Authors: J. Rose Allister
“Whose birthday is it?” she asked.
“Yours, of course,” Nash said.
She gave him a puzzled grin. “My birthday was months ago. The day I met you and Connor, actually.”
“Not that birthday,” Connor said. “While you were asleep in a hospital, I believe you missed some others.”
Her smile faded. He pulled her closer to the table, where she saw the cakes all had
Happy Birthday Terra
scrawled on top of the white icing. The three candles were numeral-shaped. 18, 19, 20.
She laid her hand over her mouth, but the tears she’d forbidden fell anyway.
“What’s wrong?” Nash said, pulling his hat off. “Did we upset you?”
She shook her head, swallowing down emotion so she could speak. “No. It’s perfect.”
“We didn’t mean to make you cry,” Connor said, lifting her chin. “We wanted this to be a happy occasion.”
“It is. Happier than you know.”
She kissed him then, softly and with more than just gratitude. “Thank you so much for coming up with all this for me.”
“To be fair,” Connor said, “it was Nash’s idea.”
“Really?” She eyed Nash with a raised brow.
He shrugged casually, and she pulled away from Connor to walk over to him. She took his face in her hands and watched the way the candlelight hit the gold flecks in his eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Then she kissed him boldly, passionately. His hands went to her shoulders, and she silently prayed to feel them slide down to cup her breasts. Instead, he pulled away gently.
“You’d better blow out your candles,” he said. “And open your presents.”
“Don’t forget to make a wish,” Connor said as she turned. “One for each cake.”
“I’d say my own three wishes are already standing right here,” she said. “Us together.”
Nevertheless, she closed her eyes and made wishes as she dutifully blew out each tiny flame. She grinned at the men as the acrid smoke of the candles curled around her nostrils.
“Am I really going to have to eat all this cake?” she asked. “I don’t think I’ll fit into this dress if I do.”
“Of course you do.” Nash sliced into the first cake and removed a sliver. “One favorite flavor for each of us. I reckon this chocolate is your favorite.”
“You reckon right,” she said. He picked off a bite and fed it to her by hand. She sucked the sweet frosting off his finger and saw the yellow in his eyes begin to flicker.
“Yellow cake is mine,” Connor said, pulling a piece off the center cake and adding it to the bite in her mouth.
“And I prefer a cowboy favorite, red velvet,” Nash finished. The bite he pulled off the heart-shaped cake to feed her missed the target, and icing smeared on her lips.
She licked it off with a laugh. “If that’s your favorite, maybe I should be feeding it to you.”
She reached down and pulled off a bigger hunk with her fingers and shoved it square at his face. It landed near, but not in, his mouth. Cake crumbs dropped between them, and the kiss that followed was sticky-sweet.
“You’re next,” she told Connor.
He gave her a mischievous look. “If this is how we’re gonna eat cake, I better get prepared first.”
With that, he slid off his tuxedo jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Good thinkin’,” Nash said. “Not sure the rental place will want to clean red food colorin’ out of these.”
She shot him a wicked grin. “I think I like your way of eating cake.”
Both men were shirtless within moments, and she felt a distinct stirring at the sight of their hard muscles. Right then, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do more than to smear every inch of them with frosting and lick them clean.
Connor cut off a slice of yellow cake and held it out to her. “Be my guest.”
She put a hunk up to his lips, pressing it inside when he opened for her. “Yep, I definitely like this cake idea,” she said.
He grabbed her then, pulling her against his hot, hard chest as he kissed her. His lips and tongue were sweet when he plunged the latter into her mouth, and her entire body flamed at his hunger. His hands slid down to cup her ass cheeks, which he held in place while he pressed his obviously hard cock against her.
“We better get those presents open,” Nash said, and his voice came from very close behind her. “Now or never.”
Terra dragged her lips from Connor’s. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Connor’s giving me a present right now.”
Nash pressed himself close to her back and growled in her ear. “And I aim to join him at it. But trust me, I think you’ll want these other gifts first.”
At that moment, she could have given half a hot damn about opening any gift that didn’t lie below the men’s waists, but she had to admit Nash’s words, and especially the seductive tone he said them in, intrigued her.
She reached for the first package, but Nash stopped her. “Not that one,” he said. “It’s a sexy nightie.”
“Ever hear of waiting until a package is open before saying what it is?” she said, teasing.
Nash shrugged. “Open the next one. It’s from me.”
She reached for a long slender box with pink paper and tore it open. Then she laughed. “Is this a riding crop?”
“Of sorts,” Connor said, rubbing her ass. “But the plan ain’t for you to use it on a horse.”
“No?” She fingered the long leather crop suggestively. “Just someone who’s hung like one.”
“Two someones,” Nash said. He held out a smaller box while a distinct glimmer brightened in his eyes. “Hurry and open mine. Happy belated twentieth—and twenty-first, since I didn’t get you nothin’ for that one, either.”
She took the red-ribboned box and shook it. Something fairly weighty shifted inside it, and she thought she heard a clinking sound. Inside she found something that set off a warm tingle between her legs.
“Since you seemed to have a thing for tyin’ me up,” he said as she lifted the leather collar and matching wrist cuffs. “I hope you like it.”
She leaned close to his ear and flicked out her tongue to tease his earlobe. “Take me inside and I’ll show you how much.”
The men wasted no time practically dragging her to the new bedroom they would all share. A four-poster bed waited, already covered with a simple, navy-blue comforter and plump pillows. The single lamp in the corner was dim, but enough to see as clothes practically flew every which way—except for her beautiful dress, which she laid with care over a tall dresser. Two cocks pointed straight at her when they were all naked.
“Which one of us deserves to be cuffed?” Nash asked. “Or should I just hold my hands out in front of me now?”
She shook her head. “Not either of you.” She held up the restraints. “Do me.”
“Fuck yes, I’ll do you,” Nash said, his eyes raking her up and down. “I’ve been waiting for days to
do
you.”
Connor was suspiciously quiet as the men moved forward to take the collar and cuffs from her hand.
“You sure about this?” he asked at last while he held up the collar. A pleasingly generous length of chain was attached to a loop on the front of it, effectively turning it into a leash. She smiled. Connor sure could have used that baby the night he tamed a bad wolf on the motel room floor.
“Oh, I’m positive,” she said.
“Then the safety word is ‘freedom,’” Connor said. “You say it any time you feel uncomfortable and want us to stop.”
“I didn’t give Nash a safety word when I bound him up.”
Nash gave a tiny grunt. “That was a bit of a different situation.” He stared at her with an intensity that heated her blood. “Though just for the record, I wouldn’t have needed to use it.”
He had the cuffs in his hand, and as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, she felt him take her wrist and slide the leather into place around it. The kiss was gentle and faint, much like the one that had awakened her need for him in the doorway of the motel room. That seemed a lifetime ago.
“Let me know if these are too tight,” Nash whispered while he slipped the other restraint on. Connor had moved behind her, his body heat palpable as he fitted the collar around her neck.
She tugged on the cuffs to test their strength. “They’re fine.”
The men stepped back as if appraising their handiwork, and she felt her nipples tighten as they took in every inch of her naked, bound body. The only part of her hidden from them was her bare cunt, which she still kept shaved. Her hands were clasped in front of it.
“Since it’s my birthdays,” she said seductively, “you have to give me what I want. So don’t just stand there, cowboys. Hurry up and fuck me or something.”
“I vote for ‘or somethin’’,” Nash said. “But not for long.”
He picked up the crop that had been placed on the bed. He snapped the wider paddle end against his palm, and she smiled. Connor took hold of the end of the chain attached to her collar and gave a gentle tug.
“Put her against the bedpost,” Nash said. “Too bad I didn’t think to handcuff her to it.
Connor backed her up so her backside was pressed to the wooden post, and he lifted her arms over her head. “Grab the post,” he said with a tone of command. “Hang onto it and don’t let go until I say.”
She did as instructed, feeling very wanton and naughty taking orders while exposed to him this way. This was how life would be now. No more nights alone, thrashing around in bed while pining for her men. They had command of her and she of them.
Nash climbed on the bed behind her and rubbed the crop softly against her bare ass. “What’s the safety word again?” he whispered in her ear.
She gave a little laugh. “I thought you said we wouldn’t need it.”
The crop came back and gave a stinging little snap against her tender flesh. “Say it.”
“Freedom,” she replied. “Though I don’t think I’ve ever quite felt so free as when you two just tied me up.”
Connor gave an animal growl at that, and he moved in closer. He grasped a length of the leash chain taut between his hands and slid it over her chest, rubbing the cool metal up and down over both her nipples. She let out a tiny gasp as the buds stiffened to his touch, and an even louder moan came out when Nash followed up with another slap of the crop.
“I want to see these pretty, round cheeks of yours all lit up for me,” he said, delivering another firm, yet not rough, blow. “You remember that safety word, now. Because otherwise, I ain’t gonna stop until your fine ass is ribbed with pink. Then I’m gonna sink my cock into it.”
Connor moved in to replace the cold, hard chain on her tits with his hot mouth, and she squirmed in delight against the pole. Nash gave her rapid, staccato blows with the crop, not hard enough to truly injure her, but enough to feel the blows well after they’d gone. Her ass warmed up, and she started wriggling with each slap. The stinging pain mingled exquisitely with the pleasure of Connor’s wet tongue on her breasts, and she soon felt dampness soaking her inner thighs.
“Your scent is drivin’ me crazy,” Connor said in a rushed, almost breathless tone while he devoured her nipples. “I can smell how bad you want it.”
She spread her legs apart slightly. “Then stop teasing me and show me what you plan to do about it.”
With that, he dropped to his knees. She expected his tongue, but stiffened and cried out when the end of the cold chain was pressed against her bare lips, rubbing back and forth against the sensitive flesh there.