Pleasing Her Racy Doms [Racy Nights 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

“You can throw the used glasses in here.” Evan tore off a large plastic trash bag and handed it to her. “At least they’re all disposable so we don’t have to wash dishes.”

“Want me to save the unused ones?”

“Sure. You never know when we’ll decide to have a party again.” He handed her another crate for the unused glasses.

Thayer gave her a thoughtful look. “Cherilyn, are you sure we aren’t keeping you from something more important tonight?”

“Me? Heck no. All that awaits me is my TV and a big bag of pretzels.” Why had she said that? Was she truly that much of a lame idiot? She’d just made her entire life sound about as exciting as watching paint dry.

“What do you like to watch?”

She stopped in the act of scooping up plastic glasses with lipstick stains and stared at Thayer, certain he was teasing her. He wasn’t. “Cop shows, mostly. You know, like
Law & Order: SVU
, and things like that.”

“No soap operas?” His grin assured her that now he was teasing.

“Right. You caught me. I record them all day long and then sit there half the night with a box of tissues and bags of potato chips, catching up. My secret is out, I guess.”

“I’ll keep it safe, if you promise not to tell anyone that I sleep with my calculator.”

She chuckled. “It’s a deal, Thayer.” A look passed between him and Evan that she couldn’t interpret.

Cherilyn finished with the dirty glasses, and then stacked up the unused ones into the other crate. She followed Evan to the storeroom in the back, carrying both crates.

“You and Melinda Troy have known each other a long time, right?”

“Yes, since we were in kindergarten. We lived right down the street from each other.” Her arm brushed his as they placed the crates side-by-side on a shelf, and a jolt of electricity raced straight to her throbbing clit. She bit back a moan.

“Thayer and I have been friends that long, too.”

“I know.” She didn’t know what else to say. Standing so close to him, breathing in the clean scent of his cologne, and staring into his incredibly blue eyes, all she could seem to think about was kissing him. She would never initiate that, of course, but she couldn’t get the image out of her mind. His mouth looked so inviting.

“Cherilyn, I never had the chance to tell you how sorry I was about Chuck.”

She sighed out loud. “Thank you, Evan. It sucked.”

“I can’t even imagine.”

“But friends like Melinda have helped a lot.” She didn’t want to talk about it. That realization filled her with guilt. But there was nothing more to be said, was there? She’d always be his widow, but would he want her to hide away from life? She was only thirty-four years old. How she wished she could ask him.

“It’s good to see you out like this, among others. I mean I know you come to the gym almost every day, but this is different.”

“Evan, I had a wonderful time tonight. And I don’t just mean because of the party. It’s nice to talk to you and Thayer like this. Almost like we’re friends.”

“We are, in a way.” He looked so uncertain and that surprised her. “We see you every day you’re in here, but never outside of the gym. It’s time we did that.”

She stared at him for a second or two as the realization of what he was saying finally broke through the fog. “Evan, are you asking me out?” Did Doms do that? She had no clue what his lifestyle was all about. Or had she completely misinterpreted what he was saying?

His grin sent a shock wave of desire straight to her clit. “Thayer might be pissed off if I did that. In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t come looking for us by now.”

“I don’t understand.” She had the uncomfortable feeling that she’d just assumed a whole lot of untruth from his comment, and mentally scrambled for a way to save face.

Evan’s face lost the uncertainty as his gaze roamed over her face and hair. “Cherilyn, I know you’ve been through hell, but surely you are aware of the fact that you’re a beautiful sexy woman. Thayer and I both think so.”

Holy shit
. “Um, well, you two aren’t so bad yourselves.” That was an understatement. But how could she tell him the fantasies she’d had about the two of them? He’d think she was a nut job.

“So what’s stopping you?” he asked quietly.

“From doing what?”
Duh
. She knew exactly what he meant now, and she felt like the biggest dumbass on the planet. “Evan, I’m not in the habit of throwing myself at people.” Oh God. Now she just sounded like a prude. She was surprised he hadn’t given up by now.

He brushed her cheek softly with one finger, and this time she couldn’t stop the quiet moan that escaped. “We’d never make you do that.”

“We?” Oh boy. She was slow on the uptake tonight. He wasn’t talking about getting horizontal with only him.

That grin was going to be the undoing of what little self-control she had left. It was hanging on by a thread as it was. The air in the storeroom was suddenly tight and close, but she didn’t want to leave. She wanted him to push her up against the wall and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe.

“We, as in Thayer and I. You game for that?”

“I don’t know. I never have. I mean with two guys at once.” There were a lot of things she’d never done, but he probably knew that.

“Neither have we. I mean two of us with one woman.”

That was a shock.

“So, I’ll ask you again. What’s stopping you?”

“You really want to know?”

He nodded.

“The question of what would Chuck want for me now that he’s gone.”

His gaze softened a bit as he cupped her face with one strong hand. “I can’t answer that. No one can. But I do know if I were him, I’d want you to be happy. I’d want you to honor my memory by living your life. No one can take his place, Cherilyn. I’m not going to try.”

She swallowed against the tears that threatened. Every lonely night she’d spent for the past eighteen months came flooding back. Every tear she’d cried, every prayer she’d uttered, and every frustrated night she’d cried herself to sleep rushed in like the floodgates had just opened. She didn’t want to live like a nun anymore. She wanted this man, and she wanted Thayer as well. She wanted them both, right now, right here in this storeroom if need be.

Cherilyn put her arms around Evan and reached up to kiss him. His lips were as warm and soft as she’d imagined them to be, and it had been so damn long since she’d had a man’s lips on hers that she couldn’t stop one leg from curling around his thigh, or her fingers from tangling in his soft hair.

Loud moans escaped her throat as she parted her lips to let his tongue inside. She was actually dizzy, although that might have been due more to the champagne than his kiss. Either way, she loved it. His hands brushed over her back and down to her ass, settling there as his tongue continued to assault her mouth. She pressed closer, and was rewarded with the pressure of a hard dick against her lower abdomen.

“What the fuck?”

Cherilyn broke the kiss first at the sound of Thayer’s voice. His gaze wasn’t on her. It was planted squarely on Evan, and the expression in his stormy eyes was full of anger and disbelief.

“It’s my fault,” she said. “I kissed him.”

Thayer’s anger melted away into surprise, and then he tilted his head and gave her a thoughtful look. She still hadn’t let go of Evan, and she didn’t want to. His hands were still on her ass, and she hoped he kept them there.

Cherilyn licked her lips and tried not to think. She simply reacted for the first time in her life. Moving one hand from Evan’s hair, she held it out toward Thayer. “Why don’t you come on over and join the party?”

The lust that filled his eyes forced a sigh from her lips. She had been certain he’d say “no fucking way” or something equally deflating. Was this really happening?

“Are you sure?” His voice was quiet, and the fact that it was also a bit shaky caused her heart to give a strange lurch. How could these sexier-than-hell men be unsure of themselves with any woman?

“Very sure,” she whispered.

Evan moaned softly at her words, and then he nuzzled her neck. “Thank you,” he whispered. Cherilyn threw back her head as he planted tiny kisses and nips along her jawline and down her neck. His hat fell off, but neither of them bent down to retrieve it.

Thayer strolled over and moved behind her. As he did, Evan moved his hands off her ass and brushed them over her breasts. Cherilyn moaned loudly, and then her moans turned into a steady drone of pleasure as Thayer grabbed her ass cheeks and kneaded them in his strong hands.

“You have the fucking sexiest ass, Cherilyn.” He kissed her hair, her back, and then her neck. Evan continued lavishing his attention on the other side of her neck.

Cherilyn wasn’t able to process the competing sensations. The erotic images that had raced through her mind all evening, and pretty much every time she’d been to the gym, couldn’t hold a candle to the reality of these men touching her and kissing her at the same time. She didn’t know if it was right, wrong, or someplace in between. She only knew she didn’t want it to stop.

Thayer’s erection pressed up against her ass crack, and Cherilyn let out a loud exhale as he began to grind it against her. When Evan pulled off her workout top, she whispered incomprehensible words as his fingers twisted her nipples into taut peaks. Passion raced like tiny electric jolts across her skin, stinging and burning. Her entire body was on fire. She’d do anything these two men wanted.

Behind her, Thayer let go of her ass long enough to tear off his shirt, and then he moved his hands to the waistband of her workout pants. When he tugged them off, her panties came with them. He took off her socks and shoes as well. As Evan took off his shirt, Thayer grabbed her breasts from behind and kneaded them until she thought she’d go out of her mind with need.

Her breath came in short gasps as she watched Evan take off his shoes, socks, and pants. He tore off his boxers and a thick, red dick sprang out, pointing straight at her, twitching and ready.

“On your knees, Cherilyn.”

His voice was soft but commanding, and it sent waves of tiny contractions straight to her soaking wet pussy. This was really going to happen. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her hands around his cock, licking up and down the shaft in slow, unhurried strokes. She loved the salty, musky taste, and hoped Thayer would let her give him a blow job as well. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

She heard the rustling of clothing, and then Thayer was standing next to Evan, his dick just as big and red and ready. She took it in one hand and kept her other one on Evan’s, alternating between the men. They made sexy noises in the backs of their throats as she licked them. Her pussy was soaking wet now, and her clit had begun to throb. If these two knew how many times she’d imagined doing this they’d be shocked. Or, maybe not.

“That feels fantastic,” said Thayer. “Stand up.”

She did as he asked, and he cupped her face with both hands, staring into her eyes with so much intensity she wasn’t sure if she should be fearful or even more aroused than she was right now. When he kissed her, fireworks exploded inside her head. His tongue moved over hers in delicious ways as Evan kneaded her ass cheeks.

When Evan slapped each one, she moaned loudly into Thayer’s open mouth and pushed her body backward toward him, wanting more. These two were Doms in a BDSM club. Would they do things to her that they did to submissives in the club? Could she handle that? She wasn’t sure what to expect, or what her reactions might be, but she wanted to find out.

Thayer released her mouth. “Did you like that?” he asked quietly. “Did you like Evan spanking you?”

She nodded, unable to find her voice.

“I didn’t quite hear you, Cherilyn.” The tone of his voice nearly made her come. It made it impossible to disobey, and sent shock waves racing across her skin once again.

“Yes. Yes, I liked it.”

“Come with us. We need a bit more room than this storeroom affords.”

She took Thayer’s hand and followed him back into the gym. He flipped the light switches off. Now, the only illumination came from the streetlights along the river walk outside. She’d never been in the gym while it was dark, but Thayer seemed to know where he was going. He led her to the wall behind the squat racks and pushed her against it, pinning her body with his.

“Don’t worry about being seen. The glass is reflective. No one outside can see in here, even with the lights off.”

As if she gave a shit about that right now. He kissed her again, and his dick pressed up against her lower abdomen. She was out of her mind with need. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he gave it a tug. Not hard enough to actually hurt, but just enough so that she knew he meant business. She could hear Evan moving close to them, but she didn’t want to break the spell to see what he was doing.

Thayer released the kiss and took her hand. “Come over here.”

She didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. This was like an erotic dream, only it was more vivid than any dream she’d ever had, and if she was sleeping, she hoped she never woke up. He led her to the reverse incline board that had been placed at approximately a thirty-degree incline, so that when she lay prone against it as he’d told her to do, she was still upright but tilted.

“Put your arms over your head, Cherilyn.” She did as Thayer asked, struggling to breathe. Were they going to tie her to the board? The possibilities raced through her mind at lightning speed as they placed wide latex exercise bands around each wrist, and then tied the ends to the ladder behind the board.

Evan winked at her. “Have to use what equipment we have here.”

“Spread your legs.” Thayer’s voice washed over her like warm honey. How could she refuse him anything? Once her legs were shoulder-width apart, they did the same thing to her ankles, tying an exercise band around each ankle and then fastening it to the ladder. She was bound tightly against the board, but not uncomfortable. Her feet were still planted firmly on the floor so that she wouldn’t slide off.