The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(113)

He shook his head as Adam walked back into the room. “I don’t give a damn. If I can’t work undercover, then I can’t. You are more important than any job.”

“She put us through hell so we wouldn’t get outed by the papers? What does she think is going to happen when people find out she’s married to two men?” Adam asked. He turned to her, a scowl on his handsome face. “Because there is going to be a marriage out of this. You’re marrying me. Jake lost at cards.”

“I want a rematch. I’m pretty sure Adam cheated.”

“Ah, romance.” She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. It was going to be an adventure with them. There would be trouble, but she would stand fast. “If that’s all the proposal I get then yes, I will marry you. And I want Jake’s collar. I want a ceremony and everything.”

“You’ll have it, baby,” Jake promised. “Now take off your clothes and present yourself. I’d like to get the punishment part of the evening over with so we can get to the good stuff.”

Her whole body trembled in anticipation.

“Take it off slowly, Serena,” Adam ordered.

They were just standing there, watching her undress, waiting for her to follow their commands. It might have been different if the exchange hadn’t been equal, but they gave her everything they had. Adam took care of her, lavishing her with attention and affection and easing the strain of her days. And Jake was her warrior, teaching her to be strong, opening his heart where it had been closed to all but her.

It was an odd family they were forming, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She had them both, each stronger for their reliance on the other. They were halves of a whole, accepting what they needed, making it easy for her to accept them both.

Slowly, a little awkward at first, she pushed at the waist of her dress. She winced a little as she reached the bandage at her side.

“Stop.” Jake said, moving in. He touched the white gauze pad that covered a patch of skin just above her right hip.

She wasn’t about to let them put her on bed rest over that tiny wound. “It’s fine, Jake. It’s nothing. Like I said before, it’s a little scratch.”

He looked back at Adam as though asking his opinion.

Adam pulled the bandage slightly off, examining the wound before closing it up. “We’ll be careful with her. We’ll be gentle. And it doesn’t affect what we should do to that gorgeous ass of hers. She’s not fragile, Jake. She’s wickedly strong. I heard she damn near took off her ex’s balls. They were talking about it at the station house. The medical examiner said his balls were the size of a grapefruit.”

That had been a horrible moment, but Jake had been with her in spirit. “I punched him.”

“Good girl,” Jake said solemnly. He kissed her forehead. “We’re going to continue those lessons, baby. I want you strong.”

She was strong. So strong. She hadn’t known just how strong she was until she’d been in that moment and she’d known she would do anything to survive. “So stop bugging me and let me take my punishment.”

He tweaked a nipple, causing her to gasp. “Such a brat. Get rid of the dress, and then I want that ass in the air.”

She was so glad she wasn’t wearing underwear. Not that she’d been given a choice, but now it was simple to push the dress off, hand it to Adam, and turn. She leaned over, placing her palms flat on the coffee table and raising her ass in the air. No more worrying about cellulite or those extra pounds. There was no place for that here. There was only the exchange between Dom and sub, a promise of safety and the freedom to explore.

“God, I love that ass.” Jake’s hands stroked her cheeks. “Are we ready for this? For taking her together?”

Adam chuckled. “I’m a boy scout, buddy. I’ve got lube and condoms, and she’s taken the large plug with such grace. I promise it’ll be a tight fit, but she can handle us.”

“I don’t know about grace, Adam. I think I took that plug with a whole lot of complaining.” It had been rough. That plug was huge and still not quite the size of her men.

Jake slapped her ass, the sting a promise of things to come. “Your opinion is not required right now, baby. And this pretty ass was made for us. It was made to take a cock. But not just yet. You require a little warm-up session. Adam, I believe we’ll start with a count of twenty.”

She nearly screamed when both smacked her ass at the same time.

They counted aloud and, aside from the first stroke, took turns spanking her. Jake would slap at the fleshy part of her ass, and Adam would match it on her opposite cheek. They would strike and then hold their hands over the ache, allowing the warmth of the discipline to sink into her bones. She loved it. She was a freak, and she wouldn’t be any other way. She needed this the way some women needed a glass of wine at night. She relaxed into her position, that erotic mix of pleasure and pain causing her muscles to melt and everything to fall away. Nothing in the world mattered except this. Tomorrow she could begin to process all that had happened. And she wouldn’t be alone. They would be there to talk her through it, to hold her while she cried, to kiss her senseless when she couldn’t think about it a second longer. Their love would be the blanket she wrapped around her soul when the bad dreams came.

Yes, she was vulnerable to men like Doyle and Brian, and yes, the world could be a crappy place. It invaded and encroached on the good things in life, but here, she was safe. Here, she was the queen, choosing them over and over again.