True Perfection [Aspire 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

Haley managed to nod.

“We can’t hear you, Haley.” Warren’s voice lashed her into speech.

“It was like a nightmare,” she whispered. “I thought my choices had killed you. And that Gordon would hate me for pushing you both away and for setting this thing up to happen. I knew my thinking was skewed, but my feelings drove my brain. I’m so sorry.”

“Haley!” Warren’s voice again cracked like a whip, and she flinched.

“I’m sorry that I put those feelings onto Gordon. Onto you. I’ve hurt both of you by assuming that you would blame me for this and worse, be capable of throwing me out.”

Warren visibly relaxed and looked at Gordon again. “I could accept your assumption about me. I was an ass when you left me before. But Gordon? You’ve screwed up, Haley.”

Gordon abruptly released her hair and walked away. Haley turned to see him drop down into the visitor’s chair. His features looked stark. Haley rose and went to stand in front of him. He stared at her, and his dark eyes glowed with sadness. Haley reached down, crossed her arms, and grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands, pulling it up and over her head. She popped the clasp of her bra and dropped the straps to let it drift to the floor. Her panties followed suit, and she tried not to hiss as they dragged against her sore bottom. Gordon opened his arms, and she curled onto his lap. She didn’t say anything. She was done apologizing and effacing herself. There were other ways to make amends.

“It’s a good thing you’ll have some time for that nice red ass to heal, sweetheart,” Warren snarked. “I plan to underscore my lecture with some punishment of my own. Probably somewhere warm and sunny. In the very near future.”

Haley kept her face buried in Gordon’s shoulder but made a fist and raised a thumb to him, revelling in Warren’s chuckle and Gordon’s squeeze.

Haley wandered down the stretch of sand, the beach house well behind her, the rising sun a ball of fire on the horizon. It was her first opportunity in days to explore and search the shoreline to see what the tide had thrown. Warren had recovered enough within a week of his injury to make the trip and had shown remarkable progress after another week in this climate, away from pressure and stressors. He had then even been able to make love with her, albeit with her on top, doing much of the work.
Like it had been work at all.
Haley mentally snorted in derision.

Her punishment was delivered the week afterward. She had bent over the back of the rattan couch and presented her buttocks to him while Gordon watched. Warren used his belt and all the pent-up emotions they both still harboured were released. Haley had been able to let go of any residual guilt and self-recriminations, and Warren had established himself again as her Master, or at least one of them. A firm hand had kept her in position, and Haley well remembered what had happened next.

Lube was dribbled down between her heated buttocks and she felt the familiar gentle push and prod of fingertips. Warren had gone to lie on the low wide bed, looking flushed from the exertion of disciplining her. He had stripped off and looked magnificent stretched out there, even with the twist of red scar tissue standing out against his otherwise tanned skin. He idly stroked his cock as he waited for Gordon to prepare her, his eyes heated and intent. His shaft slapped at his belly, pre-cum decorating the slit, and Haley felt her breath hitch.

Gordon added another finger and Haley pushed back on him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, moving effortlessly, and placed her between Warren's spread legs, never ceasing the stretching of her anus. Haley lowered her open lips around the mushroom cap and sucked him inside her mouth with exquisite care and relished his deep groan, even as he worked his fingers through her hair and held her head steady.

Gordon seemed to take that sound as his cue, pulling his fingers out and immediately replacing them with his cock. He slid in past the outer muscle and inched his way forward without pause until she felt him against her throbbing buttocks. She clenched involuntarily and he smacked her thigh in warning.

Haley let Gordon's thrusts set the pace and momentum of her ministrations to Warren's cock. She moaned at the fullness and stretching and Warren shuddered, his cock swelling further and stabbing at the back of her throat. Gordon's pace increased and Haley knew Warren was close.

"Touch yourself, sub." Haley blindly obeyed Gordon, reaching to her apex and finding her clit. She rubbed her middle finger over it and swallowed against Warren who poured himself down her throat. Her own climax struck and pulled Gordon over with her, her pussy and anus clenching in concert.

Warren stroked her head and Gordon pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. Things felt nearly normal again, including the fact that it was difficult to sit comfortably for a couple of days afterwards.

Yet Gordon still caused her concern. He had been distant at times and less inclined to share as openly with her. Haley knew that he had found it very difficult to accept that she had misjudged him so, and no amount of careful reassurance seemed to totally repair the breach. Warren assured her that it would all work out, but Haley wondered. Gordon returned to work three weeks later to sort out some issues at his firm, and she longed for the day that he would be able to return. The vacation felt incomplete without him, and she knew that Warren felt the same way. They had set no particular time to return home, although Warren was totally recovered. Haley was as content as she could be without both of her men. She and Warren spent the days learning much of what there was to discover about one another that they didn’t already know, when they weren’t making love. Not that they didn’t argue and push one another. Haley doubted that would ever change totally, but she had always wanted to challenge and tease Warren. She knew he enjoyed it, too. They also made some important decisions together, although they wanted Gordon's input and final approval.

Gordon wasn’t able to return for another three weeks, and by then Haley was certain. She waited until dinner was over and the men were relaxing on the porch, the sun just beginning to set. She settled on a futon and took a breath.

“Gordon?” Haley watched his beloved face turn to her. He looked tired and older. She wondered how much her stupidity had contributed to that.

“Yes, little one?” Haley’s heart skipped at his endearment. He hadn’t called her that since that terrible day. She had been right to wait.

“We have something important to tell you,” she said and watched his eyes narrow and his shoulders stiffen, as if he anticipated a blow.

"Warren and I want to be married as soon as we can arrange something small and tasteful. We've been waiting for you to return so that we can discuss whether you want to have a private ceremony with just the three of us and some of the other club members as witnesses. Kind of like our anniversary celebration."

Haley was relieved to see Gordon relax and then smile and nod, although the shadow still remained in his eyes, so she hurried to continue. "I've decided to put my career on hold for a while, maybe just do some new restaurant consults and openings. Warren has assured me that with his contacts and yours, there will no lack of those opportunities and I'll be able to be home more.

"I find I have an entirely different perspective on life, Gordon, and I know where my place is, where I want to be."

Gordon again nodded, and Haley could see hope burgeon across his features. "I think you and Warren have planned things out well, little one. I am honoured to be your third, my friend."

Warren shook his head. "Not my third, Gordon. You must know that. We agreed previously that Haley would marry me, but that doesn't make you any less her husband."

Gordon smiled but didn't respond.

Haley then took a deep breath and exhaled, the sound rivalling the lazy surf in the background. Warren, ever vigilant, sat up and stared at her. He might not be pleased that she hadn’t talked with him first, but what she had to share next was firstly between her and Gordon. He would just have to understand.

She took the plunge. “I’m pregnant, Gordon.”

Gordon’s face drained of colour, and a pulse ticked in his jaw. Then he was up and across the floor, pulling her into his arms without pause. He nearly crushed her as he held her against him, and she could feel his heart pounding.

“When? How?” he choked out.

Haley smiled against his chest. “The usual way I expect, Gordon. You put your penis into my vagina and pumped your sperm into my womb where one of them met my egg. And voila! It probably happened the day you and Warren corrected my delusional thinking. I hadn’t taken my pills because you didn’t pack them for me while I was staying with Warren at the hospital. Not on purpose, I’m sure!”

Gordon growled in her ear at her snotty retort and then held her slightly away from him, his hands sliding up her arms to frame her face. He looked deeply into her eyes and then slanted a kiss across her lips, stealing her breath, and any historical issues between them simply dissolved at that moment. Haley felt forgiven, and she thought that any remaining insecurity Gordon might have harboured had been laid to rest.

“The baby is mine?”

Haley nodded. “I’m pretty sure, Gordon. I’ve suspected for some time, and Warren wasn’t up for anything until well after the time my period was due. But I wanted to be certain and then you had to go back to work. So I waited until I could tell you in person.”

Warren chose that moment to wrap his arm around Gordon to administer a side hug. He next pushed between them to soundly kiss her.

“I wondered when you would explain the more voluptuous breasts, Haley, and your recent aversion to bacon.”

Haley said, “You knew?”

“I know your body better than I know my own, sweetheart. This baby is going to have two dads, Haley, just as you are going to have two domineering husbands. It doesn’t matter who our child's father is, although I’m happy for Gordon. I resent the inference that I wasn’t up for this task, though.” He laughed.

“Perfect timing, sweetheart. True perfection.”

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Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada, with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks, too! After reading an erotic romance quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied—when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.

Allyson writes whenever the mood strikes her, sometimes in the middle of the night when she is awake and simply thinking about life. She hears others talk about their lives and relationships and is inspired to recreate some of their passions and dreams within her characters.

She can write for hours at a time, quite lost as the story unfolds, or haul out the little book she always carries with her to jot thoughts and ideas down as they occur, whether in the local grocery store or while out walking with her dogs. She sometimes has two or three stories on the go at the same time, not that they all come to fruition.

The BDSM lifestyle intrigues her, and as she continues to do her research, it becomes ever clearer that the players and the levels of involvement are as varied as any other interest people may have. She claims poetic licence and may offend the purists! There is always a flavour of the dominant male in everything she writes, but the women ultimately are appreciated and cherished and have the power in the relationship, despite the fact that love is sometimes quite blind.

Ménage Amour:
The Promise

Ménage and More:
Forgiveness

Ménage Amour: Running to Love 1:
Away

Siren Allure: Running to Love 2:
Broken

Siren Classic: Club Pleasure 1:
Wishes

Ménage Amour: Aspire 1:
Near Perfection

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