Oak, Sophie - Siren in Waiting [Texas Sirens 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (37 page)

Aidan stopped and allowed Bo to walk into the barn on his own.

Bo placed her gently on the long cot Aidan affectionately referred to as the rack. He rolled her to her side. A deep sense of love rushed across him. He was getting used to the crazy lifestyle Beth wanted. “You comfortable?”

Her lips curled up. “As comfortable as I can be while tied up fifteen different ways. Kiss me and I’ll feel better.”

He could do that. He leaned over and kissed her, brushing his lips against hers, reveling in her softness. He let his hands find her breasts. “I think you’re beautiful like this. I’m beginning to understand why this lifestyle is so tempting. It’s the only time I get to be in charge of anything.”

He pulled the bag up and opened it, letting her see the anal plug and lube Trev had sent.

Beth groaned. “Seriously?”

“Maybe next time, you’ll mention someone’s trying to kill you.” Bo rolled her over and pushed her knees up. Trev knew what he was doing. She was perfectly placed for what Bo needed to do. He lubed up the plug and rolled the rope up so he could get to her asshole. “Damn, that is pretty.”

“I thought you didn’t like anal sex.”

Bo placed the plug’s tip to her anus. “I changed my mind. I want to fuck you every way I can. I want to try everything. I think I was hesitant before because I didn’t really love those other women. I want it all now. I want it because I can trust you. You won’t hold anything against me.”

“Never, Bo.” She groaned as he started to fuck her with the plug. “Oh, god. Oh. Oh. Oh.”

And Bo finally got what Leo had meant when he’d praised Trev for being a kind Master. The rope dress he’d made hit Beth’s clitoris any time Bo touched her backside. Plugging Beth was going to prove to be a very pleasurable punishment. Maybe Trev hadn’t meant for that to happen, but Bo doubted it. Trev wasn’t some sadist who only got pleasure from another’s pain. Trev was a Dom because he needed it. Because he was out of control without it.

Maybe Bo needed it, too. Aidan was wrong. He didn’t want to be someone’s sub. He didn’t want to be taken care of. But he did want this.

He pressed the plug in as Beth cried out. Her legs twitched, but there was nowhere for her to go. She was caught.

Bo let the rope slide back into place. “Can you do that on your own?”

She wiggled, and the glaze that came across her eyes told Bo yes. “Do you think Trev knows?”

“I think he knows. Now behave. I’ll see if I can’t get Trev to relax your punishment a little.” He’d like to have her on his lap while he watched the game. He and Trev could pass her back and forth.

The door to the barn came open, and Lexi O’Malley entered, her hands full of her laptop and a glass with a straw. Beth gasped.

“Aidan told me what was happening. Oh, he tied that really well. Aidan’s not so good with Shibari. I bet that knot feels really good.”

Beth’s whole skin flushed.

“Do you want a blanket?” Trev hadn’t given him specific instructions.

Lexi looked between Bo and Beth. “Oh, she’s worried about being naked? Seriously? I could get naked, too. And I bet she got plugged. Yeah, I’m not going to join in on that one. I get that enough on my own, but I thought, while you’re all tied up and stuff, we could work. I need to brainstorm the end game of this book.”

Beth’s eyes swung up at Bo.

“Your punishment is complete, baby.” Bo couldn’t help but smile as he stepped away.

Lexi was already talking about external plots and wrapping up something with secondary characters as Bo stepped outside. He could still hear Lexi talking.

It wasn’t the same place. It wasn’t the home where his father had pulled a gun on him and let fate make the decision whether he lived or died. Everything had changed. His father was dead. Time had moved on. He’d survived, and his father hadn’t managed to force him and his brother to hate each other.

He was alive, and he was in love.

Bo stepped toward the house. For the first time in years, there was nothing in his heart but hope.

* * * *

“So you called Ben and Chase last night?” Trev asked the question, hating the look in Leo’s eyes. Despite the fact that Leo’s face was perfectly placid, there was no way to mistake the hollow look in Leo’s eyes. What had his sister said to put that look on his mentor’s face?

“Yes, I called them last night after our unfortunate incarceration.” Leo leaned against the front porch railing. “Chase sent me a little report this morning. I can give it to you. Bryce’s financials are interesting in that they show a very middle-income man. Yet he paid cash for his Escalade. That car was eighty thousand dollars. Now, Shelley’s financials are a little different.”

“You ran my sister’s financials?” Trev hadn’t expected that.

Leo’s eyes went cold. “Your sister has an account in the Caymans. Chase can’t crack into it. Do you know what kind of security Chase can’t crack? He’s wanted by several foreign governments for hacking. The only reason the US hasn’t arrested him is his work with the CIA.”

Chase Michaels, along with his twin brother Ben, was The Club’s resident private investigator. The two Doms were known for being able to ferret out information that no one else could find. “Why would my sister have a Cayman account?”

“Because she’s laundering his money.”

What the hell was going on? Trev simply couldn’t believe his sister would do anything illegal. “He’s a real estate agent. Why the hell does he have dirty money?”

Leo shrugged. “No idea. It could come from any number of things. He could be embezzling. He could be evading taxes. I don’t know. Here’s what I do know. Bryce has spent a lot of time travelling. I just asked Shelley about his travel habits. She claims to only know about some trips to Austin for conferences and training seminars. Either she doesn’t know or she’s not willing to tell me the truth. According to his flight records, he’s been to Washington D.C. and Mexico City. We can’t track him once he hits Mexico City. He could have gotten anywhere from there. His passport doesn’t show anything beyond Mexico, but he was gone for weeks at a time.”

“How is Shelley involved?” What had his sister been through with this guy? And what was Bryce’s angle?

The stony expression was back. “I don’t know. She claims she doesn’t know about any of it. I’ve been told in no uncertain terms to stay out of her business. I’m headed back to Dallas. She doesn’t want me here. If you need anything, call me. Ben and Chase are continuing to look into it.”

Trev put a hand out. “Let me talk to her.”

“No. She’s made it plain that she’s happy where she is. She doesn’t want to be rescued. For all I know, she’s perfectly happy with whatever her husband’s doing. So I’m going to leave and stop fucking up her perfect life.”

“Leo, I don’t know what’s happening with her, but that doesn’t sound like my sister. If she’s involved in something bad, she has a good reason for it. If she just said something terrible to you, it’s probably because she’s trying to protect you.”

The little laugh that came out of Leo’s mouth didn’t hold an ounce of humor. “And that’s even worse. Look, I haven’t slept with your sister. I haven’t touched her. She’s married. I have a lamentable habit of falling for women who are, shall we say, unobtainable. I’m not really in love with your sister. I’m interested in her because she’s lovely, submissive, and attached to another male. I can at least be honest with myself about my own flaws. I need to spend some time figuring out what I want. I can’t do that here.”

Trev’s heart ached for both of them. “I’ll take care of her.”

“According to her, she doesn’t need any help. At least she probably won’t threaten her own brother with a restraining order. Bring Bo and Beth to The Club. I would love to see you. And call me. I expect to talk at least once a day for the first few weeks. Just because your sister hates me doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

Leo turned and stalked off, his keys in hand. It wasn’t more than a minute before his Jeep was flying down the road.

“Is he gone?” His sister’s voice sounded small and fragile.

Trev turned, ready to give his sister a piece of his mind. All thoughts of yelling at her fled when he saw the way her mascara had run down her face. His sister was always perfect. Since the day she’d discovered makeup and boys, she’d presented a perfect façade. It was gone now, and he could see the girl she’d been. He cursed and pulled her into his arms, wrapping his sister in a bear hug. “What are you doing, Shell?”

Her head moved against his chest. “I don’t know anymore.”

He held her for a moment, allowing her to cry, trying to be the solid rock he should have been all these years. Shelley had been on her own for far too long, and that was his fault. “Why did you marry him?”

She pulled away, wiping her eyes with her hands. “I can’t tell you that. Just know that you’re not the only one who can screw up in a really huge way. Um, I had to marry Bryce, or he would have sent me to jail. Don’t ask me. I’m not going to bring anyone else into this. Just know that Bryce didn’t have anything to do with what I did. He didn’t force me to commit a crime. He just used it to his advantage.”

And Bryce would pay for that. Trev decided not to push his sister on her secret. He could figure it out. She could go on believing no one knew, but he would find out and protect her. “What’s your husband into?”

Her fists clenched at her sides. “I don’t know. I think it’s something bad. He doesn’t talk to me, you know. Look, at first, it wasn’t so bad. It really wasn’t. Bryce can be charming, and there was this odd part of me that wanted to make it work.”

Because Bryce had, in effect, “claimed” her. He could see how his sister had fallen for it. Leo was right. Deep down, Shelley was submissive. She was looking for a strong man to take care of her and empower her. Bryce was not that man. And the one man who might have been able to do that had just left. “Why do you have an account in the Caymans?”

“I have no idea. I swear to you, Trev, I didn’t know that account existed until Leo showed me. It’s apparently tied to my decorating business. I let him do my books. I’m not good with money. I just want to do what I do, you know? I thought about hiring Mouse…Beth to do the books, but Bryce threw a fit. He said he didn’t want to lose the money, that he could handle it. Actually Barry was the one who handled it before he died. That was when everything seemed to change.”

“Barry Bellows?”

Shelley nodded. “He was Bryce’s business partner for six years. They started the real estate company. Barry had family here. He’s the one who brought Bryce to Deer Run. They met in college. After Barry died, Bryce seemed to lose it. He’s paranoid. I’m not allowed to answer the phone anymore. He goes on long trips. Sometimes strange people show up at the house at odd hours of the night.”

“Like who?”

“Do you know a man named Nelson Hall? He owns a garage two towns over. I’ve seen him with Bryce several times. Bryce told me Nelson was going to do some upgrades on his Escalade. Really? At two in the morning?”

Trev closed his eyes. They had talked about the man earlier. He was the meth dealer. “Nelson Hall. Yes, I’ve heard the name. And he has a son named Austin.”

Shelley nodded. “Yeah. He’s in trouble with the law a lot from what I hear.”

Trev could guess what kind of trouble that was. A nasty pattern was being laid out. He just couldn’t figure out how his brother-in-law was involved. “Beth said Bryce had tried to buy her place.”

“I love that house. I actually talked to him about trying to buy it when Maudine was alive. There was talk that she would need the money for a nursing home, but Bryce said no. He didn’t want to spend the money. Then he flew into a rage when he got back from Austin and found out the house had been auctioned off.”

What had changed? He didn’t bother to mention to his sister that her husband hadn’t been in Austin. He’d flown to Mexico City.