Love's Tender Bond [Bonding Camp 6] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) (9 page)

His smile was genuine, lighting up his face. “I’m glad to hear that because I believe Rodgers—I mean ‘Sam’—is in love with you, too.”

Missy swallowed, her heart thumping hard. “You think so?”

He nodded. “I’m pretty sure. We had a talk earlier and it sure seemed like he was considering something about you that was very important.” Justice took the glass from her and set it down on the glass-topped table in front of them. Then he cupped her cheek, turning her head toward him. “This is a conversation you really should be having with Sam, not me.”

“I’m scared.”

“There’s no reason to be scared. He cares for you. I know it. You can tell by the way he looks at you. But I think he may have some questions about where your relationship is going.” He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, reached for her glass, filled it, and handed it back to her, then rose from the couch. “Drink that. I’m calling Sam. I don’t like you being all nervous and scared. Let’s get this out in the open.” He moved to the phone that sat on another table and picked up the receiver. “Wait, I should have asked, do you mind me calling him? I can leave once he gets here if you like.”

“No,” she said, warmth flooding her face. “I’d like you to stay.”

He smiled and nodded, then dialed the phone.

Fifteen minutes later, Missy had finished her drink and jumped when a knock on the door startled her.

Justice crossed to the door, opening it, and stood to the side allowing Sam to enter. Missy met Sam’s clear blue gaze. He smiled and moved straight to the couch, leaned down, and kissed her tenderly.

“Hello,” he said softly.

“Sit down, Sam,” Justice said. “Missy has something she’d like to tell you.”

Sam glanced at Justice, then took a seat beside Missy. “Is something wrong?”

Justice sat down on the other side of her and patted her leg. “Go on. It will be easier than you think.”

Missy cleared her throat and turned slightly toward Sam. “I, um, I’ve been thinking…” She drew in a slow breath, steeling herself. Looking into his eyes, seeing the serious expression on his face, made her realize he was concerned about what she had to say. She’d better get it over with. This wasn’t how she pictured this happening, but she had to get it out. “Sam, I love you.” She blinked, her heart skipping a beat.

Sam gazed at her, unmoving.

Missy swallowed, a lump beginning to form in her throat. “Did you hear what I said?”

In one quick move, Sam captured her face in his hands and kissed her, hard and deep. She melted beneath his touch, moaning into his mouth.

Pulling away and looking into her eyes, Sam smiled. “I heard you, loud and clear. I love you, too, Missy. I don’t know why it took me this long to realize it, but I love you and I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

Missy wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him to her. “Then love me, right here, right now.” The heat inside her kicked up to a raging fire. He loved her and she wanted him right now.

“Maybe I should leave you two alone,” Justice said from behind her.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Should he leave? Or should we both show you how much you are loved?”

Justice ran a warm hand down her back. “All of us love you, Missy, that’s true.”

“But I love you most of all,” Sam said, kissing the tip of her nose. “It’s your decision. One of us, or both.”

Missy felt wrapped in a sense of belonging, her life finally taking on meaning. Sam was her main love, but the love of all of the members of her little family here at the compound meant so much to her. “Both,” she whispered, her nerve endings beginning to snap with lust.

In a flurry of movement, the three of them shed their clothes. With soft touches, the two men bought Missy’s body to full sexual awakening. Sam moved to sit on the couch, scooting down until his ass was at the edge of the cushion, then pulled Missy on top of him, impaling her on his thick cock with one swift movement.

Missy groaned, looking him directly in the eye as she clenched her pussy around his hot shaft. She felt Justice move in behind her and shuddered when she felt him slather cool gel between the cheeks of her ass. Then Justice pressed his way into her anus, slowly stretching her.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes not leaving Sam’s. His nostrils flared, his fingers toying with her tight nipples. “Feel good, baby?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Oh yeah,” she breathed.

“It’s only gonna get better,” Sam said. “God, I love you.”

Then they began to move, the two men finding a rhythm, her body reacting with flowing juices to lubricate the two cocks fucking her so deeply in her cunt and her ass. Missy dropped her head, breathing through parted lips, as the tension inside her began to build. Justice dug his fingers into her hips while Sam squeezed her breasts in his hands. It didn’t take long before all three of them groaned with sweet, blazing release.

Missy gulped, trying to find air, as her body shuddered with pleasure. “Oh, Sam,” she crooned, the orgasm slicing through her all the way to the bone. “I love you so much.”

Once they all caught their breath, Justice pulled from her ass, the friction sending a little shiver through her. “Geez, that was awesome,” Justice said, moving back to the bar to pour them a drink.

Sam clutched her to him in a hug, kissing her shoulder, then lifted her to the side, planting her on the couch beside him. “I don’t think it can get any better than this.”

Missy looked at his face, loving the flush she saw in his cheeks. No jealousy, no worries about another man taking her from behind while he fucked her in her pussy. His love showed in his eyes right now like a beacon, drawing her heart to him in a way no other man had. She scooted closer, resting her cheek on his shoulder, satisfaction making her feel warm and loved. She didn’t want this feeling to end. Looking up at Sam, she ran a finger over his bottom lip. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

He grinned down at her. “I’m so glad we finally found the bond between us. Loving you is something my life was missing. Now I’ve found you, I want to spend all my time giving you nothing but pleasure.”

Missy smiled, curling her body into him. The man she loved. Her Sam.

Chapter Eleven

Two weeks had passed since Missy had first told Sam she loved him and every day since then they seemed to grow even closer. She couldn’t believe her good fortune. Missy had always had a crush on him since she arrived here at the compound and she never thought in her wildest dreams that their relationship would blossom into something this rich. She was lucky and she knew it. Most people didn’t find a love this deep.

Even though they were still feeling each other out, getting to know each other on an intimate level when it came to thoughts and feelings, Missy had the desire for their relationship to be cemented in some way. What way, she wasn’t sure, but the closer they became, the more her heart yearned for something she couldn’t quite put a finger on.

Shaking her head as she entered the kitchen of the main house, she pushed those thoughts from her mind, determined to be happy in the moment and let the future take care of itself. “Hello, Rachel,” she said, seeing the housekeeper at the kitchen sink when she entered. “How was your vacation?” Missy crossed to the fridge and snagged a bottle of water before turning back to see the smile on Rachel’s face.

“Oh, it was so relaxing,” the other woman said, turning from the sink and drying her hands on a towel. “Joe and I had a really great time.”

“I’m glad. You and Joe deserve a little time to yourselves.” She opened the water bottle and took a long drink.

Sam came in through the door, his face flushed and sweat dewing his brow. “My two favorite women,” he said, moving to the fridge and pulling a bottle of water out for himself. He opened it and drank it down within seconds.

Missy shook her head. “Are you that dehydrated?” She gave Sam a frown, letting him know she thought he had been overdoing it lately.

He wiped his forearm across his brow. “Don’t start on me, woman. I’m just doing my job.”

“And how is your back today?” Missy raised an eyebrow and parked one hand on her hip. “Have you totally undone the work I put into it last night?” The night before Missy had insisted Sam join her in Solitude for some much-needed work on his back muscles. Of course, her hands on him, smearing lotion all over his hard muscles, had led to another bout of mind-blowing sex.

He made a face and groaned, putting a hand to his back. “Well, I had a great massage and then my masseuse decided to really limber me up by jumping my bones. My back is a little sore but I think I can handle it.” He gave her a wink. “Unless of course, you’d like to give me another massage tonight to make sure everything is healing up right.”

Missy laughed and slapped at him. “You goof. Meet me in Solitude around seven and I’ll do some more work on you.”

A grin spread on his lips. “I’ll see you then.” He tossed the empty bottle of water into the trash bin and left by the same door he had come in.

“You two sure act like an old married couple these days,” Rachel said, crossing her arms. “It’s refreshing to see both of you having fun with each other.”

Missy laughed. “Oh, I don’t know about being an old married couple, but we are becoming very devoted to pleasing each other.”

Rachel giggled and turned back to her dishes. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if sometime soon Sam asks you to make the whole thing legal.” She glanced over her shoulder. “That would be so awesome.”

Missy smiled back at her and put the top back on her water bottle. “We’ll see, Rachel. We’ll just have to see.”

At seven on the dot, Sam pushed through the door of Solitude and greeted Missy with a kiss. “How’s my baby?”

Missy felt heat rush through her body, a reaction that happened every time this man touched her. She loved it and she loved him. “I’m great. Now, get undressed and hop up on that table. I want to work on those muscles and make sure you don’t tighten up.”

“Bossy woman,” he joked, pulling his T-shirt over his head. A moment later, he was lying on his stomach on her massage table, his tight ass available for her perusal. “Ready.”

Missy smiled at him and draped a sheet over his nakedness. “Nice ass, but if I want to actually get some work done on you, I need to cover it up.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t realize this old ass could incite you to sexual advances.”

Missy slapped him across his butt. “That old ass is as cute as a button and very sexy. And stop saying you’re old. You’re not.”

He turned his head toward her, resting his cheek on his hands. “I’ve been worried you’d figure out someday that I’m too old for you.”

Missy pulled one of her lotions out of the warmer and squirted a line of it across his shoulders. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. Men my age do worry about things like that.”

“Well, you don’t have anything to worry about in that area. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and I don’t want to look any farther. I’m very satisfied with the man I have right now.” She shook her head, not sure where all of this talk was coming from. Why in the world would he feel insecure at this point?

“Okay, I’ll try not to worry.” He looked at her over his shoulder. “I guess I wouldn’t worry so much if I could put a ring on your finger.”

Missy’s hands came to a dead stop, as did her breath.
What did he just say?
Slowly, her hands came back to life, moving slickly over his left shoulder. “A ring, huh?” She tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice but she didn’t think she succeeded.

He laid his head down and slid his arms to his sides, closing his eyes. “Have you ever thought about it? Getting married, I mean?”

Missy sensed this conversation was moving toward something serious. She slid her hands down his back, moving over the chiseled muscles of his back. “Every woman thinks about it, yes.” She wasn’t sure exactly what she should say. He hadn’t proposed formally. Was he just feeling her out? Sam had said he’d never been married and now, at the age of forty-one, he was making comments to her about rings. Did he want to take their relationship to a deeper level and formalize it?

“If you would happen to get married, would you consider continuing joining in bonding sessions? Or would you rather be monogamous and only share yourself with your husband?” His voice was even and steady, the question seeming to mean something to him.

“Um, that would depend on who I was marrying and their thoughts about the whole thing.” He
was
feeling her out! “If the prospective husband agreed we could both participate in bonding sessions, then I wouldn’t have a problem with it. What about you?”

“I’m of the same mind. If we both agreed, I would go along with it.”

Silence followed his last statement. Missy wasn’t sure what to say at this point. Better to keep quiet and let him do the talking.

Sam grew quiet, his breathing becoming shallow.

Missy dipped down and looked at his face. Smiling, she realized he was asleep. The conversation obviously over, she relaxed a bit, letting her touch on his skin grow lighter.