Siren in Waiting

Chapter Nine

Trev closed the door behind them, locking it with a decisive click. The bathroom was small, but it would do.

He should walk away. He should get the hell out of Deer Run and find the first AA meeting he could, but he just knew that sitting and talking to twenty sad-sack people like himself wouldn’t give him half of what he needed. It wouldn’t burn away the pain and humiliation of the day the way dominating Beth could.

Fuck, he was already addicted to her.

“I want to see you. Take your clothes off.” He knew he didn’t sound gentle or kind. He sounded cold. Beth stared at him for a moment, but then seemed to come to some decision of her own. Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse. The minute her creamy skin began to appear, the violence and rage in Trev went down a notch.

He could handle this. He could manage to get through the afternoon without taking a drink. But he had to have her.

He leaned back against the door and finally let himself breathe. The interview with Aidan had his gut in knots, but watching Beth undress at his command settled something deep inside him.

She turned big, brown eyes up his way as she dropped her shirt and pulled at the latch of her bra. She struggled but got it undone. Her breasts bounced free. His cock hardened in his jeans. Despite the fact that he’d had her twice the night before, he was hungry for her.

“Are you sore, Beth?” If she was, he wouldn’t fuck her. He would find another way to slake his hunger.

Her lips curled up just the slightest bit. “Just a little. I’m fine.”

He didn’t touch her, yet her nipples tightened. Those nipples were so lovely to his eyes—brown and pink, and large. She probably thought they were too big, but all he could think about was getting them in his mouth.

“Tell me you want this.” He needed to hear the words. “This won’t be vanilla, darlin’. I have something inside me. I can dominate you, or I can go and find that bottle that always seems to call to me.”

Her eyes softened. She really did need a keeper. When he told her something that would send most women running for cover, she looked at him with her big doe eyes and brought her hand up to cup his face.

“Trev, I want this. I want you. I don’t care what happened before. I want the man you are now.”

He wasn’t sure the man he was now deserved her. “Bo wants you.”

He was pretty sure that had come out with all the jealousy of a five-year-old over his favorite toy.

She shook her head. “No. Not that way. If he does, it’s only because someone else looked at me. Bo can be like a dog with two bones. If you left, we would go right back to where we were before. I would be his friend.”

But she wanted more. She loved Bo. He could see that plainly on her face. She didn’t love Trev yet, but he could take her, brand her. He had a shot that Bo didn’t have. If he really wanted Beth, he could make her his. He could bind her sweet heart by taking her body and introducing her to his lifestyle.

Aidan’s words played through his brain. Bo needs you, too. He wasn’t going there. He didn’t have to share. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. He was going to keep her. Bo could find what he needed on his own.

“The pants, too. I want to see every inch of you.” He wanted to do more than see her. He already wanted to throw her down on her hands and knees and force his cock inside. But that would only soothe his aching cock. He needed more. He forced himself to be still.

Her hands went to the button on the top of her jeans. She trembled a little as she pushed the jeans off her hips, dragging the cotton panties she wore with them. She toed off her shoes and stood before him completely naked.

Her face was tight with anxiety. He didn’t want that.

“Are you scared?”

She shook her head. “Not in the way you think. I’m scared you’re going to wake up and realize you don’t want me. I’m scared you’re going to figure out that I’m not pretty like the other girls you’ve been with. I’m kind of fat.”

He wasn’t about to put up with that. Her training began now. “Lean over the tub and place your hands flat on the marble. You are not allowed to make a sound. Later you can cry all you like, but we’re not alone in this house. I’m going to spank you. You get ten every time you call yourself fat or make a disparaging statement about yourself. I won’t put up with it.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You’re going to spank me?”

“I am. Now do as I said, or I’ll up it to twenty. Right now, I’m using my hand. If you try my patience, we can move up to a paddle. I assure you Aidan has a few paddles around here. Maybe even a whip.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “But I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to do that.”

“You didn’t know you shouldn’t think poorly of yourself? You didn’t realize I won’t let anyone talk bad about you?”

She stood a little taller, her shoulders setting back. She turned and grabbed the side of the big marble tub. She leaned over, and her round ass was in the air.

“Very good, love. That’s what I want. You’ll take your discipline quietly. Can you do that?”

“I can try.” She sounded breathless, as though on the edge of trepidation and desire. It was right where he wanted her.

Trev opened the first drawer he found and praised Aidan O’Malley’s obvious belief in remaining stocked on the important items in life. Lube and condoms. He pulled both out with no guilt whatsoever. He set them on the sink and regarded her lovely ass. Trev had spanked subs before. He’d been spanked himself. He knew how to do it, but this seemed more serious than those playful times. This was his submissive.

Trev put a hand on her waist. She shivered. She tensed. “Relax, love. This will be over in a moment, and we can move on to the nice part. Although I truly believe you’ll enjoy this, too.”

He brought his hand down on her right cheek, a short, sharp slap. She gasped, and her head dropped forward. He smacked her again, loving the feeling of her skin against his hand. She heated up, her skin pinkening beautifully as he continued. He didn’t count out loud, but in his head he marked each slap in his memory. The first time he’d disciplined a sub who mattered was a momentous occasion. The fact that she’d never been spanked before made it all the sweeter. He was her first.

He could be her only.

He put the thought aside as he slapped her cheek one last time.

Beth was panting. Her skin was flushed. He ran a hand along her ass hoping he’d been right about her. He sighed as he felt it. Her pussy was soft and moist. He could take her right then, and she would be ready for him. She was submissive in every way. He could teach her to stand up for herself, to value herself, but damn, he wouldn’t change this about her.

“Do you know how good you smell, Beth? I can smell just how hot this pussy is. This pussy is dying for some cock, isn’t it? You answer me properly. No lying.”

“Yes, Sir. I seem to be very aroused. I’m rather surprised. I didn’t think a spanking would do that to me.”

“Didn’t you? Are you going to tell me that you’ve been reading Lexi’s books and it never occurred to you that you might like a big, bad Dom to take control?”

Even the words seemed to be arousing her. He let his hand trace the petals of her pussy. They were plump and moist. Every word out of his mouth seemed to bring a fresh pulse of cream from deep inside her body.

“Yes, Sir. I did think about it.”

“Did those books make you hot?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m glad, Beth. I really am.” He would have to remember to thank Lexi later. For now, he was dying. He let his hand slide back. He had some prep work to do. “Do you know about anal sex, darlin’? Does Lexi cover that in her books?”

She tensed. “Yes.”

“And you’re afraid.” It was all over her. He pressed his hand back against her pussy, finding her clit and giving it a little pull. She relaxed again. He would have to go slow.

“I’m just a little afraid,” she admitted. “I think it might hurt.”

“I promise, you’ll take the pain because it’s going to bring you so much pleasure. Trust me, Beth. All you have to do is tell me to stop if it gets to be too much. I want you to give it a chance, but I don’t want you to simply endure it. I’m just going to use my finger today. Just one. Can you trust me?”

“Yes, Trev.” He could hear the smile in her words.

This was what he needed. He needed to be reminded that he could still do something right. He could take care of her. He could be worthy of her trust. He parted her cheeks and dribbled a little lube across her anus. Like the rest of Beth, her asshole was a lovely thing. Pink and puckered, he couldn’t let himself think about how tightly it would grip his dick or he would come in his jeans. He lubed his finger up and placed it right against her anus.

“Don’t tense on me,” he warned. “Relax. It won’t be so bad.”

It would be amazing, but only after careful preparation. He gently pressed forward. The muscles of her anus fought to keep him out. He wouldn’t allow that. He pushed in, gaining a little ground. He pulled back and rimmed her gently.

Slowly and with great patience, he worked his finger in. Her asshole clenched around his finger, the muscle so tight he felt it in his cock. God, he couldn’t wait to fuck her there.

And he couldn’t wait to fuck her period. His cock throbbed. He needed her.

“Stay where you are. Don’t move.”

He quickly washed his hands and shoved his jeans off his hips. His cock bobbed out and then pointed toward her. His cock was a compass pointing straight at her pussy. He stroked his cock before rolling the condom on.

“I’m going to go and buy you a plug. I want to get this asshole ready for its Master. It’s mine, Beth. Your ass is mine the same way this pretty pussy is mine. It all belongs to me. Say it.”

“I belong to you.” She said it with a shaky voice, but there was determination behind it. She paused, and then she sounded stronger. “Do you belong to me?”

Fuck, yeah. She was learning. “Yes, darlin’. That’s what it means. I belong to you.”

He lined his dick up and pressed home. She felt perfect. So tight and hot and welcoming. Her ass wiggled as she adjusted to his girth. She tilted her hips up, and he slipped in deeper. He pulled at her hips, shoving himself deep inside.

Beth moaned, the sound calling to him. He fucked her with purpose, every thrust bringing them closer together. He thrust in and out, enjoying the way she gradually moved from utter submission to jolting back against him. She wanted it. She was willing to fight for her pleasure. He loved the trust she put in him, but now there was a part of him that wanted her to be fierce. This was what he’d missed in other subs. Other subs had either been brats looking to top from the bottom or soft, sweet things who would wait for their pleasure. Beth was a mix of both. She was smart, and with the right man, she could do great things. Beth slammed her hips back toward him, and he nearly lost it.

He groaned and pushed his hand around her waist to her clit. The little nubbin was swollen and hot. He rubbed a quick circle and pressed in. He was rewarded by the clenching of her cunt around his cock, and she went off.

Trev let go. He felt his spine light up as the cum in his balls bubbled up and shot off. He pushed his cock in as far as he could go, binding them together.

He dragged oxygen into his lungs. All the previous humiliation had burned off in the face of her submission.

“Thank you, darlin’. I needed that.”

He could breathe again. He was filled with her. He didn’t need anything else. For now.

He kissed the back of her neck and helped her stand back up.

Bo stared at the bathroom door. He’d watched them disappear behind it, but the shock was just setting in.

There was no reason for Mouse to have walked into that bathroom with Trev McNamara besides the obvious one.

He was too late.

He stood there in the house he’d grown up in and wondered when it would feel comfortable again. How long would it take before he could walk down this hallway and not see Mouse wearing a smile he’d never seen before, shutting the door behind her—shutting him out.

The door opened, and Bo shrank back so they wouldn’t see him. When he’d first realized what was going on, he’d thought about breaking down the door and beating the shit out of Trev. The rage had been right there in his gut, winding its way through his body and into his fists.

And then it hit him.

This was his fault.

Mouse walked out first, her eyes going to either side of the hallway as though she didn’t want to get caught, but Bo didn’t know why. Her skin glowed. Her eyes sparkled. Her mouth was swollen, and her hair was mussed. She was so fucking beautiful. She was transformed, and not by him. Mouse was a different woman, well loved and happy.

Trev walked out behind her. He obviously didn’t give a shit if anyone saw them walking out. He had a lazily satiated look on his face. He reached out and caught Mouse’s hand, dragging her back to him. His hand cupped her face, and a soft look came over the former quarterback. Instead of closing his mouth over hers, Trev did something that made Bo’s heart ache. He leaned over and touched his nose to Mouse’s in a sweet, affectionate gesture.

“Thank you, darlin’.” Trev’s voice was low and quiet and so serious Bo felt guilty, like he was seeing something too private and intimate.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m glad I could help, Sir.”

Trev kissed her forehead. “Can you get into town okay? I can take you if you need me to.”

She shook her head. “No. Lexi is going into town. She has some shopping to do. She’ll take me to the bank and bring me back. Then I’ll have my loan, and I can start my renovations.”

Trev groaned. “Be sure to buy me a home repair book. I’m afraid I’m better with cars than I am plumbing. And electrical. And woodworking.”

She slapped lightly at his chest. “It’s not that bad. Well, it is, but it’s going to be fun.”

They moved apart, but Trev’s eyes followed her. “And buy a coffeemaker, woman.”

“I will,” Mouse promised as she walked toward the kitchen. Bo had to move fast to avoid her. She walked by, her hips swaying in a sexy cadence.

This wasn’t Trev McNamara fucking the first woman to come along. Trev had feelings for Mouse, and they weren’t shallow. And Mouse had never looked at Bo the way she looked at Trev.

Maybe because you never kissed her. You never dragged her in a bathroom because you couldn’t wait one more minute to have her. You never told her how much you want her.

There was a rustling behind him, and he turned, startled. Aidan stood there, his face grim.

“I’m happy you managed to not attempt to kill my new foreman.”

Bo closed his eyes. He’d tried to talk his brother out of hiring Trev. He’d used the incredibly intelligent argument that he didn’t like Trev so Aidan shouldn’t hire him. He hadn’t been willing to admit why he didn’t want Trev around. But then that was the trouble, wasn’t it? He hadn’t been willing to admit how he felt about Mouse, and now he’d lost her.

“I’m not going to hit Trev. It’s your ranch. You gotta do what you think is right.” All the fight had left him the minute he realized Trev wasn’t using Mouse and Mouse wasn’t going to leave Trev just because one dumb-ass man had finally come to his senses. It was like everything in life. Mouse would move on, and Bo would be alone. He would smile and party and be everyone’s “friend,” and no one would know him, not really. Everyone he ever opened up to had left and moved on.

At some point in time, he had to stop blaming the people who left and start blaming himself. Maybe his father had been right. He just wasn’t good enough.

“I don’t like the look in your eyes. And you know this ranch is your home.” Aidan crossed his arms over his chest.

His brother could talk all he liked, but Aidan owned the ranch. There was a reason Aidan hadn’t turned over the foreman’s job to him. He was good with cattle, but Bo was never going to be the boss. The rest of his life played out in his brain. He would stay here in the little house he lived in and grow old, all the while spending his nights with a bunch of people he didn’t love. He would watch as Lexi and Lucas and his brother raised their odd family. They might cause the town to talk, but at least they had each other. Bo might be accepted, but he wouldn’t have a woman smile at him like Lexi did at his brother and Lucas, like Mouse had smiled at Trev. It was just his fate.

He shrugged and tried to give his brother a careless grin. “Whatever, man. It doesn’t matter.”

“Are you just going to lay down?”

Bo hated that tone in his brother’s voice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m going to get back to work. I have to pick up a feed order.”

“Stop.” Aidan strode to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Talk to me about this. Don’t put on a brave face. Talk to me. I’m your brother.”

Yeah, Aidan was his brother. Aidan was his perfectly happy, heroic brother. Aidan had honorably served his county and fought back from a bullet to his spine. He’d taught himself to walk again. He’d told society to go to hell and found his happiness. Bo didn’t want to explain to his perfect brother just how thoroughly he’d fucked up. But he knew he wasn’t getting out of this house without a fight unless he gave Aidan something. “There’s nothing to talk about. Mouse found a boyfriend. I might not like him, but she seems happy enough.”

Aidan stared at him. “Bo, you love that girl.”

“Like a sister.”

“Lying isn’t going to help. You love her, and you’re going to lose her if you don’t take action.”

“There’s nothing to do, Aidan. She made her choice.”

“She didn’t know she had a choice,” Aidan insisted. “But that’s beside the point. You know I’ve never thought you would be good for that girl.”

Yeah, Aidan had always insisted Mouse needed someone else. “Well, then you got what you wanted, didn’t you? I would think you would be thrilled.”

Aidan’s fists clenched at his sides. “Damn it, you never understood me. I’ve always thought Beth needed a strong hand.”

Bo was so sick of this shit. “A fucking Dom. You thought she needed a Dom.”

“Yes, and I think I’m right. I think you’ve seen the way she looks today. She’s a whole different person. Trev gave that to her. What if he could give that to you, too?”

It took all he had not to punch a wall. “Goddamn it, Aidan. I’m not gay.”

Aidan sighed. “You don’t have to fuck him. You just have to listen to him. You have to let him make you stronger by being able to rely on him.”

“Trev McNamara is the last person I would rely on.” Not after the way Trev had let him down. Bo had to hope that Trev had learned his lesson and he wouldn’t let down Mouse.

“I don’t know about that. I was a little upset that Julian strong-armed me into hiring him, but he’s been through a lot. He seems to be solid now.”

“Once a fucking addict,” Bo heard himself say.

Aidan nodded. “Yes, he’ll always be an addict, but at least he knows what his problem is. He knows what he can and can’t do. Can you say the same?”

Bo didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He slammed out of the house just in time to catch Mouse walking back in.

Her face lit up as she saw him. “Bo. Thank god. Lexi isn’t feeling well. Any chance I could get a ride into town?”

Tell your fucking boyfriend to take you. It was right there on the tip of his tongue. He could tell her to go to hell and be done with her.

And never see her again? He wasn’t willing to do that. He might never be willing to break with her.

“Sure.”

He walked her to his truck, his heart in his throat. She might not be his, but he would always take her where she needed to go.