Until Forever [Merricks, Montana 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Page 10

  “Get used to it,” Cole said. “You’re a woman. It’s the way things are in this town.”

  “She would love to stay and debate sexism and small towns,” Sarah said. “But there is drinking and gossiping to be done.”

  Sam smiled at Sarah. The shy girl was sure getting sassy, and Sam loved it. When Sarah had first moved to Merricks, she was so shy she could barely speak in public. Now, with the love of Blake and James, she had grown into a confident woman who knew her self-worth.

  “Don’t drink too much, love,” James called as Sam, Emily, and Sarah started to walk away.

  Sam laughed as Sarah looked over her shoulder and poked her tongue out at James. She would pay for that later, but it was fun to see her tease her Doms.

  “I’ll find Kate,” Emily said and walked off.

  Sam and Sarah approached the bar and squeezed in to grab the barman’s attention.

  “Cody and Troy seem nice,” Sarah said as they waited. “Where did you meet them?”

  Sam told Sarah the story about rescuing Cody, Troy rocketing into town, and the events that followed. She knew she would have to retell it to Emily and Kate, but she didn’t mind. She had certainly heard enough of their stories before.

  “So you’re here on a date?” Sarah asked. “And you left them alone to talk to us?”

  Crap, it sounded bad when put like that. Sam wanted them to get to know her friends though. They were more likely to agree to settle in Merricks if they got along with other people. It was probably too early to be thinking like that anyway, but she didn’t want to move. She loved it here, and the townsfolk wouldn’t think twice about their odd relationship because most people were in one too.

  “Yes,” Sam said. “Talking to other men in ménage relationships will be good for Troy. He was a bit hesitant about the whole idea, and I think meeting people who make it work will be a positive thing.”

  “Or they could decide they don’t like him and try and run him out of town,” Sarah said. “Those men are mean when they don’t like someone.”

  “Troy and Cody won’t give them a reason not to like them,” she replied, and she believed it. Sam had only spent a short while with them, but she was a good judge of character. She thought so anyway, and Troy and Cody were very likable.

  The barman finally came over, and Sam placed their order. When he finished making their drinks, she carried them over to a table where Emily and Kate waited.

  “Hi, Kate,” she said as she sat down. She passed out the drinks and took a sip of her own. “What’s new?”

  “You seem to be the exciting one in town at the moment,” Kate replied. “Everyone wants to know who the two gorgeous strangers are.”

  “They’re mine. That’s who they are,” Sam replied, grumbling. She knew some single submissives who would love to get their mitts on Troy. It wasn’t happening. She also knew a few Doms who would try and temp Cody away. Troy and Sam would need to snap a collar on that man and fast. They wouldn’t be visiting Silk Ties without one. Until then, she would be more than happy to beat on anyone, male or female, who looked twice at her men.

  Gosh, when had she gotten so possessive? And apparently a little bit violent.

  “So, Sarah,” she said, “shot anyone lately?” It was becoming an overused joke in the town. Sarah had shot three people after all, each in separate incidences and all in defense of hers and her friends’ lives.

  “It is getting old,” Sarah said. “Can’t we move on?”

  “Nope,” Kate and Emily replied at the same time.

  The four cracked up, and Sam looked over at the table of men. They were all watching them with smiles on their faces and indulgent looks in their eyes.

  Troy and Cody were watching, too, with the same expression as the other men, and for the first time ever, Sam felt part of the group. This was what she had always wanted and dreamed about.

  It didn’t matter that she sat at a table with submissives while she was a Domme. Her men sat with the other men while the ladies sat and gossiped. Ladies with multiple partners weren’t normal by a long shot, but it was her kind of normal, and Sam felt a deep fulfillment that had always been missing when she was around her friends.

  “So, Sam,” Kate said, “how is your little trio going to work?”

  “We still have a lot to work out and consider,” she replied. “But it won’t be much different than what Sarah has with James and Blake. Troy is like James, the ultimate alpha, and he wants to be in charge all the time. I’m more like Blake, less dominant but a top just the same. Cody will be our submissive, like Sarah is theirs. The only difference is that Cody and Troy will have a sexual relationship.”

  “Sound like you are sorting it all out,” Emily said. “I’m really happy for you. We all are.”

  “Thanks,” Sam told them. “It means a lot.”

  The women drank and talked nonsense among themselves until a small voice broke through their loud conversation. Sam looked up and nearly spat out her drink at the sight of Candy standing next to her.

  Candy was a submissive from the club who, up until recently, had been rude and obnoxious. She had done some nasty things to Holly, a friend of theirs, all because she was jealous of her. Candy had thought that she could steal Holly’s man and gain Wolf’s attention in the process. Things had got worse as Candy’s attempts failed.

  It wasn’t until a crazy Domme from the club had won Candy in a slave auction at Silk Ties and then proceeded to torture her that she had seen the error of her ways and had turned into a completely different person.

  “Can I join you?” she asked quietly.

  Sam felt sorry for the woman. She may have been a bitch, but no one deserved what had happened to her. Holly might think otherwise, but Sam couldn’t help but feel pity for her.

  “Sure,” Emily said. “Come and sit down.”

  Emily had bonded with the woman when they had been kidnapped by the same loony Domme. Mistress Savannah was bat-shit crazy and had used Candy to lure Emily from her bakery. She had then abused both women before they were found, and Hawk had shot her in the knee. Now she was in a prison waiting for trial.

  “How have you been, Candy?” Emily asked. “I haven’t seen you around.”

  Candy fidgeted with her hands, a sad little smile on her face, before she looked up at Emily.

  “Fine,” she answered. “I have been staying at the Jackson ranch. They have been taking me to therapy in Helena twice a week.”

  “You are very lucky to have them,” Sam said. She was very lucky to have anyone after the way she treated people.

  “Yes,” she said. “I don’t know what I would have done without them. I know I don’t deserve them, but they have been amazing to me.”

  “Everybody deserves a second chance,” Kate said. “I think you paid a steep price to get yours.”

  Sam agreed with what Kate was saying. She might never be good friends with Candy, but she wished the woman well.

  Now, though, she wanted to dance with her men.

  “Well, ladies,” she said, “I have two hot men waiting for me and I’m in the mood to dance. I’ll catch you all later.”

  “Have fun,” Emily replied. “I might join you when I finish my drink. Wolf hates to dance, but he does it anyway.”

  Sam waved goodbye to her friends and made her way over to Troy and Cody.

  “Dance with me?” she asked and grabbed each by their hand, pulling them toward the dance floor.

  Chapter Nine

  Cody held Sam in his arms and slowly moved around the dance floor. He looked at Troy over her shoulder and smiled. They held her in between them, sandwiching her against their taller frames.

  Only in a town like Merricks would they get away with two men dancing so close to one woman. It was just another reason that Cody was falling in love with the town and its people. They didn’t judge here, and they didn’t make apologies for their lifestyle choices.

  After a couple of fast bump and grind songs, where Troy and Cody ha
d used the opportunity to touch Sam and rub up against her soft body, they were now slow dancing and enjoying holding their woman.

  Cody was ready to leave and take this somewhere private. He wanted to show Sam and Troy how good it could be between the three of them.

  “Let’s take this back to your place, Sam,” Cody whispered in her ear.

  Sam nodded and turned to face Troy. She pulled his head down and whispered something Cody couldn’t hear in Troy’s ears. Whatever it was put a smile on Troy’s face.

  Cody let out a small startled yelp when Troy grabbed their hands and rushed them toward the door. Sam waved goodbye to her friends as they were rushed past their table.

  Cody shivered once outside in the night air. It had been hot in the crowded bar, and Cody had taken off his jacket, which now sat back in the bar, where he had left it on the seat.

  “Wait,” he said. “Our jackets are still in the bar.”

  “Go and grab them,” Troy said. “I will warm the car up.”

  Cody wasted no time running back into the bar and grabbing their abandoned jackets. He smiled shyly at the men who laughed heartily and made jokes about their eagerness to be alone.

  When he was back outside, he ran to the car and jumped into the back seat. The interior of the car was still cold, and soft music played in the background. Sam sat quietly in the passenger seat while Troy had been lucky enough to drive again.

  “Ready?” Troy asked, putting the car into reverse.

  “I have been ready forever,” Cody replied. He was so hard at the thought of finally getting these two alone. He was going to burst the moment they got naked. He needed to calm down and fast.

  Troy drove back to the shop, and Sam directed him to the parking space around the back of the shops. Climbing from the car, Troy tossed Sam the keys, and they followed her up the back stairs to her apartment.

  Cody had never come up the back way before. Sam had always taken him through the shop. She had explained that her little one-bedroom apartment had come with the shop and was convenient but one day she would like to move into something bigger.

  Sam unlocked the door and flicked the lights on as they followed her into the kitchen. It was neatly styled in a shabby chic way, with distressed white wooden cupboards and feminine décor. It was cluttered and, at the same time, organized and fit Sam to a T.

  They followed Sam into the living room and took off their jackets. Cody threw his over the back of the white couch filled with fancy cushions. It sat along the side wall and was flanked by two dainty chairs. A distressed white coffee table sat in the middle of the room and one whole wall was taken up by an enormous bookshelf and television unit.

  Everything in Sam’s apartment was feminine and girly, just like her. Cody could picture her sitting in one of her chairs on a Sunday afternoon, reading and drinking a cup of tea in one of her little teacup and saucer sets she had on display in the kitchen.

  Her bedroom was every bit as feminine and fit in with the rest of the apartment. Cody had seen it on the way to the bathroom, which you had to go through the bedroom to access. Sam had a large white four-poster bed with white lace, and just like the couch, it was covered in cushions. Distressed white side tables, a large chest of drawers filled the room, and a pastel-green rug lay at the end of the bed.

  Sam had installed polished floorboards throughout the apartment and had told Cody that she had done them herself. It was just another one of Sam’s quirks. He had never met a female as girly as Sam that insisted on doing all her own renovation work and not get male help.

  “Would you like something to drink?” Sam asked, picking up their jackets and hanging them on the coat rack by the front door.

  “Cody will have water,” Troy said. “But I’ll take coffee.”

  “Water?” Cody asked, looking at Troy with disgust. He hated water and needed his caffeine fix.

  “Yes,” Troy replied. “You will have water to stay hydrated, or you can forget any play this evening.”

  That was enough to shut Cody up. Troy was always a stickler for health, especially when it came to scenes. Cody didn’t want to argue. He wanted to get Troy and Sam naked, and if drinking water was the only way to do that, he would drink two pints of the foul stuff.

  “How do you take your coffee?” Sam asked Troy.

  “Wrong,” Cody replied quickly. “He has it with milk and sugar. It’s disgusting.”

  “I have my coffee with milk and sugar,” Sam told him. “You have made it for me before and didn’t complain.”

  “I was being polite,” Cody said. “Now we know each other better, and I will be more than happy to educate you about coffee.”

  “Please don’t get him started,” Troy said laughing. “He can go on for days.”

  “I already know about his love of coffee,” Sam answered, smiling. “You don’t need to warn me.”

  Cody gasped. He wasn’t that bad. Yes, he could get carried away when talking about coffee, but he didn’t lecture people. He wasn’t obnoxious or anything. Was he?

  “I can’t believe you would say that,” Cody told them. “I’m really hurt by that.”

  Sam frowned and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she said. “We were only teasing you. Please don’t get upset.”

  “Yeah, babe,” Troy added, “we just know how passionate you are about coffee and were making fun. What would make you feel better?”

  Cody knew exactly what would make him feel better and didn’t mind using his Dom and Domme to get it.

  “Apology accepted,” he told them. “I think Sir and Ma’am should spank me to make me feel better.”

  “And here I thought he was going to ask for a blow job,” Sam said, moving out of his arms and taking a step back. “You do surprise me, subbie.”

  “Oh,” he said, “I’m more than happy to get a blow job as well.”

  Sam and Troy looked at each other and laughed. He didn’t see what was so funny. He really did want a blow job too.

  “Not on your life, babe,” Troy said. “You are a greedy little sub today.” He turned to Sam, before saying, “Coffee later, Sam. Let’s give our boy his apology.”

  Cody was almost vibrating with excitement. He loved a good spanking, and this would be the first that he had received one from Sam. He wasn’t a pain slut or anything. He just loved being spanked, whether it was with a flogger, a paddle, or a firm hand. Cody loved the burn when his ass was lit up. It moved through his body and straight to his cock. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he could come from a good spanking alone.

  “Get naked, Cody,” Sam said. “Then place yourself face down over the coffee table.”

  “Rather fitting, I’d say,” Troy said. “The man does love coffee.”

  Sam snorted as she walked from the room and into her bedroom. Cody saw the bathroom light flick on and heard cupboard doors opening and closing. Cody didn’t think that Troy was very funny either. He did have a strange sense of humor, and more often than not, it went over Cody’s head.

  Cody flung off his clothes in record time, letting them fall discarded to the floor. He shivered in the cold room, but it did little to soften the raging hard-on he had been sporting since the moment Sam and Troy had agreed to spank him.

  Sam walked back into the room carrying a fluffy towel, placed it down over the coffee table, and moved back. Cody walked over and knelt on the floor before lying over the small table. The table was a perfect height for him to kneel comfortably, his cock squashed between his body and the table. He spread his legs slightly and placed his head on the towel, facing the room.

  “Beautiful,” Sam said. “He has the prefect-shaped ass. It’s so juicy and round. Most women would be envious of an ass like that.”

  “He does have a cute bubble butt,” Troy said, walking toward him.

  Cody shivered when Troy knelt beside him and ran his callused hand along his naked spin and across his bu
tt cheeks. Troy reached over, grabbed a handful of Cody’s hair, and pulled his head off the table.

  “What is your safe word, pet?” he asked.

  Cody loved the rough treatment and held back a moan when his hard cock rubbed against the table.

  “Star Wars, Sir,” Cody replied breathlessly. He hated Star Wars, always had, so it seemed fitting to cry it out if he couldn’t handle something and wanted it to stop.

  “Interesting choice,” Sam said, kneeling on his other side.

  “Are you ready, pet?” Troy asked, letting go of his hair.

  Cody got back into a comfortable position before answering, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Sam,” Troy said, “start warming him up. Don’t hold back. He can take a fair amount of pain.”

  “I’d love too,” Sam replied before bending down and whispering in his ear. “Just relax, sweetness. I have wanted to get my hands on this ass all week.”

  Cody closed his eyes and waited for the first slap to hit his ass. He was just about to open them again to see what the wait was when it landed with a sharp sting.

  Cody sucked in a breath and followed it up with a groan. Sam delivered a few more slaps in rapid succession on both his cheeks. Each one stung just as much as the first.

  Sam might have small and delicate hands, but she certainly had some force behind her swats. She rubbed her hand across his swiftly heating cheeks and then rained down more slaps.

  Cody whimpered as the sting turned hot and pleasure flowed through his body. Sam didn’t hold back and slapped his cheeks again and again. She didn’t miss a spot, even lighting up the top of his thighs where they met his butt. All the while his cock rubbed on the soft towel.

  “Oh god,” he cried. “Please, please, more.”

  Cody heard Sam chuckle, but she didn’t pause, her hand coming down over and over. His ass started to burn, and he panted to hold back his release.

  “I think someone is enjoying this,” Sam said and stopped spanking. “He is going to come without permission, and I don’t think he would like the consequences.”