McKenzie, Cooper - Daria's Heroes [Men Out of Uniform 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

“What’s going on?” Gage asked as he stepped into the room.

“We’re about to have a talk,” Roman said.

“Now?”

Roman nodded. “Right now. Get yourself a glass of juice and join us.”

Daria frowned at him, her bottom lip pooching out just a bit. “How come he gets juice and I have to drink milk?”

She looked so cute pouting that Roman could not help himself. He leaned down and brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Because, sweet Daria, Gage has a severe sensitivity to milk.”

“Oh,” she said, looking surprised. “Why didn’t I know about this?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Gage said as he sat down in the chair she had used. “You didn’t finish your sandwich.”

Roman watched as Gage picked up the last quarter of the sandwich, smashed it appropriately flat, and held it up to Daria’s lips. Roman waited until she finished eating before reaching a hand out to his partner.

“Daria, the first thing you need to understand is that we are not gay. We are monogamously bisexual,” Roman said carefully as he slid his hand around so it lay over her beating heart.

“What does that mean, you’re monogamously bisexual?” She looked from him to Gage and back again.

“It means that the only men we’re attracted to is each other. And the only woman we have any interest in is you,” Gage said gently as he reached out and took Daria’s hand between his. “What we want to know is whether or not you’re interested in us, too.”

Chapter 4

Daria watched Roman’s mouth move, heard the words he said, but still had a hard time comprehending what he meant. She stared into his bright blue eyes as she tore apart his statement into small, manageable pieces.

They were not gay.

They were both attracted to her.

They wanted to know if she was attracted to them?

Before she could scream, “Hell yeah,” she reached down with the hand Gage was not holding. Pinching her thigh, pain shot from the skin between her fingertips to her brain.

Okay, she was awake and not in the throes of some bizarre shock-induced dream.
But what does it mean?

She did not realize she had spoken out loud until Roman brushed a kiss on her hair and said softly, “It means, baby girl, that we want you here with us, in our lives and in our bed. We want to be your men.”

“But…but…how can we do that?” Daria turned to look at Roman, who looked just as serious as Gage did.

“All you have to do is say yes and we’ll work the rest out,” Roman said. His voice was soft and intense as he leaned closer and brushed his lips back and forth over hers.

Her body went weak at the touch. Her nipples stood up and begged for attention as her pussy went soft and wet in preparation for sex.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I think I’ve wanted you since the day Mrs. Stone brought me home and you were there cutting the grass.”

“Just Roman?” Gage asked, sounding hesitant.

She squeezed his hand and turned to smile at him. A big yawn escaped before she said, “No, I wanted both of you, but you were committed to one another, and I couldn’t have chosen between you if someone had pointed a gun to my head. Not then and not now. I want you both. But I still don’t see how we can do this.”

Gage smiled, looking like a happy man, and then his gaze shifted to Roman, and his smile slowly melted away. “There is something else we need to talk about, angel.”

“More? I don’t think there could be anything bigger than this,” she joked before yawning again.

She looked from one to the other when neither spoke. They exchanged a glance, and Roman gave a slight shake of his head to which Gage nodded in agreement. Then both men turned their attention to her.

“More can wait until tomorrow. For now we can all do with some rest,” Roman said as he gave her a squeeze for helping her climb from his lap.

* * * *

As soon as Daria was on her feet, Gage leaned forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and stood with her dangling from his shoulder.

“Gage! What are you going?” she yelped as he followed Roman across the kitchen.

“You’re tired, and I thought I’d give you a ride upstairs.” He chuckled, patting the back of her thigh. “Now just relax and trust me. I’m a fireman and trained to rescue damsels in distress.”

He could not help but grin at his Master when Daria giggled then slid her hands in the back pockets of his jeans. Roman looked at them and smiled in approval.

Once they climbed the stairs, Gage walked into the guestroom before setting Daria on her feet again. He looked around at the room then to the woman and knew they were doing the right thing.

“I brought you a T-shirt to wear and a new toothbrush.” He waved toward the corner of the bed where he had left a set of towels and everything else he thought she might need that they had in the storage cabinet.

He watched as Daria looked around the room that she had helped them paint a soft peach three years earlier. They had made her pick out the paint and most of the furnishings but did not tell her why. Truth was, they had wanted to claim her the minute she turned twenty-one except for the promise Mrs. Stone had extracted from them to give her another four years.

Seeing her look around the room they had put together just for her made the wait worthwhile. He wondered how long it would be until she preferred sleeping with them to sleeping in here.

“You want me to sleep in here?” she asked as she looked past him to Roman, who stood in the doorway.

Gage turned as well to look toward the man he loved more than anything. The man who ruled his life with a velvet-covered iron fist.

Roman smiled gently at them. “Daria, we would love to have you in our bed tonight and every night, but we are not going to push anything on you. You’ve had a hell of a day and night and if you would prefer to sleep in here alone, we will abide by your decision. But if you wish to join us in our room, you are more than welcome.”

Gage watched Daria out of the corner of his eye. He had to swallow hard to keep from groaning in need when she licked at her lips with her pink tongue. He had to look away when she bit her bottom lip as she considered the situation.

“I’d like to sleep with you, please,” she said.

Roman nodded with a smile. “We’d like that, sweetheart. But just so you know, we have a rule about no clothes in bed. Why don’t you go ahead and get ready for bed? We’ll meet you in there, okay?”

Before Daria could turn away, Gage wrapped an arm around her and brushed a kiss over her hair. “Take your time. We’ll wait.”

He followed Roman across the landing and into their room.

He waited until the water in the guest bathroom began to run. “Why didn’t you tell her the rest? She needs to know.”

Roman gave him the look that said he was dancing on the edge of insubordination. In this room more than anywhere else in the house, Gage submitted totally to his master, but at this moment, he needed to understand.

“I think we’ve overwhelmed her enough for one night. Especially after the fire and everything else that she went through today. We’ll tell her in a day or two, once she’s found her feet. By then she’ll probably have figured it out. She’s known for some time that I’m the boss in this relationship. She just doesn’t know how much of a boss I am,” Roman said.

He took off his own clothes and tossed them on the bed before going into the bathroom they’d built out of the bedroom that had been between their room and Daria’s. Gage stripped down and put his clothes and Roman’s in the clothes hamper.

When Roman emerged, Gage went in for a super-quick shower. After brushing his teeth, he tidied the room before turning off the light and returning to the bedroom. Daria was in the bed alone with the covers pulled to her neck. She looked scared.

Daria looked in his face then her eyes dropped slowly down his body. He felt the brush of her gaze like a hand gently stroking his skin. He felt his cock twitch and begin to stiffen. He saw her swallow hard as she watched his erection come to life until it was pointing straight out in front of him, long and strong.

He turned around slowly then grinned when he once again faced her and met her wide-eyed gaze. “Like what you see?”

She slowly nodded her head up and down.

“Do I get to see you?”

Daria dropped her face until her chin rested on her chest. Then her head moved slowly from side to side one time.

“Daria? Can’t we see your beautiful body?” Roman asked from the doorway to the landing.

Looking past the man, Gage deduced that he had gone back downstairs to lock the doors and turn out the lights. Which was why he’d put his boxer shorts back on, which he now peeled off and hung on the doorknob. When he straightened, Gage had to swallow at the sight of his man naked and as aroused as he was.

Daria looked at Roman for a long, long moment before she lowered the blanket to her waist. Gage sucked a breath as his eyes widened when he saw the scars on her ribs and breasts. They were white with age, but the lines and circles gave him a real good idea of why she had ended up in Mrs. Stone’s care.

Someone had done some serious damage to his angel. But that was the past. Now was the present, and this was their time to show her how beautiful and loving they knew her to be.

Gage approached the bed slowly and climbed in next to her, wanting nothing more than to kiss her and assure her that she was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. His eyes met Roman’s as his Master crawled in on her other side.

“Daria, are you on the pill?” Roman asked gently as they settled down next to her with the covers pulled only as high as their hips.

“No, I tried them, but they made me sick,” she whispered, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Gage laid his hand on her arm and began to stroke up and down the soft flesh, hoping to soothe her. “That’s okay, angel, we’ll take care of it.”

Roman looked at him and mouthed the word “Condom?”

Gage shook his head. They had not kept condoms in the house in years.

“For tonight, though, there will be no intercourse,” Roman stated as he looked across their woman. Gage saw the raging hunger in his Master’s expression. What was he planning?

“Huh?” Daria asked, sounding more than a little disappointed.

“It means that we’ll have to get creative in making love to our beautiful baby girl,” Roman explained as he leaned over her and claimed her lips.

Gage held back and watched as Roman seduced their woman, building her hunger, setting her arousal on fire. He knew that he would have his turn when Roman allowed it. For now he was quite happy watching as Master kissed and caressed Daria until she began to pant and shift her hips on the bed.

When Roman lifted his head and met Gage’s eyes, he was not sure what the other man wanted.

“Show our woman what you do best,” Roman ordered softly as his eyes cut down her body.

“Yes, Master,” Gage answered in an automatic response to the power-filled tone of Roman’s voice.

As he returned to kissing and playing with Daria’s lips and breasts, Gage slowly eased down the bed, pushing the covers down until they fell off the end of the bed. Then he turned to Daria, his mouth watering at the knowledge that she was theirs.

He began kissing at her bellybutton and worked his way south. He felt her stiffen for a few seconds before relaxing with a sigh. As he reached the top of her slit, he worked one hand between her thighs and urged them to spread. Extending his tongue, he began to lick between her pussy lips, slowly moving farther and farther down between her thighs. As he tasted the cream that coated her skin, he could not help but moan with his own excitement.

She moved her legs wider apart, and he shifted to lie between them, his intent to give her the best orgasm of her life using fingers, lips, and tongue instead of cock. Tomorrow, he would buy a case of condoms and store them in every room in the house. For tonight, he would introduce Daria to the pleasures of his tongue.

Chapter 5

Daria, so caught up in Roman’s kiss, jumped when Gage licked at her bellybutton then swirled his tongue around in it. She probably should have confessed a secret of her own, but embarrassment kept her silent. They would learn the truth soon enough, just not tonight.