With Cherry on Top [Loving in Silver 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (17 page)

Okay, so maybe Logan and Colt Redford were onto something here. Collin put a small, leather-covered paddle on the counter, alongside a box of edible panties, before they went deeper into the store. As they rounded a “wall” of handsomely made wrought iron, they found themselves looking at leather garments in a dizzying number of styles for both men and women. A very large section of the store was dedicated to it and both he and his brother found themselves choosing black leather pants for them both, as well as for Cody and Jake. Hell, they could at least look the part, he thought. Collin grinned and they both began to really get into shopping. Leather armbands were next, as were boots.

They weren’t finished until they had added two pairs of nipple clamps, vibrating bullets, leather corsets, and a harness with an impressive-looking fake cock attached to it. Oh yeah, they would get Cherry on top of Gracie if it was the last thing they ever did.

They added lube to the items being placed on the counter by the quietly helpful owner.

Before they left Jessica took them upstairs. They were way out of their element up there, but it did give them some ideas as they looked over the selection of St. Andrew’s crosses, some terribly ornate while others were little more than rustic-looking wooden
X
’s. There were also a variety of tables, benches, and chairs. Everything was outfitted with restraints and it wasn’t hard to figure out how each worked, sending their imaginations into overload. While they appreciated all the help the woman had given them, they preferred to ask questions of Logan or their friend Colt.

Feeling both wicked and horny, they bundled up their purchases and carried them to the truck.

“I wonder if we could get Gracie out here so we could fuck her on her break,” Mick wondered aloud in a rough voice after they had loaded the truck with their illicit purchases. Collin was about to head home with her car. Some of the things they bought had been put into it, as they had finally run out of room in the truck. “Are you hungry?”

Collin laughed. “Yeah, I’m hungry. I’ll stay long enough to get something, see our baby girl, and then I’ll go pick Cherry up.”

They knew their lady was probably having a good time visiting her family and wouldn’t mind if they were a little late picking her up. As they parked near the pizzeria where Gracie worked they saw a familiar truck parked down the street, along with a police cruiser.

Glancing at one another, Mick and Collin headed inside. What they saw didn’t reassure them that Gracie could be kept safe while on the job. Both Ed and DJ were speaking angrily to the woman standing behind Vinnie, the owner of the pizzeria, who was shoulder to shoulder with a deputy sheriff. The few midday diners were watching with interest.

“We want to talk to you,” Ed was saying, his voice a rough growl.

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you,” Gracie shot back, looking like a spitting kitten, her green eyes sparkling in her flushed face. “I’ve made it clear that I’m not interested. I have my men now.” She spotted Mick and Collin and they saw the relief flood her face. “See, here are two of them now. Just please leave me alone.”

Collin caught her up, pulling her close to his body as she trembled there. Mick reached out to stroke her silky black hair, all the while glaring at the two ignorant assholes who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“You two need to find something else to do. Gracie is ours. End of story. Move on.”

“You have a woman already. What do you need two for?”

“We love them. That’s what we need them for.” Collin put Gracie into Mick’s arms as he charged the two men, not stopping until he was nose to nose. He had a good six inches on both of them, but they likely outweighed him by forty pounds each. They had the bulk. “Stay the fuck away from her and our ranch. Next time something of ours comes up mysteriously damaged, we’ll come looking for you.”

“Fuck you, asshole! We told Evans we had nothing to do with your tires getting slashed.”

“Boys! Language!” A strident voice reached the angry men.

They each winced. “Sorry, Miss Bradley,” they said in unison.

Vinnie, the pizzeria’s owner, started grabbing strong arms, angry about the ruckus taking place within his establishment. “Take it outside. I don’t want this place getting a bad reputation.”

The deputy escorted them out onto the sidewalk, his expression telling that he was also losing his patience. “I want this wrapped up. You two,” he said to Ed and DJ Marks. “It’s clear that Miss Harper has chosen the Preston brothers. You have to accept that and move on. There are plenty of women in and around Silver who’d probably be more than interested in you if you didn’t go growling like wild animals all the time. Get it together. Try to be something women will be interested in. You’ve got a lot to offer a woman, or women. You’ve got a real nice piece of land with a decent cabin on it. You also have good jobs. You’re not lazy and you’re not broke. Start there and work to make yourselves more likeable, more appealing to women. And lay off the caveman tactics. They obviously don’t work for you.”

Mick and Collin stared at the other two men, their bodies tense as they waited for them to make their decision. They could see the men were torn. Their gazes kept straying to where Gracie stood between them. He doubted the men were in love with her. He couldn’t see it. It was more like she was something they had seen and wanted. It also hadn’t mattered that she didn’t want to be wanted by them. She hadn’t mattered at all. She was just an object, a thing. There had been no consideration for her feelings, her wants, or her desires. That’s where this had all gone wrong.

Finally DJ nodded briskly, his mouth tightening. He tapped his brother in the arm with a beefy fist before they turned and headed for their truck. Relief swept over Mick. Though he was more than willing to defend his woman, he hadn’t looked forward to getting into a fight with the two roughnecks.

Though he doubted they would be able to change their rough ways, he silently wished them luck. Mick went inside the pizzeria to speak with Vinnie. The owner liked Gracie enough not to be angry with her, or blame her for what had happened. He promised she could come in on her next scheduled day.

Gracie was a little put out that he had gone in to speak for her, but he soothed her with a kiss. When she gave him a smile he felt all was forgiven and he and Collin guided her toward the vehicles.

“Is there going to be room for me?” Gracie asked with a laugh, eyeing all the supplies and bagged purchases in both the truck and her car. “What did you guys buy?”

“Feed, hinges, sex toys…”

Gracie grinned. “Cherry and I got some, too. Can we try them out when we get home?”

Mick and Collin crowded her, backing her against the side of the truck. She didn’t look scared by the dominating move. If anything, there was a new fire in her green eyes Mick suddenly knew he wanted to see grow and brighten. Okay, so he was going to have to talk to Logan. They’d do anything to make their naughty little princess happy.

“Darling,” Collin drawled thickly, “you’re going to have to beg us to stop now.”

Nodding her dark head, her hair moving in a sassy fashion against her small chin, she told them brightly, “I have a safe word. It’s
robot
. You don’t have to stop until you hear me say it. Logan said so.”

“Logan, huh?”

“And what else did he tell you?”

“Well, it’s not so much what he said, but he told Cherry the proper way to spank me, and how to put a butt plug in the right way. I’m wearing one right now.” She wiggled her bottom, a happy smile on her face. “I really like it. But I would rather have one of you inside me. Will you do that, too? I liked when you took turns fucking my pussy yesterday,” she chattered on, not seeming to realize she was torturing them with her words. “It was
sooo
hot. I thought I was going to melt all over the place. I’d like it if you took turns fucking my ass. Can you do that? Would you guys mind? It makes me feel so naughty,” she admitted in a conspiratorial whisper, glancing around. “I like feeling naughty.”

“Baby girl,” Mick growled, pulling her close so she could feel the length of his throbbing cock against her stomach, “by the time we’re done with you, you’re going to be the naughtiest girl in Silver.”

“Promise?” Gracie asked hopefully, her eyes sparkling.

“We’ll do anything for you, darling, anything for you.”

* * * *

“Anything” was delayed by someone running Collin off the road as he drove Gracie’s small car toward home. Since one of the few traffic lights in Silver had stopped the pair riding in the truck, he was probably about a mile ahead of them, but close to ten miles out of town. It was as he was coming out of a curve in the road that a big dual-wheeled truck came across the center, heading directly toward him. He swore viciously, his heart slamming into his ribs, his gaze automatically drawn to the driver. He couldn’t see much. Just a shadowy shape behind the wheel, wearing a black western hat pulled low. He couldn’t see enough of the driver’s face to know whether he recognized the driver or the truck in that split second.

Knowing there was no way he could win the game of chicken, as one hit by the huge truck would take the compact car out, he veered sharply. Collin missed a head-on collision, but the truck’s left front clipped the rear of the car hard enough to send it spinning. Even as he tried to gain control he knew it was a no-win situation for him. The car rolled.

The world spun out of control with him in the middle of it. Metal and glass screamed and shattered. Air bags exploded around him. The seat belt bit into his body even as that body was jerked violently in one direction after another. The air left his lungs after one particularly hard hit when the car’s fifth roll was abruptly ended by a large pine. Unfortunately the hit was taken by a roof which was already smashed in.

Taking a deep breath, wishing he hadn’t, Collin cautiously began to move around. Despite the violence of crashing down the slope and into a tree, nothing felt broken, though he was certain there would be plenty of both bruises and sore muscles.

Groaning, he looked up through the window space above the crumpled door. All he could see was the pink and blue of the evening sky through the branches of the ponderosa which might have saved his life. The slope was long enough that the car could have rolled many more times before coming to a rest at the edge of the river below.

“Collin!” Mick’s voice held panic.

Then he heard Gracie. “Do you see him?”

“Stay here,” he heard his brother tell their beautiful bride to be. “I’ll see how bad it is.”

Lifting an arm, Collin raised it through the open window space and gave the thumbs up. “Oh, he’s okay! Hurry! Oh, dammit, help me down! My legs aren’t long enough to get down off this rock without breaking something.”

Searching beside his hip, he found the release for the seat belt. He braced himself so he wouldn’t fall into the passenger side below. He managed to get the steering wheel to shift up into a position which would allow him greater movement. Then he was wriggling around until he could shove his shoulders through the window.

Collin was twisting around, his feet on the center console, when a small body threw itself against his. Winding an arm around Gracie, he held her as she sobbed uncontrollably, kissing the top of her head as he looked across into the relieved features of his brother’s face.

“Hush, baby girl. I’m okay. I’ll probably have some pretty bruises for you to kiss tomorrow, but it doesn’t feel like I broke anything.”

Gracie pulled back, sniffling. Her green eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “You’re going to the hospital. We have to be sure you’re not bleeding inside.”

Giving her one last squeeze he accepted Mick’s help to get his legs out of the wreck then to the ground. His body was already stiffening up. He bit back a groan. The look of fear on Gracie’s pretty face was enough to keep him from doing too much complaining just yet. It was obvious she was still in the grip of the terror after fearing the worst.

“Did you see the truck?”

“Yes. But I’ve never seen it before. It passed us a ways back. We didn’t see the accident. When we got up here the wind was carrying the dirt up the slope. What happened?”

“Did you call the sheriff?”

Mick nodded, his face showing just how upset he was. It was all there, but Collin knew he wouldn’t let his emotions go in front of Gracie. Neither of them wanted to upset her more than she already was.

“He’s not far off. The ambulance and fire department are coming, too. What about the truck?”

“The driver ran me off the road. First it just looked like a jerk trying to play chicken. I tried to dodge it but lost. It clipped the back of the car.” Collin looked Gracie’s car over. Steam was coming from under the hood, but no gas seemed to be leaking.

Small hands tugged gently on him. “Come sit over here,” Gracie instructed. There was a large boulder about twenty-five feet away. As shaky as his legs were he didn’t know if he would make it. “Lean on Mick. There, that’s it,” she babbled nervously. “Don’t fall down. You’d crush me if you came this way.”

Chuckling, Collin sat down on the rock, glad to be off his feet. “Come here, sweetie. Let me hold you. It’s going to be all right, though I can’t say the same about your car.”

“Don’t worry about the car. It’s not important.” Her small hands were going over him again, checking for damage. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She started pulling on his shirt, trying to tug it from the waistband of his jeans.