Authors: Debbie Bailey
Men of Kinsey 4
Stephanie Morrison hasn't been back to Kinsey in ten years. It was ten years ago that she made an ass of herself with Kane Bryson. Ten years of pain and humiliation, but despite everything, she is finally home.
Kane Bryson was heartbroken when Stephanie left without giving him a chance to explain. He never stopped loving her, and now that she is back, he and his business partner Turk Delray are going to make sure she never gets away again.
Kane and Turk have shared women before, but Stephanie is different. After all of Kane’s stories about the mysterious Stephanie Morrison, Turk is starting to believe his friend has lost his marbles. Until she walks into the diner, and one look from her is all it takes to claim his heart.
But with a person from their past trying to keep them apart, will Stephanie trust her men or run like she did before?
Genre:Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Men of Kinsey 4
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This book is dedicated to my sister-in-law, Lorna, who came into our family in an odd sort of way but has always been welcome.
When I was young I was angry with you. When I got older I sometimes just didn’t understand you.
But I want you to know that I have and always will love you.
You’ve been a great wife to the Sasquatch, and you have raised four great kids.
Thank you for taking such wonderful care of our family.
And I promise that when I come home to visit I won’t stick my finger in the butter.
(We wouldn’t want any more broken bones, now would we…lol!!!)
I love you, big sis!!
Men of Kinsey 4
Copyright © 2012
Stephanie Morrison hadn’t been back to Kinsey in ten years. It was ten years ago that she’d made an ass of herself with Kane Bryson. Ten years of pain and humiliation, but despite everything, she was finally coming home to take over the local newspaper.
As she pulled her car up in front of the all-too-familiar building, she still had a hard time believing it was all hers. She’d worked her ass off to save enough money to buy into the paper five years ago. But now Joe wanted to retire and had given her first option to purchase the remainder of the paper. She had jumped at the chance. Now all she had to do was make it work.
Working as chief editor for a large newspaper had given her some insight into what it would take to make this venture work. She just hoped that she’d be able to find the right people to fill some of the positions that were going to become vacant after she cleaned house.
Since buying into theKinsey Pictorialfive years ago, she’d read every paper that Joe had sent her. A lot of the staff writers had some good solid skills and followers, but there were a few that she would have to let go. Being a small-town newspaper didn’t mean that the writing couldn’t be just as good as any big-city paper, but for that to happen she was pretty sure some of the writers would have to be let go. If she was going to keep a print paper alive, she was going to need the best staff she could find.
Entering the front door, she was warmly greeted by a young man sitting behind the reception desk.
“Hi there,” he said with a genuinely open smile. “What can I help you with today?”
“I’m here to see Joe Kenyon.” She smiled right back at him.
“Is he expecting you, ma’am? Because he really doesn’t like to be interrupted unless it’s something really important.” Standing, the young man came around the desk with his hand out, saying, “I’m Shayne, by the way.”
Surprised at the wonderful greeting, Stephanie shook Shayne’s offered hand and in return said, “I’m Stephanie. Stephanie Morrison.”
It was as if she’d just told him he’d hit all the numbers in a lottery, by the way his face lit up.
“Oh my God, Joe talks about you all the time. I think I know almost everything about you by now,” Shayne told her.
Jesus, I hope not.
Reaching over the desk, Shayne picked up the phone and pressed a button.
“Joe, Stephanie is here to see you. Should I send her up?” Nodding his head and smiling at something Joe said, he hung the receiver up and turned back to her.
“Joe says he’s on his way down. He wants to take you to lunch over at the diner.”
The diner, as in, gossip central…?
Fuck, maybe I could talk him into going somewhere else. Hell, anywhere else would be better than the diner. I’m not sure whether I’m up for this just yet.
“Are you okay, Stephanie?” she heard Shayne ask. “You went white as a sheet for a minute, and I thought I might be picking you up off the floor.”
“No, I’m fine, Shayne. Thanks for the concern. I’ve just been driving for quite a while, and I guess it’s starting to catch up with me.” Damn, she hoped he bought that.
* * * *
Joe Kenyon looked almost exactly as he had five years ago when she’d run into him at a convention. He had gone to school with her mom and dad, and he and his wife, Helen, had become great friends with her parents, but she was surprised to see him. She had no idea that he owned her hometown newspaper.
They had talked for hours about his paper and Kinsey, and she got caught up with some of the gossip from back home. She hadn’t planned on buying into the paper, but when he’d offered to sell her forty percent of it, and for such a great price, she couldn’t pass on it.
“Well, there’s my lucky lady.” Joe smiled and gave her a big hug. “How was your trip, sweetheart? I didn’t expect to see you here so soon, though. I thought it would take you at least another week to get here.”
“I was so keyed up to get this new adventure started that I drove almost straight through.” When he raised his eyebrows and would have spoken, Stephanie put her hand up to stop him. “I know, I know, dumb move on my part. I did stop for a couple of nights, but, Joe, I’m so excited about this,” she said, almost jumping up and down like she did when she was little.
“Stephanie Morrison, you could have fallen asleep at the wheel and killed yourself. Dammit, girl, your momma and daddy would come back from the grave and haunt me for the rest of my days if I let anything happen to you.” Shaking his head, he finally noticed that Shayne was still standing there.
“Did this young man introduce himself to you, Steph?” he asked, pointing a thumb at Shayne.
“He sure did, and he was really nice to me without kissing ass, too.” She laughed.
Shayne blushed and went to sit back at his desk.
“Hey, Shayne,” Joe called to him. “Do you have any idea who this is?
“You talk about Stephanie all the time, Joe, so I should know who she is,” he said.
“Well, what I don’t think you know is that she’s now your new boss.”
Shayne’s face visibly paled, and it intrigued Stephanie as to why. He hadn’t done anything that would get him in trouble with her. Quite the opposite, in fact, he’d shown exemplary customer service skills.
“You got a problem working for a woman, Shayne?” she asked, never being one to beat around the bush.
“Oh no, no, Miss Morrison, it isn’t that.” Lowering his head back down, Shayne looked like he was trying to make himself look busy.
“Okay, I’ll bite, why do you look like someone has just told you your puppy has died, then? And why the ‘Miss Morrison’ shit all of a sudden?”
“I’m sorry, Stephanie, it’s not you, it’s just that Joe and I had an agreement, and with him selling the paper, I guess that means our agreement is off,” he said sadly, looking at Joe.
“Who the hell told you our agreement was off, young man?” Joe’s voice boomed out. “Why do you think I made that agreement with you six months ago? I knew Steph was buying me out and that she’d keep up any agreement I made with you.”
“Wait a minute, Joe, what agreement did you make with Shayne?” she asked.
“Six months ago, Sharon, our longtime receptionist, retired. Shayne had been working in the archives for about a year and applied for the position. At first it felt a little strange having a man up front, but he’s been real good, even when old Bob Jenkins comes in every Tuesday to gripe about something or other. Anyway, I know that Shayne wanted to move upstairs and be my assistant, so I agreed that if he could do a good job down front here for six months then he could take over for Helen when she leaves at the end of the week. I just didn’t tell him that I would be retiring, too.” Joe smiled and said, “Steph, I’d like you to meet your new executive assistant, Shayne Donavan.”
From the look on Shayne’s face, he didn’t seem too happy about his promotion.
“That’s okay, Joe, I’m sure Stephanie already has someone suitable to replace Helen. She’s coming from a big-city paper, so she probably knows dozens of people that are better suited for the job.” Sighing softly, Shayne sat back at his desk again.
* * * *
Stephanie smiled at Joe and then said, “Shayne Donavan, if you don’t start looking for a replacement for your receptionist position, I just might have to fire your ass.”
Shayne’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he quickly reached into his top desk drawer and pulled out a file folder full of resumes.
“Here you go, Stephanie, these are people that you need to interview. I’ve marked their strengths and availability on the back of each resume, as well as any other pertinent information.” Holding the file out to Stephanie, she just looked at him, held up her hands, and refused to take the file from him.
“Hell no, Shayne, you’re hiring your replacement, young man. You know what the job entails and the type of person needed to do it. As my assistant, any employment hirings, except for executive and writing staff, will be handled by you. That also includes firing people if need be. I want to build the paper up a little more and won’t have time to deal with all that shit. I’m going to need you to be what I call “my balance” as well. That’s when I’m going top speed and haven’t eaten or slept, it’s your job to smack me upside the head to help give mebalancein my life.” Stephanie looked up at Joe and asked, “Which office is going to be Shayne’s upstairs, Joe?”
“I get my own office, too.” Shayne did a little bit of a happy dance then realized they were looking at him and stopped, smiling as a blush swept across his handsome face.
“Your new office is the one next to the Steph’s corner office. She’ll need you close by, especially over the next few months. So for now, until you find a suitable replacement for yourself, you’ll be doing double duty. I expect you to take care of my girl here, Shayne. She’s one of a kind.”
Leaving Shayne with a huge smile on his face, they headed out for lunch.
“We’re going to the diner, Steph, and that’s final,” Joe firmly stated before she even had a chance to complain.
“Dammit, Joe”—Stephanie tried to pull him back—“couldn’t we go somewhere else, anywhere else? That place is a gossip haven, you know that,” she said, trying her damndest to get him to head in any other direction than the diner.
“It’s best to get these things over and done with, Stephanie. The sooner everyone knows you’re back, the quicker things will settle down again.” Dammit, she hated when he made sense, it really pissed her off. She didn’t want to stir things up. She was hoping to just sort of slip back into town unnoticed, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards for her.
* * * *
Kane Bryson sat in his favorite booth with his best friend, Garth Delray, aka Turk. Their unit had given him the nickname because it didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he always had a stash of Big Turk candy bars.
Kane couldn’t remember a time when Turk didn’t have them, and it was only because of this obsession that they had survived through a lot of shit while overseas. There were many times when all they had to eat for two or three days was Turk’s stash of candy bars.
“Do you think that Ryder, Sam, and Dan are going to have another sub auction soon, Kane? They made a lot of money for those charities the last time and made quite a few people happy in the process.” Turk leaned back in the booth as the waitress brought out their food.
Kane was just about to take a bite of his burger when the chimes over the door rang and in walked the one person on the planet who could bring him to his knees. Stephanie Morrison.
“Fucking hell,” he said grimacing.
* * * *
Turk turned to see what had his friend so pissed all of a sudden. The only new people that had come in were Joe and the most delectable woman he’d ever laid eyes on. His cock hardened instantly, and his pulse jumped.
“Who the hell is that gorgeous creature with Joe?” Turk asked. “Maybe we should invite them to join us…” But before Turk had a chance to call out to them, Kane snapped.
“No, dammit, just finish your fucking burger, and let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Hell, Kane, who is she? She’s obviously someone you know. Otherwise you wouldn’t react this way.” Turk kept looking over at the woman that seemed to have his friend’s panties in a twist.
“Doesn’t matter, just eat,” Kane growled
“Not a chance, pal. I’m gonna go and say hi to Joe and see if I can find out a little more about this beauty.”
Before he let Kane stop him, Turk was out of the booth, heading straight for Joe.
“Hey, Joe, how ya been? I haven’t seen you in here for a while. How’s the lovely wife of yours?”
* * * *
Holy Hannah on a half shell! The moment Stephanie spotted the gorgeous blond crossing toward them, her heart started racing, and her panties soaked right through.
“Oh, cut the crap, Turk. I know it’s not me you’re coming over to see. It’s this lovely lady with me.” Joe smiled at her, tweaking her nose just like he had done when she was a little girl.
Stephanie couldn’t help but smile at Joe.
“Well…are you going to introduce me, or do I have to do it myself, old man?” Turk laughed and slapped Joe on the back.
“Old man, eh, I’m sure to remind you of your comment next time we have a bronc-busting contest out at the Triple K and you’re lying flat on your back while I’m collecting the gold buckle…again.” Turk had enough sense to actually blush then.
“But I’ll put you out of your misery, youngster. This here is the new owner of theKinsey Pictorial,Miss Stephanie Morrison. Stephanie, this young buck here is Turk Delray.”
“NottheStephanie Morrison, Joe?” Turk slid in beside her, his arm moving along the back of the booth behind Stephanie.
“So, darlin’, you’re Kane’s Stephanie, no wonder the idiot wouldn’t budge from the booth,” Turk muttered.
“Shit, is Kane here?” she squeaked.
Hell, why did she have to almost forget her name whenever someone mentioned that jackass, Kane?
“Yup, he’s sitting at our usual booth, growling into his burger while making eyes at you.” Grabbing her by the hand, he pulled her from the booth and headed back toward his booth and Kane.
“Dammit, Turk, this is so not a good idea. You don’t know how much Kane hates me.” Stephanie started to panic the closer they got to Kane.
Stopping suddenly, she almost ran into the back of Turk. “What do you mean he hates you? Whatever gave you that idea, baby? Kane’s been waiting for you to come home for years.” He started dragging her toward Kane again.
“Hey, Kane, look what I found over in the booth with Joe. The new owner of theKinsey Pictorialand, I believe, a very special old friend of yours, Miss Stephanie Morrison.” Turk smiled and presented her like she was a show pony.
Without so much as lifting his head, Kane said, “Been a long time, brat, what took you so long to come home?”
Stephanie couldn’t believe how her body still reacted so strongly to Kane Bryson. Her palms started to sweat, and she could feel the heat rising in her pussy. It was as if she’d never left and never spent the last ten years working her ass off trying to forget the man now sitting in front of her.
“Gee, I don’t know, Kane. After our last meeting, I didn’t think you’d want me around ever again.” Steph could have kicked herself for the bitchy comment. She of all people knew better than to bait Kane.
Lifting his head, he finally looked at her. His eyes were just as she remembered them, pale gray and surrounded by the longest eyelashes she’d ever seen. She knew women in the city that would kill for lashes that long and thick.
“You left without giving me a chance to explain, angel eyes.” Kane smiled and sat back, resting his arms along the back of the booth.
Fuck, I forgot how huge he really is.
Standing six feet seven inches tall, Kane Bryson was huge by anyone’s standards. His arms and chest reminded her of a linebacker, and his legs were like tree trunks. But no matter how big he was, he was one of the gentlest men she’d ever met.
Swallowing loudly, Stephanie was trying to figure a graceful way out of this.
“Wasn’t much to explain now was there, Kane. Jenny Black was wrapped pretty tight around you when I interrupted that night. And if I remember correctly, she had very few clothes on.” Stephanie leaned forward, snatched a French fry from his plate, and turned to Turk, saying, “It was really nice to meet you, Turk. Maybe you and I could have dinner one night?”
Stupid, stupid, stupid Steph, an invitation like that to another man was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
Before Turk could answer, Kane was out of his seat with his arms around her waist, pulling her front hard against his solid body.
“Baby, you’ll have dinner with Turk, but I’ll be there, too. Turk and I share our women and have for a very long time now. When you’re ready,bothof us are going to show you exactly what that means.”
Turk came to stand behind her, resting his hands on her hips and gently nuzzling the side of her neck.
“I can smell your cream, baby, and I can’t wait until I get to have a taste.” Turk’s voice was deep and laden with desire.
Something unfamiliar was happening to him. He wanted Steph more than he’d wanted any woman before her, and from the way her body was responding, she seemed to feel the same way.
“Jesus, Kane, if we don’t get out of here, I’m going to bend her over this table and fuck her senseless.” Turk’s voice was heavy with desire.
Slowly starting to focus again, Stephanie pushed hard against Kane’s chest and moved away from between the two men.
“Yes, Kane, maybe you and Turk should go and see if Jenny’s available, because I’m certainly not. Oh, and, Turk, if you want to have dinner, call my office, and Shayne will give me a message if I’m not there.”
“Who the fuck is Shayne? That better be a female’s name?” Kane said growling.
Smiling, she took a few steps back toward her table then turned and said, “He’smyyoungexecutive assistant, and I’m sure we’ll get to know each other very well over the next few months, what, with all the late nights we’ll have to put in at the office.”
* * * *
Turk and Kane just stood there staring at her ass as she strutted across the diner back to sit with Joe again.
“Fuck, Kane, we’re in big trouble, aren’t we?” Turk couldn’t seem to take his eyes from the woman who had just knocked his world off-kilter.
Kane felt exactly the same way. “We are in such big trouble, my friend. I told you she’d be back soon. I don’t know how I knew, but I just did, and I’m damned glad you’re here to enjoy her with me. She was hell on wheels ten years ago, and it looks like she’s just pumped her wheels full of air and is ready for anything.”
“So what happened ten years ago that spooked her so bad?” Turk asked. Oh, he’d heard stories from a lot of different sources, but Kane never seemed to be willing to talk about it. He’d mentioned his “angel eyes” many times over the years, and how one day she was going to come back, and he and Turk would love her to bits and make lots of babies.
Sitting down at the booth again, Kane sighed and pushed his half-eaten burger away.
“It was such a fucking bitchy thing that Jenny did. And she did it for no other reason than to hurt Steph. We had been seeing each other for about six months. I knew that Stephanie was the woman for me, but I held back because I also knew myself well enough to know that eventually I would want to share her with another. I was hoping to slowly introduce her into the lifestyle, and then, together, we’d look for a third, but before I could even start explaining things to her, Jenny showed up at my door. She’d been crying and said that a couple of the local boys had tried to force themselves on her. She had a ripped dress and some scratches, as well. I got some antiseptic and bandages, but when I turned back around, she had taken the dress off completely and practically jumped into my arms. That’s when Steph walked in, and the rest, as they say, is history. After Jenny made sure that Stephanie thought that she and I had been fooling around, Steph bolted and never looked back. Jenny acted like she’d done me some big favor and said that she’d be much better for me anyway. Needless to say, I threw the fucking bitch out and tried to go after Steph, but by the time I caught up with her, it was too late. She’d already caught a plane away from me.”
* * * *
Turk had heard similar versions, but none were told with such stark emotion behind them. Kane had really loved Steph, and her leaving had almost broken him. They didn’t meet until a year later, when Kane decided to hook up with some of his old military buddies and do some mercenary work for the government. He’d been friends with one of the guys, and he knew of Turk’s background and asked him to join them. He and Kane had hit it off immediately, but within six weeks, half their team was gone, and both he and Kane had had enough and decided to head back home. Since Turk wasn’t all that close to his family, Kane invited him to come and live with him in Kinsey until he could figure out what he wanted to do. Sure, Turk had talked about his brother, Brian, on occasion, but they hadn’t kept in close touch over the years. That was almost ten years ago, and since then they had built their security business into a multimillion dollar company.
When Ryder, Dan, and Sam Kinsey reopened Club Kinsey, the BDSM club, both of them found they liked to share their women. Kane and Turk found they could both give and receive greater pleasure when the two of them worked together to pleasure a woman.
Turk knew just by the way Kane had reacted to Stephanie that he still loved her a great deal, and after spending only a very short time with her, he could see why. Even as pissed as she was at Kane, there was no way the she could hide her response to both of them. But it wasn’t just her physical response that got his attention, it was the way his whole being calmed when he held her and nuzzled her neck. Her scent was as intoxicating as the best malt liquor. Damn, he was becoming such a sap as he got older, but something about Stephanie drew not just his body, but his heart and soul as well.
“We’ve got to do something to get her to listen to you, Kane. Why would Jenny do something so hurtful to you and Stephanie?” Turk asked.
“The only thing that I’ve ever been able to get out of Jenny was that she felt that she would be better suited to me than Stephanie and that someday I would see that. Even to this day, Jenny still tries to get me to take her to bed. I swear on Momma’s grave I have never slept with that woman, nor would I ever. I’ve even caught her sneaking around outside the house a couple of times in the past year or so. With Stephanie back in town, I don’t know what Jenny will try to pull.”
“Why the hell haven’t you said anything about this before now, Kane? If this woman is stalking you, she obviously doesn’t have all her screws tightened, and she might be dangerous.” Turk didn’t like the fact that Kane hadn’t told him about seeing Jenny around the house earlier, but he understood it. Kane was a man who knew how to take care of himself and wouldn’t ever think that some slip of a woman could ever physically hurt him. But a bullet wouldn’t care whether a man or a woman was firing it, and that was what scared him.
“I honestly don’t think she is any threat. She’s never given me creepy gifts or anything like that, she just seems to turn up everywhere that I am lately, and I’m afraid having Steph back will push her over the deep end.”
Suddenly Turk’s eyes widened, and his mouth gaped like a fish out of water. “Well, speak of the devil.”
* * * *
“Hi, Kane, hi, Turk, how are my two favorite men this afternoon?” Kane knew that Jenny Black was nobody’s fool. She was well aware that Stephanie Morrison was back and sitting across the diner from them.
“What the hell do you want, Jenny?” Turk snapped. He wasn’t going to give this conniving bitch any attention unless absolutely necessary.
Grabbing a chair from a nearby table, Jenny pulled it close and sat down, as if invited to join them.
“Well damn, Turk, that’s not a very friendly way to say hello. I was just coming in for some lunch and saw the two of you and thought I might see what you were up to this Friday night. I’m having a bit of a bash up at Mom and Dad’s place and thought you might like to come? My parents are away in Africa or Asia or some godforsaken place helping the natives, and since I have the place to myself, I thought I’d throw a bit of a shindig to celebrate.” When Jenny reached out her hand to run it down Kane’s arm, he immediately pulled it away.
“What’s up with the two of you? You’re acting like I’m some kind of stranger.” Jenny didn’t like to be ignored and would probably go to almost any length to get their attention.
“I can’t believe you’re still living at home with your parents, Jenny.” Kane smirked. “You’re well past the age of consent, so why aren’t you out on your own?”
“Why the hell would I want to be out on my own when I can live free and clear in a huge mansion with servants at my beck and call? If I lived on my own, I’d have to cook for myself and do laundry, and there are just so many more fun things that I could be doing.” The way Jenny looked at them, they knew what kind of fun things she was referring to.
“I don’t know why we haven’t gotten married yet, Kane. You know that we belong together, we always have. All my friends think that we make the perfect couple, so why can’t you see it?” Kane looked at Jenny, he really looked at her this time, and all he saw was a spoiled, rich bitch who had set her sights on him ten years ago and was still under the illusion that she even had a ghost of a chance. Well, it was time for him to make sure she finally understood that he would never be hers.
“Are you serious, Jenny? You don’t think that I would marry a spoiled little bitch like you, do you? Ten years ago you made sure to give the illusion that you and I had had sex.” Cringing noticeably at just the thought, Kane made sure to let Jenny see.
“I have never, nor would I ever have, wanted anything physical to do with you. So I want you to get it through that thick head of yours that you have never had a chance with me.” Hoping that would be enough to deter her, Kane realized quickly that he’d only made her more determined.
Standing up beside their table, Jenny looked directly at Kane and, in an overly loud voice, said, “Your time is up, Kane Bryson. You and I will be married by the end of the month, or there will be hell to pay.”
* * * *
Turk had sat quietly and listened to this crazy lady spew her drivel, but when she issued her threat, he wasn’t going to sit idly by any longer.
“You really are fucking crazy, aren’t you, Jenny? Do you not get it? Are you so self-possessed that you’ve put blinders on to what everyone else can clearly see?” Turk was making sure that his voice was just as loud as Jenny’s. He wanted to make sure that everyone was aware of just who held their attention.
“You haven’t stood a chance with Kane. You had to set up some fake rape attempt ten years ago just so you could get close enough to destroy his relationship with Steph. How fucking pathetic is that? And even after all your tricks, he still didn’t even ask you out on a date, and now that Stephanie’s back you might as well set your sights on someone else, because this time he’s going to make sure she knows just how much she means to him, and if I have anything to say about it, it won’t be you walking down the aisle next month, it will be her.” Thunderous applause broke out in the diner after Turk’s little speech.
“What do you mean, Stephanie’s back?” she said. It was all that Jenny seemed to focus on.
“Exactly what he just told you, Jenny. I’m back, and although I can’t say I agree with a wedding in a month, after hearing your little spiel, I understand a hell of a lot more now.”
* * * *
“Well, well, well…look what the cat dragged in.” Jenny turned to face Stephanie for the first time in ten years. This was the woman who had broken her heart all those years ago, and it pissed Steph off that she had let it happen. Ten years ago when she’d walked in on Kane and Jenny, she should have given Kane a chance to explain, but instead, she ran like a scared, hurt little girl and left the best man she’d ever known behind, believing him to be a liar and a cheat. Not only was she pissed at Jenny, but she was also pissed at herself.
“So how long are you here for, Steph? Maybe you and I can have lunch while you’re here on your visit.” Stephanie smiled, knowing how much Jenny hoped that she would be leaving soon.
“Oh, I don’t think I would be able to stomach lunch with you, Jenny. And besides, I’ve got so much to do now that I own theKinsey Pictorial. There is just so much to catch up on around here, as well as mending a few fences.” Steph looked directly at Kane and smiled.
Stephanie watched as Kane sat there like a cat that’d just swallowed a canary. And she hated it. She knew now just how truly foolish she had been ten years ago. There was a noticeable silence around the whole diner at Stephanie’s announcement. It seemed like everyone was just waiting for the next shoe to drop, and Jenny wasn’t about to disappoint them.
“You own the newspaper,” she said laughing. “Well, I can see that business going under real quick.” Looking around the diner with her fake smile, Jenny was hoping to see some form of support but realized she was sadly mistaken.
Joe had come over to enjoy the excitement, bringing along their burgers and sitting down to join Kane and Turk.
“Do you know who this is, Jenny? Do you have any idea at all?” Joe started to laugh.
“Of course I do, Joe. She’s the same little girl who couldn’t take the competition for her man, so she ran away.” Jenny’s smile was pure malice when she looked at Steph.
Joe couldn’t hold his laughter in any longer and was quickly joined by three quarters of the patrons in the diner.
“What the hell is so funny, Joe? It’s just Stephanie Morrison, our own hometown princess.” Jenny kept looking around at different people, trying to get a handle on why everyone was laughing so hard.
“You know, Jenny, you really should get your head out of your ass once in a while. Maybe then you’d find out that there are more important things in this world than you.” Joe sneered at her.
“Stephanie is the former editor in chief of the largest paper in the country. She was also the youngest. She’s won numerous awards for not only her writing but for her editorial style as well. So, her taking over the paper is probably the best thing to happen around here in a long time. She has some great ideas to bring the paper up-to-date and even plans of having a gossip column. Which I’m sure you’ll figure prominently in, Jenny.”
* * * *
Moving past Jenny, Stephanie went to stand beside Kane, placing a proprietary hand on his shoulder. Glancing down, she smiled when she felt his hand cover hers.
“Ten years ago, I was young and stupid and allowed a spoiled, petulant woman-child to scare me away from someone who was, at the time, becoming very important to me. I fucked up royally and have a lot to make up for, but in some ways you also did me a huge favor. I was so pissed when I left here that I worked nonstop for the next five years until I ran into Joe, and he talked me into buying part of the paper.” She knew that would be a surprise to Kane because she’d made it part of the deal that no one would know she owned any of it.
Using her hip, she nudged Kane farther into the booth so that she could sit down.
“When Joe decided that he wanted to retire, he gave me first option to buy it, and I jumped at it. My reasons were simple, I wanted to come back home, and I wanted to rub my success in Kane Bryson’s face.”
Steph could feel the heat of embarrassment rising in her face, but she wasn’t going to stop. Kane needed to hear it all, and so did Jenny.
“Thanks to youagain, and the little show you put on here, I found out what a complete ass I had been, and best of all, you’ve shown your true colors to many people in town. How sad it must be for you to still be trying to get a man into bed with you that has, obviously, told you he isn’t interested?”
Jenny paled at her last comment, and then her face became this ashen shade of gray right before she exploded.
“You always were a smart-mouthed piece of trash, Steph. Kane has always been mine. He just hasn’t realized all the benefits he could get from marrying me. I bet you don’t even know about his playroom at the club and about all the women he shares with Turk.”
“Well, having just met Turk myself, he seems like a wonderful man who has also been a good friend to Kane, so…” Steph heard the gasp from Joe and knew she had just let the cat out of the bag.
“As for hisplayroomat the club, oh, honey, I’ve known about Club Kinsey since the day it opened. I am in the newspaper business, and since Kane is one of the owners of the club, I figured that he was well into the BDSM scene. I’m just hoping to get a chance to see it one day.” Stephanie could feel Kane and Turk’s eyes on her, their gazes felt almost heated on her skin.
Turk was the first to respond to her statement because Kane’s voice didn’t seem to be working properly.
“You most certainly will get to see his playroom up close and personal if I have anything to say about it. I think it may take Kane a little while to absorb some of your revelations today, but trust me, baby, he’s been dying to get you tied to our St. Andrew’s cross.”
Jenny’s mouth just flopped open and closed like a fish out of water before she suddenly turned on Kane.
“Dammit, Kane, say something. You can’t honestly believe that this, this…woman,” she spat and pointed at Stephanie, “could possibly do for you as much as I could. My family connections can open up so many doors for you and your business…”
It must have been Jenny’s mention of their business that finally enabled Kane’s vocal chords to work again, because the moment she started spouting off about her connections and their business, Kane saw red.
“Shut the fuck up, Jenny,” he said in an almost too quiet voice.
“Kane Bryson, you can’t speak to me like that” she sputtered at him
* * * *
Leaning over, Kane whispered something in Stephanie’s ear and then lifted her up and out of his way so he could stand up, and then he indicated for Turk to slide around the booth, and he placed her back down on his lap.
“Hold on to her, and don’t let her get away,” he ordered then gently kissed her forehead before turning to face the woman who seemed dead set on her delusion.
“Understand this, Jenny, I have never needed yourconnections,family or otherwise, to build my business. Turk and I built it together, and I’m damned proud that we make such a great team. You need to get it out of your head once and for all that it doesn’t matter how many places you show up at where I am, or how you try to cajole or bully me into a relationship with you, it’s never going to happen. It hasn’t for ten years, even with Stephanie gone, and if she left tomorrow, which, if she ever tries to leave again, her ass is going to be over my knee so fast she won’t sit down for a week, but if she left tomorrow, I would still not date, have a relationship with, and most definitely not marry you. You actually make my skin crawl, to be honest. Now, I’m not usually one to say such things about a woman, but, lady, you are a viper, and I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. Now take your nasty ass away from me, and keep it away. I don’t want anything ever to do with you.”
The whole diner went silent waiting for Jenny to burst into tears and run out the door, but instead, she started laughing, and not a normal, happy laugh but an actual crazy, maniacal-sounding laugh.
“You just fucked with the wrong woman, Kane. If you think that you’re going to get away with speaking to me like this, then you’re insane.
Hell, she thought he was insane. This woman really needed to get a reality check.
“When my parents get back, they’ll make your little bitch pay, and then you’ll come running back to me.” As the crowd that had gathered parted to let Jenny through, she turned just before reaching the door and said, “One month, Kane, and you’ll be mine. I’m tired of waiting, and now that Stephanie is back, my plans will have to be moved along faster than I thought. But once she’s out of the way again, then you’ll see things more clearly.” And she left the diner.
Loud conversation broke out all over once she had left.
“Jenny Black is one crazy-assed bitch,” Joe said, just staring at the door. “I’ve known her parents for years, and where she got this idea that they’ll help her hurt anyone is beyond me. Josie and Verne are two of the sweetest people, and if they had any idea what Jenny was doing, they would be appalled, I’m sure.
“Hell, Joe, I told you we should have gone somewhere else for lunch,” was all Stephanie said, and everybody burst out laughing, everybody except Kane.
* * * *
Kane stood and stared at the woman who had ripped his heart out ten years ago and felt it finally start to mend again. She had matured a lot since he last saw her, but she was even more gorgeous than he remembered. He knew the moment he looked into her eyes that he was still in love with her and that this time she wasn’t going to get away from him. Striding over to the counter, he spoke to the lady behind it, handing her some money. He kissed her cheek and then strode back to the table.
Turk had already let her up off his lap, and she was standing there waiting for him.
“Does she have a place to live yet, Joe?” Kane asked, his eyes never leaving hers.
“She was going to stay with Helen and me until she found a place. She came straight to the paper when she got into town this morning, so she hasn’t unpacked anything from her truck yet.
“Good, you’ll be moving in with me and Turk tomorrow. You can spend the night visiting with Helen and Joe, but tomorrow after work you come to us. Is that clear?”
He stood looking down at her, and all she could say was, “Yes, Kane.”
“Good answer, angel eyes.” Kissing her quickly on the cheek, he nodded to Turk and headed to the door.
“Damn, baby, this is going to be so good,” Turk said excitedly then pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead before heading off in search of Kane.
What the fuck had she just let happen?
After numerous hugs and “welcome backs” from people in the diner, she and Joe had finally been able to make their way back to the paper.
Walking in the front door, she was still in a daze. Where did the tough-as-nails woman of the last ten years go?
Shayne stood, greeting them with a huge-assed grin on his face. “I hear your lunch was rather exciting, boss.” He was trying not to snicker, but she could see it in his eyes.
“Shut up, Shayne, and get your ass upstairs. You and I need to go over a few things, and after the lunch I just had, I’m not in the best of moods, so let’s see how quickly you can get me out of it.”
Shayne quickly went to his desk, pressed a few buttons on the phone, forwarding all calls to his office upstairs, and turned on the video camera behind his desk so they could see who entered the building through the monitors they had set up in both his and her offices. Since the bad run-in with one of the local busybodies last year, Joe had insisted that monitors be installed so he could see who entered the building.
Joe smiled and headed for the stairs with Stephanie right behind him.
After another minute, Shayne grabbed the last of his belongings and followed them upstairs.
When Stephanie got to the top of the stairs, she was stunned. She hadn’t bothered to come to see the paper before she bought it because she knew that Joe had taken great pride in it. But she hadn’t expected the modernized offices that lay before her. Truth be told, she had expected more pen and paper and less computers and printers.
“This is incredible, Joe. You’ve done wonders with her.” She slowly walked around the medium-sized area, checking out the different departments.
“Okay, everybody, listen up. There will be a staff meeting in the conference room at three today. Everyone must attend, no exceptions,” Joe bellowed to the room.
“Christ, Joe, we’ve got a deadline, and you want to stop and have a fucking chitchat,” said a burly looking man standing outside the advertising department.
“If you haven’t learned time management by now, Jeff, then that’s your problem. Just be at the meeting at three.” Joe smiled and headed into his office.
Shayne had already started to set his office up. He was creating quite a stir from some of the young ladies in the office. Shit, just what she needed right from the start, fucking office politics.
“Shayne, my office, please,” she yelled.
She loved her new office. It was huge in comparison to the tiny, little shit box she’d had before. It didn’t matter how good her work was there. She could never get them to give her a better office. And when she had taken over as editor in chief, she hadn’t spent a great deal of time there, so she hadn’t bothered to move into the bigger office.
Feeling a little better already, she was now going to put her new assistant through some paces.
Stephanie had so many ideas for the paper and how she wanted it to be run and what type of people she wanted working with her. But she needed someone in the office that was completely loyal to her and her alone.
That was one of the things she had learned from her boss, Frank, when he promoted her to his assistant after only being at the paper two years.
She became his buffer against the world. She was his confidant, his whipping girl sometimes, and the only one in the office who he let really know him personally. She’d spent time with his family, and his wife had even taken her on a girl’s shopping vacation to New York City one year. They had been both so proud of her when she took over for him at his retirement.
She wanted a right hand like that, and according to Joe, Shayne was more than up to the task. He already knew everyone who worked here, past and present, for the last five years, he had a great sense of humor, which he was so going to need, and he had, according to Joe, a quick mind.
Shayne came into her office, and she just stood there looking at him.
“Close the door, please, and sit down.” Once he sat down, she closed all the blinds that faced out into the other offices and the pit.
Shayne sat stiff as a board, waiting.
“Fuck, will you relax, Shayne, you’re going to have a coronary worrying about shit too much.” Sitting back down at her desk, Stephanie picked up her favorite NERF basketball that she always carried in her backpack with her and threw it at Shayne.
“You and I are going to go over a few rules regarding working with me. Rule number one, get rid of the uncomfortable-looking clothes, and dress anyway you want that is halfway decent. The only clothing not allowed is sweatpants. I fucking hate sweatpants. Rule number two, your salary just tripled. Rule number three, as I told you before, you are my balance. You are the one person in this office that I will give all my trust to. I’ll trust you with personal information as well as business information. I’m hoping that we’ll become friends as well, so that you’ll feel comfortable giving me shit when I need it. Joe’s told me a lot about you and your work here, and it’s really impressed me. You haven’t given in to office politics, and that’s something that is really important to me. We all know it happens, but I need you to be my eyes and ears when I’m not around. I can’t afford sexual harassment lawsuits, and I won’t put up with bullying, either. I want everyone here to really enjoy coming to work and giving their best, and if I’m left out of the loop on something important then things get fucked up, and I won’t have it. The paper I worked for was pretty much the same way, but it was too big for the editor to keep up with everyone’s lives. I want to get to know everyone personally along this journey.”
* * * *
Shayne sat across from her still stiff as a board. He couldn’t believe that the woman across from him was for real. He had really loved working for Joe, he was a lot like Stephanie, but she’d just tripled his salary. That meant he’d be able to finally move out of the apartment he shared with his sister and her family. They had been so wonderful over the past year, but they need to have their own space without him underfoot all the time.
“Shayne…Shayne…snap out of it, boy.” Steph giggled at him, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
“Sorry, Steph. I’m just stunned, that’s all. You’re really gonna triple my salary?” he asked.
“Damn straight, I want you to be comfortable here as well as at home, and money eases the way at home.”
“You have no idea,” he said.
“Well then, tell me a little about your home life, Shayne?” She wanted to get to know him as well.
“Right now I live with my sister and her family in a small two-bedroom apartment. I moved in there after we lost our parents in a house fire a year ago. It was ruled arson, and they never found out who set it. I had been away with some friends on a camping trip in Arizona at the time. I got a call on my cell when we got back to the lodge we were staying at for our last night there. My sister moved me in right away because she knew I couldn’t afford to live on my own, but now I can, and I’ll also be able to give back a little to her for all that they’ve done for me. Shayla is only a year older than me, but since Mom and Dad died she’s taken on this mother role, and I don’t want her to feel that she needs to look out for me anymore. She has a beautiful baby girl and a great husband, and I want them to have a wonderful life together. She’s given up a lot for me over the past year. The one thing that I want to give them is a honeymoon. They had only been married about three months when we lost our parents. They had decided to put off the honeymoon until after Jason finished school in the summer. Shayla was a manager at a restaurant in the next town over, and Jason was the part-time cook there while he went to school to get his degree in architecture. He graduated at the top of his class just before the fire. They were so excited, too. He had received a great job offer from a firm just outside of Houston, but he gave it up to stay here and start his own small firm so Shayla could be close to me.”
Grabbing a box of tissues, Steph blotted her eyes, trying to stem the flow of tears, but Shayne could see, even after only knowing her a few hours, that she felt deeply for him and his family. His eyes lit up when he talked about his sister and just how much she meant to him.
“When they found out they were pregnant, I told them I’d move out so they could turn my room into a nursery, but Jason told me he wouldn’t hear of it. “You’re family, Shayne, and we take care of our own, always,” he said to me. He’s never made me feel guilty or blamed my sister for having to give up on the Houston job. He just opened his own business and hired his wife as his receptionist, and he just trudges along one step at a time and never loses focus of what really is important to him, my sister and my niece.”
Shayne was going to make sure that Stephanie could meet his family really soon. He loved his family, and they deserved the best out of life, and come hell or high water, he was gonna see that they got it.
Looking at his watch, Shayne jumped up and said, “It’s almost three, so we better head to the conference room for Joe’s meeting. You don’t want to be late for your own introduction, do you?”
“I guess we better head there so I can introduce you as my new executive assistant and let them all know that my door is always open.”
“Are you sure you want to do that, boss?” Shayne asked as they headed to the meeting.
“Why wouldn’t I, Shayne?”
He couldn’t help but laugh as he said, “Because the moment you do that, every one of the craziest of the bunch will be at your door with a story idea.”
“Let ’em come, Shayne. Some of the greatest minds in the world believe in some really bizarre things, so let ’em come.”
Both Kane and Turk were waiting in the conference room with Joe when she arrived, and that scared the shit out of her.
“What the hell are they doing here?” she whispered to Shayne just before they reached Joe.
“Good, you’re here now. Maybe you can introduce Shayne to them so that I can get some work done. Why’d you have to bait them with this poor boy, anyway?” he said to her before heading to the front of the room, laughing.
Shayne recognized both men right away, and he could almost feel his balls crawl up inside his body in fear. Over the past few years, Kane and Turk had built a solid reputation doing some serious security work for certain people, and they were known to be a couple of real badasses when necessary.
“So this is the Shayne you were talking about, angel eyes?” Kane said, coming forward, his hand extended to Shayne.
Sighing in relief that this giant of a man didn’t look like he was about to remove his head from his body, Shayne returned the shake with gusto.
“Oh for God’s sake, Kane, couldn’t you have waited to flex your muscles for a more appropriate time and place?” Stephanie snapped at him.
“If I understand the story I heard, Steph, you used me as abuffer, shall we say, between you and these two, so I don’t blame them at all for wanting to see what sort of man will be spending time with their woman.” Shayne turned and smiled at her.
“Who the fuck do you work for, Shayne, me or them?” she asked.
“Why, I work for you, Steph, but remember, I’m yourbalance.I’m to keep you from doing stupid things, remember?”
The little shit was quick all right.
Joe stood not far from them, just laughing his ass off.
“Now that we know you’re in very capable hands, we’ll be on our way,” Turk said as he gently kissed her on the cheek.
“I’ll see you tomorrow after work, baby. Joe will give you directions to the house. It’s real easy to find.” Kane kissed her gently on the lips, and then he and Turk left the room, leaving her mouth agape.
Turning to Shayne, Stephanie gave him her best evil villain smile and said, “You and I are having a long talk about boundaries, young man.”
* * * *
The meeting started as soon as Joe was sure that everyone was there and seated.
“I’m glad that everyone is here today, because I have an announcement. As of the end of this week, I will be retiring. I’ve sold the paper to someone who is more than capable of running it just as well if not better than I did.”
From the back of the room, some dumbass actually had the nerve to say, “Maybe we can talk the new owner into giving those of us who actually have some writing skills more space in the paper.”
Joe looked really angry when he said, “You all know that you have to earn your spot on the front page. Bringing me some piece of fluff isn’t going to cut it, no matter how well it is written. Maybe the new owner will feel differently.”
“I hope you didn’t sell out to some idiot who doesn’t know the first thing about running a newspaper,” piped up another smart-mouthed, young jackass.
Shayne started to stand but was beaten to the punch by a young woman in the front.
“You all are a bunch of assholes, pardon my language. Joe’s just told you he’s sold his business and is retiring, and all you can think about is what you can get from it. How pathetic are you? Andy, when no one else would hire you after college because your grades, well let’s just say,sucked,whogave you a chance to show that you could really write a good story? And you,Francis—oh I’m sorry, Frank—all you want to write about is whatever cause of the day you seem to find. You write this piece of fluff, get yourself invited to some fancy party or two, and then move on to the next fad. I’d say you’re damn lucky to even have a job.”
Stephanie leaned forward and whispered to Shayne, “Who is that young woman with the courage of a lion?” She smiled as she continued to listen to her.
“That’s one of your resident crime reporters. Her name is Tabitha—get this—Aphrodite. Yup, that’s her real name, Tabitha Aphrodite,” Shayne told her.
“I want to see her in my office right after the meeting, arrange it.”
Tabitha continued to call out several more of the men and women whom she felt were disrespectful toward Joe.
You go, girl…Joe walked back to the front, saying, “It’s all right, Tabby, and it’s not me they have to deal with anymore.” He smiled at a couple of the assholes who had said some shitty things about him.
“Well, what moron did you con into buying this piece-of-shit paper anyway, Joe?” Francis stood and laughed along with a couple of others.
While normally she would have stood to say something right away, she looked over at Shayne and saw him furiously writing notes and looking more and more pissed off with each word. Joe had been right on the money with this kid. He would be one of this paper’s best assets.
“Oh, I think you all know her, at least through her reputation in the newspaper business. I’d like you all to meet your new editor in chief and owner of theKinsey Pictorial,Miss Stephanie Morrison.
Shocked gasps went up around the room, along with a smattering of real applause.
“Well, now this paper has a real editor,” the fluff writer in the back said.
Standing up, Stephanie moved to the front of the room to stand beside her uncle. She looked to Joe for one last nod to go, and when she got it, she knew it was now her show.
“First off, let me say that I am so grateful to Joe to allow me to buy my hometown paper from him. I’ve been a part owner for five years but wasn’t able to get home until now, and when Joe said he wanted to retire and take his goddess of a wife on a world cruise, I jumped at the chance. Now down to business…”
“Finally, someone who really knows what they’re doing,” said the moron in the back.
Calmly, Stephanie went and sat on the edge of the table in the front of the room.
“Francis…is it?” she asked, indicating the man in the back to stand.
“Actually, my friends call me Frank,” he said with a big smile.
“Well okay then,Francis. Let’s get a few things straight between you and me right from the start. Disrespect from anyone in this room toward anyone one else is a punishable offense in my book. And you, Francis, not only disrespectedmymentor but also the man who I have considered my uncle since I was a child, as well as the way he runs his business. You also disrespected Tabitha while she was speaking, and you have disrespected me by interrupting me while I was addressing the group. That, Francis, will cost you dearly. You’re to pack your office up and move all your stuff to the office in the basement until I decide whether or not you’ll be given a chance to redeem yourself, or whether I’ll just fire your fucking ass instead.”
A number of the men in the back all stood and started to come to his defense until Stephanie got up and started walking toward them slowly.
“Here’s the thing, gentlemen and ladies, oh, I’m well aware of the bitchy-ass biting that’s been going on around here.” Stopping about halfway between Joe and Francis, she turned around and headed back again.
“I will meet with each and every one of you, first, individually, and then as a department, to assess things for myself, and trust me, the only three people whose jobs are guaranteed right now are myself, Shayne, and Tabitha. Myself because of the obvious, Shayne because he is now my executive assistant, so if you want to see me, you better be nice to him. Anything you want or need in anything other than a story or a problem within a department, you speak with Shayne first. He’ll know where I am and what kind of mood I’m in at all times. Within a very short time, it will be like you’re hearing my voice when he tells you I’ve said something…okay, that was just a little too creepy.” She laughed, and so did a lot of the others in the room.
“Tabitha’s job is safe because out of everyone in this room, she’s the only one that showed outright loyalty to Joe and his wife Helen, who has worked alongside for all these years, and in my book, that’s a huge check mark in her favor, so until I have spoken to all of you, read over your contracts, because I will be renegotiating them with some of you, and that’s all for now. Shayne, send my first appointment up in about ten minutes.”
She and Joe left together, and once they were on the stairs and out of earshot, they both burst out laughing.
“Poor Francis, he always let his mouth get him into trouble.” Joe actually had tears in his eyes, he was laughing so hard.
“The bloody moron deserves to sweat for at least a month before I let him out of his dungeon.” Stephanie knew she probably wouldn’t leave him in the basement office that long, but she just wanted Joe to think she was a hard-ass.
When they finally pulled themselves together, they continued up the stairs and to their respective offices, as if both were still upset about the meeting.
She hadn’t realized that they’d spent so much time in the stairwell giggling like children, but she had only just gotten to her desk when Shayne came in with Tabitha behind him.
“I brought Tabby here for you to speak with, Steph. Is there any particular order you want people brought in after this?” he asked.
“I want to see Francis next, and then the two other idiots who were egging him on, and then after that I want all the female employees. We take the rest tomorrow. And thanks, Shayne, type up the notes you took, and e-mail them to me and Joe, please.”
* * * *
Tabitha Aphrodite sat down and waited for the ax to fall. She never should have stood up and embarrassed Joe in front of everyone. Miss Morrison had said that she still had a job, but maybe she just didn’t want to embarrass her in front of everyone.
“So, Tabby, is it all right if I call you that, or would you prefer Tabitha?” Steph wanted to make the young woman seated across the desk from her as comfortable with her as possible. For some reason, she had the look of a deer caught in the headlights of a semi, and Stephanie didn’t like that at all.
“Tabby’s fine, Miss Morrison,” she said quietly.
“Call me Stephanie, please. Every time I hear someone call me Miss Morrison, I expect to get a rap on the knuckles from my third-grade teacher.”
“Okay, Stephanie it is, then.” Tabby gave her a small smile.
“Now, from everything I’ve read from Joe, you, my dear, are an exceptional crime reporter, and I’m really curious as to know why you chose to cover that particular area. Usually it’s covered by a grizzled old man who can handle seeing blood and talking to the slime of the planet, not a tiny, young woman who looks afraid of her own shadow.”
Tabby’s eyes widened at her boss’s observation of her. No one other than Joe and Helen knew why she did what she did, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to tell Steph yet.
“Didn’t Joe tell you why I do what I do, Steph?” she asked.
“Nope, he told me that you would tell me when you’re ready. If it’s not now, don’t worry about it. Once you get to know me, you’ll realize I’m pretty easy to talk to, and anything you tell me stays with me until the day I die.”
“Can you give me a few days to sort through everything before I come to you?” Tabby had such an adorable presence about her that it only served to make Steph want to delve into the psyche of this young woman. Obviously there was a very personal reason behind it, and Steph couldn’t wait to find out what it was.
“You take all the time you need, sweetie. Now let’s go over this piss-poor contract of yours. First, I’ll tell you that I love and respect Joe, but he paid his best reporters shit wages. I understand why, but now that I’m here, our advertising boys are going to have to earn their keep, that’s for sure. So what I think we need to do is, first off, I’m going to promote you to associate head of your department with a large salary increase. The only person you are to answer to is me, not your department head, just me. Until I can figure out your moronic department head, that’s the way it’s going to be, okay. Next, you’ve been working out of a cubicle in the pits, right, well, pack up your things and take Frank’s office. He won’t need it for quite some time, and you are going to need to be able to have some privacy, so it’s now yours.”
After a few more minutes and a lot of thank-yous from Tabby, Stephanie walked her to the door, gave her a hug, and told Shayne to send Francis in.
Francis Kyle came into her office with his tail between his legs. Sitting across the desk, she could see the sweat running down the side of his face and the shake of his hands as he held them out in apology.
“I want to apologize for my behavior at the meeting today, Miss Morrison. You were right. I was extremely disrespectful to Joe and Tabby, and that is unacceptable. And I didn’t mean to…well, yes I did, but I wasn’t thinking at the time when I interrupted you, and I’m truly sorry about that as well, and if you want to fire my ass, you have every reason to.”
Wow, this was a whole different Francis Kyle from the one in the meeting, but was this the real Frank or just a man sucking up to his boss?
“Well, this is a surprise,” Stephanie told him up front. “I had expected you to come in, guns blazing, calling me every name in the book, and telling me that I could shove your job up my ass. I never expected an apology, and I must say it’s thrown me a bit. I’m not sure whether to take you at your word or not.” The one thing that Stephanie had learned along the way was that honesty was always the best way to go.
“I understand you not trusting me, Stephanie, but I assure you I am sincere. I love Joe dearly for giving me the chance when no one else would, but I’m tired of doing the fluff pieces, and all people think I’m capable of is doing the expose on the ladies’ luncheons or a short piece on some society event. I know I can write better stuff, and I guess, with some of the guys egging me on, I kinda let my anger override my common sense and respect for Joe, and I’ve already apologized to both him and Helen for my stupidity.”
Stephanie was usually a pretty good judge of character, and Frank seemed to be sincere, so she was going to give him a chance. He’d either hang himself or do an incredible job. She just wasn’t quite sure which yet.
“Okay, Frank, you’re going to get your chance, let’s see what you do with it.”
Stephanie smiled, told Frank to wait a minute, and went to speak with Joe. She may have been a pretty good judge of character, but she wanted to bounce this idea off her friend.
* * * *
Joe and his wife, Helen, were sitting in his office having coffee when she knocked on the door. The minute she stuck her head through, there was a loud squeal, and Stephanie was unceremoniously pulled into the arms of a buxom blonde.
“Dammit, Helen, let the poor girl breathe. Those boobs of yours are smothering her.” Joe laughed, pulling his wife into his arms.
“Oh shit, sweetie, I’m sorry, I’m just so excited to see you and to have you back home. I can’t wait for our first girl’s night when we get back.”
Helen Kenyon was one of a kind. A former beauty queen, she’d moved to Kinsey when Stephanie was still in diapers. She moved to get away from what she called “the wolves,” who appeared to think that just because she was drop-dead gorgeous, she didn’t have a brain in her head. It seemed that every time she started working for a company, the only way she would be able to get promoted was on her back, and as a woman raised on a Texas ranch, that wasn’t ever going to happen, but when she told her boss that, she usually got fired, or else a wife or a girlfriend would come into the office for a visit, take one look at her, and insist that she be fired. When Helen heard of an opening as an office assistant at the paper, she had applied. Joe hired her from only a couple of phone interviews. He’d always said that it was her voice that he fell for, so when she arrived to start her first day, he fell instantly for the beauty.
It took him awhile to win her trust and to prove to her that she wasn’t just a pretty face to him, but since then they’d both been very happy. The only downside was that, because of an illness as a child, Joe couldn’t have any children. They both loved kids, so when Helen met Stephanie, she became very special to her and Joe, and they both loved her as if she was their own. Whenever her parents needed a babysitter for a night, or if they wanted to take a “big people’s” vacation, she always stayed with Helen and Joe and had the best time.
“It’s so good to see you, and you’re still drop-dead gorgeous, lady.” Stephanie smiled and kissed her friend’s cheek.
“Knock it off, sweetie, maybe twenty years ago.” Helen blushed.
Joe slapped his wife on the ass and said, “How many times do you have to be reminded that you’re still as beautiful as the day I met you, baby?”
Steph didn’t think she’d ever seen the color of pink that her friend’s face turned or the look of pure adoration in her eyes when she looked at her husband.
“Oh good God, you two, can’t you wait until you’re on your trip to start making googly eyes at each other? It reminds me of what my parents looked like after they had come back from one of theirlong talksin their bedroom. Gross.” Steph laughed, making a shivering motion with her body.
“I need a bit of advice from you two about this Frank guy. I have him in my office, and he seems very apologetic, but I don’t know him as well as you. He looks sincere, but what do you think?” Pulling a chair out, she sat down and waited for the others to join her.
“Frank is usually a really great guy, but lately he’s been spouting off, and I haven’t been able to get him to tell me why,” Joe said, the look of his face one of sadness.
“I think I know why, so I’m going to give him a chance. Do you still have those files on the history of the paper, Joe?” Steph asked.
“Yeah, just a sec.” Joe went to his file cabinet and pulled out three large folders and handed them to her.
“You’re going to get Frank to write the historical piece?” he queried.
“It’s going to be his one chance. I think he’s been waiting to be given something other than the fluff pieces, and I think you were waiting for him to bring you something other than the fluff pieces, so I’m going to start fresh with him and see what he can do.”
“I knew selling you this paper would be the right thing to do. You would have inherited it anyway, but this way I can take my wonderful wife on the cruise she’s always wanted.” Joe looked lovingly at Helen.
Stephanie’s gut clenched when he said she would have inherited it. She’d never thought of her life without Joe and Helen, so she wasn’t prepared for it.
Sniffing back a rogue tear, she left the office with a promise to meet them at their place in an hour.
Back in her office, Frank was still sitting there waiting.
Handing the files to him, she said, “I want you to write a story about the history of this paper. Those folders have some of the information you’ll need, but a lot of it is in the archives downstairs. Some of the information you’ll find online and at city hall.
“You give me a good story, and you keep your job, give me a fluff piece, and your ass is on the curb. I’m not bringing you back upstairs until the story is finished, and if it’s good, you’ll get a two-page spread. I want you to understand something, Frank; things will be different around here in some respects. I want everyone to enjoy coming to work here every day. I don’t have a dress code, so unless you’re asked to wear some business attire, be comfortable at work. Jeans are acceptable. But no sweatpants. I hate sweatpants.”
“I’ll give you the best damn story about this paper ever, Stephanie. And thanks for this opportunity. I won’t let you down.” As he got up to leave, he turned back when he heard her call his name.
“When and if you do a great story, you and I will sit down and renegotiate your contract. If you’re as good as I think you are, I want to keep you around. Now go and apologize to Tabby and then get started.”
The next three employees were easy. She’d read their files, and the only reason they still had jobs was because of Joe’s loyalty to their families. Well, she had no such loyalty, so it was easy to fire them. They all bitched and complained and threatened her with a lawsuit, but after showing them, in their own contracts, where it stated that any new ownership of the paper would have the authority to renegotiate any contract with its employees, her negotiations with them were just short and sweet. Their services, what little they had given the paper in the last two years, were no longer required.
Shayne came into the office and said, “It’s time to stop for the day, Stephanie. You can do the rest tomorrow. I know you’re eager to get this over with, but you hired me to help you keep your life balanced, right? So I’m telling you it’s time for you to head over to Joe’s and get some rest, boss lady.”
Stephanie knew he was right and told him to tell the women that were waiting that she’d speak with them in the morning, and not to worry, their jobs were safe, for now. If she hadn’t said something to them, they all would have spent the night worrying, and that wasn’t fair to them or their families.
Kane and Turk sat in Kane’s F-150 just down the street from theKinsey Pictorial. They’d been there for about an hour, and she still hadn’t left for the day.
“It’s her first day, you’d think she’d want to get settled and rest after her long drive,” Turk said, fidgeting in his seat like a little boy.
“She’s already accepted that she’ll be moving in with us tomorrow, so she doesn’t have to unpack tonight. She’ll go to Joe and Helen’s, eat, visit, and then go to bed so that she’ll be well rested to deal with the two of us tomorrow.” Kane couldn’t wait to get his angel eyes in his bed again, only this time he wouldn’t have to hide his lifestyle from her. Shit, he was hard just from the thought of seeing their woman tied naked and available on his St. Andrew’s cross.
After their little dustup with Jenny in the diner at lunch, he could see in Stephanie’s eyes that she knew she had made a huge mistake. She’d been so young then, and although it hurt him like hell, he understood how she came to be so hurt. He was more experienced than her, and he should have seen Jenny for the conniving bitch that she was, but that realization came too late. Now that everything was out in the open and he knew she still had feelings for him, and now for Turk, too, there wasn’t anything short of a nuclear war that would keep him away from her. She was theirs, and after tomorrow she would know it.
“There’s our girl, Kane,” Turk said, pointing at the lone female to exit the building. As they watched her dig for her keys, Turk noticed a man that had also been watching for her. He slapped Kane on his arm and showed him the man he’d been watching.
“How long’s he been waiting, Turk?” Kane asked, his hand already on the door.
“He got there just after we did. At first I didn’t think anything about it, but he hasn’t moved since parking his ass at the corner. At least not until now.” Turk opened his door and stood beside the truck, watching the man as he approached their woman. They couldn’t just run up and beat the crap out of him, could they? No, it could be just an innocent meeting of an old friend.
Turk heard Kane growl as the man got closer to Stephanie. Before the person had a chance to get within arm’s length of her, Kane was on the move. They’d both seen the flash of a knife, and they just hoped they could get to her fast enough.
“Hey, Steph,” Kane yelled as he ran toward her. The person looked in his direction and took off running in the opposite direction with Turk on his ass.
Kane grabbed her, pulling her against his body, and held her tightly. His heart had almost stopped when he’d seen the knife in the man’s hand.
“What the hell is going on, Kane? Who was that idiot, and was that actually a knife in their hand?” She couldn’t stop shaking. When she’d first noticed the stranger, she’d also seen the knife in their hand and froze on the spot like an idiot. Thank God Kane and Turk had been there.
“It’s all right, baby, I got you. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he whispered against the top of her head.
He couldn’t stop fucking shaking.
Turk came back around the corner a few minutes later and walked straight over to Steph and pulled her from Kane’s arms and into his, sighing heavily the moment she snuggled into him.
“Did you get a look at him, Turk?” Kane asked.
“No, whoever it was had their face covered, so I didn’t get a good look. There was another person sitting on a Harley right around the corner, so I couldn’t catch them, but I got a good look at his tags.” Stephanie felt so fucking good against him, so right.
Turk kissed her forehead then her cheek before handing her back to Kane for him to cuddle for another minute.
“We’re going to follow you to Joe and Helen’s and let them know that you’ll be moving in with us tonight.” Pressing a finger against her lips when she tried to say something, he continued, “Someone just tried to kill you, angel eyes, and I, for one, am not going to give him another chance, so please don’t fight me on this. It’s a day early, I know, but there’s no pressure, baby. Turk and I can wait for you until hell freezes over, or until Turk ties you to the bed and pleasures you into admitting your feelings for both of us, whichever comes first.”
Pushing back from Kane so she could see his eyes, Stephanie was surprised when she saw no jealously, only desire. She had kept tabs on Kane and Club Kinsey, so she was well aware of what he wanted from her. She looked over at Turk as he came to stand behind her and pull her back against him, and he said quietly in her ear, “You’re not going to make us wait too long, are you, sweetness?”
“I just got here, guys. I’m not going to be rushed into any decisions,” she said, shaking her head, trying to focus. “You both make me feel things, and I don’t know what to do about it, and now with what just happened…” Stephanie had always been able to deal with anything that life had thrown her way, the loss of her parents when she was twenty and then the devastation of losing Kane, or so she thought, a few years later. But this, this was something different altogether.
“Let’s get you over to Joe’s so we can tell them what’s going on, and then we’ll head to our place.” Kane helped her into her vehicle, and then he and Turk headed back to his and pulled out behind her. Both men were very aware that the woman in the truck ahead of them was in danger and that, until they found out who had attempted to attack her, she wasn’t safe.
* * * *
Stephanie was still shaking slightly when she pulled into Kane’s driveway a few hours later. It was dark now, and after letting Joe and Helen know what was going on, she’d promised them to do what Kane and Turk told her to do regarding her safety. And their first order? That she was to wait in her truck with the doors locked until they pulled up behind her. She didn’t like feeling scared. It really sucked. Fuck, she’d only been back in her hometown a day. She couldn’t have pissed off anybody badly enough for them to want to kill her. She was lost in thought and hadn’t noticed Kane’s truck pull up behind hers, so when he rapped on the window, she jumped.
Opening her door, she was swept up into Turk’s arms as he carried her to the front door. Giggling like a kid, she couldn’t help but be amazed at the size and strength of the man now holding her.
Once safely inside, Turk set her on her feet and helped her with her coat.
“Okay, sweetness, head on into the living room, and I’ll go and get dinner together. It’s right through those doors there,” he said, kissing her soundly on the lips and then heading into the kitchen.
He must have started their dinner earlier, because the place just smelled great.
Entering the living room, Stephanie was immediately struck by its enormity. This one room was the size of her whole apartment back in the city, and she thought she’d been pretty lucky to have had such a good-sized place at the time. Walking toward the fireplace on the far wall, she noticed a piano sitting off in the corner. She remembered that Kane played, but he hadn’t had one when they’d first been together because he didn’t have the room in his old house. This place, though, had room and then some.
She sat down on one of the overstuffed chairs by the fireplace and realized just how exhausted she was. Driving almost straight through to Kinsey hadn’t been one of her better ideas, but she had wanted to get home so badly she didn’t think about it. Slipping off her shoes, she tucked her feet under her butt and curled up with her head against the armrest. She’d just close her eyes for a minute, and then she’d feel much better.
* * * *
Walking into the room, Kane felt immediately like someone had kicked him in the guts. Stephanie had curled up on one of the overstuffed chairs and was fast asleep. It felt so right having her here with them. He just hoped that she would want to stay with them.
“Dinner’s ready, buddy,” Turk whispered beside him.
“You go wake her up, and I’ll set the table,” he said to his friend, a deep frown on his face.
“What’s up with you, Kane? You should be over the moon now that Stephanie is in our home, not frowning and acting like you’re never going to forgive her for leaving.” Turk always knew just what buttons to push to piss him off, but tonight he really wasn’t up to having a knock-down-drag-out with him.
“Just wake her up and bring her into the kitchen, asshole.” He growled and started moving to the kitchen.
Kane knew he had forgiven Stephanie for not giving him a chance to explain ten years ago. That wasn’t the reason he couldn’t go near her right now. He couldn’t go wake her because he remembered what she was like when she first woke up. She was all cuddly and soft, and there had been many times he’d awoken her just to have her snuggle against his body in her sleep.
Trying to push the memory of her softness out of his mind, Kane grabbed the plates and silverware and started setting the table. When they’d built this place five years ago, he’d hoped that someday they would share it with Stephanie. Kane knew that Turk would fall for her once they had a chance to meet, and even if she hadn’t come home, Kane had known where she was and was getting ready to go and bring her back, but thankfully, fate stepped in, and he wouldn’t have to explain to Turk why he was bailing him out of jail for kidnapping.
“Hey there, angel eyes,” he said, smiling the minute he saw her. Damn, he knew she’d look all soft, and his dick knew it, too, because it was pushing hard against his zipper trying to get to her.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you guys. I guess with all the travel and then the emotions of the day, everything just caught up with me.” She yawned and sat down on the chair Turk had pulled out for her.
“There’s no need to apologize, baby. We just want to make sure that you that you get some dinner into you. After you’ve eaten, we’ll all head up to bed…to sleep,” he clarified.
“Whatever it is it smells wonderful,” she said shyly.
“Turk makes a mean stew, let me tell you. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be eating at the diner every night ’cause I can’t cook worth a damn.” Spooning some of the delicious-smelling stew into the bowl in front of her, Kane kissed the top of her head and then handed the utensil over to Turk.
“What…? You aren’t going to serve me and kiss the top of my head?” he asked with a smile.
“You’re too big and ugly for me, pal, sorry.” Kane had to laugh as well because when they’d first moved in together, a lot of people in the town took it as they were a couple. No one bothered them about it. They just assumed that he and Turk were lovers. They had quickly nixed that little rumor.
“Oh my fucking God, this is the best stew I’ve ever tasted, Turk.” Stephanie closed her eyes and moaned loudly as she chewed and swallowed the savory beef dish.
* * * *
Turk could feel the warmth rising to his face at her compliment. He’d always loved to cook. It had been his one saving grace during a time in his life when there wasn’t much else good around him.
Garth “Turk” Delray had grown up on the streets. His parents had died in a police shootout when he was ten, so he was sent into foster care. Most of the foster families that he was sent to didn’t give a shit whether or not he went to school or robbed a bank. They were so caught up with theirrealfamilies and spending the money the state gave them for him that they didn’t care what he did. The only family who had cared about him was the Delrays. They’d been the last foster family that he was placed with, and by that time he was a hardheaded sixteen-year-old with a record. But Karen and Juan Delray had been patient and loving no matter what he’d thrown at them. Karen had taught him how to cook, and he loved to surprise them with special dishes. When the state asked if they wanted him removed, after being brought home by the cops for the umpteenth time, they said no and continued to love him. One night after he’d snuck out to a party at one of his friend’s houses, Juan showed up to bring him home. His friends had tried to beat on Juan, but he’d stepped in front to protect him, and that was the moment that changed everything in his life. He started going to school daily, and he found that he was a great student. When he was called into the principal’s office about a week before his graduation, he was terrified that something had happened to his parents. By that time, they had officially adopted him and changed his last name.
Karen and Juan were sitting in the office with huge smiles on their faces, and when they told him they had just received a call from Harvard and he’d been offered a full scholarship, he couldn’t believe it, but he also knew he couldn’t accept it. He’d made a decision to join the Marines after high school and had already signed the papers. When he told his parents and principal, they didn’t yell or scream at him, his mom cried, but both his dad and the principal had these proud smiles on their faces and shook his hand, telling him they would stand behind him one hundred percent.
He’d gone through basic training easily. He had always kept himself in good shape, so when he was assigned to a unit, he wasn’t pleased to find out he wouldn’t be deployed to any hot spot. That was what he had signed up for. He wanted to fight for his country, but because of some stupid test he’d taken during basic, he was more useful to them in intelligence.
After fifteen years of using his brain as well as his brawn, he had decided to retire. He’d met Kane after he signed up with a private security firm that was run by some of Kane’s old military buddies, and the rest was history.
Now here he was sitting at the table looking at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and blushing like a schoolboy.
“Thank you for the compliment, sweetness, my mom taught me to cook a long time ago. She had hoped it would keep me out of trouble, but I was too stupid to see it at the time. It wasn’t until years later, while in the Marines, that I got back into it. My mom and dad love it when I come home to visit because I love trying out new recipes on them.” Turk smiled shyly and quickly filled his mouth with food before he said anything else.
“One thing I’m curious about, Turk?” Stephanie asked as she swallowed another bit of stew. “Is Turk your real name or a nickname?” She smiled and continued eating.
“It’s a nickname we gave him years ago because of his obsession with the Big Turk chocolate bar.” Kane grinned. “He always had a bag of them no matter if we were in the best hotel room or the middle of a hot jungle somewhere. He always had those flippin’ chocolate bars with him.” Both men laughed at the memories.
“My real name is Garth Delray, sweetness,” he told her.
“I like the name Garth. It suits you somehow, so maybe I’ll call you Garth instead of Turk. I think the name is very sexy. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because I had a thing for Garth Brooks a few years ago.”
Leaning over, he took her hand, and with his voice sounding deep and full of desire, he said, “You can call me Garth all you like, baby. I can’t wait until I hear you scream it when I’m buried balls deep inside you.”
It suddenly seemed really warm in the kitchen to Steph. When she glanced over at Kane, he had this big grin on his face, and his eyes, those gorgeous gray eyes, were filled with passion.
“All righty then,” she sighed, pushing back from the table. “Can one of you show me where I’ll be sleeping?”
Both men rose from their seats, and without a word, each took a hand and led her upstairs to the master bedroom. Once inside, she noticed that most of her suitcases where already in the room. One of them must have gone and gotten them while she was napping.
“This is a beautiful room, and the bed is huge. I think it’s even bigger than a king-size.” Moving over to the bed, she lifted one of her smaller cases onto it and started looking for her pajamas. She was exhausted and wanted a shower and a good night’s sleep. The shower she was assured of, but the good night’s sleep? She hadn’t had one of those in a very long time, so she was hoping that, now that she was back home, she’d be able to sleep better.
“You go take a shower, and Turk and I will go and shower in our rooms. We’ll see you in a few minutes, baby.” They both turned and left the room, leaving her with a huge question. Were they sleeping in here with her?
Standing under the hot spray of the shower felt wonderful to Stephanie. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d become over the day. Rinsing the last of the shampoo out, she squeezed some of the water from her hair before opening the glass door and squealing when she found Turk standing there waiting for her, holding a huge-assed bath towel, and with the biggest grin on his face.
“Shit, Garth, you startled me,” she said and allowed him to wrap her in the towel.
Leaning down, he nuzzled her neck and said, “I love the sound of my name on your lips.” And then he kissed her. Not the chaste little peck he’d given her before, but one that she felt from head to toe. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he grabbed her ass as he lifted her up to him so he wouldn’t have to stoop. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she wrapped her legs around his hips and started to grind herself against his hard cock.
Grabbing a handful of wet hair, he pulled her mouth away from his and whispered against her neck, “Say it again, baby, say my name again.”
“Garth, please…” she begged.
“Now this is an incredible sight.” Kane was leaning against the door frame with only a towel wrapped around his hips.
Smiling, he walked over to them kissed the side of her head and told Turk he’d finish drying her, and for him to go shower.
“I was having fun, Kane,” she pouted.
“You need your rest, angel eyes, so let’s get you dried off and into bed.”
“Kane?” she called his name softly.
“What is it, baby?”
“Why did you start calling me angel eyes?” Kane looked up from his kneeling position and frowned at her. Standing, he wrapped the towel around her and lifted her to sit on the counter.
“I started calling you angel eyes because every time I looked into them, I saw heaven.” The hands that had been resting on the counter beside her were suddenly holding either side of her face. “I still see heaven when I look at you, Stephanie, I always will.”
Kane’s kiss was so different yet so familiar. His lips could still make her juices flow between her legs quickly, that was for sure, but now they also made her want to give in to any desire of his. She hadn’t always known she’d liked to give up control in the bedroom. It wasn’t until about four years ago, after she found out about Kane and Club Kinsey.
She had decided to do some research and spoke with one of the local clubs about it. At first, they balked because they were afraid she was trying to do some seedy expose, and they ensured their club members of privacy. She agreed to sign a waiver that stated that anything legal and consensual she witnessed within the boundaries of the club could not be written about unless she was given written permission by the membership board. Once she signed the form, she was allowed to enter the club. She arrived at the club that first night terrified of what she would find, but luckily she was paired with a Dom/sub couple that was willing to allow her to ask them questions and to watch them. Donavan and Megan were the most wonderful people she’d ever met, and after that first night she knew she wanted to find someone she could trust, like Megan trusted Donavan, and surrender to them.
Kane’s warm tongue delved into her mouth, and she moaned and rubbed her breasts against his chest. But as he wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her knees, she lost that full contact she wanted. Still kissing her, he carried her through the bedroom to the large bed on the other side of the room. Tearing his mouth away, Kane placed her to stand in front of him. He smoothed back the tangled mess of her hair and smiled as he removed both their towels. She may have forgotten a couple of small things about him, but she never would forget how huge his cock was or how well he used it. She ran her hands up and across his chest to his broad shoulders.
“There is nothing on this planet that I would love more than to bend you over the side of the bed, spread your legs, and plunge myself deep into that sweet, sweet pussy of yours, baby, but tonight you need rest, so that is what we’re going to give you, so climb up on the bed and snuggle down.” Kane groaned when she did exactly as she was asked because it displayed both her pussy and her ass so nicely, and she knew it. God, she was so fucking sexy.
Turk had walked into the room just as Steph had climbed on the bed. The view he got was spectacular, and obviously, if that groan was any indication, Kane thought so, too.
“That was the most delectable sight I’ve ever seen, kitten,” Turk said as he walked naked to the other side of the bed.
Stephanie could feel her whole body heating just from the knowledge that both men had taken a good look and liked what they’d seen.
“I thought this was my room?” she asked sleepily.
“It is your room, baby, but it’s also now ours. From now on, you don’t sleep alone. We need you close to us so we can take care of you and protect you.” Kane lay down beside her and pulled her back against his front, inhaling sharply when her ass came up against his rock-hard cock. Fuck, he didn’t know how much sleep he’d get tonight, but it would be damned worth losing sleep over knowing that his angel eyes was back in his arms again.
“I’m a big girl, Kane. I can take care of myself, you know.” He smiled to himself because he had been hoping she was sleepy enough to let that one slip by.
“I know you can, baby, but when you’re with me or Turk, you will let us protect and care for you from now on, is that understood?”
“I should yell at you for being so arrogant, but I’m too tired, so I’ll just say yes, Kane…for now.”
They knew she was asleep when her breathing evened out, and her body relaxed against them completely.
“We’re not going to let her get away, are we?” Turk asked quietly.
“Never again, buddy. Now go to sleep, because she made this just a little too easy for us. If I know Steph, by the end of the week she’ll be yelling and kicking up a fuss about our protectiveness.”
“She’s a little spitfire, Kane, and it’s going to be so much fun riling her up every now and then just to see all that fire.”
Turk must have a death wish he thought before sleep overtook him.
Waking up to the smell of coffee was a really nice feeling. As her eyes opened and adjusted to the light, Stephanie sat up and looked around the room, wondering why she’d woken up alone. She could just hear the clang of a pan from the kitchen, so she figured that Kane and Turk didn’t wake her up because they thought she needed the rest. They were right.
Getting up, she grabbed the T-shirt that was lying over the chair and pulled it on. She’d never been one to hide her body, but she was ten years older than the last time she lived here and, for some reason, felt self-conscious around Kane and Turk.
Rustling through her suitcase, looking for her red bra-and-panty set, she didn’t hear the door open behind her.
“Well, don’t you look just good enough to eat.” Kane’s voice was so close it startled her.
Turning, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the two men who had just come into the room.
Both were huge and well over six foot four, with Turk standing about an inch taller than Kane. Their well-worn jeans hugged their hips like they’d been sewed right on them. Two devastatingly gorgeous male specimen, and both were Doms. Fuck, she could be in big trouble now.
“Why the frown, angel eyes?” Kane asked as he walked toward her. For such large men, they both moved with surprising grace, but she wasn’t gonna be the one to tell them that.
“Ah, nothing really, just looking for some clothes to wear into work today. I have a lot to do, and sleeping late isn’t going to help me get done all the things that I need to accomplish.” She cringed at the bitchy tone of her voice, but she needed to get a shower and head into the office, and all she wanted to do was have them ravage her.
“You’re not going in to work without one of us with you, Steph,” Kane told her.
“I don’t need a bodyguard, Kane. That guy was probably just some nut job. How anyone could be pissed enough at me, when I haven’t even written my first editorial yet, is beyond me. Christ, I haven’t even been here long enough to get this week’s galleys together.”
Finally seeing the red set she’d been looking for, she picked it up, along with a pair of her favorite 501 button-fly jeans and a T-shirt, and headed to the shower. But before she could take more than two steps, Turk picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
“Food first, shower, and then we’ll discuss work,” he said as he carried her down to the kitchen.
Stephanie saw red. She’d heard the expression many times but had never actually experienced it herself until now.
“Put me the fuck down, you asshole,” she yelled. “I am going to have a shower and then head into work. I’ll pick something up on my way.” When she realized he wasn’t listening to her, she started to kick her legs to try and shake his hold on her, which, if she would have thought about it, wasn’t such a good idea.
Smack…smack…smack…She stopped kicking immediately and lifted her head to look for Kane. He was walking behind them with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“He just fucking spanked me, Kane,”she said, shocked by the unmitigated gall of the man carrying her.
“That he did, baby, and I’m sure it’s only one of many that I see in your future.” She knew that Turk had been holding in a laugh when it finally burst from him.
“Now he laughs at me…? I think I want to go back to Joe and Helen’s please, at least I’m not the butt of everyone’s jokes there.”
Turk stopped when they reached the kitchen and set her sore ass down on one of the chairs.
Grabbing her chin, he knelt in front of her and pulled her so she had to look at him. “We would never laugh at you, sweetness, but you are a kick in the pants sometimes, and you know it. We never said you couldn’t go to the paper today. We just want to make sure you’ve eaten and that you arrive safely. You’re ours to protect now, and we don’t think those people last night were just some nut job. They’d been waiting for you for almost an hour and had their escape well planned. Our only saving grace in this is that I got the license numbers.”
Sighing, Stephanie knew he was right. She just didn’t like being scared like this.
“You didn’t write the tags down, so how can you remember them?” she asked.
“I’ll let Kane explain that one to you. It’s all mumbo jumbo to me, and I live with it.” Gently kissing her, he stood and went to finish whatever he had been making.
* * * *
Kane had sat quietly and watched the interaction between the two most important people in his life. One of the main reasons he hadn’t gone after Stephanie sooner was because of Turk. He hadn’t been ready to settle down, and Kane knew that Stephanie would be the last woman they ever shared together because she would become their wife.
“He has what is called an eidetic memory,” Kane told her.
“And am I supposed to know what that is?” She smiled at him and then at Turk when he placed a platter with a huge pile of scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast on the table and told her to dig in.
As if he’d been doing it for years, Kane picked up a plate and started piling food on it. He sat in front of her and then grabbed some food for himself before continuing his explanation.
“Someone who has an eidetic memory is able to recall memories or reproduce things that they have previously seen with startling accuracy, clarity, and vividness. Turk also has a photographic memory, which makes it even better. That’s why when he joined the Marines, the intelligence guys grabbed him. See, Turk has an extraordinary gift, or curse, as he sometimes refers to it. He rememberseverything. He could read a book today and recite it back to you word for word a year from now.”
Placing her hand over Turk’s, she said, “That must be awful at times,” her voice filled with empathy. “To not be able to forget things, especially being a marine, you must have seen humanity at its worst.”
* * * *
Stephanie had no idea the gift she had just given to Turk. Very few people saw that side of Turk’s abilities, they only saw what it could do for them. No one seemed to give a shit that every time he was sent into a war zone to gather intelligence, it wasn’t just the information from the numerous papers and computer files that he remembered, but it was also all the faces of those that were killed or injured along the way. Kane used to think he had it bad because he couldn’t forget the one young woman who blew herself up in front of them, but Turk remembered so much more.
“You are a gift, sweetness. I don’t know what I did to do deserve you, but I will cherish you ’til the day I die.” Turk lifted her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on her open palm.
“Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, Garth,” she said, smiling sweetly.
The breakfast he’d made was great, as usual, but now they had to figure out what they were going to do to keep their girl safe while she was at work. Both he and Kane didn’t think that whoever was after her would make any attempts while she was at the paper, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After rinsing and stacking their dishes in the dishwasher, they all went into the living room.
“I need to get going pretty soon, guys, so which one of you is coming to the office with me?” Just like that, no quarrel, no argument, just acceptance.
“Why are you giving in so easily, baby? What do you have up your sleeve?” Kane asked.
“I made a promise to Joe and Helen that I would let you two protect me, and I’ll listen to whatever you say regarding my safety. As much as it’s going to irritate the shit out of me, I never go back on a promise. But you have to let me do my job at work. There’s a lot to do, and I can’t have either of you trying to stop me from doing something. At work, I’m the new boss. I have to earn these people’s respect, and if you’re coddling me all the time, that will never happen.”
* * * *
She was a fierce one that was for sure. When they’d been together ten years ago, he’d only caught glimpses of the woman she was now. Being away had given her time to spread her wings and come into her own as a woman, and boy, did she ever.
“We’re not going to come into the office with you today, angel eyes. Turk is going to drive you there and pick you up and keep an eye on the people coming and going from the front, but we are both very protective of you right now, and if we were to go inside with you, we’d be questioning every employee in regards to last night, and that’s not necessary at this point. There may come a time, however, when it might become necessary. You’ve just come back into my life, and there is no fucking way you’re getting away again.”
Kane pulled her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. The moment their lips touched, fireworks exploded in his brain, and his cock was instantly rock-hard. Forcing his tongue between her lips, he parted them, possessing her completely. He was laying claim to her mouth, making damn sure she knew who she belonged to. His fingers grasped the neckline of the oversized T-shirt, and in one movement, he ripped it apart, bearing her completely to his gaze.
Turk moved in behind her the moment the T-shirt was gone. His rock-hard body felt incredible against her.
“You’re beautiful,” Kane said quietly.
Stephanie was surprised at the thrill it gave her to know that she was able to excite these two powerful men. They made her feel desirable and wanted like never before.
Wrapping one of his arms around her from behind, Turk pulled her back against him, and with the other, he gently ran his hand down the side of her breast before cupping it and offering it to Kane.
Stephanie’s body arched automatically toward him as he swooped in and drew her hardened nipple into his mouth. She fisted handfuls of his hair in response to the overpowering need they were building in her.
Biting down gently on her nipple, he was pleased when she moaned in ecstasy before sighing as he slowly ran his tongue between her breasts.
“Please, Kane, it’s been so long. I want you and Garth to show me how to please you both.” Her voice was soft and she almost whispered her plea.
Kane cupped her breasts, squeezing them together before again taking one extended nipple between his teeth, only this time his bite was a little harder than before, bringing a loud gasp from her. While Kane continued his attention to her breasts, Turk began nuzzling his mouth down her neck and across the top of her shoulder, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. Her neck was one of the most sensitive spots on her body, it seemed, because the more attention he paid to it, the wetter she became.
* * * *
The anticipation building within her mind was exquisite. She’d always loved that about Kane, the way he would spend so much time touching and tasting her before fucking her senseless. A loud moan spilled from her lips when Kane knelt in front of her, kissing her stomach and spreading her stance wide so he could taste her sweet juices.
“Mmm, you smell delicious, angel eyes, and you’re so wet for us. How long has it been since you’ve had sex, baby? It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” she answered him breathlessly, “there hasn’t been anyone since you.”
Both men stopped immediately, bringing a howl of frustration from Stephanie.
Standing again in front of her, Kane took her chin in between his thumb and forefinger and brought her face up to look at him.
“Are you telling me you haven’t had sex with any other man in ten years?” Kane’s voice seemed harsher than normal.
Feeling somewhat exposed, and being the only one naked, Stephanie tried to step out from between them, but neither man would allow it.
“Sweetness, Kane asked you a question, and since you know of our rules in the house, I suggest you answer him, or we may have to spank that naked ass again.” Turk rubbed his hands up and down her arms, trying to calm her as much as possible.
Stephanie’s mouth had gone dry, so when she tried to swallow, it sounded very loud to her ears. She hadn’t meant to let that little bit of information out so soon, but now that it was, she supposed she’d have to deal with it.
“When I left here, Kane, I was angry and hurt, so men were not a high priority for quite some time. Then my career took off, and I was so swamped at work I didn’t have time to date, let alone get to know someone well enough to let them fuck me. About four years ago, when I heard you’d bought into Club Kinsey, I started to do some research. I wanted to find out what was so appealing about the lifestyle. I talked one of the local clubs into allowing me to come and observe for a few nights. It took them awhile, and I had to agree that I wouldn’t write a story about them, but the owner introduced me to this great Dom/sub couple, Donavan and Megan. The answered all my questions and allowed me to watch the scenes they did. They became great friends and eventually sponsored my membership in the club.”
Kane could feel his anger rising as she told her story. Why the fuck did she go to another Dom? He should have been the one to introduce her to the lifestyle, not some fucking strangers.
“I only managed to go to the club a handful of times because my work was so hectic, but when I did, I enjoyed myself, but only to a point. I couldn’t let myself go completely with any Dom. Donavan and Meg introduced me to many different Doms, but I just couldn’t do it.” Hanging her head as if ashamed of her inability to lose herself to someone, she quickly peeked up when Kane took a step away and stood back with his arms crossed over his massive chest.
“Do you know why you couldn’t let go with another Dom, angel eyes?” he asked her.
Turk was still holding her arms, so she just leaned back against him, as if in dire need of his closeness.
“No, I don’t, Kane. I’ll try really hard with you, I just don’t know. It feels so different with you and Garth. It’s like I’m supposed to be here.”
Stephanie could feel Turk’s hardness against her lower back and wanted so bad to feel it inside her.
Kane took another few steps away from her and stopped.
“Come here, Stephanie,” he said in a voice that she was sure she could feel against her wet pussy. Turk dropped his hands, and she walked to stand in front of Kane.
“That is why you couldn’t let go, angel eyes,” he said and stroked one of his hands along her jaw. “You belong to me. You’ve always belonged to me, and now you belong to Turk as well. Your mind wouldn’t allow you to accept another Dom.” Kane watched her eyes widen and her mouth open, as if she was going to say something, and then she closed it again. Wrapping her arms around his waist, he wanted her to crawl inside him and stay there, safe and right next to his heart.
“Can I ask you a question, Kane?” Steph looked up at him with those big dark-blue eyes.
“You can ask me anything, angel eyes.” He smiled down at her and kissed the tip of her nose.
“If I belong to you and Turk, does that mean that you belong to me as well?” Before he even had a chance to open his mouth, Turk answered for him.
“We are yours and yours alone, sweetness. We want you to be ours forever. The moment I laid eyes on you in the diner, I wanted to drown in you. I didn’t know who you were and hadn’t a clue until Kane mentioned you. Oh, he’s talked about you over the years. Fuck, he’s talked about you so much sometimes I started to think the boy was daft and living in a fantasy world. The way he described you was perfect.”
“You haven’t answered my question, Kane.” Stephanie stood patiently waiting for him, but she knew that he was scared. She had some things to make up to him still, but they had a lifetime for that.
“The day I met you, angel eyes, I belonged to you. I can’t tell you that I’ve been celibate for the last ten years, but I have been with only a handful of women, and most of that was at the club. I have loved you forever, it seems, but you have some punishments due to you, baby.”
Just as she was about to ask what for, her cell rang. Picking it up from the nightstand, she answered, still keeping her eyes on the two men in the room.
“Stephanie here, yeah…oh shit, I’ll be there in thirty minutes, and they better all still be there if they want to keep their jobs.” Hanging up, she picked up the clothes she was going to wear to work and kissed both Kane and Turk quickly on the lips, saying, “I’m really late, and I have a lineup of angry female employees waiting for me. I need to grab a quick shower before I head in.”
“I’ll wait for you downstairs, baby, and take you in. When you’re done tonight, I’ll pick you up, so don’t leave the building until I get you, okay?” Turk said as he headed out of the room.
Stopping in front of Kane, Steph smiled and said, “I’ve always loved you, Kane, and any punishment you give me, I have earned. I didn’t trust you ten years ago, and for that we both paid dearly. All I can do now is show you that I will always trust you, or if I have doubts, I will come to you or Turk with them.” Taking his hand, she kissed his palm and headed for her shower.
Entering the bathroom, she leaned against the closed door and sighed. Coming home had been the best idea she’d ever had. Hopefully, she, Kane, and Turk would be able to start a life together.
Pulling up in front of the paper, Steph quickly leaned over and gave Turk a kiss on the cheek. They’d already discussed, actually more like argued, on the drive there, about what time he’d be there to pick her up.
Since she was getting in later than expected, she wanted to stay later so she could go over anything she’d missed this morning. That idea didn’t sit well with Turk.
“You can stay until seven then I’ll come and get you and take you to the club for dinner with Kane and me. You can meet some of the new people in town and catch up with Ryder, Sam, and Dan. I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you after all this time.
She’d known the Kinsey triplets growing up but hadn’t had a whole lot to do with them until later in high school. She wasn’t in their league, and she was actually really glad for it. They were kind of the golden boys of Kinsey, and all the girls drooled over each one of them. It wasn’t until just before spring break of their senior year that she got to know all them of them really well.
* * * *
Years earlier the triplets had all been in various classes with her, and it seemed that each one of them was about to fail one class. If they did, it meant no graduation and no military for at least another year.
Mr. Gillette, their principal, called her and the triplets into the office the day before spring break was to start and told them that for the next month, including during spring break, Stephanie was to tutor each one in the subject they were failing. With Ryder, it was chemistry, for Dan, it was math, and for Sam, well, with Sam it was history, of all things. This surprised almost everyone that knew him because he was such a smart guy. Except for this one class, he was an almost straight-A student.
Having to spend their spring break in Kinsey did not sit well for the triplets. They had had visions of scantily clad girls by the poolside in Florida, just like almost every other male senior in the country, but it was not to be. When their parents found out about their grades, shit hit the fan, and all of them would be staying in Kinsey and studying with Stephanie.
Steph didn’t mind, she hadn’t had anything planned, and by helping them, it went toward her extra credit mark, and she got paid a small salary for her work, as well.
She smiled, remembering their first study group. Right from the start, she was going to let them know there would be no messing around.
“C’mon, Steph, it’s spring break, for fuck’s sake. I don’t want to spend the whole time inside studying.” Ryder, she knew, was going to be the most difficult to keep focused. But then she remembered hearing them talk about wanting to go into the military after high school and see the world.
“Listen here, you three idiots. If you don’t pass this one course that each of you are failing, none of you will be going anywhere next year except back to school for another semester. You have to have graduated to join the forces, so no good grade on your finals, no graduation, and no military service for at least another year.”
The next month went by quickly. All three boys buckled down and really studied hard. When their grades came back from their finals, all three of them came running through the halls like madmen, whooping and hollering until they found her and lifted her up and gave her each a big hug of thanks. They probably wouldn’t even remember her by now.
* * * *
When Shayne came in at seven with a very sexy-looking Turk behind him, Steph had never been so glad to see the end of a day. Shayne had been an absolute godsend. During the fashion department’s first meeting with her earlier on in the afternoon, he’d had to come into the office to help her break up a cat fight.
Apparently, Donna, the department head, had been hogging all the invitations to fashion shows in the city. From the looks of her expense accounts, she would go into the city for four or five days, on the paper, stay in one of the most expensive hotels, charge manicures and pedicures, and then tell Joe that they were necessary because she needed to look her best when she was representing thePictorial.
What was obviously unknown to Joe, or else he just didn’t want to listen to the woman talk anymore, was that the fashion show was only one night, and they were usually held in a hotel across town, which meant Donna either rented some fancy car for herself or hired a limo for the time she was there.
The other women in the department were pissed, and rightly so, because none of them had received a raise in over a year, and they were also upset because before Donna became the department head, all the fashion invitations that the paper received would be attended by a different woman each time, so they all had a chance to go to the city and see some of the top designer’s new fashions.
What really chapped Steph’s ass was it seemed Donna had been disallowing some of the same expenses that she was claiming, and when the girls found out, all hell had broken loose, and she’d had a frightened little diva hiding behind her for protection from the rest of the fashion department.
Once Shayne had gotten them all settled, Steph told Donna that she wanted a meeting with her on Monday morning. She was to have all her expense accounts with her, as well as her checkbook, because if Stephanie found any expenses on her accounts that weren’t directly related to her job, Donna would be repaying the paper for it.
That shut her up quickly and put all the other divas back into their little happy places until she could meet with each one individually. From what Joe had sent her, it seemed only two of the women ever contributed real articles to the paper, the others wrote the same drivel over and over again. Well, that was going to stop.
“Time for you to head out, boss. This really big guy here said if I didn’t let you go, he was going to do real nasty things to me before killing me.” Shayne smiled at Turk and left the room.
“You look absolutely gorgeous, Garth. You know that, don’t you,” she said, walking across the room and into his waiting arms.
“I bet every female working here is going to be standing outside my office when we leave, just so they can get a good look at that ass of yours,” she said right before she grabbed a handful of said ass.
“The only woman who I give a damn about is standing here groping my ass, so I don’t have anything to worry about…and neither does she.” Steph loved the way he looked at her when he said it.
“So it’s Friday night, and I’m off work now. So, are you taking me to Club Kinsey, or are you going to stay here and ravage me?” Turk looked at her as if he was seriously debating whether or not to just ravage her, but he wouldn’t do that to Kane, and they both knew it.
“Sweetness, I want you to do me one favor.” Turk looked kind of guilty in what he was about to ask her. “I know you said you like my real name, but I’d really prefer for you to call me Turk all the time, like everyone else. I was named after my father, and even though it drives me crazy to hear you say my name sometimes like you do, it also reminds me of some pretty bad times,” Turk said shyly.
Steph was stunned that Turk would feel that because he had the same name as his father he would be anything like him. His name wouldn’t change how she was beginning to feel about him.
“For you, Turk, I’d do anything,” she said, then pulled him down to give him a big kiss.
Both were breathing heavily when she finally broke away and said, “Now take me to the club, please, sir.”
Turk just about shot a load in his leather pants when she called him “sir.” He couldn’t wait to get her to the club.
* * * *
Kane paced back and forth in the front foyer waiting for Turk to arrive with Stephanie. He’d been a crazy man all day, according to his partners. Snapping at the new receptionist was the last straw. Ryder, Dan, and Sam had pulled him into the office and asked him what the hell was wrong with him.
“Turk’s bringing our woman here tonight.” He knew it would be a surprise to them since he hadn’t been with a woman for more than a night.“Holy hell, buddy, who is she, and when the hell have you had the time to find yourself a woman?” Dan asked.
“She kinda found us, I guess you could say. I’ve known her for a long time, and when Turk saw her in the diner the other day, I think he fell in love with her right then and there.” Kane wanted Stephanie’s arrival to be a surprise for them because they had gone through the hell with him when she’d left all those years ago. They had never judged either one of them, and Kane knew that they thought highly of Steph still.
“You’ll have to wait about another five minutes, and then you get to meet her. She’s a real special woman, and if everything goes right, Turk and I plan on marrying this one.”
“Well fuck, buddy, let’s go wait out front to meet this wonderful feminine specimen,” Ryder said, slapping him on the back. “Maybe she’ll like us better than you?”
“Uh yeah, I’ll be sure to let Tia know you said that.” Kane laughed and headed out the door ahead of him.
“Don’t you say a damn thing to our wife, Kane. You know I was just teasing you,” Ryder said, following behind him.
As they got about halfway across the room, the door from reception opened, and Turk and Stephanie walked in.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Ryder said. “No wonder you’ve been like a bear with an injured paw today. When did she get back?” he asked quietly.
“A couple of days ago, she bought the paper from Joe and is cleaning house.” He smiled when Steph’s eyes finally found his.
Quickly moving across the room, Steph almost jumped into Kane’s arms. “I missed you today, big guy,” she said when she kissed his chin.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, if it isn’t our beautiful savior.” Dan took her hand and pulled her into his arms for a welcome home hug.
The moment he did, however, there was a loud slam of the kitchen door. Turning to see what all the racket was, they saw one pissed-off little sub staring knives into Stephanie.
“Oh shit, sorry, Stephanie, just give me a minute.” Dan walked over to his wife and spoke quietly to her before bringing her over to meet her.
“Stephanie Morrison, I’d like you to meet our wife, Tia.”
From the look in the angry woman’s eyes, Stephanie could see the love she had for the triplets.
Holding out her hand, she said, “I’m so glad to meet the woman who managed to put that scared look on one of these boys’ arrogant faces.” Steph laughed.
Tia couldn’t help but laugh as well and welcomed her with open arms. “Sorry about the little display earlier. I have a tendency to want to kill any woman I see with her hands on any of my husbands.”
“I don’t blame you one bit, but from the looks on their faces, you have nothing to worry about. I’ve know these three since high school, and I think I’m the only female senior in our graduating class who didn’t date at least one of the triplets at one time or another.”
Tia’s eyes widened in instant recognition.
“You’re the one who tutored them in the classes they were failing when they were in high school. They’ve told me a lot about how much you helped them and that without you, none of them would be the men that they are today.”
“They just needed the right incentive to buckle down and do the work. All of them were incredibly smart they had just played around a little too much in certain classes.” Stephanie liked Tia right away. She was a woman who protected what was hers yet was confident enough in the bond with her husbands to give them the opportunity to explain a potentially damning hug. Stephanie wished she’d done the same with Kane ten years ago.
Taking Stephanie’s hand, Tia started pulling her across the room toward the bar. “Let’s go over and get ourselves a good stiff drink, and then we’ll sit in our booth and get to know each other better.”
The five men just stood there and watched as their women chatted and giggled while waiting for their drinks.
“Fuck, Kane, she’s just as beautiful as she was ten years ago,” Sam said. “You were getting ready to go after her next month, weren’t you?
“Yeah, I was, but fate stepped in and saved me a whole lot of time and aggravation. She’s back, and we’ve talked about the past, and she realizes what a huge mistake she made and says she is going to try to make up for it. Her words, not mine,” he said before he got his head bashed in by one of the triplets.
“She’s known about my ownership in the club since day one and actually went to another club in the city to do some research.” Kane watched the women talking and laughing at the bar and felt his whole body come alive.
“So we’re going to have some dinner, and then we’re taking her to our playroom to have some fun.”
Kane and Turk both headed over to stand next to Steph. Placing his arm around Stephanie’s waist, Kane whispered something in her ear, and then he and Turk went to find a privacy booth at the back.
* * * *
Stephanie hadn’t laughed so hard in such a long time. Tia was funny as hell, and she was perfect for the triplets.
“I’m so glad the triplets found you, Tia. They deserve to be as happy as possible, and it looks like you make them extremely happy,” Steph said, taking another sip of her drink. She had never been a heavy drinker, so she always made sure to take small sips of any drink she did have.
“It’s going to be great having you back here, too. My men talk about you all the time, and some of the stories they told are just priceless.” Looking very serious, Tia leaned over and whispered, “Did Ryder really try to kiss you during one of your study sessions?”
“Yeah, but he got the message when I asked him if his parents had good health care coverage, because if he didn’t stop I was going to introduce his balls to his tonsils.” Tia burst out laughing, and when she finally stopped, she took Stephanie’s hand and led her over to Kane and Turk.
The curtain on the booth had been pulled across, and Steph watched as Tia pushed a small button and waited. Kane opened the curtain, thanked Tia, and pulled Steph into the booth and hurriedly closed the curtain without saying a word.
All they heard, even through her laughter, was Tia saying, “Well that was rude,” as she walked away.
Kane quickly pulled Stephanie onto his lap and brought his mouth down on hers.God, the man can kiss!Without taking his lips from hers, Kane reached a hand up and started to undo the top button on her dress.
When she had finally been able to get dressed this morning, she’d decided that since they would be taking her to the club, she wanted to look a little sexier for them and had put away the clothes she’d originally had on and pulled out her favorite flirty dress and her cowboy boots. The dress she’d decided to wear had buttons all the way up the front. The light, pale-blue cotton always felt great against her skin. She’d never been one for fancy dresses because in her line of work there was just no place for them. Give her a worn pair of 501s and a T-shirt, and she was usually good to go. But tonight she wanted to look a little prettier, a little sexier. Both Kane and Turk had dressed comfortably as well. Turk had on a well-worn pair of black leather pants that showed off his long legs and great ass and made her the envy of every woman at the paper that watched her walk out with him. Kane wore a pair of tight button-fly jeans and a white T-shirt. She’d always loved how well his body was built. He was large all over, mind you, most people were large in comparison to her five three frame. But with Kane, when he wrapped his arms around her, she always felt so dainty and feminine.
When he finally released her lips, her dress was open to the waist, and he’d managed to unclip the front closure of her bra in the process.
She didn’t realize that the table could be moved out of the way to make it easier for Turk to lift her onto his lap, until his hands had gripped her waist, and she was across the booth straddling his lap.
“Well now, look what Master Kane has uncovered for me.” He smiled and pushed her dress down far enough to trap her arms. Nuzzling at the top of her breast, Turk nibbled his way across her chest to swipe his tongue over the other exposed nipple. His large, callused hand rested on one of her shoulders and then moved to gently caress down her back until he cupped her ass.
* * * *
Kane sat back, allowing Turk this time with their woman. He knew that Stephanie still had strong feelings for him, but he wanted her to develop those same feelings for his friend.
Watching the two most important people in his life enjoying each other was an incredible turn-on. He’d waited for the day when he and Turk would share Stephanie. Now with her home and willing to open herself up to new experiences, the sky was the limit.
“Fuck, baby, you are exquisite. I could spend hours just sitting like this feeling your soft skin against me,” Turk said in an almost-whispered voice.
Kane could tell by the look on his friend’s face that Stephanie was smiling at him. Leaning forward, she gently kissed Turk’s lips and tried to wrap her arms around him. But because of the way her dress was pulled down, she could only grab hold of his biceps.
Kane laughed softly and moved to put her dress on properly again, but Turk wasn’t having any part of it and growled at him, “You’re supposed to be helping remove her dress, Kane, not putting it back on.” Turk tried swatting at his hands to no avail.
“We need to get some food into her, and I don’t want all her pretty bits put on display for the waitstaff, at least not yet, maybe in a few months we’ll have her sit naked and eat here, but today I don’t think she’ll be comfortable with it.” He gently lifted her up and stood her in front of him and started buttoning her dress again, all the while listening to Turk grumble about too many buttons and how they should be undone. Once he had Steph reasonably covered again, he sat her down on the bench in between the two of them and then helped Turk pull the table back into place.
Pushing a button on the wall beside him, within minutes, a young male sub appeared with a trolley full of food. Quickly and without a word, the waiter placed all the plates on the table and left, closing the curtain behind him.
“I had everything ordered in advance because I wasn’t sure how long we were going to be able to last in this booth with you.” Leaning over, he kissed her temple and started filling a plate for her.
“I can get my own food, Kane,” she said, and the moment it was out of her mouth she realized what she’d done.
Kane placed the plate on the table and leaned back with his arm stretched out along the behind her. Bowing her head, she peeked through the hair that hung over her face.
“Since we haven’t had the time to set down formal protocol as of yet, I’ll let that one pass, but from now on, when we are at the club or in our home, you will let us take care of you, and you will trust us to tend to your needs.” He didn’t think she was quite ready to know yet that he and Turk wanted to take care of her always. She was an extremely strong-willed woman, and they would never want to squash that independence, but both men wanted to make the rest of her life as happy as possible, and for them that meant spoiling her rotten.
“I’m sorry, sir, it will take me some time to know what you want from me, but I will try my best.”
“Stephanie, look at me,” Kane said softly with an indulgent smile on his face.
“We don’t go for the strict protocol, but there will be certain areas that we will always be in charge of. Your well-being is one of them. Making sure you are eating properly is just something you’re going to have to get used to with us just as there will be things we will have to get used to with you. We have all the time in the world, angel eyes, so why don’t we relax and you let your Masters take care of you tonight.”
Kane filled both his and Turk’s plates with food and then stood beside the bench seat and said, “Come here, Steph, I want you to sit on my lap so I can feed you better.”
Quickly, she slid across the bench and stood in front of Kane, obviously not wanting to do something she wasn’t supposed to do. From the way she was behaving, it looked like she had decided to go with the idea of doing everything they asked of her, at least for tonight. Maybe it was her way to get a better understanding of the both of them.
Sitting back down, Kane pulled her to sit on his lap and picked up his fork. As she watched him scoop some of the delicious-looking food onto the utensil, Stephanie couldn’t help but feel absolutely cherished. Opening her mouth, the flavorful food burst onto her taste buds, and she let out a small moan.
“Oh, sir, that was delicious. The steak is just the way I like it, too, well-done but not burnt.”
* * * *
Stephanie giggled when Turk leaned across the table with a forkful of cheesy scalloped potatoes for her to try. Opening her mouth, she closed her eyes and sighed after swallowing the tasty dish. She had never felt so cared for in all her life. When she’d read about Dom/sub relationships online, a lot of places wrote of how a good Dom cherishes his sub and loves to make her or him happy. When she’d met Donavan and Meg, she’d seen it in reality, but she had thought it a fluke. She didn’t think, at the time, that any Dom would be able to make her feel adored. But now, sitting on Kane’s lap with both men feeding her, she not only felt cherished but also that this relationship could actually work.
She hadn’t wanted to give in to them so easily, but they had shown such patience and love to her that it had been impossible to keep them out of her heart. She’d known that her feelings for Kane were stronger than ever, but they were also just as strong for Turk. Even though she’d known him only a very short time, they had connected immediately, just as she and Kane had all those years ago. She didn’t want to remember her stupidity ten years ago, but even though it caused both Kane and her great heartache, it also gave her a chance to become the woman that she was today. Maybe she hadn’t been strong enough to handle what Kane wanted to give her back then, but today she could handle anything he wanted to do to her, as long as he wanted her.
* * * *
Kane was quite happy with Stephanie snuggled on his lap while he fed her. He’d dreamed of doing just this small thing with her. He’d never been one for high protocol with a submissive. He and Turk both preferred her to be submissive in the bedroom and club only, but a lot of the women that they had hooked up with wanted to be submissive twenty-four-seven, and for them, that was just too much. They didn’t want to have to make every decision for their sub or have her wait on them hand and foot. That was just way too weird for them. They knew of couples and ménage relationships that were full-time Dom/sub relationships, and they worked just great. It just wasn’t the type they wanted.
After they’d all finished eating, Turk pulled the table out and then lifted Steph from Kane’s lap and then sat back down with her on his. Kane laughed and said, “Sorry, buddy, I kinda hogged her through dinner. She just felt so good sitting all snuggled up on my lap. Next time you get her through the whole meal. That is, unless she is the meal.” He waggled his eyebrows at Stephanie.
Pushing the button to call the waiter, he was surprised when Tia opened the curtain. She removed all the dishes from the table to her cart and then stood with her hands behind her back and waited.
“What is it, Tia? You know you don’t use high protocol with us,” Kane said.
“Master Kane and Master Turk, will you allow me to take your sub to the spa tomorrow. It’s Saturday, and my Masters take me every Saturday. A lot of the other subs also attend, so it would give Stephanie a good chance to meet some of the others.” Tia bowed her head slightly, but they all could see the little smile she was trying to hide.
Kane looked over at Turk and winked as he stood towering over the petite sub.
“Well now, maybe you should ask a little nicer.” Tia’s head snapped up, her eyes glaring at him.
“That’s not a particularly submissive look on your face, Tia. Maybe I should have your Masters take you to the punishment room. Or maybe…they’ll let Turk and I give you the punishment ourselves,” he said in a quiet voice.
“I don’t bloody well think so,” Stephanie snarled and tried to get up off of Turk’s lap, but he just held her tighter the more she tried to wiggle free.
“You’ll touch no other woman,MasterKane, that’s for damn sure.” Stephanie realized, the minute they all looked at each other and burst out laughing, that she’d just laid claim to them.
“Oh, Stephanie, you are going to be such fun to have around,” Tia said and kissed her cheek before exiting the booth and pulling the curtain closed behind her.
“That was some outburst, kitten. You realize now that you are now ours to claim, ours to spoil and protect and love.” Turk’s words were like whispers across her skin as he kissed and nipped down the side of her neck.
Kane was standing watching Stephanie’s face at Turk’s mention of love. She had such a peaceful contentment about her now, and it was almost as if she’d been waiting for them.
After a slow, lingering, toe-curling kiss from Turk, he stood her on her feet in front of Kane.
Kane had loved this little bit of a woman for what seemed like forever, and now to have her standing in front of him was something out of a dream.
“Ten years ago you ran from me without giving me a chance to explain things to you. When you left, you took part of my heart with you, Stephanie. Back then I wanted to be the one to introduce you into the BDSM lifestyle, but you didn’t trust me enough. Now you’ve come home and have realized the mistake you made, but not only that you’ve grown into a stronger woman because of it. We can’t get those years back, baby, but we can move forward from here. I love you more than life itself, and Turk, I’m sure, feels the same way. After the little display with Tia, you’ve shown us that you have, at least some, pretty territorial feelings for us as well, but is it love, or is it something that, when the first misunderstanding happens, you’ll run again? You have to decide that one for yourself, angel eyes.” Kane reached a hand out and gently cupped her cheek. “We want to take you to our playroom upstairs, baby. Are you up for it, or do you want to wait for a while longer? I’ve waited ten years for you. I can wait a little longer,” he said softly.
Looking up at him with the most trusting expression in her eyes. Stephanie said, “I’m ready for whatever punishment you have for me, sir. I can’t turn back the clock and change the mistake that I made all those years ago, but I want you to know that I have never stopped loving you, and now”—she turned, holding her hand out to Turk—“now, I have not only the love of one incredible man, but two. I will never make the mistake again of not trusting either of you. I am and always will be your little sub. I know I have a whole lot to learn, but with two such handsome Masters to teach me, it shouldn’t be too long before I’m better trained.”
Stephanie let out a loud squeal when Kane bent down, shoulder to her stomach, and threw her over his shoulder. Turk pulled the curtain back, and they headed across the main room to the staircase that led to the private playrooms. Kane knew that he was acting like a Neanderthal, but the way their woman looked when she said she loved them brought out the beast in him.
To catcalls and whistles, Kane and Turk climbed the stairs with their little sub ready to begin her training.
From the shadows of the club, two people watched as the men climbed the stairs with their woman thrown over their shoulders.
“Why the fuck did that little bitch have to come back?” she whispered to the man beside her. “He was supposed to be mine. I’ve been working on him for the past ten years. I thought I’d driven her out of his life for good when she saw us together all those years ago, but it seems that the little skank thinks she can waltz back into my territory and take what is mine. She’s going to find out what happens when someone tries to take what is mine.”
The man beside her just stared back at her before saying, “Why not forget all about him, baby. You and I work so well together, why not just let it go.”
Jenny Black wasn’t a woman who could be easily swayed by a pretty face. Brian Thompson was as good-looking as his brother, but he didn’t have the same control that Turk did. She’d spent a lot of money tracking Brian down last year. He’d been a hard one to get a fix on. Brian didn’t like to stay in one place very long, and when the detective she’d hired was finally able to pin him down long enough to talk to him, she wasn’t surprised when he jumped at the chance to earn some big money.
All he had to do was to make it look like someone was out to kill Stephanie, he was to scare her enough so that she would leave town and never come back. If he couldn’t do that, then she’d have to take matters into her own hands and deal with the problem once and for all.
“Brian, you know I like you a lot, but Kane and I are destined to be together. I told you that already. You and I can have some fun for now, but once that little whore is out of the picture, Kane will surely want to marry me,” Jenny said.
“You’ve got to be kidding, Jen!” he said. “Kane only has eyes for that woman, and I don’t think there is any way for you to break them up. I know Turk has fallen for her, too. He always was a softhearted son of a bitch.”
Brian was only helping this crazy woman because he needed the money. It would pay off his debts and still leave a little for him to start over with. He wanted to make sure that Turk would be hurt as little as possible, because even though they hadn’t seen each other in years, he loved his big brother. Turk had always looked out for him when they were kids, standing in between him and their father’s fists. Turk had taken many a beating that had been meant for him until the night of their parent’s death, and he wouldn’t forget that. They’d been separated in foster care but still kept in touch by phone. As they grew older, the distance grew farther between them, and Turk always tried to keep track of him.
But the men he owed money to were not nice people, and if he didn’t pay them back quickly, he’d find himself with a couple of broken legs.
* * * *
Jenny couldn’t believe the shit that this asshole spewed. She and Kane would be together like they were meant to be. She just had to get Stephanie Morrison out of the picture again. If scaring her off wouldn’t do the trick, then she’d fall back on her old bag of tricks. She’d almost had him in her bed once before, she was sure that with the right incentive she could get him all the way in, only this time she’d make sure that Stephanie walked in on them, and then she would finally see that Kane loved her and not Stephanie. But nothing could be done about it tonight. She’d let Kane have his playtime with his toy, and then in a couple of days they’d make their move, and Stephanie would quickly pack up again and leave.
* * * *
Turk almost ran up the stairs ahead of Kane and Stephanie. His cock was so hard thinking about what they were going to do to their woman in the new playroom they’d built.
About six months ago, Kane had told him that he was going to go looking for Stephanie. He said he’d waited long enough, and he had hired a friend of his to find her. When he did, Kane was going to go and bring her back home where she belonged. Once the decision was made, they started working on their private playroom. Neither man had needed a private room before now, so they hadn’t bothered to use the room that Ryder, Sam, and Dan had given to Kane for his personal use. They’d always used the club rooms. And even then it wasn’t very often. Kane had never been able to get Stephanie out of his heart and had pulled him right in with all the stories about the beautiful Miss Morrison. For the longest time, Turk had thought that maybe Kane was making this woman up, but the more he talked about her and told him how he knew ten years ago that she was the one for him, the more Turk wanted to meet her. He’d feared at one point that once Kane found his “angel eyes” he’d have to go and find another partner to play with, but Kane told him right away that when Stephanie came home, she would love him, too. So he went along with Kane’s craziness. When Stephanie walked through the diner doors a few days ago, he’d already fallen in love with her.
He knew it was nutty, but for the last few years, listening to Kane talk about her, and the look on his friend’s face when he did, made him think that this woman was something really special. And now that he’d finally met her, there was no way in hell he was letting her go.
“Kane, will you let me down.” Steph laughed. “You’re acting like a caveman, sir.”
“Damn straight I am. You’re ours, and tonight we are going to claim you, body and soul,” he said as they entered the room, and he finally placed her on her feet again.
“You staked your claim loud and clear downstairs, baby, now it’s our turn. By the end of this night, you’ll know who you belong to and never run from us again.” The look Steph saw in both men’s eyes brought shivers of delight down her body. They looked primal.
* * * *
Turk knew what they were going to do first, so he headed off to the bathroom to start the huge tub they had had installed. Both the shower and the whirlpool tub had been custom-made by friends of theirs. They were big enough to fit all three of them. Turk had the strangest feeling while he was sitting on the side of the tub, that he’d been doing this forever. It was probably because Kane had talked so much about Stephanie, and having her here just seemed so natural.
He turned when he heard the other two come into the room.
“Holy crap, this has got to be the largest bathtub I’ve ever seen. It looks like it would fit six or seven people,” Steph said in wonder as she walked farther into the room.
“We had it custom built so that when you came home we all could fit in here.” Turk smiled, turned off the taps, and nodded to Kane.
“Strip and place your clothes on the stool,” Kane said to her, his voice deeper than normal.
Stephanie immediately started removing her dress. She quickly kicked off her cowboy boots, and then, folding her dress neatly, she placed it on the small stool where Kane had indicated.
Turk could see how nervous she was, but he knew she would do whatever they asked of her. Stephanie was a woman who, during the day, always had to be in control and always had to be strong, but here, with them, she didn’t have to be like that. She needed them to take over for her in the bedroom, it was her stress reliever. By them dominating her, she was able to let herself go. How she’d managed without it for so long was beyond him. Apparently she’d tried with other Doms, but without success. She never trusted them enough to let go.
“God, you’re beautiful,” crooned Turk, and he started to remove his clothes. He watched her eyes follow the movements of his hands as they pulled his shirt over his head, and she unconsciously licked her lips when his broad chest was exposed for her perusal.
Tossing the shirt aside, he undid the buttons on his leather pants and then carefully worked the zipper down. His cock was dying to sink into her body and had become so hard it was almost painful.
With the bath now filled and the jets running, Turk swooped Stephanie up in his arms and slowly lowered both of them in.
* * * *
As the warm water enveloped them, Stephanie sighed and leaned back against Turk so she could watch Kane undress. He was magnificent. At over six four, his whole body was massive. She felt Turk’s lips skim across the tops of her shoulders and couldn’t help but lean back farther against him.
Kane didn’t get undressed right away, though. Instead, he opened the cabinet and pulled out a razor and some shaving cream, and not manly smelling stuff, either. It was the kind that she used herself. She watched as he set the items on the side of the tub and quickly divested himself of his clothing.
Holy sex gods!She’d never get enough of seeing these men naked and hard. And knowing that she was the one they were hard for made her pussy cream even more than it already was.
“I want you to stand, baby, so that I can shave you. I want you to feel all the sensations we give you tonight.” Kane held out his hand, and, without hesitation, she took it and stood.
“This will do until you go to the spa with Tia. When you go, you can talk to the ladies at the spa and find out when would be a good time to come back to there so you can have it waxed. That way you’ll always be nice and smooth for your Masters,” Kane said as he knelt down beside the tub. Stephanie tried not to say a word when he sprayed some shaving cream onto his hand and then started rubbing it between her legs, but as his hand caressed her folds, she couldn’t help but cry out.
Kane quickly and carefully shaved away all her pubic hair and then gently kissed her mound.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growled.
After putting things away again, he finally got into the tub with them and pulled her to straddle his lap. She could feel his hard cock against her pussy and tried desperately to rub herself against it to find some relief, but Kane would have no part of that, and he gripped her hips tightly to stop her movements.
“Oh no you don’t, sub, you aren’t going to get yourself off.” Grabbing a handful of hair on the back of her head, he pulled back on it just enough to get her attention, saying, “We control when or if you’ll have an orgasm. But first we want to spend some time getting to know your body better.”
Stephanie closed her eyes and let her men explore her body completely, drawing contented moans from her as they moved their hands over her entire body.
Turk had moved to sit on the bench seat and ran his hands up and down her spine. With each caress, Stephanie felt a flood of moisture coat her already-soaked pussy. Her body arched slightly, which pushed her breasts into Kane’s chest, and she rubbed her sensitive nipples against its hardness. Before she had a chance to think, Kane pulled her face close and covered her mouth with his. Fire raced through her as his grasp on her hips tightened, crushing her against his chest. With his one hand still cupped at the back of her head, he held her in place as his mouth ravaged hers, his tongue sweeping in quickly to slide along hers.
The effects of the kiss were like waves through her body. Her senses were on overload, making her dizzy as his heat surrounded her, and she cried out into his mouth when she felt another set of hands reach for her breasts from behind.
“You have very sensitive breasts, baby. I can’t wait to see them in clamps,” Kane’s soft voice whispered across her cheek and down her neck. She could feel Turk’s hard body now pressed against her back; his soapy hands were gliding quickly over her shoulders and back.
“Let’s rinse her off and get her out of here,” he said through her haze of desire.
Turk quickly jumped out and grabbed a towel from the warming rack and wrapped it around his hips. Stephanie couldn’t believe the whining sound she’d heard had actually come from her, at him covering even a portion of his body.
Kane laughed and pinched her ass at the pouty look on her face.
“Stand up, angel eyes, so that Turk can start drying you. The sooner you’re dry, the sooner we can start really playing,” Kane said, helping her to stand and step from the tub into Turk’s waiting arms. He wrapped her in a warm towel and gently started to pat her dry.
Jesus and Jehoshaphat, if this wasn’t theirrealplaying then she just might die of frustration before the end of the night.
“I don’t know if I can handle this,” she told them.
“We’ll go slowly, baby. Trust us to not push you too hard too soon,” Kane said as he, too, dried off and then wrapped the towel around his waist.
Stephanie gasped when Turk picked her up and carried her back into the playroom and straight over to the large bed situated in the far corner of the room.
Laying her down in the middle of the bed, he grasped where she had fastened the towel and removed it. Quickly leaning in, he began to suck and nibble on her breast as she began to twist restlessly, trying to pull him closer, but he wasn’t having any of that and took both her hands and held them above her head in one of his.
“You’ve been restrained before, haven’t you, angel eyes?” The question from Kane caught her off guard.
“Yes…a couple of times, but it never felt comfortable, it never felt…right,” Stephanie answered.
“Like I told you before, baby, your heart belonged to me, and now it belongs to Turk as well. You trust us with your body. Can you trust us with your heart and soul as well?”
* * * *
Lying naked and vulnerable with these two gorgeous men, Stephanie had trouble believing it was really happening at all. She wanted each man desperately, the need so strong it threatened to overwhelm her.
“Sir…?” she asked quietly. “Would you please restrain me? I need to know that what I’m feeling is really happening. It all feels so surreal to have such a strong desire for both of you. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
Stephanie trembled as Turk, releasing her hands, got off the bed and moved to the stand at the end, while Kane positioned himself to the side. Taking one of her hands in his, Kane fastened a fur-lined cuff around her wrists, making sure that it wasn’t too tight before repeating the process with her other wrist.
Turk was busy almost mirroring the moves, but with her ankles, before dropping his towel and climbing up on the bed.
It felt so naughty and erotic, as she watched him shoulder his way between her thighs. Her clit felt huge, and they hadn’t even touched her much yet, and she could see by the way both their large cocks stood out from their bodies that she affected them just as strongly.
The first touch of Turk’s tongue on her slit had her crying out and arching off the bed.
“You’re going to go off like the Fourth of July, angel eyes.” Kane smiled down at her before leaning over and ravaging her mouth once again.
“She tastes so sweet, Kane, I can’t wait to sink my cock into our baby girl.” The words Turk used only inflamed her body further. She desperately tried to lift her pussy up to his mouth, only to have Kane grasp her sensitive nipple in between his fingers and grip tightly, saying, “We’ve only just begun, angel, just lay back and let your Masters take care of you.”
Turk’s tongue continued to slide over her labia and into her wet opening. No one other than these two men had ever made her feel this amazing. She moaned harshly as he slid first one and then a second finger into her opening and began to pump slowly in and out. All the while, his mouth and tongue sucked and ate at her pussy lips. Just as she started to feel as if she was about to explode, Turk lifted his head and removed his fingers from her body. She wanted to scream at him to put them back and give her her orgasm, but before she had the chance, he’d moved to the side, and Kane replaced him between her legs.
Steph watched in amazement as he stroked himself and then leaned forward a little and ran the head of his cock through her slick folds. He let go and slowly slid his hard shaft over her engorged clit.
“Do you remember how good it was between us all those years ago, baby?” He kept rubbing his cock across her clit but never filled her like she needed to be filled.
“Oh God, Kane. Yes, I remember. It’s what got me through some very lonely nights.” Steph eyes widened at her admission. She’d never meant to let him know just how much she’d missed him.
“You shouldn’t have stayed away from me for so long, angel eyes. Now that we have you, we’re not going to let you get away again.”
Lifting off of her, Kane leaned back and rested on his knees between her thighs. She was trembling all over and wanted nothing more than for one of them to fuck her hard.
“I think our little sub would like to you to fuck her, Kane,” Turk said as he ran his hand down her torso.
“She hasn’t earned it yet, Turk. She’s got some serious apologizing to do before she gets that, and besides, we have to make sure her cute, little ass is stretched enough to take you at the same time.
Stephanie started to fight the restraints. “I’ve never done that before, sir. I’m a little scared.”
Kane leaned over, staring down at her, his eyes glittering darkly, but he kept his voice low. “Don’t worry, angel eyes. By the time you’re stretched enough, you’ll be begging for it.”
She shuddered at the intense look in his eyes.
“You will be punished for leaving and not waiting for an explanation. We’re going to release you, and you are going to lay yourself over my lap and present your ass for spanking, and when that is finished, when your cute, little ass is a nice bright-pink, Turk is going to prepare you so that when you are ready, you will only feel pleasure as he slides that monster of a cock into your tight, little ass.”
Steph whimpered, fearing the unknown but trusting in her men enough to let them guide her through these new experiences.
Turk released her legs and rubbed up and down to help the circulation, just as Kane did the same with her arms. Helping her to sit up, they both moved to ready her for her spanking.
Kane and Turk walked over to the wall that was directly at the end of the bed. She hadn’t noticed the number pad before, so she was surprised when Kane punched a code in and the wall opened.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. The sliding wall revealed an enclosure that held all theirtoys. Some of them Stephanie had seen before, but some of them were completely foreign to her and slightly scary. Crawling to the end of the bed, she lay down on her stomach, resting her head on her hand, and watched the muscles in their tight asses and shoulders as they moved around getting things that they needed. Stephanie wondered if either man realized just how gorgeous they were. Living in the city, she’d dealt with a whole range of different men.
When she’d first started at the paper, she dealt mostly with the lowlifes and street people. As her career took off and her stories and reports got more notice, she started dealing with men who, even though they dressed in expensive suits and drove fancy cars, were just as scummy as the criminals from the streets. There had been a few men who she’d thought might be interesting. They’d been good-looking and took great care of their bodies, but she had never been able to get even a spark going with any of them. Too many times she found herself comparing them to Kane, and each and every time, Kane came out on top.
Hearing the closing of the sliding doors brought her out of her memories. Glancing up, she met the sizzling looks of the two men.
“Did we give you permission to move, angel eyes?” Kane asked, placing a packaged item on the small table beside the bed.
Quickly moving back into position, Stephanie stammered, “No, sir, sorry. I’m nervous and was anxious to see what you were doing. It won’t happen again.”
“Since this is our first time together in this type of relationship, I will allow that one to pass. See that it doesn’t happen again.” Sitting on the side of the bed, Kane reached for the package again and opened it then raised a beautifully crafted butt plug for her to see.
“Do you know what that is, baby?” Turk asked, crawling onto the bed from the other side.
“Yes, sir, it’s a butt plug. You’ll use it to stretch my anal muscles before sex.”
“Very good, baby. I want you to position yourself over Master Kane’s lap so that I can insert it into your ass. Then he’s going to start your punishments for not trusting him years ago.”
Stephanie knew that Kane sat waiting to watch what she would do. Since seeing him again, everything in her life seemed to shift. She felt calmer with them, she felt safe again, and most of all, she realized just how loved she really was. She needed to show Kane that she understood her mistake and that it would never happen again, that she trusted him, trusted both of them, to take care of her.
She stood beside the bed and, without another thought, laid herself across Kane’s lap and waited.
* * * *
Kane’s breath caught in his throat as Stephanie gracefully laid herself across his lap in offering. She had the most beautiful ass he’d ever seen.
As he slowly ran his hand across it, she tried to lift up to increase the contact, which pleased him greatly. Grabbing the lubricant, he poured some between her cheeks and gently rubbed it in, touching her puckered opening with each pass. She bucked when she felt the coldness but then calmed and again began lifting her ass up.
Kane groaned, “Relax your bottom, baby. I won’t hurt you. I just want to stretch you a little.”
The forbidden and unfamiliar feel of his fingers pushing into her anus made Steph shiver. When she whimpered, Turk caressed her, murmuring to her softly, “It’s okay, baby. Just relax and feel. Kane is going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. Just let him in so that we can get you ready for both of us to take you.”
Kane inserted his finger into her anus, twisting it the farther in he got. “Her ass is so fucking tight.”
Kane observed Stephanie trembling from the new sensation of having his finger in her ass, as it was a totally foreign sensation to her. She had initially struggled a little to adapt to the burn, but with Turk crooning sweet words to her and touching her as well, she couldn’t focus, and her body just took over.
Tightening on his finger made it feel even larger inside her, and Kane could surely see the moisture flow from her pussy. He slowly moved his finger in and out of her, getting her relaxed and used to the new feelings. Then he inserted a second finger, which elicited a loud cry from her. “Oh God, Kane, what are you doing to me?
“I’m loving you, angel eyes. Turk’s going to insert the plug, and you’re going to keep it inside you while I spank your gorgeous ass.”
Removing his fingers and cleaning them on a small towel he’d brought from the bathroom earlier, Kane picked up the plug and made sure that he lubricated it well. While he stroked along her back and arms, Turk gently started to push it in. Stephanie tensed immediately. The plug was larger than his fingers had been, so it was probably a bit of a shock.
“Relax your muscles, sweetheart, and push out against it,” Turk whispered to her.
“Oh God. It burns, sir.”
“Does it hurt, kitten?” Kane asked as he gently swept her hair away from her face so he could see her better.
“No, it doesn’t hurt exactly. It just feels…strange,” Steph whimpered.
Once the plug was embedded fully inside her ass, Kane smoothed his hand over her globes then raised his hand, delivering spank after spank to her beautiful ass. The noise echoed around the room and mixed so wonderfully with her moans of pleasure. Feeling Stephanie squirm on his lap from her spanking had Kane’s cock hard as iron and his pulse racing. His cock pushed hard against her side as she lay across his thighs.
Pushing a hand between her legs, he slipped a finger into her soaking pussy.
“You’re very wet. It would seem that you liked your spanking, angel eyes.”
“Yes I did, sir. But please…”
“What is it, baby?”
“I need you. I need you both.”
Sitting up, straddling his thighs, her cheeks glowed pink with unfulfilled arousal. Tears streamed down her face and dripped off her jaw.
“Look at me, angel eyes.” The tone of his voice told her he wasn’t going to allow her to disobey him on this. Raising her head, she met his gaze.
“I’m sorry, sir, for not trusting you before. I realize what a huge mistake it was, and I know I can’t ever make those years up to you, but if you let me, I will show you how much I love you and Turk, and I promise that the only way I’ll ever leave you again is if you tell me to go.” Kane loved how she looked at him with such trust. It turned him on.
“On your hands and knees on the bed, sub, you have given us a great gift with your trust. We promise that we will never break that trust.” Kane helped her off his lap and watched as she climbed onto the bed. Her ass pointed straight at them, showing the beautiful way the butt plug fit.
Turk groaned at the sight and moved to the end of the bed so he could slide himself underneath her body and position his head right beneath her delectable pussy. There was nothing sweeter than the taste of their woman.
“I want to feel your mouth on my cock, angel eyes.” Kane’s deep voice had an almost hoarse sound to it. He moved on the bed to kneel in front of her, holding his enormous cock at the base, he swiped the head across her lips until she opened her mouth and gently licked the head.
“Fuck, baby, take me into your mouth. Suck me deep,” he groaned.
Smiling, Steph opened her mouth wide and swallowed as much of him as she could without gagging. His taste exploded in her mouth, and she moaned around his cock. Suddenly she felt Turk swipe his tongue through her wet folds and then suck on her clit, driving her to the brink of orgasm, and then he pulled her back. Kane dug his hand into her long hair and grabbed a handful, fucking his cock into her mouth.
“Jesus, baby, you need to stop. I want to come in your hot pussy, not in your mouth.” He groaned and pulled her back from his rock-hard dick by the hair.
Turk was working furiously on devouring her cunt. He continued to suck and lick at her clit, but he never would give her that needed pressure to push over the edge. He also liked fucking her ass with the plug. He would pull it out just a little then slam it back in, creating a pleasure she had never known. When she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, he stopped and moved to kneel behind her.
“Kane,” she whispered, looking up at him. “I’m so glad I came home.”
Leaning down, Kane kissed her shoulder and said quietly, “I am, too, angel eyes.”
Still on her hands and knees and trembling in the middle of the huge bed, Stephanie watched as both men donned condoms.
“For now we’ll use these,” Kane said, pointing with a smile to his latex-covered dick, “but soon the three of us all go in for testing at doc’s office. Once we have a clean bill of health, I don’t want to use them anymore.” Stephanie’s eyes widened at his remark, knowing there would be a good possibility of her becoming pregnant without them.
Lying down on the bed, Kane lifted her so that her wet pussy was almost perfectly aligned with his cock, but he held her there, not letting her impale herself on him like she wanted to do.
“Slowly, baby, we have to take it slow this time. It’s been a long time for you, and I want it to be so good,” he crooned to her and then gently pushed the head of his cock inside her.
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Her scent surrounded him, and her head tipped back in ecstasy as he slid his cock in a little farther.
“Your pussy is so tight, baby, it’s sucking my cock in and holding onto it. It’s fucking amazing.” Kane groaned loudly. With their eyes connecting, she felt Turk pull the plug slowly from her bottom and then start rubbing lube into her anus. Kissing the top of her shoulder, Turk whispered, “Lay down on Kane, kitten, and try to relax your muscles.”
Kane saw a flash of panic cross her face before she smiled and brought her mouth to his for a searing kiss.
Turk slowly slid his cock inside her ass, and from the look on his face, the sensation was incredible. With Kane’s cock lodged deep in her pussy, it only added to the exquisite tightness of her beautiful ass.
Kane knew the moment Turk was all the way inside Stephanie’s ass, her gasp of surprise at the full feeling told him as much.
“Oh my God, I thought it would hurt,” she cried out and pushed back against Turk so she could feel him deeper. Kane lifted up a little and then slid back into her when Turk retreated. He nodded and watched Turk slip one of his arms around her waist to pull her back up against his front. The sound of pure pleasure that came from their woman, because of the change in position, pushed both men close to the edge. Turk continued to pump his cock in and out of her ass, with each stroke getting a little deeper and a little faster. His hand slid across her breast and then down her stomach until he reached her throbbing and engorged clit. With both men’s hard cocks thrusting inside her at once, within moments of Turk pinching and caressing her clit, Stephanie exploded. A series of almost convulsive-like tremors seemed to pulse through her body as she went off like a firecracker. With her head thrown back and her eyes closed, she screamed out her pleasure as the force of her orgasm hit.
Kane watched the beautiful sight before him as their woman came apart in their arms.
He had been holding onto his control for so long that the moment he allowed himself to let go, his body felt like it, too, had flown apart. He buried his cock so deep inside her that he was sure he’d shot a hole through the condom. Turk wasn’t far behind him. After a few more hard strokes, he cried out and jerked against her as he spilled his seed in her ass.
* * * *
Kane pulled her down to rest on his chest. Their breathing labored, and as Turk pulled from her body, Stephanie groaned, not in pain, but because of the loss she felt at him leaving her. Turk walked to the washroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. Steph was a little concerned because neither man had said a word since their completion.
Sitting up again, Kane’s still-semi-hard cock inside her, she looked toward the washroom with a frown.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked Kane. “If I did, please tell me so I won’t do it again, but don’t shut me out like this, please.” She didn’t understand any of it. Her emotions were right on the surface right now, and she seemed to cry more than she ever had around them, but before any tears could slip from her eyes, Kane’s arms were around her, and he was kissing her lips softly.
“Baby, don’t cry. Please, you’re killing me,” he whispered soothingly to her. “You have done absolutely nothing wrong. You’ve just blown our minds, that’s all. Since the moment we saw you, you’ve been open and honest with us. You’ve trusted us with your body as well as your heart, and it has made us feel ten feet tall.”
Turk came back into the room and sat down on the bed beside them, a look of pure joy on his face.
“Kitten, when Kane first told me about you, the way he talked about you, I thought the man was cuckoo. No woman could be as wondrous and giving as he said you were, but dammit, he was right. I have never felt like this before, baby. I love you, and as weird as that sounds to me, it also sounds just perfect.” Turk cupped the side of her face, and Stephanie turned her head and tenderly kissed his palm. Everything seemed to fall into place in that one moment. She’d found these two wonderful men, and she wanted to share the rest of her life with them. Was it even possible? A few months ago, she would have probably said no, but now she knew differently.
Turk lifted her off Kane’s now-flaccid cock and cuddled her onto his lap while Kane went and got himself cleaned up, coming back with a warm cloth to clean her up as well. Gently, he ran the cloth over her very-sensitive pussy and anus, cleaning away all the excess lubricant, as well as her juices. Tossing the cloth in the hamper by the wall, Kane picked her up and spun her around like a little doll.
Laughing and yawning at the same time, Steph suddenly realized that she was the happiest she’d been in a very long time.
“Master Kane…?” she asked shyly. “Can we go home now? It seems like I’ve been ridden hard and put away wet, and I’d like to snuggle in bed with my men.”
“Angel eyes, we’ll go home in about a half hour if that’s okay? There are a couple of things that I need to tend to in the office. Why don’t you and Turk go into the main room and relax until I’m finished. I promise I won’t be long.”
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Twenty minutes later, after a quick shower, Kane kissed her as he went to his office. Taking her hand, Turk pulled her behind him to sit over on one of the long couches that followed along the walls. As he plopped down on the soft leather, he pulled her onto his lap, and she couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm. He was like a kid in a candy store, and she was the biggest chocolate bar there. He cuddled her into the crook of his arms and gently kissed the side of her head. After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Stephanie felt her eyes start to get heavy.
“You sleep, baby girl. I’ll watch over you…always,” Turk said, kissing the top of her head.
That was the last thing she remembered until she woke up as they walked into the house.
Yawning, she could feel the heat rise in her face. “I can’t believe I fell asleep like that? I normally don’t sleep heavily.”
Kane smiled down at the sleepy woman in his arms, saying, “You must have had an active evening, angel eyes.”
“Nah…it was pretty tame if you ask me.” She giggled and hid her face against his chest.
“Tame you say…?” Kane snarled, placing her on her feet. He started to laugh at the look on Steph’s face. She was going to be so much fun to have around.
Stephanie was the first to awaken to the smell of smoke. Where the hell was it coming from? Shaking Kane and Turk to wake them, Stephanie climbed over Kane and grabbed one of their large T-shirts to wear.
“Stay here, baby, take my cell and call 911 and then head out onto the lanai off of the bedroom,” Kane said as he pulled on his jeans and headed out of the bedroom with Turk right behind him. Stephanie dialed the emergency number but then realized she didn’t know the address. Thank God the operator told her that someone had already called in the fire, and the trucks should be there in minutes.
Running downstairs, the first thing that Kane noticed was that everything seemed fine. As they walked through the house, they couldn’t see any flames or smoke coming from anywhere.
“What the hell’s going on Kane?” Turk asked.
Moving to the front of the house, they heard the sirens and ran to open the front door. The moment they did, they knew where the smell was coming from. Someone had torched Steph’s truck. Grabbing the fire extinguisher they kept in the garage, Turk raced to try to stop the flames inside the cab.
As the fire engine came to a stop by the truck, he stepped back to give the men the room they needed. Within what seemed like seconds, they had hoses out and water on the blaze.
Ten minutes later, everyone stood around the now-smoldering truck, shaking their heads.
Zachary Edwards, the fire chief, came to stand beside them.
“Someone threw a Molotov cocktail into the truck, Kane. It’s a complete write-off, but it’s the strangest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Usually if someone wants to torch something, it’s a house or an abandoned building, and it’s because of the insurance. This looks like an almost brand-new truck, so why would someone torch it?”
Running his shaking hand down his face, Kane answered, “This is our woman’s truck, Zach. She’s just moved back and apparently has a stalker.”
“Damn, Kane, you sure do know how to pick them,” Zachary teased, trying to ease some of the worry he saw on his friend’s face.
“Aw fuck, what the hell happened to my truck.” Turning at her question, Zachary’s eyes grew wide.
“Stephanie’s back…?” he asked Kane.
“Yeah, she came back only a couple of days ago. She’s the new owner of the paper,” he answered.
“Holy fuck, Kane,” Zachary said.
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