Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (20 page)

Janie desperately wanted to grab their cocks. Her fingers ached to feel their soft, silky shafts as she stroked them, bringing them pleasure. But the assault on her breasts was all that she could concentrate on.

Releasing her nipples, Jeff traded places with Caleb.

“No coming, sub,” Jeff ordered.

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered.

Oh God, what the hell were they going to do now?

Before she could answer that question, Jeff plunged his hard cock all the way into her tight ass. Grabbing her legs and spreading them wide, he began to pound into her behind.

Gasping and desperately wanting the use of her hands, she was stunned when Caleb stepped forward, shoving his dick into her pussy. Using her breast as an anchor, he, too, plunged hard in and out of her wet channel.

She was stuck.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t touch, and couldn’t reciprocate. She could only feel and receive pleasure. Her world was closing in on her. The feel of both of them as they fucked her wildly was too much. Her body coiled. Her breath stilled. She was going to come!

Then as fast as they brought her to the pinnacle, they stopped. Each stepping back, they walked around her, surveying their prize. Janie was panting, sweat beading on her forehead. Her head fell forward as she tried to control her out of control body.

Smack
!

Smack
!

Smack
!

Janie screamed out as the heat spread over her ass.

“Please, I need to come,” Janie moaned as three more smacks landed in quick succession across her ass.

Neither said anything as they continued their devilish torment against her body, sending her senses reeling. Looking up, her eyes widened when she saw Jeff with a pair of clothespins. “What the fuck do you think you’re gonna do with them?” she asked, already knowing.

Jeff just grinned wickedly and attached the pins to her erect nipples. Grabbing her legs, he quickly spread them and slowly pushed his way into her dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Janie groaned as Jeff began moving. Her body was hyperaware and overstimulated. The slow grinding movements were teasing her. She needed to come like she needed air to breathe.

“Want me to fuck your ass, Janie?” Caleb purred against her back as he trailed his tongue down her neck.

“Yes! Fuck me till I come,” she begged.

“No,” he whispered and smacked her ass again, hard.

Janie couldn’t figure them out. Were they playing a game? She knew they wanted her. She knew their cocks had to be hurting by now, needing release. How much longer could they go on like this? Nothing made sense.

She was in torment, and they were holding the reins. They said they loved her. They wanted to marry her. She knew they were dominants. She had read how rough it could get. She was prepared mentally for it, but the physical part was another story. She couldn’t continue. She needed to come. Her swollen pussy was weeping as Jeff continued his slow, loving assault. Even Caleb’s licking her neck and spanking her was heightening her arousal, but yet every time she came close, they backed away.

She was exhausted. Her body was tired, and her pussy was to the point of hurting, and yet they refused her orgasm.

“Please. I need to come,” she whimpered and begged, pleading with them to allow her this release.

“You wanna come, Janie. We would
love
to see you come,” Caleb whispered as he teased her ass with his cock, popping his head in and out of her hole, driving her further into agony.

“Yes, Caleb, please let me come.”

“No.”

“Why? Why won’t you let me?” Janie asked as tears began to fall down her cheeks. She didn’t want to do this anymore. She loved them, but this was too much. Her body was humming wildly. She needed release.

Then it hit her.

She knew what they were waiting for.

Looking up, she saw that Jeff was staring at her intently, still slowly thrusting his cock into her. “I love you,” she whispered as Caleb shoved his pole into her and began thrusting hard into her ass. Jeff sped up, pounding her pussy as he licked her nipples.

Their loving became furious as they continued hammering into her.

She was so close. Her nerves were shot. Her body was flying. Her pussy tightened, and she was there once again on the cusp.

“Now, my love, come now!” Jeff shouted as he thrust one more time, shooting his seed deep into her cunt. Janie let go, screaming out her release as her body shook with such a force, Jeff had to hold tighter to her hips. She felt Caleb sink deeper into her ass, eliciting another orgasm from her as he, too, shot his load deep within her.

Janie let her head fall back against Caleb’s shoulder as the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm continued, until she passed out.

Jeff leaned against the doorjamb and looked on as Janie and Caleb slept peacefully snuggling into each other. Everything in his world felt right.

For his whole life, Jeff had taken care of Caleb. He loved his brother, but sometimes Caleb could get himself into some pretty risqué circumstances. Caleb wasn’t book smart like Jeff. Hell, getting Caleb through high school took some doing. Even when the dumbass went and followed him into the Navy, Jeff did everything he could to keep his baby brother out of trouble. But no matter what Jeff did, trouble followed Caleb. So when Caleb opted to get of the Navy and return to the ranch, Jeff couldn’t have been happier. That was until a year later, when Jeff got a call from Braxton telling him he needed to get his ass home pronto before he put Caleb’s ass in jail.

Giving up a naval career, he resigned his commission and rescued his brother from a lengthy jail sentence. Jeff figured what Caleb needed was an outlet to channel his extreme tendency to wreak havoc. Begging Gabriel to take on Caleb wasn’t that bad, but when Caleb started pillaging submissives without their dominant’s permission, Jeff wanted to give up on him.

Thank God for Janie!

It was about that time she moved to Treasure Cove, and everything changed. Jeff knew immediately that she was the woman for them, but it took longer for Caleb to feel that way. Jeff figured Caleb was still reeling from their last submissive, who, like the others, had taken more than she had given. Jeff had tried unsuccessfully to get Caleb to slow down when it came to giving his heart away, but his headstrong brother never listened. It took Caleb five seconds to fall in love with Margot, Sarah, Candice, and their latest fiasco, Brittany.

God, the thought of that hell-bitch still rankled Jeff. He knew eventually he was going to have to do something about her. He just hoped she had more sense than stupidity. Guess he was wrong.

Janie was his top priority, and with Caleb now focused on being a good husband, Jeff could finally relax and enjoy life.

A soft knock at the door had Jeff closing the bedroom door on the sleeping couple as he went to see who was invading his serenity at three in the morning.

Jeff was surprised to see Braxton and his deputy waiting on the front porch. Quietly shutting the door behind him, Jeff stepped out into the chilly morning air.

“Little early for a social call, don’t you think?”

Braxton sighed. “Sorry, Jeff. This couldn’t wait. Tell him, Brannon.”

Jeff looked at the deputy sheriff and saw that Brannon looked worried. Something told him that his five minutes of relaxation were over.

“I think someone is trying to kill Janie,” Brannon blurted out.

“Excuse me?” Jeff asked, stunned.

“Boy, we have to work on your delivery,” Braxton chastised, punching his deputy in the shoulder.

Brannon grinned. “What? I told him, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but you left out the middle!” Braxton shouted.

“Janie and Caleb are sleeping. I would like to keep them that way, so lower your voices and tell me what the fuck is going on,” Jeff demanded.

“Well, the Feds found a link between the fire at the Mill, the Treasure Condos, and the town library. They were all done by one person,” Brannon offered.

“Okay. Great, go get your arsonist. What does this have to do with Janie?” Jeff asked.

Braxton pushed his deputy aside and began. “What dipshit over here is trying to say is that not only are the fires related, but the arsonist has made it personal. We don’t know how Janie is connected to the Mill, but her condo and the library are connected to her. Someone is after her, Jeff. At Condo, it was Janie’s place where the Feds found her gas line cut. That is what caused the explosion. Did you know that Janie asked for the day off so she could be at the barbeque? She was scheduled to work at the library, according to the town council. And after you boys went home, we found a picture in the rubble of Janie tied up at the Cave with a red
X
marked on her back.”

“Fuck!” Jeff growled, running his hands through his hair. He didn’t need this shit. Tonight was the best night of his life, and now thanks to some fucking asshole, he couldn’t enjoy it. He wanted to murder someone.

“This is all preliminary stuff, Jeff, but it doesn’t look good. You need to keep an eye on Janie,” Brannon offered.

“I know that, Brannon! I need to take care of Janie. I need to take care of Caleb. I need to take care of this ranch and my wayward sister. Shit man, my whole life is need to!
Fuck
!” Jeff shouted as he turned and punched the side of the house.

The instant crack was heard loudly.

“
Fuck
! Damn, damn, damnit!” Jeff hollered, holding his hand as the pain shot up his arm.

Just fucking great!

“Look, Jeff, you just take care of Janie. Brannon and I will handle the rest,” Braxton said cautiously.

Nodding, Jeff leaned against the house and watched two of his best friends drive off. He didn’t know what he was going to do. He couldn’t tell Caleb ‘cause his brother would just go off half-cocked and start threatening anyone who looked funny. Jeff didn’t want to worry Janie, because she had been through enough shit already, and he feared this might set her back. He couldn’t just up and leave with them, because the ranch needed work, and add in the barrage of questions Caleb would ask, and it wasn’t worth it.

Nope. He had to stay put and figure this out. What he needed to do was figure out how he could keep Janie safe and still do what needed to be done on the farm. With branding season right around the corner, he knew his schedule was only going to get worse. He had planned on hiring more hands to help ease the load, but his presence was still going to be needed on site, which took him away from Janie.

He thought about asking Emma, but that thought was quickly dashed. His cousin had enough on her plate already with her men and Tabitha. There was Macie, but with the diner needing to be rebuilt, and avoiding the Jenkins brothers, Macie was going to be preoccupied with other things.

Maybe I can ask Gabriel? Oh hell no! Mack would have a field day and God knows what trouble Janie would get into.

What Jeff needed was someone with nothing better else to do than to sit and make merry with Janie. Someone he knew would who could befriend her easily, and not worry that there was danger around. He needed someone with enough balls to tell everyone to fuck off, and enough gumption to stand their ground if faced with trouble. Someone who was unexpected, someone this town wouldn’t fuck with. Problem was, the only person who fit that description was the last person Jeff would ask. He would rather chew off his own hand than call her.

Fuck
!

* * * *

Margaret Romanov Hicks was a bitch. That was one of the nicer words to describe his mother. She was outspoken, rude, hateful, devious, conniving, adulterous, a thief, and the mother to Jeffery, Caleb, and Antoinette Hicks. And to make matters worse, she was sitting in his living room.

There was no love lost between them as he stared at his birth mother, but for the life of him, Caleb couldn’t understand why Jeff called the evil witch.

When he woke this morning, he found himself wrapped around Janie with a very nice morning wood and wanted nothing more than to stick it right into Janie’s waiting pussy. But no, Jeff walked in right as he was pulling the covers off her and said they had a guest.

Guest my ass. She is the devil incarnate!

Now he was horny, cranky, and needed to find that voodoo doll Annie had gotten him while she was in Louisiana for Mardi Gras. The thought of stabbing a needle into the doll that looked like his mother almost made up for missing out on morning sex with Janie.

“Caleb Daniel, aren’t you going to say hello?” the bitch asked.

“I was raised if I don’t have anything nice to say, I best not say anything at all,” he replied, smiling.

“That never stopped you,” his mother muttered.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“Jeffery called me,” she replied.

“Figured that much,” Caleb said, looking around for Jeff.

Where the fuck did he run off to?

“So, how are things with you, Caleb?” she asked, trying to make small talk.