Young, Allyson - The Promise [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] (12 page)

Jillian pulled out of his grasp, thinking hard. “Shit. So it’s like roulette. I can wait two weeks to find out, and if not, life goes on as we know it. Or I catch pregnant and Sean knows he had no part in it, which will create all sorts of issues. But if Sean does the deed shortly, and I’m not pregnant with your baby, I could still get pregnant with Sean’s. I am so going to fix your wagon later, Peter. It’s a good thing I, well, feel that L-word and trust you both. Now give me time to think.”

Peter watched in awe as Jilly stormed off. Sean had a similar look on his face. They silently agreed to follow whatever decision Jilly made, although Peter suspected that Sean had to wrestle with his temper and was plotting how hard he was going to punch Peter at the earliest opportunity. Or maybe help Jilly do her worst to him.

Chapter Eleven

Sean and Peter sat drinking beer, watching football on the muted television. By the way they turned instantly to look at her when she entered the room, Jillian would have bet they hadn’t been concentrating on the game. She stopped in front of them and fixed them with a stare.

“Okay,” she announced. “I’ve thought this through. I believe that there is such a thing as karma, and what will be will be. This has been the most insane, amazing few days of my entire life, and I accept that you both want to be with me, and for the rest of our lives. Be sure, both of you, because if you fuck me over, I will stalk and harass you to the absolute best of my ability. Not to mention that the upkeep any offspring from this relationship will indenture you for the rest of your miserable lives. And knowing that you will have destroyed me will live on in your conscience forever and beyond.”

Sean and Peter nodded like those bobblehead dolls found on the dashboard of taxicabs. Jillian fought down a hysterical laugh. She had thought this through from all angles, pushing aside her physical attraction to them and her developing emotional connection, considering the future with all her analytical ability. Shit, whom was she kidding? She was nuts about them both. While Peter had well and truly screwed up by forgetting to use a condom, Jillian knew that he hadn’t done it selfishly, and part of her rejoiced that both these men were actually pleased with the idea of her bearing their child. She trusted them to do the right thing. For some crazy reason, all of the lonely, empty years she’d experienced just fell away, and Jillian was ready to embrace the future.

Sean seemed a little pissed at her ultimatums and promises of a different nature. She was coming to know him really well, and he wasn’t paying attention. That had to change.

“Sean?” she asked. “This really concerns you, lawyer boy. Ready to deliver your closing statement?” she asked snidely.

At his dark nod, she continued. “I am assuming that Peter’s boys are going to do the trick if I don’t have sex with you, Sean, so you might want to drop trou and ‘get busy’ I think it was you said? This isn’t so much a ‘slow and steady wins the race’ thing, but rather survival of the fittest.”

“Hey,” Peter protested.

* * * *

Sean scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over his erection. Well, maybe not tripping, but it was preceding him. He swept Jillian over his shoulder, hardly pausing, and called out to Peter to make breakfast. He nearly threw Jillian on the bed and tore open her robe. For a moment he was transfixed. He hadn’t been happy, hearing her blandishments, seeing as she had said she trusted them and loved them. But that was Jilly. He had mentally added her attitude to the list, on top of the recent cold-water dousing, and of course her lip when he was trying to pry the reason for her upset out of her when she was in the bathtub. It wasn’t hard to come up with a number of infractions where Jilly was concerned, and he looked forward to correcting her. His attention was drawn back at her exasperated sigh.

“Shit,” she complained. “You tore my beautiful robe.”

“I’ll buy you as many more as you want, babe. Now spread your legs.”

She complied, and Sean crawled up between them, his cock bobbing, smacking his belly, the pre-cum shining at the tip. Jillian licked her lips.

“Uh-uh, babe. This one is for your pussy, and it’s screaming for you, so get ready.”

“Brag, brag, brag,” Jilly teased and then gasped as he pushed a finger inside to test her wetness.

“You are always so wet for us, babe, so hot and wet,” Sean nearly groaned then shoved his cock in right to the hilt. He froze at the incredible sensation of no latex between them and fought with all he had at not blowing right then. When Jilly flexed around him, he pinned her to the mattress with his weight and growled at her.

“If you make me come right now, I’ll paddle your ass so hard you won’t sit down for a month. Lie still and don’t move,” he warned.

Jillian giggled, and it nearly undid him. Another infraction to add to the list. He slowly pulled back out, his sensitized shaft dragging on the walls of her vagina. He gritted his teeth and pinched his eyes shut, thrusting until he couldn’t hold back any longer. She felt so damn good bareback. He reached down and pinched Jillian’s clit as he poured himself into her. Her resulting climax milked every last spurt from his softening cock, and Sean found himself battling tears again. He settled most of his weight to her side and pressed a kiss on her cheek, closing his eyes to hide some of his intense emotion.

“I’m going to have a girl baby.”

Sean’s eyes flew open, and he quailed inside. A girl. Christ, and all those boys, just like him and Peter, sniffing around their baby girl. Who would be old enough to date in just a couple of decades. He couldn’t begin to process it. Payback was indeed a bitch.

* * * *

Jilly told Peter over breakfast that she would have a baby girl, and Peter choked on a strawberry. Sean grinned at him mirthlessly. Life was never going to be boring. With luck, they would survive her.

Jillian pushed back from her empty plate, having devoured cream-cheese French toast with strawberries and maple syrup. She had eaten voraciously, claiming that she might be eating for two. Sean and Peter both hoped it was so and also wished for a respite of a few years.

“So,” she started, smiling sweetly, “I think I’ll plan the day’s activities. It’s day five, after all, and I feel like taking a turn.”

Peter nodded wordlessly, taking the dictum like a man. Sean just smiled at him.

“Oh, and Sean?” Jilly added. “You’ll be my assistant, but there will be something in this for you, too.”

Sean’s head came up. “What are you talking about, babe? I didn’t do anything.”

“There’s the little matter of this morning when you were supposed to profess your undying love for me but instead you had that lovely dick of yours do the talking. And then there’s the fighting with Peter.”

Sean shook his head and opened his mouth to talk her out of it, but she cut him off.

“Man up, Sean. Today is my day.”

Sean tried to stare her down, chocolate brown meeting turquoise. Turquoise won, helped by dark-blue eyes narrowing in his direction. Sean secretly wondered how he could add another infraction to the list.

“And boys?” Jillian queried. “I expect your absolute inventive best on day six. I really want to have to rest on the final day. So you might want to start thinking about tomorrow, or maybe taking some pointers from what I have planned for you today.”

Sean saw Peter looking at Jillian with arousal and promise. No doubt the same was reflected in his eyes. Jillian simply had no idea what she had just set herself up for. Sean flirted with the idea of inviting some like-minded friends over, but an insane wave of possessiveness boiled over him and he dismissed the thought before it could even take root. He would have Peter slip out and buy an interesting little item he had been eyeing for some time, with Jilly in mind. They were both brought out of their fantasy by the slap of Jillian’s hand on the granite counter.

“I’m going to clean up here,” she said, halting their protests with an upraised hand and fierce glance.

“Go to the bedroom and put together a fantasy scene. I’ll be awhile here, so that should give you lots of time to piece together some costumes and rehearse the theme. Just remember that your role will be that of sex slaves. I expect my costume to be out in the hallway so I can put it on before I enter. I’m great at improvising.”

She chuckled and winked. Sean couldn’t believe how hot that got him and enjoyed the way Peter swallowed with dread.

“Oh, and one more thing,” she added. “Peter, chose a vibrator and some lube. For Sean. Sean, choose a plug and lube for Peter.”

* * * *

Peter and Sean walked toward the master bedroom in slow-motion. They didn’t look at one another. Peter was afraid that Sean was going to choose the biggest plug and he couldn’t refuse. Peter threw open the closet and motioned to Sean. Sean pointed at the next-to-large-sized plug, and Peter gratefully grabbed it. He in turn picked up a slender, vibrating wand that was actually meant for virgin asses.

“So,” Sean said, “what the hell are we going to plan here? I’m not so good at drama.”

Peter laughed harshly. “You are so excellent at drama, you fucking Dom.”

Sean protested, “I haven’t lived that life for years. Not since you and I started sharing women together. I haven’t needed to.”

Peter’s jaw dropped. Another first in the day of all days. His best friend just confided that their friendship, albeit with a woman between them, had fulfilled the needs the visits to the fetish club used to meet.
Holy shit!

“What?” asked Sean defensively.

“I care about you, too, buddy.”

“We don’t have time for any group-hug shit, Peter. What kind of scene?”

Peter couldn’t resist. “What does a Dominatrix wear at clubs? And what do sex slaves wear?”

Sean closed his eyes as though in pain. “Okay. Let’s do that. At least I know what to look for.”

The next several minutes were filled with sorting through drawers and closets, with occasional grunts of mirth. Peter ended up wearing a pair of too-small red boxers, a gift from a former lover, information he wouldn’t share with Jillian, although Sean might. Sean tied a narrow navy tie around Peter’s neck, fashioning a loop to attach a belt to, and out of spite made Peter stuff a pair of socks in the crotch of the boxers. Wool sweat socks.

Sean wore a pair of Peter’s pajama pants, black with little blue saddles on them, and called Peter a pussy for buying them. But they were the only things that were vaguely close to a BDSM costume and nearly fit yet called attention to Sean’s cock. Peter worked hard to hide a smile at the sight. He tied the pussy strap around Sean’s upper arm, wondering if Jillian would recognize it. It smelled of her musk and really turned him on, but better that Jillian saw it on Sean instead of him. He was in enough shit as it was.

Peter unearthed Jilly’s dark pencil skirt and daringly cut it to just under pussy length. In for a penny, in for a pound. In a pinch he would blame Sean. Her pretty, blue, lacey bra would work as a top, and the black hose with matching garter belt and her little pumps would really complete the outfit. He was getting into this fantasy and on impulse included a riding crop. She might use it on them, probably would, but she would certainly be feeling it on her ass tomorrow.

* * * *

Jillian hummed as she put food away and stacked the dishwasher, anything to squelch the desire rising in waves up her body. She was going to shower again, both to wash Sean’s semen from her body and to make them wait, but she was suffering, too. She had some really perverted ideas in her head and hoped they had come up with some costumes that would fit them. It didn’t really matter, though, as her ideas were adjustable.
Too much fun.

After a quick shower in the guest bathroom, no hair washing this time, Jillian peeked down the hallway and saw the little pile of clothes resting in front of the door. She tiptoed over and gathered everything up, returning to dress in the bathroom. She frowned over the sabotage of her skirt and really glowered when it didn’t even cover her ass cheeks, but admitted that the effect with the nylons and garter belt looked pretty hot. Her bra felt constrictive, but she had been naked for several days now and her boobs were going to be hanging at her waist without support pretty soon, so she hitched it to be the most comfy and grabbed the riding crop. If only she had some makeup she would really look the part of whatever it was they were going for. She bit her lips until they reddened, fluffed her hair, slipped into her pumps, and set off on her mission, throwing the bedroom door open without warning. She observed her two men on their knees facing the door.