Bound to Them (16 page)

She hadn’t mentioned them, although she had to have seen
them. He watched her carefully as she studied the cuffs. There was a bit of
trepidation in her gaze, but only a touch. If she started showing more fear
than arousal he would stop this immediately.

“Left hand,” he ordered.

She hesitated then handed him her hand. He clipped the
handcuff around her slim wrist, moving slowly, letting her feel the cuff being
tightened.

Her eyes flashed.

“Right hand.”

This time she moved immediately.

He did the same to her other wrist.

“Good girl.” He ran his hand over her shoulders and, leaning
down, kissed her. He chased her tongue with his, playing with it, teasing her
until her tension eased.

“Now let’s turn you around and show Master Nash what a
pretty picture you make, all bound and ready for our touch.”

Quinn grasped her around the waist and, lifting her, twirled
her around, bringing her back against his chest so she leaned against him.

He stared over her shoulder at Nash, who stood a few feet
away, his gaze riveted on the woman before him.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Quinn prompted, feeling the way she
stiffened as the silence grew.

“So gorgeous I lost my voice for a while there. Darlin’, you
are a dream come true.”

Nash moved forward and cupped her cheek, and kissed her. He
then turned to Quinn, who nipped at Nash’s mouth before plunging his tongue
deep. Nash thrust his tongue against Quinn’s, driving him back, pushing his way
into Quinn’s mouth.

“I was allowed to stare this time, right?” a breathless
voice asked from between them as they pulled apart, breathing heavily.

Quinn chuckled and, leaning down, bit the skin where her
neck and shoulder met. Crista arched back against him, groaning.

“Yes, minx, you could stare. Now watch that mouth or Master
Nash and I won’t play with these.”

He cupped her breasts, keeping his thumbs gentle as he ran
them over her nipples.

“Sorry, Sir. Won’t happen again.”

Nash clicked his tongue. “Now, now, darlin’, don’t ever make
promises you can’t keep. Now I have something that I think will steal your
voice.”

He held up two small objects.

“What are they, Sir?”

“Nipple clamps.”

Crista stared with trepidation at the nipple clamps. They
weren’t how she’d imagined they’d look. These seemed almost delicate and very
feminine. A pretty silver chain connected them. She’d thought they’d be big and
cold-looking with large screws at the end.

“They’re pretty.”

Nash smiled. “Thought you’d like them, sugar. These are
tweezer clamps. They’re good for beginners.”

Quinn held up her breasts, pinching her nipples. Nash leaned
down, surrounding her pink bud with his mouth, licking, teasing, biting,
sucking until she could barely stand, her knees buckling with pleasure.

He kept his arms tight around her waist, helping to steady
her. As Nash drew back, she glanced down. Her nipple was caught but not
painfully so.

“Hold still, sugar,” he said. “I’m going to adjust this
little ring to make it more intense.”

Pressure tightened around her nipple until she was very
aware of her breasts.

They moved to her other breast. She trembled as Nash
tightened the clamp on her nipple, her thighs coated in her dew.

“Please, please, please,” she begged.

“Please what?” Quinn asked.

“Please let me come, Sir.”

“Soon, Crista, soon,” he told her. She groaned. “You mustn’t
come until we tell you.”

Quinn picked her up, placing her on the bed. He raised her
handcuffed hands above her head and tied a rope around them, effectively tying
her to the bed.

She lay bound. Clamped. Spread.

And so turned-on she worried she’d come at the slightest
touch.

Nash lay beside her and took her mouth in a deep kiss. He
drank from her, nearly overwhelming her in pleasure as his tongue played with
hers, exploring her mouth. He kissed along her cheek to her ear. “You are so
beautiful,” he whispered.

She flushed. No matter how many times they told her that, it
still sent a thrill through her. Didn’t matter if it was true or not.

They made her feel beautiful.

Quinn knelt at the base of the bed, his gaze set on her pussy.
Then he lifted her spread legs and set them over his head as he bent, spreading
the lips of her pussy.

Nash kissed down her neck as she squirmed, partly in
embarrassment, partly in pure need.

“Such a pretty, pretty pussy,” Quinn murmured, running a finger
up and down her folds, spreading them, flicking lightly at her clit before he
moved his finger lower to circle her entrance.

She whimpered. A sound filled with pure need.

Quinn pushed his finger forward, entering her.

Better. But nowhere near enough.

“More, please, more,” she panted.

“More what?” Nash asked as Quinn bent and lapped at her
clit—small licks of his tongue on her swollen nub.

“I need one of you inside me, please, Sir.”

Quinn slid another finger inside her, just resting them in
her heat, not moving. Crista attempted to thrust her hips to gain some
friction.

Quinn drew back, frowning. “Lie still.”

“I can’t,” she wailed.

“You can. Lie still or I’ll stop, flip you over and spank
you.”

She clamped down on his fingers, a rush of pleasure flooding
her at the thought.

“Oh, and did I mention I wouldn’t let you come?” Quinn said
evilly.

Crista shook her head. Not fair. So not fair.

“I’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good, what?” Nash asked as he pulled the chain he
had attached to the nipple clamps.

Crista screamed, spikes of pleasure racing over her body.

Panting, she tried to answer him but could barely get her
brain to think.

“I-I’ll be g-good, Sir,” she managed.

Quinn continued to torture her pussy, tapping her clit and
moving his fingers, tickling that spot within her. Spots danced in front of her
eyes as sparks shot from the pads of her feet, up her legs to dance through her
womb.

Her raw cries filled the room.

“Get ready, sugar,” Nash whispered. “Now come!” he ordered.

Crista screamed as Nash pulled the chain swinging between
her breasts at the same time Quinn plunged his fingers deep. Waves of arousal
crashed into her, slamming through her as she arched, unable to keep still in
the face of such an onslaught.

“Brace yourself, darlin’.”

The words barely registered. Pain lashed through her as Nash
released the clip on one breast. Immediately a warm mouth sucked her nipple,
soothing the pain away.

He released the other clamp. More pain. Another mouth
surrounding an abused nipple.

Crista opened her eyes, gulping in air. She felt as though
she’d run a marathon.

Nash reached up and released her hands. The men quickly
rubbed her arms and wrists.

Crista gave a large sigh and smiled up at them.

“That was amazing, Sirs,” she said dreamily.

“It’s not over yet, darlin’,” Nash replied before leaning
over her body to kiss Quinn.

Ahh, watching the two men she loved making out was heaven.
Crista stiffened. Love? Where had that come from? She couldn’t love them. She
barely knew them. There was no way she could love them. Well, even if she did
there was no way she could let on.

Shoot. Drat. When had she fallen in love with them?

“All right, darlin’?” Nash asked.

Crista blinked, realizing they were both staring down at
her. She quickly schooled her face, hoping she hadn’t given her feelings away.
She couldn’t let on how she felt about them.

“Yeah, sorry. Please, keep going.”

Quinn raised his brow while Nash just snorted and, leaning
down, kissed the top of her breast as Quinn released her feet from the spreader
bar.

“May I touch you, Sir?” she asked Nash.

His gaze warmed. “You can, darlin’. Unless we tell you
otherwise, you can touch either of us anytime.”

She ran her hand over his firm chest, loving the way he took
a deep, shuddering breath.

Quinn knelt behind him and, reaching out, pinched the other
man’s nipples. Nash groaned as Quinn bit down on his shoulder. Nash’s face
reflected his utter pleasure in the act.

Crista lowered her hand to his shaft, pumping him, running
her hand up and down his thick cock.

Nash was close to completion. Just the feel of Quinn’s body
behind his and Crista’s tiny hand around his dick had him struggling to hold
himself back, to find some semblance of control.

“Lie back, darlin’. Spread your legs. Touch yourself because
as soon as I enter that hot pussy I’m going to come,” he ordered.

Crista’s cheeks grew crimson as her eyes widened. She didn’t
move.

“You were given an order, Crista.” Quinn’s voice was silky
smooth. Her gaze flitted between the two of them. Whatever she saw in their
faces must have convinced her they were serious.

Lying back, she opened her legs.

Quinn rubbed his dick between Nash’s butt cheeks. Nash let
out a shuddering breath.

“Part your folds with one hand.” Nash groaned as Quinn
covered Nash’s cock in a condom very, very slowly. “Shoot, Quinn, are you
trying to make me blow?”

Quinn just chuckled. “Run your finger around your clit,
Crista,” Quinn said. “That’s right, just like that, sweetheart.”

She relaxed at his words, moving her finger faster, arousal
overcoming her embarrassment. Quinn let Nash go and leaned over to grab the
lube. Nash situated himself between Crista’s legs, watching with fascination as
she played with herself.

“Sugar, you look good enough to eat. If I wasn’t so eager to
lose myself in that pussy, I would lap you up.”

Her chest rose and fell sharply. He brushed her fingers
aside and, grasping his cock, aimed and thrust deep.

Heaven.

“Lie still,” Quinn growled from behind Nash before parting
his ass cheeks and pushing a finger inside him.

“Don’t tease, Quinn. Just do it, damn you.”

“I’m preparing you.”

“I don’t need it.” He didn’t. But he knew Quinn would pay
him no mind. And sure enough, Quinn thrust another finger in to join the first,
scissoring them, widening him.

Nash’s balls were on fire by the time Quinn pushed his cock
inside Nash’s ass. His dick throbbed torturously.

“Now move,” Quinn groaned.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He drew back as Quinn did,
then drove forward, groaning loudly. “Touch yourself again, darlin’, you’re coming
with us. I can’t hold back.”

His whole body screamed at him to let go, to give in.
Quinn’s cock in his ass just added to the ecstasy as he drove himself over and
over into Crista’s warmth. She shook beneath him, her breath coming faster, and
he knew she was close.

“Now, darlin’,” he yelled as bursts of release shuddered
through his body and out his cock, driving into her sweetness.

He looked down at Crista, who sighed and pulsed around him
in pleasure. Behind him, Quinn thrust, pushing himself deep, and Nash closed
his eyes, savoring the feeling. Then Quinn let out a long sigh and stilled, his
dick still inside Nash as he took long, deep breaths.

Quinn moved back, making Nash groan as he left him. Nash
pulled out of Crista and climbed off the bed, then went into the bathroom to
clean himself off. He frowned as he tore off the condom.

Goddamn it. The condom had split.

Well, at least she was on the Pill. There was little chance
of her getting pregnant.

He tried to ignore the small pang of regret he felt. Because
he really liked the idea of her pregnant with his baby.

* * * * *

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Nash glanced up at Quinn’s words. He’d been so deep in his
own thoughts he hadn’t even heard the bedroom door open. He glanced behind
Quinn.

“She’s still asleep,” Quinn said gruffly, easily
interpreting Nash’s thoughts. “Think we wore her out.”

Nash shook his head. He glanced down at his now warm beer.
He didn’t really feel like it, but he’d been unable to sleep.

Crista had practically collapsed in their arms. They’d
snuggled into her as she slept, but Nash’s mind hadn’t allowed him any rest.

“Well?” Quinn asked as he sat across from him

“Condom broke.”

He raised his gaze at the extended silence. Quinn stared at
him, his face displaying no expression.

Well, that wasn’t good.

“Quinn?” he prompted, wondering why that had upset him so
much. Quinn only got that blank look when he wanted to hide some extreme
feeling.

“I’ll leave. If she’s pregnant then you’ll want a normal
family. I’ll pack up my bags and go now.” Quinn rose.

Nash sighed. “Sit down, shut up and listen.” His hard words
seemed to shock Quinn out of his head as he sat down immediately.

“You know, you have a really bad tendency to jump to
conclusions. You just react without thinking.”

Nash rubbed his forehead.

“But if she’s pregnant—” Quinn began.

“If she’s pregnant—and that’s a big if considering she’s on
the Pill—we will stick together and work out what we are going to do. You can’t
just run off at the first hurdle thrown our way, Quinn. Or am I not important
enough for you to stick around during the tough times as well as the good?”

Quinn’s head slammed back with shock. “Of course you are. I
just—”

“What?” Nash snapped. “Wanted to play the martyr? Well,
don’t. The role doesn’t suit you and I need you here, supporting me. Not
running away because you think it’s the right thing to do. It isn’t. I am not
expendable, do you understand? I want you forever, not until things get too
difficult. And I thought you finally felt the same way. Obviously I was wrong.”

Nash stood to storm past. Quinn stepped up in front of him,
blocking his way. Nash growled.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, all right? I’m a fool. And you are
not expendable. Don’t you know leaving you would rip my heart out? I love you.
You’re right. I’m like a bull—I storm around without noticing all the damage I
do. Usually Joe smooths over my edges, but without him around…” His voice
trailed off.

“I am not living with your twin brother just so he can
mediate between us.” Nash’s lips twitched.

Quinn’s face lightened. “You sure? He’s real good at it.”

“Come here, you big bastard,” Nash said with a groan,
kissing him.

Leaning back, he clasped Quinn’s face between his hands,
feeling the roughness of a few days’ growth against his palms.

“I love you. You love me. Unless those feelings change,
we’re stuck with each other. Got it? We’ll fight, argue and then we’ll make up.
That’s just who we are. But no matter what, we stick it out.”

Quinn nodded. Nash kissed him again.

“Jeez, you two have some energy. You didn’t have to come out
here though,” Crista said sleepily.

Both men drew apart to look at her.

“Come here, darlin’.” Nash held his hand out to her, palm
up. She frowned at him, her gaze darting between the two of them as she
obediently stepped forward and grasped his hand with her cold one.

“You’re freezing,” he scolded, sitting and drawing her down
onto his lap.

“I’ll grab a blanket,” Quinn said, turning to go back into
the bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Nash looked down at her in surprise. “For what?”

“For interrupting. I should have just stayed in the
bedroom.”

“Hey.” He raised her face so he could stare into her eyes.
“You are never interrupting. You can seek us out anytime, understand? I was
just telling Quinn he has the bad habit of acting without thinking.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’ve noticed that.”

“Hey, what is this? Pick on Quinn day?” Quinn joked as he
entered the room, a fluffy blanket in his hands. He tucked it around Crista.

Crista giggled and relaxed. Nash smiled his thanks at Quinn.

“You are a little, umm…”

“Abrasive? Abrupt? Always jumping to conclusions? Bull in a
china shop?” Nash supplied with a large grin.

Quinn growled but Nash could see the humor in his eyes.
Crista obviously could too as she just laughed.

“I told you, Joe got all the smooth manners and charm, I was
left a bit rough ’round the edges. Something you two obviously find
attractive.”

“Ahh, the arrogance has returned. And you cannot live with
your twin forever, so maybe you want to learn some of those manners.”

“Twin?” Crista asked.

“Nah, I’ve got you now. You’ve got even more smooth charm
than Joe has,” Quinn replied before looking at Crista. “I have a twin brother,
Joe.”

“Who is, luckily, nothing like Quinn, even though they look
alike.”

“I knew you had brothers, but I didn’t realize you had a
twin.”

“Yep. Luke’s my oldest brother. Kayla’s our only sister, the
baby of the family. And I have another older brother, Jed. He’s overseas on
deployment at the moment. ”

“Your poor sister, having to deal with four overprotective
brothers all her life.”

Quinn frowned. “Yeah, well, she’s got her husband Cord to
look after her now.”

“Cord and I were in the same unit together,” Nash told her.
“I met Quinn when Cord asked me for some help when some bastards were
terrorizing Kayla.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yes,” Nash replied. “So now that Kayla has Cord to take
care of her, does that mean you’re going to ease back on the protectiveness?”
he asked Quinn.

“Of course not, she’s still my sister.” Quinn looked
affronted by the idea.

“See what I mean?” Nash looked down at Crista, grinning.
“Kayla’s screwed. Four older brothers and an overprotective husband. The girl’s
lucky she’s allowed to leave the house without an escort.”

Quinn shook his head. “We’re not that bad.”

“Maybe Joe and Luke aren’t. But if you had your way she’d
have been locked in a convent until she was forty.”

“Damn straight. She’s my baby sister. No one’s good enough
for her.”

“I see what you mean.” Crista smiled up at Nash.

He winked down at her. “It’s a wonder she hasn’t killed him.
I think that’s why he still lives with his brother. Joe protects him from
Kayla’s wrath.”

Quinn sighed. “It was easier just to live with Joe after…”

“After what?” Crista prompted.

Quinn fell silent. Nash sat back and cuddled Crista in
close. He rested his feet on the coffee table, settling them both in.

“After what, Quinn?” she asked.

“After I broke up with Caroline.” Quinn closed his eyes
briefly then reopened them, staring at them both. His amber-colored eyes
appeared reflective and slightly sad.

Crista stirred. Nash helped her stand, giving her a smile of
encouragement as she stepped over to Quinn and settled herself on his lap,
ignoring his surprised look.

Quinn pulled her in close. Crista was working her way into
Quinn’s heart. Nash hadn’t thought it possible to love someone as much as he
loved Quinn. Hadn’t realized there would be room in his heart for two people.
But he knew he didn’t want to be without either of them.

Only problem was, how would Crista react to the idea of
making this permanent? How would Quinn? He’d made a huge step in admitting his
feelings for Nash; could he handle a permanent ménage?

Crista was such an innocent and this had all happened so
quickly. Would she believe he had already fallen in love with her? Or would she
run scared? Could she handle more? He’d love to take her to Sinfully Yours and
show her off.

Nash wasn’t really into pain—he preferred bondage and
submission. But the idea of tying her to a St. Andrew’s Cross and watching
Quinn flog her until her skin glowed made him decidedly hot.

“Tell me about her?” Crista spoke quietly. Nash looked over
at Quinn, saw the way he glanced down at Crista and knew he didn’t have to
worry about the other man’s feelings.

Quinn loved her.

Damn, he loved her. Quinn gazed down at the small bundle of
woman in his arms and knew his feelings for her were very real. Didn’t matter
that they hadn’t known each for long. He loved her.