The Trouble with Holly [Merricks, Montana 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 4

  “Launching the food shuttle.”

  “Making a call on the great white telephone.”

  “Hugging the porcelain wishing well.” This was getting ridiculous.

  “Kneeling before the porcelain throne.”

  “Pleading your case to the porcelain judge.”

  “Getting bit by count barf-ula,” Ryan said. Holly had had enough. She flung the blankets off her face and sat up.

  “That last one wasn’t even funny, Ryan,” Holly said, glaring at him. He was almost doubled over laughing, tears rolling down his face. The other three were laughing as well, but with slightly less enthusiasm. At least they weren’t arguing anymore.

  Holly stood up and made her way toward the bathroom.

  “If you’re quite finished, I’m going to have a shower,” she said.

  “Singing solo in the porcelain amphitheater,” Tyler called out and they all started laughing again. Holly ignored them and kept walking. She wanted to flip them off, but they were all Doms and though she wasn’t their sub, or even submissive for that matter, she knew they would take exception to her action and demand punishment. That wasn’t going to happen.

  The only men she wanted to be punished by were Chase and Jarrod. Hang on? Where had that thought come from? Did she want Chase and Jarrod to spank her? Um, hmm.

  Holly stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower and tried not to think about Chase and Jarrod Walker’s big manly hands anywhere near her rear end.

  * * * *

  Jarrod saddled up his horse, Star, and slowly led her out of the stables. He had only had Star for the last five years, after his first horse Thunder had to be retired from ranch work.

  His father had given him Thunder when he was a teenager and had started to work the ranch alongside his dads. When he wasn’t at school, he could usually be found out on the land. Thunder was now enjoying life out on the ranch with the other older horses and getting pampered by Jarrod’s mother.

  He had bought Star from horse trainers and good friends, Cole and Trace Jackson. She was a well-trained workhorse with a strong bloodline. Jarrod planned to let the Jacksons breed her, but not until he had a replacement and he hadn’t found anything that suited his needs yet.

  Jarrod rode away from the stables and out into the east paddocks where the cattle were being pastured. As he rode he thought back to last night.

  Holly was drunk off her tits and saying some very revealing things. It was good to know that she wasn’t opposed to a relationship with Chase and himself, but he would have preferred the discovery when she was sober and he could do something about it.

  It had felt so good to have her in his arms, with her running her fingers through his hair. He had a hard time pushing her away when all he wanted to do was strip her naked and drive his cock into her welcoming heat.

  He would never have taken advantage of her drunken state. She wasn’t some woman that he wanted a one-night stand with. He wanted Holly forever. He wanted to grow old with her and raise a family.

  Jarrod pulled his cell from his pocket as it vibrated against his hip. He looked down at the screen and saw that the caller was Chase. His brother must have been calling from the clinic. He had left early for work that morning, after they had breakfast with their mom and three dads.

  “Yes,” Jarrod said, placing the cell next to his right ear and holding both reins with the other.

  “Morning to you, too, bro,” Chase replied. “What if it wasn’t me—or do you always answer your phone that way?”

  “You tell me. You’re always calling me.”

  “How do you think Holly is this morning?” Chase asked. Jarrod had suspected that was why he was calling. He knew she wouldn’t have been far from his brother’s mind.

  “I’d say she’s feeling like last night wasn’t the brightest thing she’s ever done.”

  “Do you think I should pop over and see her?”

  He, too, was tempted to skip work today and drive over to Emily’s and see Holly she was feeling. He knew his men could handle things without him for one day. His protective instincts were rising to the forefront and he had a hard time betting them back. His woman, and she was his woman, was hurting and he desperately wanted to rush to her side and make it all better. It didn’t matter that it was self inflicted and could have been prevented by not indulging. She would be feeling like something that crawled out from under the rug and he wanted to fix it.

  “Nah, I doubt she’ll want to get out of bed today, and I’d say she probably embarrassed about last night. We should give her a couple of days.”

  “You’re probably right, but I can’t help but feel the need to be with her.”

  “Me neither, but we need to go slow. Now more than ever—”

  “You were the one who wanted to ramp things up,” Chase cut in.

  “And I still do. But I also don’t want to push her if she’s feeling vulnerable and embarrassed by what she said.”

  “So we give her a couple of days and go see her at work and act like nothing happened and we are all cool?”

  “Yeah, I’d say that was the best course of action. As much as I want to go and take care of our woman, I think it will do more harm than good.”

  Jarrod was a Dom through and through, and though his inside screamed at him to go to her, he needed to let her be and it was going to kill him.

  He couldn’t change the part of him that wanted to take control and more than he could change the weather, but then again he didn’t want to. It was a part of him, as much as anything else.

  Right now his inner Dom was saying that he needed to go to his woman and take control. He needed to nurse her to health and then make sure she never did anything remotely harmful again.

  Jarrod heard his brother sigh before saying, “I’ll catch you later then, brother.” And he hung up before he could reply.

  Jarrod pocketed his cell and looked over his land. Holly would love it out here. He hadn’t had the chance to show her his land yet, but there was time. She would be their woman in more ways than one soon enough.

  Only problem was that Holly, while having natural submissive tendencies, had never shown any interest in the lifestyle. She wasn’t a member at Silk Ties, which in Jarrod’s mind was a good thing, because he would have had to kill any man that had touched her. She may spend time with other submissives, but that didn’t mean she wanted any part of the lifestyle.

  Jarrod would just have to introduce her slowly and lovingly and show her how good being his and Chase’s submissive would be. Jarrod had to adjust his cock behind his jeans, simply at the thought of all the things he’s like to show his little Holly.

  He could picture her naked and bent over the back of his overstuffed armchair. Her full, ample rump would be at perfect height to spank, before he drove his hard length into her tight pink heat.

  His brother could kneel on the chair in front of her and she could take him in her mouth. Holly would moan around Chase’s cock, whilst Jarrod teased her little rosette.

  Jarrod groaned out aloud and startled his horse, which whinnied in protest and pulled him from his thoughts. He needed to get his shit together before he had an accident.

  He was so damned hard it was getting uncomfortable to ride. Holly did that to him. He had spent days, months even, harder than a rock, his cock begging for relief. He had jerked off so much that he was getting wanker’s wrist.

  Jarrod approached where his men were working and his foreman called out in greeting. He sighed and dismounted. Tying off the horses rains, he walked over to where his men were fixing a fallen fence. Hopefully a couple of hours of backbreaking work would take his mind off Holly and how much he needed her.

  Chapter Five

  It was another busy night at Stephie’s, and Holly was rushed off her feet. It had been three days since she had gotten drunk and thrown herself at Jarrod and Chase and she hadn’t seen them once.

  Truth be told, she had been hiding from them, and when she wasn’t at work, s
he had been in Emily’s apartment licking her wounds. She had felt better that evening when Emily had plied her with a greasy burger and fries from the diner, but the memory of what she had said and done lingered.

  The next night back at work she had expected to see them and cringed anytime anyone had sat in their usual booth thinking it was them, only to look over and see someone else.

  By the end of the night, Holly knew she had blown it. The brothers had eaten at Stephie’s every day since she had started working here, and now she had run them off by throwing her pathetic drunken self at them.

  She couldn’t blame them either. There were a lot more attractive women around town. Submissive ones, too. Holly knew they were Doms and even though she had never heard of them going to Silk Ties, it didn’t mean that they hadn’t. She was hopeless. She needed to get her life together.

  Holly was pulled from her thoughts as more customers sat in her section. She grabbed some menus and walked over to greet them. Holly groaned and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was.

  “Hello, ladies,” Holly said, politely. “Here are some menus. Can I get you anything to drink, or do you need some time?”

  Holly smiled at Candy and her little submissive minions. They were starting to be the bane of her existence, coming into Stephie’s and giving her a hard time. They deliberately complained and caused trouble for Holly.

  The problem was, they were sly about it and Holly had no evidence that they were intentionally picking on her. They waited until her boss wasn’t around before they caused a ruckus. They didn’t do anything when Chase and Jarrod were around either. That was one more thing on a long list that was good about the brothers eating at Stephie’s all the time.

  “I’ll have a margarita,” Candy said. “The girls will have the same. Won’t you, girls.” It was a statement more than a question. Candy was their ringleader, and none of the other four women went against her.

  “Coming right up,” Holly told her and left to place the drinks order at the bar.

  Candy and her followers were all single, unattached subs from Silk Ties. Candy was a troublemaker and didn’t seem submissive to Holly in the least. Why she was still allowed to go to Silk Ties after all the crap Holly had heard she had pulled was beyond her. But it was Wolf, the owner’s decision, not hers.

  Holly remembered back to the day Candy had tried to flirt with one of Sarah’s men, James. It had been a busy night at Stephie’s and Candy had been there most of the night.

  Holly had watched as Candy flung herself at James and plastered herself against him. James had been too shocked to do anything about it and just stood there.

  When shy submissive Sarah had seen what Candy was doing, she had turned into a wild cat and in the end the two had come to blows. Or slaps in this case. Blake had pulled them apart and dragged Sarah off. All the while poor James still stood there wondering what had just happened.

  It always made Holly smile and got her through these horrible encounters with Candy. All she had to do was picture the way Candy’s head had snapped to the side when Sarah slapped her back.

  Holly cleared some more tables, took a couple of orders, and delivered more meals, before going back to the bar to collect Candy’s drinks. She slowly balanced the tray and made her way back to their table.

  “Took you long enough,” Candy snapped when she finally reached them. “If you hurried up and weren’t such a loser, you would make more tips and not have to live in Emily’s living room.”

  “Five margaritas,” Holly said, smiling, trying her best to ignore Candy’s nasty comment. “Can I take your food orders now or would you like a bit more time?”

  “I think you took long enough. Maybe you should lose some weight. You might be able to get around quicker.” Candy’s words cut deep, but Holly didn’t let it show. Candy might have been skinny, but she dressed like a tart and wore way too much makeup.

  “I’ll give you a few more moments then, shall I?” Holly turned to go, but Candy’s next words had her turning back.

  “I said we were ready to order now.”

  “Excellent. What can I get for you?” Holly pulled her notepad and pen from her pocket and waited to write their order.

  “From what I heard, you got completely wasted the other night and threw your pathetic fat ass at Chase and Jarrod and they turned you down flat.” How the hell did Candy hear that? Damned small towns.

  “What has that got to do with your food order?” Holly asked. She was starting to lose her patience. It didn’t help that it was true.

  “Maybe now that they, too, see what a loser you are, they will finally start coming back to the club. I haven’t played with them in months.” Holly didn’t know what to say to that. She stared blankly at her notepad as tears threatened.

  “But Candy,” one of her friends cut in. “You have never played with either of the Walkers.”

  “Shut up, Amanda,” Candy snapped back. “What would you know? You spend all your time on your knees begging for any scrap of attention.” Apparently Candy was a bitch to everyone that went against her. But knowing Candy had never been with her men made her feel instantly better. Wait, what? Her men? Holly shook the thought from her head.

  “You’re wasting my time,” Holly told them. “I have other orders to take.”

  “We will all have the chicken salad, with the dressing on the side,” Candy said, glaring at her.

  “I’ll have the ribs with some fries and extra ketchup, please, Holly,” Amanda said. Holly smiled at Amanda’s rebellion and turned to go and place their order. While she felt happy that Amanda had found a backbone, she knew Candy was going to give her hell.

  Holly put the order into the kitchen and then did another round of her section. Everything was running smoothly and she hadn’t spilled or dropped anything all night.

  Hurrying back to the bar and grabbing the beer order for one of her tables, she picked up the tray and slowly carried it toward the table. It was filled with beer and heavy, sloshing around as she walked.

  Holly was only meters from the table, when she looked up straight into the eyes of Jarrod. He had just taken a seat in her section and was looking back at her, his face blank of expression. Chase was sitting opposite him, and he swiveled around in his chair to watch her, too.

  Holly tried to plaster a smile on her face, but she felt her cheeks going red with embarrassment and the tray she was carrying became unsteady in her hands. Breaking eye contact, Holly slowly made her way past their table.

  Everything was going well, until she reached Candy. Later Holly wouldn’t be able to prove anything and she wasn’t really sure what happened, but one minute she was walking, and the next she was flying toward the ground, her foot caught on something and the beer she was carrying went hurtling through the air to spill down the front of Wolf’s leathers.

  The tray and glasses crashed to the ground with a resounding smash, and Holly followed her palms sliding across the floor, pain shooting through her wrists and elbows.

  * * * *

  Chase stood and ran to Holly the moment he saw her hit the floor. He heard Jarrod swear and knew he was right behind him. Holly had rolled onto her back and was clutching her wrists to her breast. The pain was evident on her face, and she had tears in her hazel eyes.

  He dropped to his knees next to her, but didn’t touch her. Jarrod knelt down on her other side, and a dripping Wolf knelt next to her head. His partner and friend Hawk loomed over him.

  “Shit, baby,” Chase said. “Where are you hurting?”

  “My wrists,” she answered. “And my elbows, my knees, my ankle…um…my pride.” Chase was surprised when she looked up at Wolf and said, “I’m really sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to spill beer on you again.”

  “Don’t worry about that, little one,” Wolf told her. “You are hurt and need a doctor. My clothes will wash.”

  “Besides,” Hawk added. “Last time it was spaghetti sauce, not beer.” Holly laughed through her tears at Hawk’s joke and C
hase felt the mood lighten.

  Holly was a danger to herself. She really was. They had never met a clumsier woman. She was forever dropping things, spilling things, breaking things, tripping over things, or crashing into things.

  Only this time, it was Chase and Jarrod’s fault. They had startled her by showing up. It was strange, though, that she had seen them and made it past their table before she tripped over.

  Chase groaned as Candy, one of the single subs, walked over.

  “Oh my,” Candy said. “What could have possibly happened? You really need to be more careful, Holly. You could really hurt yourself.”

  “Thanks for your concern, Candy,” Holly said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Chase looked up at the woman from where he knelt next to Holly. She wore a false look of distress and Chase wondered why she had come over. If she was looking to start trouble now, she was in for one hell of a surprise.

  Chase and Jarrod both knew about the shit Candy liked to pull and the trail of hurt she left in her wake. Chase would have to have a word with Wolf and get him to keep her away from Holly.

  He couldn’t worry about that now. He had to get Holly help. Chase grinded his teeth as Candy put her hand on Jarrod’s shoulder and leant over him, her large breasts brushing against his brother’s back.

  “Is there anything I can do to help?” Candy asked. Chase almost snapped when he saw the way she brushed her lips along the shell of Jarrod’s ear. Chase looked down at Holly. She was watching Candy and she wasn’t happy.

  “Yeah,” Holly said. “You can fuck off, get your own man, and stop trying to steal everyone else’s.”

  Chase smiled at her. Whether Holly knew it or not she had just claimed Jarrod in front of a room full of people.

  Jarrod brushed Candy off and stood.

  “Did you hear how she spoke to me?” Candy asked. She was so fake, and Chase could see straight through her false act.

  Jarrod stepped back, not answering her, and looked over at Wolf.

  “You need to do something about her,” he told Wolf. “I will not have Holly upset by her.”