Owned for Christmas (10 page)

The door opened and both men filled the entranceway. She looked back and forth between them, surprised to see both Daniel and Grant. She had figured one of them would come to her, force her to make the choice, force her to pick a part of herself, but she hadn’t been sure which one she hoped to see.

“Going somewhere?” Grant motioned toward the suitcase.

He used that stiff Dom voice that always made her tingle. And now was no different. Her nipples tightened and, if he investigated her body, he’d find her wet.

She shook her head. She wasn’t about to let his tone dissuade her from her decision. “Yes. I’m going home. Alone.” She threw the top on the suitcase and zipped it shut. Her sanity was far more important than a few sweaters. “You two don’t give me any other choice.”

In two quick strides, he stood next to her. He shoved her hand from the suitcase handle. She hated how much she loved his fingers on her skin, his hand holding hers.

“We’ve been talking.”

“With your fists again?” She looked away, although she couldn’t make herself pull her hands from Grant’s.

“No,” Daniel assured her, stepping farther into the room. “With words.”

“You were right. It’s not fair of us to fight over you.” Grant dropped his gaze to the floor in shame then lifted it back to her. “And it’s not fair of us to make you choose.”

She looked back at Grant, unsure what he meant. His large body filled the space between them with heat. Her heart sped up a bit. She knew what that body could do to her, how he could force her to do exactly what he wanted—what they both wanted—until she screamed with joy.

Daniel crossed his arms over his chest, watching her closely. He remained quiet, his body so stiff she wanted to reach out and comfort him, hold his hand, wrap her arms around him and kiss that mournful look off his face.

But she didn’t move. She wouldn’t be able to handle it if he pulled away from her. Her heart was already so fragile, his rejection might be all it took to decimate what remained of it. She couldn’t take that chance.

“We don’t want you to go.” Grant stepped over to the bed.

With one hand, he snatched her suitcase and pushed it off the mattress. He kicked it underneath so she couldn’t retrieve it easily, not without bending over and presenting her ass to him. Which she knew better than to do, if she didn’t want to earn a spanking. And she wasn’t supposed to want that anymore, especially from Grant.

“We want you to stay with us,” Grant declared.

She glared up at him. “Who do you want me to stay with?”

“Both of us.” Daniel strode three steps across the room to stand on her other side. Close enough that she could touch him, but he didn’t reach for her.

Kate couldn’t have been more shocked if Daniel had said he was going to run away to join the circus. They wanted her to be with
both
of them? “You can’t be serious.”

“We are.” Grant folded his hands in front of him, his movements unsure.

His disposition surprised her even more.

“You need both of us, pet. You can’t deny the submissive part of you, but you also can’t deny the part of you that needs tenderness, that needs Daniel. I can’t ask you to give him up any more than I could ask you to stop breathing.”

He stared down at her. Warmth coiled in her stomach. He was trying to do his best, to take care of her the only way he could, as her Dom. He wouldn’t want to do this. She was sure of it. He’d never made any attempts to share her before. But if this was what she required, he was willing to give it to her.

But Daniel surely didn’t feel that same demand? Daniel didn’t have to give her anything. He didn’t have to take care of her. Kate looked over at him, his face twisted, almost like he was about to throw up or run. She couldn’t tell which—maybe both. He stood beside his brother, his silence fraying her nerves to ribbons.

She’d seen a few of these relationships. She knew Doms who took on multiple subs and learned how to make those complex dynamics work. But Daniel was as straight and vanilla as they come. Could he really be interested in a relationship this complicated?

“Is this what
you
want?” she questioned.

Daniel raised his head. His eyes met hers, not anywhere near as warm as they usually were. “Hell no. I don’t want to share you.” He ran his hand through his hair, mussing the already disheveled locks.

The pain on his face almost sliced her heart in two.

“But I want you to be happy. And I can’t give you what he does.” Daniel cut his eyes to the side. He fumbled his hands in front of him.

Kate melted for him. She had never wanted him to feel this way, as if he couldn’t be enough for her. She loved him. But there was no denying that Grant gave her something Daniel never could. If she even tried to refute Grant’s effect on her, it would be a lie.

Kate grasped Daniel’s hand in hers, his warm palm against hers a comfort she didn’t deserve. “I need you too.” She looked up into his eyes, hoping she conveyed every inch of certainty she felt. “You give me plenty that no one else can. You brought me back to life when I thought there was no reason to go on.” She hiccupped, blinking hard. Her vision blurred.

With a tug, she pulled him down to the mattress beside her. She instantly turned to him, craving his warmth and comfort. His masculine, soapy smell invaded her senses, calming her. His heat pressed against her side settled a few more butterflies in her stomach.

“I know, sweetheart.” He kissed her temple, brushing the hair back from her face. “I love you. I don’t want to lose you. If sharing you is what you need for me to keep you, we have to at least give it a try.” He pulled back, looking deep into her eyes, sweeping his thumb across her cheek.

A tingle followed his touch and she turned her head, offering more space to explore.

“This is all up to you, pet. If you say you don’t want to, that you don’t want both of us, that you don’t feel comfortable with testing this option, we’ll both walk out of here right now and give you space,” Grant assured her. “We’ll even let you leave.”

Her stomach lurched at the idea, even though she’d been about to do just that. But somehow, in Daniel’s arms, his warmth surrounding her, his calm, comforting presence giving her the peace she always felt around him—walking out of this room, away from this adorable little house was impossible.

“But if you want to stay,” Grant continued, smoothing his palm around the curve of her cheek, “we’ll do everything we can to make it as good for you as possible.”

His eyes darkened with his words, and her heart picked up speed in return.

She looked back and forth between the two gazes trained on her, their wicked appetites apparent in their stares. She squirmed on the mattress. There was no question what decision her body had made. But what about her heart?

Can I really do this? Can I love these two men, be with both of them, without hurting all of us in the end?
It didn’t seem possible. It was ridiculous even to believe it could work. No one got everything they wanted. No one deserved this much love.

But if they were right there, standing in front of her, how could she turn them away? What was the worst that could happen? She could lose both of them. She’d been about to do that already, about to leave them both and her heart behind with them. Attempting this couldn’t hurt her any more than leaving would.

She leaned over, curling her hands around Daniel’s face and hauling him closer. She pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss, his mouth forming to hers. He enfolded her in his arms, holding her close.

“Okay,” was the only word her muddled brain could form.

A wide grin spread across Daniel’s face, sweet and excited. Her heart beat a little faster. She’d never get enough of that look. The pure happiness on his face pulled at something deep in her chest.

The bed dipped as Grant joined them. His heat flamed against her back. His masculine smell of hay and leather filled her nose and a coil of arousal bloomed in her stomach. Her pussy clenched, wetness seeped between her legs.

“Now, my turn,” Grant growled.

Gripping her head in his big hands, he yanked her down to him, crushing his mouth to hers, his kiss instantly ferocious. The sensation raced to her head almost as fast as his confession did. Dizzy, she twisted her arms around his neck, holding on. A wave of heat overwhelmed her from head to toe. He nipped at her bottom lip, seeking entrance with his tongue. She had no choice but to comply. That was what she loved about Grant. He took what he wanted, leaving her with only one option—to feel.

Daniel kissed her nape, sucking on her neck. He slid his fingers along her back as Grant kissed her. She breathed deeply, the sensations all too much. Grant’s lips on hers, his mouth devouring hers, Daniel’s soft kisses and delicate touches exploring her shoulders—it was all more than any woman deserved.

The hiss of the zipper sliding down filled the air, and her dress slipped partway down her arms. The fabric gaped around her, revealing her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. A breeze wafted against her back just before Daniel moved his lips down to kiss and lick a path along her spine. What a clever boy Daniel was.

“I like how he thinks.” Grant leered down at her exposed chest, his eyes smoky.

Nuzzling the back of her neck, Daniel skimmed his hands down her shoulders and shoved the straps of her dress to her elbows. He used the motion to roll her back toward him. Kate let out a soft gasp, surprised and excited that Grant put up no fight when Daniel tugged her away.
Maybe this arrangement does have some hope of working.

Daniel cradled her cheek in his hand, dragging her mouth to his. With his other hand, he pushed her dress down to her waist. His lips brushed hers, so soft and sweet, she almost wanted to cry. He stroked his tongue along her bottom lip, seeking entrance, and she easily gave it.

After kissing her neck, Daniel ran his tongue along her shoulder blades. He reached around her, sliding his fingers down her breasts. Finding her lace-encased tits, he massaged them. At the friction of the netting against her nipples, her body shook and her pussy clenched. She released a breath and Daniel chuckled behind her, fully aware of what he was doing to her.

Grant pulled and plucked at her nipples. In their already aroused state, the sensation was almost painful, yet so damn amazing she almost begged for more. Through it all, Daniel continued kissing her. He gently slid his tongue across hers, cradling her head in his hands.

The combination of soft and rough made her head spin. This is what she’d always needed. This is what she’d always craved—both of them. Both the hard and the yielding, the tender and the wild.

Reaching under her skirt, Grant found the edge of her underwear and pushed past it. He brushed across her mound, tugging on the hairs there, and she let out a little cry. The slight pain blended into a warm pleasure. He caressed her slit, his work-roughened hands stimulating the sensitive skin of her folds, creating more wetness.

“You won’t need these anymore.” Grant pulled her cotton underwear down her legs in quick, desperate movements. He tossed the panties aside without a thought, his lips never leaving her shoulders as he continued nipping and biting at the skin there.

“I always liked you in white lace,” Grant growled against her throat.

Grant glided his hand up her sensitive inner thigh. His cock, hot and hard, pressed against her, and she almost moaned at the sensation. He skated three thick fingers along the outer lips of her pussy, the sensation so forceful and sure, her blood boiled. She pulled away from Daniel’s kiss, letting out a whimper. Sensation zipped through her. She panted in large gusts.

“I like her better out of it.” Daniel reached around her, unclasping her bra and throwing it to the floor. He caressed down her chest, spreading his fingers over her breasts. His warm palms crested across her naked nipples. She sucked in a breath, the friction racing through her bloodstream to settle in her cunt. She arched her back, thrusting her chest farther into Daniel’s hands. The sensation of his hands on her breasts, his fingers plucking her nipples was almost too much to bear. But she’d find a way, somehow.

“I think you have a point there.” Grant chuckled, shoving her dress down and off her hips, leaving her gloriously naked in the middle of the bed. Daniel and Grant reached out for her, running their hands over her quivering skin, exploring every inch of her. She closed her eyes but even without sight, she could still feel the difference between each man’s touch. Grant conveyed rough, strong and sure sensations as he glided his hand along her legs and up, tickling over her hip bones and stomach. Daniel offered her softer, warmer, more loving caresses as he played with her nipples and massaged her breasts. The combination was more overwhelming than she ever would have guessed.

She whimpered and shivered between them. They tightened their hold on her, rubbing their hips against hers, thrusting their jean-covered erections against her stomach and ass. She let out a cry, needing more—so
much
more. And she needed it now.

“Please.” The whisper ripped from her throat almost without her knowledge.

Both men groaned at her words.

Grant grabbed her face, twisting her toward him so she had to look into his challenging eyes. “What do you want?”

He held her chin so she couldn’t look away, forcing her to say it, to tell him exactly what she wanted, right there, in front of Daniel. Her cheeks heated and a small part of her hated him for it as another part of her thrilled at his dominance.

“I want you to tie me up.” She spoke the words as slowly and clearly as she could, her throat tight with her desire and embarrassment. “And I want you to spank me”—she glanced down—“Sir.”

He tightened his grip on her face, just enough so she couldn’t ignore it. She looked up, meeting his silent command, and her stomach fluttered.

“That I can do.”

He kissed her deeply, fiercely. When he drew back, she released a little whine. Daniel immediately hauled her into his arms and started kissing her, distracting her from the loss of Grant’s touch.

“Where’d you unpack your stuff, Danny?” Grant rumbled over her shoulder.