Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (10 page)

“How did it make you feel, Janie?” Caleb asked, interrupting her.

“Well, at first I didn’t know what to think. I was surprised, I guess. But as I read the book, I became interested. I had to sit in front of a fan, because the condo got too warm. But I finished it and wanted to read more. I just liked it.”

Jeff saw Caleb smile as he tried to control his own grin. Their little librarian was hands down the sweetest, most innocent woman in the world, and she was all theirs.

Now the question was how to proceed and not scare the living shit out of her.

Leaning back, Jeff observed Janie. She was poised, demure, and quite honestly, a social introvert. It wasn’t that she couldn’t hold a conversation with strangers. It was almost if she’d rather not, as if it was her choice to avoid any forms of social interactions.

Was it her choice to remove herself from society, or was there some deeper problem?

Jeff knew if there was going to be any form of relationship, he had to get to the bottom of this, and if he could help her, then he would move heaven and earth to do so.

Just when he was about to suggest something, the fire alarm began blaring throughout the complex. Jeff scooped up Janie as he and Caleb rushed from her condo. They were greeted by the other occupants who, like themselves, were looking for the smoke.

Caleb couldn’t see anything and was about to head back in when the whole complex exploded. The force of the loud explosion sent Caleb hurtling backward as fire and debris reigned down around him.

* * * *

Janie screamed, trying to remove herself from Jeff’s hold. She watched as Caleb lay hurt on the ground, and she was unable to get to him. Something in her needed to get to him, to hold him, to reassure herself that he was okay.

She fought Jeff hard as he opened the passenger side of the truck, placing her in the front seat. “Janie, stay here!” Jeff shouted over the coming fire trucks, ambulance, and police cars as he slammed the truck door, encasing her in a safe place.

The area looked like a demilitarized war zone.

Nothing was left.

Her neighbors stood across the street huddled together, crying, looking lost. She knew what they felt. She was lost, too. Janie watched as Jeff ran to his brother, who still lay motionless on the hard ground. She couldn’t hear what he was shouting, but when Jeff hauled his brother up and over his shoulder, she sighed when Jeff gave her a tentative smile.

Caleb was gonna be okay.

Relief invaded her bones as she sagged into the comfortable leather seat. She turned when Jeff opened that back door, helping his brother to sit. Janie didn’t waste time as she climbed over the seat, hugging Caleb. “Are you all right?”

“Awe, shug, it’s gonna take a lot more than me getting knocked on my ass to hurt me,” Caleb said, wrapping his arms around her.

“I thought...” Janie whispered into his neck, tightening her hold. She sighed and relaxed when Caleb held her tighter. Moving her to where she was on his lap, Janie enveloped herself in his arms. She felt protected and wanted, something so foreign to her, but yet right.

“Janie, I’m really okay. Just got the wind knocked out of me.”

She couldn’t stop them as tears ran freely down her face.

It had been fourteen years since she last cried, and in one second, all those pent-up emotions came rushing forward, robbing her of her breaths. Gasping, she tried unsuccessfully to contain the heaving sobs. Realizing she was fighting a losing battle, she gave herself over to them, letting the emotions consume her.

* * * *

Jeff and Caleb never said a single word as they took Janie and headed back to the ranch. Her cries tore at each of them, and if they knew how to stop them, they would gladly do it. But for some reason, they allowed her this release, almost as if she needed it. It broke their hearts to watch her go through this, but they were thankful that they were there for her to lean on.

After Jeff talked with Braxton, he informed the sheriff that he was taking Janie home with him. Everyone knew Janie lived alone, and the thought of her staying with someone else just didn’t sit well with Jeff.

Looking in his rearview mirror, he saw that Caleb still held her tightly in his arms, soothing her, giving her the support she needed, but her cries still came. He pulled into the drive and turned off the ignition.

Opening the back door, Jeff took Janie from Caleb, who walked ahead and opened the front door. Taking her straight back to the master bedroom, Jeff laid her down on the king-size bed and proceeded to take her clothes off. When she was down to her bra and panties, Caleb handed him a T-shirt and helped him put it on her. Covering her up, they watched as Janie grabbed a pillow and hugged it close, curling up into a ball and softly crying into it.

“Caleb, go shower and get changed. I’ll stay here with Janie.”

“All right,” Caleb said and turned to leave.

Jeff removed his boots and slid in behind Janie, holding her body close to his. “Cry it all out, baby. I’ve got ya,” he whispered, kissing her neck.

And that was exactly what she did.

* * * *

In the following days, Jeff and Caleb rearranged their routine to accommodate Janie’s job. After the explosion, the outpouring of volunteers surprised Janie. She never thought so many people would jump at the chance to help.

When the neighboring ranches heard what had happened, several of Jeff and Caleb’s neighbors arrived with baskets of clothes, food, and any other provision Janie could possibly need. But it was the generosity of Emma Quinn who touched her the most.

Emma Quinn was the wife to three men, and a survivor herself. Though Janie didn’t want to intrude and ask, she knew the first moment she met her. Emma opened her arms and welcomed Janie, and from then on they were almost inseparable.

Janie never truly had a real girlfriend, and it took some getting used to, but thanks to Emma’s ability to listen, and her carefree attitude, she made her adjustments easier.

Life on the ranch took time to get used to. Though Janie never shied away from a challenge, the day-to-day hours were hard, that and she felt she owed it to the brothers to help by cooking and cleaning. They had told her several times it wasn’t necessary, but she just couldn’t stay with them and not give anything back. But what she really wanted to give back, they refused, and God knew she had tried.

Oh, they talked and talked about everything, desires, hopes, wishes, and wants. And they even discussed at length her inability to comprehend her feelings. It was becoming exhausting when all she wanted to do was to show them.

Janie knew she was better at showing than expressing, but every time she tried, they refused her offer.

She slept naked with her bedroom door open.

She would purposefully forget her towel and would walk naked back to her room.

She cuddled and wiggled closely to them as they all watched television.

Hell, she even started wearing jeans, and she hated jeans.

* * * *

The last straw was three days ago, when she was in the kitchen cooking dinner with only an apron on. When they came in, they stopped dead in their tracks, said hi, and headed straight for their bedrooms. If she didn’t know any better, she would swear they were testing her.

No matter what she did, they refused to have sex with her and it was beginning to piss her off!

* * * *

A couple of days later, Janie and Emma were in town at the local grocery store, picking up items for the upcoming barbeque the following weekend, when Janie had had enough.

“Emma, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure, honey, shoot.”

“How do you—I mean, how could I, you know, get someone—I need sex!” Janie said a little too loudly, attracting other shoppers in their area. Her face flushed beet red.

Emma smiled and replied, “Wait a minute. You mean to tell me you have been out at the JC for three weeks now and neither of those boneheads has touched you?”

Not for lack of trying on my part!

“Well, Caleb and I did before the condo exploded, but nothing since,” Janie admitted.

“And you’re horny?”

Hornier than a two-dicked billy goat!

“Yes.”

“And they haven’t?” Emma replied, discreetly using the index-finger-in-the-hole prop.

Giggling at the visual, Janie said, “No.”

“What is it exactly are you asking, Janie?”

How do I get them to spank me, whip me, and fuck me seven ways till Sunday!

“How do I make them want to have sex with me?” Janie asked.

“You want to entice them. Get them so riled up they won’t stop till they blow their loads?”

Uh, I want them hard, hot, and ready to fuck for days!

Blushing, Janie smiled. “Yes.”

“Oh, honey, we need to drive to Celestial. I so have to show you something.” Emma laughed loudly.

It was late when Emma dropped Janie off at the ranch. Saying good-bye, Janie looked at her watch and figured she had about thirty minutes to get ready. Running into the house, she made her preparations for a night to remember.

* * * *

They were dog tired.

After getting up before the sun rose and coming home after it set, all Jeff and Caleb wanted was a hot shower, a hot meal, and a comfortable bed, hopefully in that order.

Janie had been relentless after she recovered from her crying spell. The instant she put the whole explosion behind her, she had a one-track mind, to get them to tie her, spank her, whip her, and fuck her. Though the brothers would have easily obliged, they had agreed that Janie needed to understand the emotional implications of what a submissive went through, along with setting some physical boundaries. Talking with her was a bust. She had yet to completely open up and be honest with them. She knew enough about the lifestyle to mentally understand it all, but she still closed herself off from everything else.

Her mind was too analytical. She couldn’t comprehend the physical aspects of a spanking, let alone the true meaning of a safe word, which she eventually absolutely refused to have.

Caleb knew Jeff would never touch her without one, so he took it upon himself to try and explain. He gave it his best shot, but the stubborn woman still refused, saying “why do I need one if I haven’t had anything done to me to need the use of one.” Caleb admitted she had a point and tried to talk Jeff into a simple scene, but he refused.

This standoff was literally killing him. Caleb could handle the cuddling the seductive bantering. Hell, he even could handle watching her fine ass shake in jeans, but when she started walking around naked, enough was enough!

Caleb had already sampled her delicious pussy, and he was hungry for more. He had to figure something out and quick before his balls turned a permanent shade of blue, because last night’s floor show just about killed him, and he smiled as he remembered every delicious second.

There they were, all sitting at the table, quietly finishing their dinner, when Janie asked if they were ready for dessert.

“Damn, Janie, you’re spoiling us.” Caleb smiled, shaking his head yes.

“All right, I’ll be right back.”

She returned with a tray laden with all sorts of condiments, from cherries and whipped cream to honey and pineapples, the works. She quietly placed the tray on the table and returned to the kitchen only to reemerge with another tray. This one held ice cream and an assortment of fruit.

“Uh, Janie—what exactly are we having for dessert?” Jeff cautiously asked.

With a playful grin, she replied, “Me!”

It was at that moment she pulled a remote out of her apron and pushed play. The sounds of Def Leppard’s, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” played throughout the house.

They watched with stunned faces as Janie removed the apron and stood before them gloriously naked. It was at that moment they realized they should have run screaming from the room, but did they? No! They sat there like two dazed idiots, deciding whether to scratch their dicks or stroke their balls!

Their dessert instantly became a full-on erotic live porn show, as Janie slowly and seductively climbed on top of the dining room table. With great purpose and agility, she moved to the beat of the music.

They stared in shock as she dressed herself with their dessert, rubbing and applying whatever her heart desired. He actually groaned when she rolled on the table, arching her back, giving him a wonderful view of her firm ass. But that wasn’t all he saw, because when she opened her legs, a small cherry had lodged itself at the entrance of her creamy pussy. Turning her head, she looked directly at him. “Wanna bite my cherry, Caleb?”

Caleb had to admit to himself that Janie had some moves. Her pelvic grinding action with her legs spread was titillating to watch, but when she crawled over to him, leaned back, and spread her knees wide, he erupted in his pants violently!

Jeff, on the other hand, did everything he could to remain seated, but when Janie crawled over to him on hands and knees, he shot up from his chair and discreetly as possible left the room, cursing every step of the way.