing a mewl from her.

“I fucking love knowing how everyone who sees you will want you, but only we get to have you. You’re
ours
, pet. Always.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, the overwhelming deluge of emotion interweaving with her desperate desire for them. “Yes, sir. Always.”

Another hand brushed her hair away from her face and Andre’s voice tickled her ear. “Trust us to know what you can take.”

She nodded, her fears falling away like dead leaves. She would follow these men into the dark, knowing they would be there to save her if it was too much. “I want to please you. I’ll do whatever you think is best.”

Andre’s smile was like a laser of warmth slicing through the cool air. He laced his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck and leaned in for a kiss. His tongue slid over hers, and Jace joined in, pressing his lips to her shoulders, her spine, the curve of her ear. Tingles having nothing to do with her hyper-aroused state raced through her like fireflies, lighting any remaining dark corners within her and filling them with the shine of love she had for these two men.

How she had lived so long without this feeling she didn’t know. Her black-and-white life had gone Technicolor in the best possible way. Standing in the middle of a parking lot, cuffed and as naked as the day she was born, she’d never felt safer or more content.

Andre eased away, leaving her breathless. He smiled. “We’d better get going before you tempt me off my plan. Despite evidence to the contrary, my patience isn’t limitless.”

She laughed, and Andre pulled something from his pocket. Black material, but not a blindfold. Her lips parted to ask him what it was, but before she could, she had her answer. Andre pulled the tight spandex mask over her head, blocking out the last glimmer of dusk and muffling the sounds around her. Only a space for her mouth remained open to the air.

What the hell? She sucked in air through her nose, verifying the material was still porous enough to breathe through.

Jace squeezed her shoulder. “We don’t want you distracted. All you need to focus on is what we’re making you feel.”

She nodded, the panicky feeling settling down to a fine electric buzz running over her skin. “Yes, sir.”

Hands clamped over her biceps, and the guys made sure she was steady on her feet. They nudged her. “Walk.”

She stumbled on the first step, but they kept her upright. “Should I take off my heels?”

“Don’t talk crazy now,” Jace said. She could picture the naughty schoolboy smile he was probably wearing. “What kind of guys would we be if we made you walk barefoot on gravel?”

“Yeah, uh-huh. You’re all heart,” she said, letting the sarcasm drip off her tone.

The boys led her through the parking lot and onto pavement. The disorienting feeling of not knowing what was around her had her focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and on trusting the strong men flanking each side of her.

The squeak of a heavy door opening filled her ears and warm air cascaded over her, the contrast in temperature making her shiver. They were going inside. The built-in urge to shield her nudity, to feel shame, rose within her. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself.

Jace and Andre wanted to show her off, to strip away the remaining bricks and expose the soft vulnerable core of her trust. To push her. If she gave herself over completely to their wishes, she knew the reward would be hers. But that didn’t stop her heart having a grand mal seizure beneath her rib cage.

Her footsteps softened as she hit thick carpet. No other sounds filled her ears. The rooms in the main house were soundproof, so she assumed they’d gone in the side door and were walking down one of the hallways. At least they hadn’t walked her through the lobby.

But the quiet solitude was short-lived. They tucked her into the elevator and when the doors dinged and opened again, Evan’s ears perked at the gentle murmur of voices in the distance. Good Lord, how she must look—naked, masked, and in heels. Not to mention escorted by two gorgeous men in cop uniforms.

“Mmm, bella,”
Andre breathed against her ear. “When you blush it’s not only your cheeks that get pink. So sexy.”

He thumbed a nipple and the ebb in heat that her rush of anxiety had caused quickly fired up anew. How could she be so turned on yet so fucking terrified at the same time?

The voices shifted, now both in front and behind, people milling around her in a busy room.
Oh, God
. Her muscles threatened to lock in place and fasten her to the floor even while the familiar kernel of desire sizzled within her. “Wait. I don’t know if I can do this.”

*  *  *

Evan halted in Jace’s grip, her muscles stiffening beneath
his fingertips. He frowned and glanced at Andre, whose expression mirrored his. They’d anticipated this. But after Evan had done such a good job in the scene so far, Jace had thought maybe she’d already arrived at the place they needed her to be—that zone of absolute trust. But obviously they hadn’t won her full heart and submission quite yet. And if the end of the plan was going to come to fruition, then this piece was non-negotiable.

Jace scanned the large open room that made up the top floor of The Ranch’s main building. The center of the space was filled with couches for lounging and watching the antics, while the perimeter was set up with every kind of BDSM equipment you could imagine. A few scenes were taking place behind the slim red ropes that cordoned off each area, and two people with yellow T-shirts—The Ranch’s safety monitors—were walking the floor.

Heads had lifted when he, Andre, and Evan had stepped off the elevator. The sight of a beautiful submissive stripped and cuffed between two doms dressed as cops was not something most people saw every day. Even at The Ranch.

Electricity had wicked through Jace’s veins at the attention. He’d break off someone’s hand if anyone but Andre touched Evan, but he couldn’t deny that exposing her this way didn’t make his cock press even harder against the fly of his pants. He’d never seen a woman look so stunning in her submission. And she was theirs. She loved them back.

But now she just had to know what it meant to trust them.

They had only planned to walk her through the main room to give her a sense of exposure before going into a private area, but now she’d earned herself a tougher punishment. Jace tightened his grip on her arm. “Step to the right and get on your knees, sub. You’re blocking the walkway.”

“Jace, I can’t do—”

Andre smacked her bare ass. “Move it. And it’s ‘sir.’”

Jace held his breath. Evan’s whole body remained taut and, though he couldn’t see her face, he saw her wet her lips, part them.
Fuck, she’s going to safe word.
They’d read her signals wrong and pushed her too far too fast.

But then the stiffness went pliable beneath his fingertips, and she stepped to the side, her head dipping in deference. She lowered to her knees. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Her voice quavered, but her nipples had gone hard and dusky pink, and the illicit scent of her arousal swirled through his senses. Sweet mother of God he’d missed her. He leaned against the wall behind him, overwhelmed by the sight of her, by her compliance. He ran a hand over her head, the smooth spandex material warm from her body heat, and then yanked off the mask. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. I want to look at you while you take my cock.”

She blinked up at him, adjusting to the light, then tried to look over her shoulder to see where she was. Andre grabbed a handful of her hair from his position behind her and held her in place. “Where we are or who’s watching is of no concern of yours,
bella
. All you need to worry about is showing Officer Austin how eager you are to suck him off.”

Her gaze flared. Anger laced with wicked desire.

Jace unfastened his pants and freed his straining erection, stroking it once in front of her. “You see what you did to me, pet?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

He grabbed her chin and grazed her lips with the already damp tip of his cock. “Take care of it.”

Those soft lips of hers closed around him and he damn near lost it at the first graze of her tongue.
Ah, fuck.
These last few months he’d craved her like a drug. Her sweet femininity, the feisty edge to her submission, those soulful eyes gazing up at him. His dreams had been haunted by her face, the memory of her never leaving his subconscious even when he tried to push her from his mind and shore up his heart again. And now she was here, at his feet, giving him the gift of her body, her trust, her everything.

He didn’t know if he deserved such a wondrous gift, but hell if he wasn’t looking forward to spending every day of the rest of his life doing his best to be worthy of her.

Her mouth slid down his shaft and she took him deep, sending currents of pleasure-laced lightning through his cock and up his spine. His balls tightened, and he sagged against the wall with a moan, letting Andre guide Evan’s head back and forth over him.

His gaze tracked up to Andre and Andre smiled, the heat in his eyes enough to scorch the wood floors beneath them. “You two are a sight to behold.”

Jace reached out and slid a hand around the back of Andre’s neck, pulling him closer. “No, the three of us are.”

Andre took Jace’s mouth in a hard kiss, one that spoke to how much Andre was fighting to keep his own control. Evan hummed against Jace’s cock, no doubt catching sight of he and Andre kissing above her. A little knot of anxiety ran through Jace. What if Evan didn’t like the change in dynamic that had happened between him and Andre while she’d been away?

Shit
. Evan had just left a relationship where she was the third wheel with two men. How had Jace not thought to warn her before they went into this scene? Stupid. He couldn’t bear to have her think she was anything but the center of their universe.

Jace pulled away from the kiss. The panic on his face must’ve been evident because Andre’s eyes widened, no doubt having his own
doh!
moment.

Jace eased back from Evan, tucked himself back into his pants as best he could, and then knelt to take her face in his hands. He didn’t want to break scene and screw with the fantasy they were trying to give her, but he had to make sure she was okay. “Baby—”

She smiled, tears glimmering in the low lighting of the room. “You guys are so goddamned beautiful.”

He laughed and Andre squatted down next to them. “But you’re our focus,
bella
. This doesn’t change how we both feel about you.”

She looked between the two of them. “I don’t always need to be the center. Believe me, I’m not that selfish. I’m just seriously disappointed I haven’t been here to watch y’all figure each other out.”

Jace’s lips curled. “Dirty, dirty girl. We promise you’ll get to see anything you want. And know that we want and need
you
. Neither of us has felt whole since you left.”

“Nothing’s felt right without you, gorgeous,” Andre said, brushing his knuckles over her cheek.

She nuzzled against Andre’s hand. “I know the feeling.”

“Then why did you wait so long to come back to us, Ev?” Jace asked, his voice cracking a bit under the memory on those long months without her.

She bit her lip, looked up at him with her old soul eyes. “I had to make sure I was strong enough. That I was whole all on my own. To know that I wouldn’t fall apart again if one day you guys decided to leave.”

Her words tore straight through Jace’s gut and prodded his dominant core with a red-hot poker. He pinched her chin between his fingers, his demeanor shifting from soft to steel in half a second. “Seems we haven’t quite gotten our lesson through that head of yours yet. Andre, get her up.”

Before they walked off these grounds, Evan was going to understand that they weren’t going anywhere, that she could trust them.

If he had to turn her hide red and flog his way through that last wall of hers, then so be it.

THIRTY-FOUR

Evan yelped as Andre hauled her to her feet then draped
her over his shoulder like some caveman claiming his kill for the evening. She wasn’t sure exactly what she’d done to piss the two of them off, but she had a feeling they were going to make it abundantly clear before they were done with her.

Those in the room who weren’t mid-scene turned to stare at the spectacle they were creating. She pressed her face into Andre’s back, her cheeks hot. She couldn’t tell if she was ashamed about being carried naked through a crowded room or the fact that everyone knew she’d somehow displeased her doms. She suspected the latter.

Jace grabbed her hair and slipped the mask back down over her face, blocking out the onlookers. “You need to focus, pet, and listen only to us. If I have to repeat myself, I’m going to be very angry.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice jumping with Andre’s brisk pace.

The air shifted and the noises of the room faded behind her. The mask was thin, only softening the sounds around her, but she still found herself straining to hear the smallest of hints as to where they were going. Muffled footsteps. Andre’s heart pounding against her ear. Then a grind and a click. A heavy door being opened.

Andre pitched his weight forward, and she went careening through the air. Her cry of surprise ripped through the room, then ended in an
oof!
when her back hit a mattress and knocked the wind from her. The cuffs dug into her skin as she rolled to her side.

The door slammed shut and the scent of . . . vanilla filled her nostrils. Which room had they taken her to?

“On your knees.” Andre’s tone was like flint against her nerve endings, sparking both fear of what was to come and the sharp arousal of being handled by her two men.

She scrambled to follow the instruction, intent on righting whatever she’d said to upset them. After she was in position, one of them unhooked her cuffs and then planted a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her down. “Forehead on the bed, ass in the air, pet.”

Each took one of her already tender wrists and stretched her arms above her head. Soft leather twined around each one, securing her to the wall or headboard—she couldn’t tell. She instinctively yanked on the bindings, but there was only an inch or so of play. Her pulse drummed like a frenetic marching band in her ears.

“Wider.” Jace tapped her thighs. She carefully spread her knees, making sure to maintain her balance. Leather cuffs wrapped around her ankles and metal jangled. “Good girl. That’s a spreader bar. Now you won’t be able to draw those legs together when we work you over.”

Work her over? She flexed her ankles and found she couldn’t close her legs or spread them further. She was at their mercy in a way she’d never been before. Bound and trussed and exposed for whatever they wanted to do to her. She probably should be frightened. But those fight-or-flight signals never fired. Instead, need swept through her like a firestorm, igniting every erogenous point in her body. She pressed her forehead against the bed and rocked against the bindings, willing herself not to beg them to touch her.

Jace chuckled and walked his fingers along her spine, sending shivers over her. “Look at you. You can’t even sit still, can you? What’s wrong, baby? Need something?”

She gritted her teeth. “You know what I want, sir.”

“
Hmm
, what you want and what you need may be two different things right now.” His fingers reached the cleft of her ass and teased around the plug, which thankfully they had turned off when they’d taken her to the main room. He wiggled the vibrator and she couldn’t stop a moan from escaping. “I’m not fucking this luscious little ass of yours until I know you’re really mine.”

She tensed. Did he doubt that? “I am yours, sir. You and Andre’s both. I love you.”

His warm hand moved away from her. “We love you, too, Ev. But your trust is sorely lacking.”

The sound of something slicing through the air filled her ears a millisecond before something smacked against her right ass cheek with a stinging thud. Thin stripes of pain-laced pleasure zipped up her spine. She bowed up against her bindings as a gasp wheezed out of her.
Oh,
my
.

Whatever Jace was using came down again on the opposite cheek then again and again—providing both sharp and blunt sensation simultaneously. Her breath came out in short puffs as she absorbed each impact and her clit pulsed in time with the blows.

A hand touched her head. “You like Jace’s flogger,
bella
? He took out the braided one just for you.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Jace didn’t pause in his treatment.

“Do you know why you’re getting punished?” Andre asked.

Her mind struggled to grab on to her thoughts, the blinding pain and pleasure sensations overloading her neurons. “Something about trust, sir?”

Jace smacked the flogger against her exposed pussy, and she bucked against the restraints, nearly careening right into orgasm. “Oh, God.”

“You know what it does to us, pet, to hear you suspect that we might just walk away from you one day?” Jace asked.

“I’m sorry, but I have to be prepared. I can’t ever be weak like I was before.” Her voice sounded desperate even to her own ears.

“You are not weak, Ev. Opening yourself up to us fully won’t make you that way.” The flogger thudded against the back of her thigh. “Submission with contingency clauses is not acceptable. We want all of you, not just your body. Your heart, Ev. Your trust.”

She shook her head, tears building beneath her closed lids. “But what happens if I do that and you walk away?” If her life had proven anything to her it was that everyone leaves eventually.

The flogger tumbled against the wood floor. “Take off her mask, Dre.”

The blackness gave way to the flickering warmth of candlelight when Andre pulled the material off. She turned her head, resting her cheek on the bed, tears leaking down. Both Jace and Andre kneeled next to the bed.

Andre reached out and swiped the moisture from under her eyes. “Sweet, sweet,
bella
. Don’t you get it?”

More tears escaped. “Get what?”

Jace sifted his fingers through her hair, the tender look in his eyes undoing her. “Listen to me, Evan. If you don’t hear anything else I say to you tonight. Hear this: When we say we want you, that we love you. We don’t mean for this week or this month or until something else comes along.”

A fist seemed to close around her vocal cords. “But—”

He shook his head. “No more buts, remember? We’re not going anywhere unless you send us away yourself.” He brushed a thumb over her forehead, smoothing the creases. “I can’t promise that this is going to be easy. But I will promise that I’m not going to give up on you if things get tough. This isn’t foster care, Ev. I love you.
We
love you. We want to be your forever.”

The knot in her throat seemed to swell until she thought she may stop breathing.
A forever family
. That’s what the caseworkers used to call it when kids were adopted. When you were special enough that people wanted you for real, not just for a while. No one had ever wanted that of her.

And now these two beautiful, kindhearted men were looking at her like no other woman existed on the planet. No fine print or contingency clauses. Just love. Pure unadulterated love.

She blinked away the tears and took a deep breath, swallowing past the emotion knotting her vocal cords. “I want that, too. So much.”

Andre smiled, his own eyes glinting with moisture. “Can you take the leap,
bella
? Have faith in us and give us your whole heart?”

Leap? She’s already plummeted off the mountain. Her heart was theirs now . . . and always. “Yes.”

“Thank you, Ev,” Jace said, his whole demeanor sighing. “Now let’s get you out of these bindings. You’ve had enough punishment. Now I just need to love you.”

Andre and Jace made quick work of releasing her and both stripped out of their clothes. When they flipped her over onto her back, she was able to take in the whole room. White candles lit every corner of the cozy bedroom and rose petals had been strewn over the floor and bed. She smiled. “Rose petals and candles? Who knew you boys were the romantic type?”

Andre climbed on the bed behind her, and Jace got in front of her wearing a wicked grin. “Lie back on Andre, pet. I’ll show you how romantic we can be.”

Jace positioned himself between her thighs and bent down to taste her with a long, languid glide of his tongue, while Andre kissed along her shoulder.
Oh, sweet Lord
. She murmured her satisfaction—the unending assault on her senses shutting down her capacity for speech. She’d been revved up and brought down so many times, her body was like a land mine—one perfect move and she’d detonate.

Jace swirled his tongue around her clit and nipped at the swollen nub. She whimpered and writhed. Andre held her in place. “Your orgasm is ours,
bella
. No coming until we tell you. Close your eyes and relax.”

Relax? That was like telling the ocean to stop moving. She let her eyelids fall shut and clenched her fists, forcing the threatening tsunami back, fighting to keep it in check.

Jace’s mouth continued its erotic assault, and he slid two fingers inside her. Her cunt clenched around him, begging for more, for all of him to be inside her. He adjusted the pressure along her inner wall, teasing the sensitive spot inside.

Her head tilted back as the rush of sensation thundered through her.
Fuck
. There was no way she was going to be able to hold on and—

Searing heat spilled across her chest and nipples, cutting off her thoughts and nearly launching her off the bed.
What the . . . Ohhhhhh, God!
The initial burn of pain morphed into an intense, overwhelming surge of pleasure. The smell of vanilla wrapped around her.

“Candles are for more than romance,” Andre whispered, drizzling more wax down the line of her belly. She cried out and Jace held her fast against his mouth, the strokes increasing in intensity. “Come for us,
bella
.”

The fiery wax splashed right along her navel, pooling in her belly button and running lower, and Jace sucked her clit between his teeth. A scream that didn’t even sound like her own tore from her lungs, and she arched toward the ceiling, feeling as if she might levitate right off the goddamned bed.

Sharp, vibrating bliss fanned out through every cell, launching her up and over any place she’d been before. Her body rocked with the waves of it, the combination of orgasm-soaked sensation wrapping around her and holding her tight in its grasp. She didn’t want it to release her.

But before she’d even had a chance to catch her breath, the boys were turning her over, hardened wax tightening her skin and flaking off her at every move. Andre slid beneath her, moving her boneless legs to straddle him, and Jace ran his hands over her quivering shoulders.

“Neither of us has been with anyone else besides you or each other since we’ve last been tested,” Jace said in her ear. “Have you?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Then we’re going to take you barebacked. Both of us. You understand?”

She nodded, the implication cutting through the afterglow of orgasm and firing up her desire anew. Both of them. They hadn’t tried before to take her simultaneously. Had told her they wouldn’t do that until they decided she was ready. A zip of fear and drenching need went through her.

Andre smiled up at her, his gaze enough to liquefy the wax still clinging to her nipples. He fisted his beautifully stiff cock and ran a thumb over the dampened tip. “Come ’ere,
bella
. That orgasm was just a warm-up.”

She laughed. “You two may kill me with the next one then.”

His large hands palmed her hips, drawing her over his cock. “We’re going to take good care of you. Promise.” He lowered her down to him, inch by delicious inch, sliding into the hot clasp of her core. Skin to skin. “Oh,
bella
.”

Ribbons of sweet awareness snaked through her, the snug fit of him inside her stretching her and tightening the plug in her backside. She splayed her hands over Andre’s chest to balance as he guided her up and down. The full feeling pushed all her naughty buttons, but how the hell was she going to handle both of them at once? She hadn’t seen the plug, but she’d guess Jace had to be twice the size.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Andre said, slowly rocking into her. “Trust that we’re here to make you feel good, not hurt you. Let go for us.”

He stroked a thumb over her engorged clit as he pumped into her, dragging her back into her senses and away from any worries. She was theirs. They loved her. They wouldn’t harm her. This was her always.

She tossed her mental parachute from her back, closed her eyes, and gave into the free fall, knowing the two of them would be there to catch her.

Heat blanketed her back as Jace pressed his chest against her. He stroked her hair, kissed the rim of her ear, nibbled her neck. “You look so beautiful right now. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

She reached back and circled her arm around the nape of his neck, sliding her nails through his hair, relishing the feel of him, the scent. He’d always had on her on some level. She’d known it since the first time he’d ever touched her. That piece of her heart had never returned. But now she knew what it really felt like to surrender it all. Without fear.