Caught in the Middle of Their Love [Knights in Black Leather 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  When it came, her climax exploded like a bomb blowing everything away before sucking it all back into her once again. She knew she was screaming both their names but couldn’t do anything about it. They bucked beneath and behind her, filling her body with their cum. Never had she felt so complete, so content. She drifted down from her perch a thousand miles above the clouds to sigh as they cuddled her between them.

  Then everything changed. Steve pulled out of her and stood by the bed with his hands clenching by his side. At the feel of cool air against her back, she turned to look at him. His eyes fairly burned with anger and pain. She didn’t know what was wrong until she realized he was glaring at his brother.

  “Steve?”

  Ben seemed to realize something was wrong, because he pulled from her body with a hiss. When he stood up on the other side of the bed, Stacey knew they were going to fight.

  Chapter Two

  “Stacey? Honey, are you okay?” Marx’s voice jerked her back from her thoughts.

  “Y–yes. I’m sorry. I guess I was thinking too hard.”

  He looked at her oddly for a second. Then he nodded toward where Jackson had Kelly bundled in a blanket waiting on them.

  “We’re getting ready to leave. We’ll walk you to your car.”

  “Oh, thanks, but that’s okay. I’ll be fine.” She smiled up at him.

  “I don’t like leaving you here without someone watching out for you. There are a lot of new people here that we don’t know.” Marx glanced around the still crowded room.

  “Really. I’m fine. I appreciate you letting me hang with you.” She waved toward Kelly, doubting the other woman would notice.

  “If you’re sure. I don’t like leaving you here like this though.”

  “I came alone, Marx. I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

  She watched him settle then turn and walk over to the others. They exchanged a few words then nodded at her and headed toward the front of the building. She watched them slowly disappear in the sea of bodies moving around inside the club’s main room. Once again she was alone with her thoughts. Since they weren’t good thoughts, she decided to call it a night and go home. She would fix herself a stiff drink and pray it would relax her enough to go to sleep.

  As she moved toward the front entrance something tickled the back of her neck. A feeling of awareness had her turning her head and scanning the crowd. When no one stood out as watching her, Stacey hurried to the dressing area and changed. Once outside in the cold night air, she chided herself for allowing her overactive imagination to get the best of her. No one had been watching her.

  She had to let the car warm up and defrost the windows before she could leave the parking lot. The light coating of frost gave the car an eerie cocooned feeling that tightened her throat. She couldn’t understand why she was being so childish. She had never been one to worry or become afraid at the drop of a hat. Tonight, however, Stacey couldn’t deny how her heart raced and her skin itched with the desire to hurry to her lonely apartment and lock the doors.

  Just as soon as the windshield was clear enough she thought she would be safe driving the short distance to her apartment, Stacey pulled out of the parking lot and turned toward home. She was glad Sassy Sophisticate, the shop she worked in, was closed on Sundays. Sleeping in sounded like just what she needed.

  As soon as she locked the door to her apartment behind her, she began to relax. The sense that someone had been watching her faded away. She walked to her bedroom and quickly undressed. Pulling on a robe, she walked back to her tiny kitchen and made herself a drink. The first sip burned going down, but the second was much easier. She sighed and carried the glass with her to the bathroom.

  Thoughts of Steve and Ben slipped into her mind as she ran her bathwater. She missed them so much, but knew that she had made the right decision to stay away from them. Falling in love with both of them had not been her plan, but when it happened, she had hoped they would love her as well. Unfortunately, Steve wasn’t willing to share. She had no idea how Ben felt about it. There was no way she was coming between them.

  She sighed as she stepped into the tub and sat down. The hot water helped her relax as she tried to clear her mind. No matter how much she struggled to keep thoughts of them away, they managed to slip back in to torment her.

  When she closed her eyes, images of them filled her head. Steve stood at six feet two inches with collar-length rich brown hair that was still a shade lighter than his brother’s. He had the most brilliant hazel eyes she had ever seen. His muscular chest and broad shoulders felt so good beneath her hands, though he wasn’t bulky by any means. His narrow waist and bitable ass even now had her mouth watering.

  Ben, on the other hand, was just as drool worthy with shorter, darker brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was several inches shorter than Steve, but was built with a more muscular frame.

  After nearly thirty minutes of relaxing in the tub, Stacey finished her watery drink and climbed out of the tub. Having allowed the water to grow cold, she was shaking by the time she had managed to dry off. She pulled on flannel pajamas and jumped beneath the covers, praying she would sleep tonight. The last few weeks had been hard to handle with so little sleep.

  For once, her mind quieted and her eyes drifted closed. If things didn’t improve before long, Stacey knew she would need to leave Perkins City and find a new place to live. The pain of losing the men she loved while knowing they were so close was killing her.

  * * * *

  Steve swore when he realized where he was. He’d left the club intending to go home, but instead he found himself sitting outside Stacey’s apartment. No matter how often he told himself it was over, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She’d been perfect in every way for him. His inner Dom had never been happier with her as their submissive. She’d completed him in more ways than one. Damn his brother for interfering.

  He hit the steering wheel with his hand. Pulling away from the curb, he turned toward home. Going to the club tonight had been a mistake. Instead of claiming one of the many colorless subs for a much needed scene, Steve had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Stacey had been stunning in her pink corset and shorts. His cock had immediately gone rock hard when it hadn’t stirred once at the sight of all the other subs around him who were wearing even less clothing. Nothing stirred him anymore except when he thought of her. Then he would end up rubbing one off just to be able to walk.

  The fact that she hadn’t been with anyone had given him a small amount of relief. When Marx and Jackson had pulled her in to watch out for her, he’d been equal parts thankful and jealous. Even though they were about to marry Kelly, he didn’t like any man close to Stacey. He ground his teeth so hard he was sure they would crack from the pressure.

  When he pulled into his drive, Steve sighed. He needed a drink or three, something to help him actually sleep for a change. After parking in the garage, he walked into the kitchen and locked the door behind him, setting the alarm out of habit. Then he strode over to the cabinet where they kept the liquor and poured a glass of whiskey. He downed the alcohol before refilling his glass and carrying it and the bottle into the living room.

  He wasn’t in the mood to watch anything on the TV, but some music might work. He turned on their system and selected some Moody Blues. The sound of “Nights in White Satin” poured out of the speakers as he settled into his chair and leaned back. The overhead light was off, but the lamp next to the couch illuminated the room enough that he could make out the doorway that led into the hall. His brother’s outline appeared not long after the songs switched.

  “You might as well come on in. I know you’re there.”

  Ben walked farther into the room. He stopped next to the other recliner but didn’t sit down.

  “Did you see her?” he asked.

  Steve snorted and took another long drink before answering. “Yeah.”

  “Was she with anyone?”

  “No. She stayed with Kelly and her men.”
br />   “Good. They will keep her safe.” Ben eased down into the chair.

  “You’re moving slow. What’s wrong?” Steve asked.

  “Had to wrestle with a cow that got tangled up in some barbed wire. They needed stitches in a couple of places.”

  “Are you hurt or just sore?” Steve frowned.

  It wasn’t often that his brother was hurt taking care of his patients. He had a way with animals that was almost scary.

  “Just sore. I wasn’t paying attention and let it move me into the bars. Bruised me some, but I’ll live.”

  Steve grunted and took another drink of his whiskey. So far he wasn’t to the buzzed stage yet. That was why he’d brought the bottle with him. He planned to drink enough tonight that he could fall asleep and stay that way until morning. With tomorrow being Sunday, he didn’t have to be at the store the next day.

  “Drinking isn’t going to fix anything, Steve.”

  “Not trying to fix anything. I just want to get a good night’s sleep for a change. Tend to your own damn business.”

  “You’re my business, brother. Even if you are a stingy, muleheaded bastard.” Ben pushed back in the chair and let it recline back with him.

  Steve looked over at the other man. They had always been close. They had even shared women in the past, but never someone they were actually interested in for more than a good time. The women had known the score and didn’t want a relationship any more than they did. What was happening to them? Why had they both fallen in love with the same woman? It didn’t make sense.

  Yeah, some of the others in town had ménage relationships, but he was too possessive. He didn’t want to share his woman.

  Then why did the sight of your brother pleasuring Stacey harden your dick that night?

  He took another drink of the whiskey. Part of him tried to deny it, but the other part wouldn’t let him. He had enjoyed seeing Ben’s hands caressing her. He’d liked how she had responded when they’d both filled her body with their cocks, but then once the lust had worn off, all he could see were another man’s hands on his woman. It had filled him with such rage he hadn’t been thinking straight when he had lashed out.

  He shook his head. Now Stacey wouldn’t come near him, and he and his brother were still at odds. He hated how it all made him feel. How did Marx and Jackson handle it? He had nearly asked them on several occasions but so far, he’d backed away from discussing something so personal with them. As far as he knew, no one was aware of the situation and he’d like to keep it that way. As far as he knew, even their sister, Anna, didn’t know what was going on.

  “I’ve been thinking,” Ben began. “It’s probably time for me to move. They’re looking for a large animal vet over in Horseshoe Flats.”

  “Hell, no!” Steve all but jumped out of the chair. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  Ben got up as well and planted his hands on his hips. “Why in the hell not? I can’t live here knowing Stacey is seeing someone else. Just the thought of someone else touching her just about chokes me to death.”

  “You think it’s not killing me as well? I feel like puking anytime I think about it.” Steve nearly choked.

  Picking up the bottle of whiskey, he refilled his glass then set it on the coffee table before walking over to the stereo system and turning it off. The music no longer soothed him. He turned back toward his brother and looked at him.

  “I don’t want you to go.”

  Ben sighed and ran his hand over his face. Steve could see the shadows beneath his eyes and the lines on his face. He knew he didn’t look any better. If Ben left, it would be the final blow. He didn’t think he could handle losing both Stacey and him.

  Ben shook his head then turned and walked out of the room. Steve hated that about his brother. Instead of fighting it out, he turned away like always. Where Steve wanted nothing more than to duke it out, Ben avoided violence when possible. He didn’t usually let anything get to him, choosing instead to laugh it off or let it ride.

  Not so that night when everything had gone to hell. When he had punched his brother, Ben had hit him back and the two of them had tied up like junkyard dogs. Only Stacey’s screams had stopped them from killing each other. Thank God she hadn’t gone and gotten help to break them up. Once they’d stopped throwing punches, Ben had grabbed Stacey and taken her home, leaving him behind to clean up the room and put it back to rights as best he could. Stacey had told him in no uncertain terms the next day that she didn’t want to see either of them ever again. No matter how many times he had tried to talk to her both on the phone and in person, she’d either disconnected or walked away.

  Hearing her yell that she loved them both had torn something apart inside of him. He’d never once sensed that she had feelings for his brother. It had never dawned on him that including his brother in everything they did would lead to the mess they had ended up in. He should have thought about it, but it had only seemed natural for Ben to be there as well.

  He shook his head. He had only himself to blame. Why wouldn’t his brother have fallen in love with her and expect to share her when they’d shared women before and he had allowed Ben to be a part of their lives?

  “Stupid, stupid, stupid. What the hell are you going to do now?”

  Steve finished the drink and set the empty glass on the table before heading to his room. He needed a long hot shower. He grimaced when he climbed the stairs. His cock was stiff and throbbing behind the zipper to his leather pants. It looked like he would be taking matters in hand when he got in the shower.

  After stripping down, he climbed under the cascading hot water and thanked God they had insisted on separate hot water heaters when they had built the house several years ago. There was little doubt that his brother was in his own shower right now, contemplating the same thing Steve was thinking about. He poured shower gel in the palm of his hand and lathered it up before rubbing his hands along his body.

  After washing away the sweat and lingering scents of Golden Shackles, Steve wrapped his hand around the base of his stiff dick and squeezed. The slight edge of pain helped calm him as he slowly ran his fist up the stalk before rubbing the palm of his hand over the top. He spread the drop of pre-cum that had leaked before pulling his callused hand back down. Over and over again he pulled on his cock as he thought about Stacey stretched out before him on his bed.

  Heat pooled in his belly at the thought of her naked, waiting on him to see to her pleasure. Her hands and feet would be tied to the bed so that she couldn’t interfere with how he took care of her. She would be moaning, begging him to let her suck his cock. Her pink tongue would flick out and moisten her plump lips in anticipation.

  “Please, Steve. Let me taste you.”

  He squeezed his dick harder as he jerked his hand up and down the length of it. He could feel his balls drawing tighter as little sparks of electricity gathered at the base of his spine. When he imagined straddling Stacey’s body and settling his cock against her moist lips, he groaned. Her mouth would be so wet, so hot. He’d never last.

  Steve reached between his legs and squeezed his balls, pulling down on them to prolong the wait. He wasn’t ready yet to let go. He wanted this to last. It needed to last so that he could make it through the night.

  His imagination played with him. He could almost feel the moment her hot, wet mouth closed over his aching cock. She’d suck just the head and then pull back to lick around the crown. His toes curled against the ceramic tile of the shower floor. She would lick all along the thick stalk before taking him deep inside of her mouth once again. He gritted his teeth as he remembered how it felt to be balls deep down her throat when she swallowed around him.

  Faster and faster he tugged on the beast that was all but controlling him. His climax was only a few seconds away as he roughly massaged his balls in hopes of gaining even a breath of time before he lost it all once again.

  “Fuck!”

  Lightning struck at the base of his spine, sending shards of plea
sure across his balls so that they exploded. His release churned up his cock and erupted in long, thick ribbons of cum that coated his hand and splashed against the tiles. The muscles in his ass and thighs squeezed to the point of pain as he roared out his release. It felt as if he’d been turned inside out, leaving him gasping and barely standing with his hands against the cold wet tile.

  Minutes later, Steve rinsed off and nearly stumbled out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he half-assed dried off before shuffling into the bedroom and collapsing on top of the comforter despite still being damp. He didn’t have the energy to move or even think right then, which suited him fine. He needed sleep more than he needed anything else. No, he needed Stacey more than he needed his next breath, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon if at all.

  Chapter Three

  Ben threw back the covers Sunday morning after spending yet another sleepless night of tossing and turning. He was seriously thinking about going to see Dr. Greer about something for sleep. He had animals to tend to and being tired and frustrated wasn’t safe for them or him. That damn cow the day before had quickly driven that point home.

  He was surprised to see his brother already in the kitchen when he walked in the room. Usually Steve slept in on Sundays, especially after spending a night at the club. Of course, he didn’t have Stacey to play with anymore, so maybe he wasn’t as tired as he normally would have been. Ben couldn’t help but find a tiny bit of pleasure in knowing his stubborn brother was in just as much pain as he was.

  “You’re up early,” he said.

  “Thinking about going in to the store and doing some work. Wouldn’t hurt to get a head start on getting things ready for Christmas.”

  Ben winced. “Need some help moving things around?” As much as he didn’t want to be around his brother right now, he always helped him with the heavy stuff.