Bound to Them (23 page)

“Oh,” she sobbed. She couldn’t believe how
she’d gotten things so wrong. “I’m so sorry. Sorry I ran away from you both. I
thought you didn’t want me. I thought if I left it would save us all an awkward
conversation. Can you forgive me?”

“Shh,” Nash soothed her. “’Course we can.
You won’t be doing it again. We talk through any issues. Communication, respect
and honesty, remember?”

She nodded.

“And besides,” Quinn whispered, “we’ll be
spanking you for it later.”

Just at that moment, Crista’s stomach bubbled.

“Oh no,” she cried. Slamming her hand over
her mouth, she shimmied out of Quinn’s hold and raced to the bathroom. She
threw herself onto her knees as she leaned over the bowl and emptied her belly.

Someone pulled back her hair, bodies
crowding close as a hand rubbed her back.

“Leave me, please,” she sobbed. This was
totally humiliating.

“Shh, darlin’, we’re not going anywhere.”

They stayed, massaging her back, talking to
her soothingly until she’d finished. She leaned back onto her haunches. Quinn
passed her a glass of water.

“Help me up, please,” she said, exhausted.
“I want to brush my teeth.”

Nash helped her stand as Quinn got her
toothbrush and squirted some paste on it. Crista tiredly cleaned her teeth.

“All done?” Nash asked. She nodded.

“Good, you’re going to bed.” He scooped her
up and Crista felt too exhausted to protest.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were sick?”
Quinn growled as he pulled down the blankets. Nash set her on the bed then
reached for the top of her sweatpants.

Crista slapped at his hands. “I’m not going
to bed. I’m not sick.”

“Not sick?” Nash stared down at her
incredulously. “You just vomited for a solid ten minutes.”

Crista lay back with a sigh, rubbing at her
temples. This was not how she’d wanted to tell them, but…

“You love me?” she asked, opening her eyes
to stare up at them.

“Yes, we love you,” Nash said.

“Hell, yes,” Quinn agreed.

“And we’re really going to do this, a
threesome? Forever?”

“Yes, damn it, forever,” Quinn growled.
“You’ll marry one of us legally, but you’ll be forever tied to the two of us.
Our wife.”

“And children?” she asked with trepidation.

Nash’s gaze softened. “Is that what you’re
worrying about? Sugar, of course we’d like children, but that’s a decision the
three of us can make at a later date, when you’re ready.”

She cleared her throat. “What if— What if
I’m ready now?”

Quinn raised both his brows. “You want to
make a child now?”

“No. We’ve already made one.”

Both men stilled, gaping down at her. They
went pale. It would have been funny had she not been anxiously waiting for
their reply. They sat on the bed, one on either side of her, and stared at her
stomach. She rested her hand over her belly protectively.

“You’re pregnant?” Quinn asked. “Even
though you were on the Pill?”

“Ahh, yeah, about that. Well, I was. I
just, umm, missed a couple.”

“When did you realize you were pregnant?”
Nash asked.

“Once I got home and couldn’t stop throwing
up,” she said. “I haven’t taken a test yet, but this doesn’t feel like a tummy
bug.”

Nash placed a hand on her shoulder,
stilling her. “It’s okay, darlin’. We believe you.”

They still looked shocked.

There was more to come.

“The thing is. I’m not sure who the father
is. I mean, we can do a DNA test to find out—”

Quinn placed his hand over her mouth.
“Doesn’t matter who the father is, baby. Not biologically, anyway. We’ll both
be the fathers. We’ll both take care of you and the baby.”

Tears filled her eyes. “Really?”

“Really,” Nash answered her.

Then they were pulling her between them,
hugging her, rocking her.

She laughed, pulling back and wiping tears
from her eyes. “Sorry, these are happy tears. Do you think it’s too early for
pregnancy hormones?”

Nash smiled and wiped her cheeks. “I don’t
know, darlin’. I don’t know anything about babies.” He shot Quinn a worried
gaze. “Do you know anything about babies?”

Quinn shook his head, looking panicked.

“We’re going to need books. We need to do
research. Rest, you should have rest.” Quinn spoke quickly. “Here, lie down.”

Crista shook her head. “Quinn, I feel fine
now. Not sick at all. Although if you wanted to, you could join me in bed.”

Quinn looked at her with horror. “And risk
hurting the baby? Are you crazy? No sex until the baby is born.”

Both Crista and Nash stared at him in
shock. “Are you crazy?” she asked.

Quinn closed his eyes and took a deep
breath. “Maybe. Probably. More than likely. I just love you both so much. I
never thought I’d have two people in my life and now a baby.”

He opened his eyes and shook his head. “I
feel like the luckiest guy in the world. And I promise to do my best never to
hurt either of you.”

Crista pulled both men close, holding them
tight.

“You look gorgeous.” Crista looked up as
her new sister-in-law stepped into the bedroom. “Although I can’t believe
you’re going to spend your wedding night at a kink club.”

Crista smiled and looked at herself in the
mirror. She smoothed her hands over her loose dress, which had a low-cut top
and thin spaghetti straps. It ended at mid-thigh, far shorter than she’d
usually wear, but with the heels, her legs actually looked quite long.

She couldn’t believe this was her wedding
night. That she’d married the men of her dreams. She turned to look at Kayla.
Crista had been shy when she’d first met her, intimidated by how gorgeous and
together the other woman seemed to be.

But Kayla soon put her at ease. She had a
wicked sense of humor, which she generously used on her brothers, Nash and even
her scary husband.

“I can’t think of any other way I’d want to
spend my wedding night.”

Kayla just looked at her thoughtfully.
“Maybe I should get Cord to take me to this BDSM club. Sounds like it could be
fun.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Quinn barked
at his sister as he walked into the room, frowning. His gaze instantly hit
Crista and heated. “Damn, baby, you look hot. Sure I can’t convince you to just
stay here?”

Crista shook her head. “Nope.”

“Why can’t I go?” Kayla pouted. “I’d even
let Cord spank me so we wouldn’t look out of place.”

“
Let
me spank you?” Cord asked
silkily from the doorway.

Crista immediately tensed. She didn’t know
why but she couldn’t seem to relax as much around Kayla’s husband as she did
around Quinn’s brothers. There was just something so dangerous about him. She’d
been there for two weeks now, she should have been over this. It was ridiculous.
He’d never been anything but nice to her.

Even now he smiled over at her gently as he
pulled his wife against him, her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around
her.

“Oh, you would most definitely be getting
spanked, wife,” he murmured.

Quinn frowned at them. “I shouldn’t have to
hear this. And you,” he pointed at his sister, “are not going anywhere near
that club. You’d be the brattiest sub ever. I don’t want to watch Cord whaling
on your ass, not that you don’t need it.”

Kayla stuck out her tongue at her older
brother as Crista giggled.

Quinn turned to look at her. “Think that’s
funny, do you, sub?”

She nodded.

“Well, we’ll just see how funny you find it
later,” he said ominously.

“Ooh, promises, promises.”

* * * * *

Nash pulled up outside a gorgeous old
mansion. Quinn climbed out and helped Crista from the back of the car as she
stared up at the building in awe.

“This is beautiful. Is this the club?”

“The club takes up the bottom floor.
Kincaid, the man who owns it, lives on the top two floors.”

“Wow.”

“Come on, Mrs. Taylor-Sinclair,” Nash said,
holding out his arm. “Let’s get you inside and out of the cold.”

It was quite mild outside but she didn’t
complain. They’d been this way since they’d found out about her pregnancy.
Overprotective almost to the point of stupidity. Especially Quinn—he’d actually
tried to tell her that she couldn’t climb any steps without them.

Any steps.

Anywhere.

Foolish man. A foolish, lovable man who was
now her husband. Legally, she and Quinn were married, but in their hearts the
three of them were fully committed to each other.

They’d stayed in Sacrifice for a couple of
weeks before coming to Seattle to visit with Quinn’s family and get married.
They’d decided to have two ceremonies, the legal one in Seattle and another in
Sacrifice, where the three of them could be more open about their relationship.

When both men told her that they wanted to
move to Sacrifice she’d protested. After all, Quinn had his family and business
here in Seattle. But truthfully she wasn’t much of a city girl. She’d have
moved for them but Sacrifice was home. And when Quinn and Nash had insisted
she’d given in. Quinn was keeping his share in the family business and his
brothers would hire someone to replace him.

He and Nash weren’t entirely sure what they
would do in Sacrifice, but they’d been talking about buying some land and
building a house. Crista didn’t mind if they wanted to become bums, as long as
she was with them.

Her breath caught as they stepped inside
the mansion. A huge staircase dominated the entrance, cream and gold filled her
vision.

Nash and Quinn seemed unaffected as they
guided her down the passage to a doorway. Stepping inside, they entered a large
room. Directly ahead of her was a bar where a bartender stood mixing drinks for
a number of people.

The people standing around were in varying
states of dress. Some, like her men, were dressed in shirts and pants, others
had bare chests, while others were completely naked. A tall, well-built woman
stood at the bar dressed in tight black pants and a sparkly top, while at her
feet knelt a completely naked man, a black collar around his neck.

She was talking to a shorter man of slim
build. He had on jeans and a tight t-shirt. Beside him stood another woman,
short and plump, her breasts nearly spilling out of her tight corset. Her skirt
was so short Crista knew that if she bent over everyone in the room would get a
glimpse of everything she had to offer.

There were a few tables and chairs
scattered about the room as well as some long, comfortable-looking couches.

“Want a drink, darlin’?” Nash asked,
turning to her. He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I guess I just expected more.”

“More?” Quinn queried, his voice slightly
tense. She looked up at him in concern. This was his first time not wearing a
mask and she wondered if she’d pushed him too quickly. His family had taken the
news of their relationship remarkably well. She couldn’t imagine that most
families would react so well to the news their brother was marrying not just
one person, but two.

“You okay?” she asked.

He let out a loud breath then nodded.
“Sorry, just need to relax a bit.”

“Why don’t we get a drink, then show Crista
around,” Nash suggested. “See if we can’t find some whips and chains to satisfy
her.”

* * * * *

“Good evening.”

Quinn looked up as Kincaid approached the
table where he sat with Nash and Crista. He stood and slapped Kincaid on the
back as he shook his hand. Nash rose and did the same while Crista looked on
with wide eyes.

“Crista, this is Kincaid St. James, the
owner of this place and an old friend. Kincaid, our wife, Crista,” Quinn
introduced her proudly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Have a seat, man. I
didn’t realize you were back.”

Quinn had invited him to their wedding.
After all, it was because of him that he’d finally wised up and gone after what
he truly wanted. But his assistant had told them that he was out of town.

“I just got back today. I wasn’t going to
come down tonight until I heard the three of you were here. I hear you got
married. Congratulations. My apologies for not being here to attend.”

Quinn smiled, relaxing. Bit by bit the
worry he’d felt about coming here had faded as he’d found himself caught up in
Crista’s enthusiasm. She’d asked about a hundred questions, bouncing around
excitedly and generally keeping him so aroused he thought he might burst.

And he’d found that he didn’t care who saw
him or what they thought. He loved Nash and Crista with all his heart. What
they thought was all that mattered. Even the opinion of his family didn’t
matter as much, not that they were worried about his lifestyle.

“So why aren’t you out playing with your
sub, gentlemen?” Kincaid asked.

“She’s pregnant,” Nash replied.

“Ahh.” Kincaid nodded understandingly.

“Pregnant, not an invalid,” Crista spoke
up, pouting slightly. “The doctor said I’m perfectly fine for some play as long
as it’s not too harsh.”

Quinn groaned. “I still can’t believe you
discussed this with your doctor.”

She turned to him, smiling sweetly. Brat.
“What? I wanted to check what we could and couldn’t do.”

“You discussed butt plugs and spankings and
nipple clamps with your doctor,” Nash said in a voice filled with horror.

Kincaid smiled.

“He’s a health professional. He can’t tell
anyone. Besides, he was very helpful,” she said with a sniff.

“Well, gentlemen, I can see you have your
hands full. I’m rather tired from my flight so I think I’ll retire. But you may
want to listen to your sub. Just this once. It was lovely to meet you, my dear.
And thank you.”

“For what?” Crista asked in surprise.

“For bringing happiness to these two.”

She smiled. “You’re welcome. And if you
ever want to come visit us in Sacrifice, you’re more than welcome.”

Quinn looked at her in surprise. Normally
it took Crista a while to warm to people, not that she was unfriendly, just shy.
And yet she’d just asked Kincaid—a Dom who scared most subs—to come visit?

Kincaid nodded. “I just might do that. Good
night.”

Quinn turned her to face him. “What was
that about?”

“What?” she asked.

“Inviting him to stay. You don’t even know
him.”

Crista stared after the other man. “He’s
your friend. Besides, he seems sad. If he came to stay I could find someone in
my group to introduce him to.”

Nash groaned. “No, no matchmaking.”

“But—”

“No,” Quinn said firmly, putting his foot
down.

Crista smirked. “And just how will you stop
me? It’s not like you’re going to spank me, after all.”

Quinn turned to look at Nash, who nodded.

Quinn flipped her over his lap and raised
her dress over her bottom. Good, no panties. She could follow some orders then.
Quinn smacked his hand on her bottom. Not too hard, just enough to catch her
attention.

“Hey!” she yelled. “I thought you weren’t
going to spank me while I’m pregnant.”

“I changed my mind. After all, your doctor
said spanking was okay as long as you were comfortable. Are you comfortable,
sweetheart?”

“No,” she grouched. He tipped her up.

“Then I suppose we’ll just have to find
somewhere more comfortable to do this, won’t we?”

“A spanking bench just became free,” Nash
said, his eyes glinting in anticipation.

“Sounds good to me.”

“No, wait.” She pulled at their hands.

Quinn glanced down at her with raised
brows. “Looks like our darling sub was deliberately baiting us because she
thought we wouldn’t retaliate.”

“I think she forgot who was in charge,”
Nash said.

Quinn nodded. “I think she needs a little
reminder.”

“Nothing like a sore bottom to remind a sub
to obey her Doms.”

As her men grabbed a hand each and led her
to a spanking bench, Crista let a small smile slip free. She was right where
she wanted to be.