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  Tonight was about giving the pretty little sub an emotional and physical break. Months of wedding planning, dealing with her father’s hospitalization and recovery, and working to rebuild his crumbling veterinary practice had taken a toll on the petite, blonde bundle of trouble. The Morgan brothers had nicknamed her Calamity for good reason—the woman was an accident looking for a place to happen. Her tendency to get hurt was probably why Taz had just watched Kip recheck the tilting mechanism on the table for the third time in five minutes.

  Taz could have saved him the trouble. If Nate set up the equipment, nothing was going to go wrong—the man was meticulous to a fault. Stepping onto the stage, Taz moved until he was standing in front of Caila. They’d planned the scene down to the smallest detail, and it was time to get started. Stepping in front of her, Taz spoke softly. “Look at me, little vet.” When she lifted her gaze to his, her eyes were wide with anticipation. Relieved he didn’t detect any hint of fear, he gave her a small smile. “Such a good little sub. Has your Master explained what he’s planned for you this evening?”

  “Yes, sir.” No hesitation. Clear voice. Perfect.

  “And you’ve agreed to let me join the two of you?” He already knew ménage was something she’d expressed an interest in, but it was important for him to know the two of them had already negotiated the scene. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Kip, but the rules of BDSM play were clear. Their club had strict protocols for safe, sane, and consensual—Taz wanted to hear for himself that this was something she wanted.

  She swallowed and then started to nod her head before remembering it wouldn’t be enough. “Yes, Sir. And…umm, well, thank you for checking, Sir.” Damn she was a sweet little thing. Her gratitude touched him in a way he hadn’t expected. Kip needed to thank his lucky stars she’d forgiven him for acting like such a douche. Callously walking away from her one night at the club after they’d shared a particularly intense scene had broken her fragile heart. Taz was pleased to see the sparkle back in her pretty blue eyes.

  “Up you go, little vet.” She didn’t hesitate to place her small hand in his much larger one, making him smile at the contrast. Damn, she was a little slip of a woman. They needed to remember to be extra careful tonight—there was no reason for her to carry any marks. After all, the Morgan’s play party was only a couple of days away. Taz didn’t want to put the skids on whatever Kip had planned.

  Taz was also looking forward to visiting with Phoenix Morgan and Micah Drake about the book he’d started reading. Both men had top secret clearance because of their work for Uncle Sam, and tracking down Miss Meadows shouldn’t be a security challenge. Nate had already enlisted their help, and Taz hoped they’d have information to share by the time they met in person.

  Caila rose to her feet gracefully, and Taz couldn’t hold back his smile at the small shiver he saw rattle her petite frame. “Strip, little vet. It’s time to play.”

  Her pupils dilated, and he watched as her quick mind scrambled to process his words through the thick fog of her growing arousal. Glancing at Kip, Taz saw the younger man’s eyes flare with barely leashed lust as his wife began loosening the corset she’d been carefully laced into. Taz stood with his arms crossed over his chest, watching as she exposed smooth ivory skin in excruciatingly small increments.

  Inch by agonizing inch, her silky skin came into view. Fuck me, I’m going to have a stroke if she doesn’t hurry up. The damned anticipation layered on top of the view sent all his blood to his cock. The book he’d been reading upstairs hadn’t helped, either. Its scenes were so vividly written he’d felt like he was there—again. I’ll probably have a damned zipper tattoo for a month.

  “Be careful, baby. You’re pushing two Doms, not just one. Master Taz might not be as understanding of your little game of seduction.” Kip’s words may have been a warning, but even Taz could hear the underlying note of amusement. He was much more dedicated to the lifestyle than Kip had ever been, and he suspected Caila had gotten used to teasing her Master with her delectable body.

  “I’m here to add to your experience tonight, little vet. But rest assured I’ll take you in hand if you start topping from the bottom.” He heard her sharp intake of breath and suppressed his smile. He and Kip had agreed they would go to great lengths to avoid punishing her—that wasn’t what this evening was about. Kip wanted to give this experience to Caila as a delayed wedding gift and to help her vent some of the stress she’d been under for far too long.

  When he didn’t say anything else for several long seconds, Taz watched uncertainty cloud her clear blue eyes. Perfect. “Close your eyes, little vet.” When she complied, he let out a silent sigh of relief. Damn, it was hard to be hardline with her. What the hell is the matter with me? Damn. He’d ruthlessly teased his fellow former Special Service teammates when they went all mushy with their women. And here he was—doing the same thing with Caila, and she wasn’t even his.

  Without warning, Taz was staggered by the feeling she was near—that their one was close. The feeling was so strong Taz found himself casting a quick look around the room. Hell, what did he expect? A spotlight shining down on her and celestial music playing above the din of the club? When it came to spiritual gifts, Taz knew the words near and soon were relative, and usually their meanings were far more arbitrary that what most people would assume. The Universe has a much broader view of time.

  Shaking off the distracting thought, Taz looked at Kip, who was watching him with concern in his eyes. Mouthing the word later, he held out his hand for the blindfold in the other man’s hand. Securing the length of silk over her eyes, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the top of her shoulder and whispered, “You’re doing beautifully, sweetie. We’re going to make you fly now.”

  Kip threaded his fingers in Caila’s long blonde hair and pushed the soft strands over her shoulders before kissing her. Taz pulled the silky mass into his hands and quickly braided it, securing the end with an elastic tie. The table they planned to use had a lot of moving parts, and they didn’t want to risk her becoming entangled in the mechanics of the equipment.

  Watching Kip and Caila’s passionate kiss had been hot as hell, and his cock pressed urgently against his leathers, begging to come out and play. Vowing to make sure this experience was a memory Caila would hold dear forever, Taz skimmed his hands over her shoulders and down her arms to shackle her wrists. He didn’t tighten his grip, but even that small hint of bondage was enough to send goosebumps racing up her arms.

  Taz smiled at Kip when Caila swayed on her feet after their kiss. The younger man had a slightly dazed look as well. If Taz didn’t get him back on track, Kip would probably scoop her up and make a mad dash for one of the club’s private rooms. If that happened, she’d get the orgasm her body was already chasing, but she wouldn’t get ménage she’d fantasized about.

  During the all his years as a Dom, when he’d talked to subs about their needs, Taz had noticed very few of them denied wanting to experience sex with more than one man. Oh, there’d been a few over the years who’d been too shy to admit it, but he’d seen the look of hunger in their eyes.

  Taz helped Kip secure his sweet sub to the table. Between the two of them, it was accomplished with quick efficiency. Again, a picture flashed through his mind; this image was even more vivid than those he’d had earlier. A small scar on a woman’s shoulder in the shape of a crescent moon—clear and then gone so quickly he had to make a special effort to commit the image to memory. Something about the picture seemed vaguely familiar, but now wasn’t the time to try to figure out what had triggered the feeling.

  Kip didn’t waste any time moving between Caila’s spread legs. The rolling stool, much like the ones used by doctors, had already been adjusted to accommodate his height. Kip teased his sweet sub by lapping her slick pussy like an excited puppy. Taz smiled and shook his head. If Kip didn’t pace himself, he was going to send her over before Taz could get the nipple clamps in place. Chuckling to himself, Taz deci
ded it was probably time to kick himself into a higher gear. He didn’t usually like to make changes to a scene on the fly, but since he wasn’t the Dom calling the shots this evening, he’d follow Kip’s lead. As he finished latching a secondary strap around Caila’s torso, Taz leaned down to circled her pale pink nipple with the tip of his tongue.

  He was satisfied when she strained to arch her back against the restraints, emitting a low groan of frustration when the wide straps didn’t allow her to lift herself closer to his touch. Taz loved bondage—any submissive he and Nate claimed would have to enjoy all manner of restraint or it would never work. Taking away Caila’s ability to see forced her to focus on her other senses. Removing her ability to move would hopefully go a long way to keep the little trouble magnet safe.

  None of them had forgotten what happened the last time Caila was at the club. When her feet had become entangled in an area rug, she’d taken a header before Kip could intercede. Caila’s forehead cracked against the wooden front of a sofa, resulting in a gash requiring twenty-two stitches to close. She’d also gotten a concussion out of the deal. Taz refused to call her Calamity, despite the fact he believed she’d more than earned the nickname. His refusal was based on the hurt he’d seen flash in her eyes when anyone other than one of the five Morgan brothers used the moniker.

  Once her pretty, pink nipples were tight peaks, Taz pulled the small clamps from his vest pocket. Leaning close, he spoke softly and pitched his voice low enough she wouldn’t mistake the difference. His Dom voice would erase any question about how things had changed between them. “Your nipples are tight little rosebuds and the most delectable shade of deep pink. They are going to look even more spectacular in the pretty diamond clamps. These are my gift to you, little vet. A memento of our time together this evening.”

  He didn’t give her a chance to protest before putting the first clamp in place. Jerking against her bonds, she gasped and trembled. “Breathe through the discomfort, sweetness. We’ll take it slow. Your Master wants you to skate on that fine line between pleasure and pain.” Taz was sure, he’d swear he heard her growl something that sounded a lot like “discomfort, my ass.” He just looked at Kip and smiled.

  Kip hit the remote for the small plug he’d slipped into her nicely rounded ass, giving Taz a huge grin. The small bullet plug wasn’t large, but that wouldn’t matter, because the effect was huge. Taz felt her entire body stiffen beneath his touch as the vibrations lit up nerve endings she’d likely forgotten about. The grin on Kip’s face made Taz chuckle silently—geez, when was the last time he’d laughed during a scene? These two were a joy to work with. Taz couldn’t remember a scene he’d enjoyed as much as this one. It was clear Kip and Caila were comfortable with each other, and that confidence made them open to tonight’s experience. Groaning inwardly, Taz wondered what the hell was behind this sudden onslaught of Hallmark moments. They needed to get this done before he broke out in a fucking romantic show tune.

  Chapter Three

  Nate leaned against the doorframe, watching Taz and Kip wind Dr. Caila Cooper up like an eight day clock. The little vet was teetering on the edge and would likely scream the walls down when her Master finally let her come. Damn if he didn’t have a soft spot in his heart for the sweet woman. Finding her asleep in her freezing Jeep had kicked his Dom protectiveness into high gear. On some levels, Nate was convinced he’d always feel a sense of responsibility for the diminutive little animal doc.

  Caila’s pleasure filled scream filled the air, and Nate smiled to himself as he watched Kip lean his head back and groan. The youngest Morgan might have thought Caila was the only one who’d needed this evening’s distraction, but Nate knew better. Kip struggled to live up to his family’s expectations, and the toll was higher than he’d ever admit. His friendship with Kip had made Nate a better brother in many ways. Watching the youngest Morgan interact with his four older siblings highlighted the competitiveness between Nate and his own brother. It also showed him how destructive it was in the long term, so he was working to bring that pattern to an end.

  If they were going to share a submissive and make her their wife, they needed to work together in all things. There couldn’t be any secrets between them, and there would never be room for competition or jealousy, either. Making his way to the bar, he caught Landon’s attention. While he waited for the bartender to finish the order he was filling, Nate scanned the area, always alert for any problems brewing among the club’s membership.

  Landon Nixon had been tending bar at the club since it opened and was one of Nate’s few close confidants. Landon’s family was well-respected and one of the oldest in the state. They’d made a fortune in both lumber and mining two generations before Landon was born. God knew the man didn’t need the money he earned tending bar part-time at the club. But the part-time gig gave his friend a much-needed outlet for his kink. Landon’s parents might have moved to Florida, leaving the family home to their only child, but out of sight didn’t equal out of mind. The elderly couple still kept close tabs on their only child. Their continued presence in the society pages was the only reason Landon made the effort to keep his kink away from the public eye.

  “What’s up, boss?” The grin on Landon’s face was a sure sign he’d already lined up a play partner for later in the evening. He hoped Landon had also lined up his own replacement, because Nate didn’t want to pinch hit. It wasn’t that he couldn’t tend bar, but he was hoping to find a sub to play with himself. Watching Taz fuck Caila’s sweet mouth had made him envious and damned horny—not a good combination.

  “I wanted to check on Kodi. Things going okay?” He’d recently rehired the pretty dark-haired waitress—something he and Taz had sworn they wouldn’t do. Nate wanted to know how it was working out with her back on-board. He’d hesitate to put her on the payroll because they had a clearly outlined policy for employees terminating their employment. Basically, it said if someone quit without giving the proper notice, he or she was gone for good.

  The quiet young woman had intrigued Nate when they’d hired her the first time, but the heavy demands of building a business kept him from exploring the attraction. That lapse had been particularly frustrating to him when she’d simply disappeared without so much as a word just a few months after being hired.

  Despite his curiosity about what caused her sudden disappearance, Nate had questioned the wisdom of skirting the policy they’d put in place. He finally relented because Rosie had pled the young woman’s case until he’d given in. When he’d discussed it with Taz later that night and discovered his brother had also noticed something special about Kodi, Nate took it as a sign he’d made the right decision. And Rosie’s insistence she belonged at the club had been so out of character he’d found it impossible to ignore.

  Landon didn’t hesitate in his answer to Nate’s inquiry about Kodi. “Things seem to be working out fine, but she’s been awfully quiet. Did you ever find out what happened?” Landon looked around, making sure she wasn’t close before adding, “Did she ever say why she took off last year?”

  Nate shook his head. “Not really. I finally gave up waiting for her to explain and asked her point blank. All she’d say was it was a family emergency. I wouldn’t have let it go if Rosie hadn’t walked in during our conversation. Kodi fled and Rosie pleaded with me to go easy on her—called her a frightened little bird who belonged here.” Landon raised a brow—a silent question Nate wasn’t sure how to answer. “I’m not aware of any connection between them, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

  “What? Not up to speed on Rosie’s extended family?”

  Not hardly. Hell, it would take a fucking genealogy site to keep track of Rosie’s family. “No. Hell, she has twelve siblings. Twelve!”

  “A baker’s dozen. Isn’t that supposed to be lucky?” Landon laughed as he wiped down the counter. When the other man looked up and frowned at something across the room. Nate turned to see what had caught his attention and made his friend’s brow crease.
It was easy to see he was studying Kodi, but Nate wasn’t sure what had caused his concern. Landon’s voice was suddenly filled with uncertainty when he asked, “Wasn’t her hair darker when she was here before? I remember thinking it didn’t match her skin tone, and it’s even more off-kilter now.”

  Nate turned to Landon, knowing the surprise had to be showing clearly on his face. “Is there something you’ve failed to mention, Nix?”

  “Screw you, Ledek. I’m allowed to notice shit. You Special Forces types aren’t the only ones who notice details. Besides, my ex-girlfriend yipped all the time about women coloring their hair the wrong season colors.” Watching Landon make air quotes with his fingers made Nate shake his head. “Took me fucking forever to figure out she was talking about.” Nate must have looked confused, because Landon sighed in frustration. “And here I thought you were the smartest guy I knew.”

  “Who the hell told you that?” Leave it to his little brother to choose that moment to join the conversation. Looking between Nate and Landon, Taz grinned. “What finally opened your eyes, Nix?”

  Glaring at Landon, Nate practically growled, “Would you just get to the fucking point before she makes her way over here again?”

  “Who?”

  “Kodi. Now shut up so I can find out what the hell our resident fashionista knows about her hair.” Landon scowled at him as Taz shook his head in confusion. Oh, yeah, just another night at Mountain Mastery. Taz gave him a one finger salute and stepped behind the bar to make himself a drink.

  “I was telling Mr. Charming here how I thought her hair was darker when she was here the last time. Even then, it wasn’t right for her skin tone. I wondered why she was coloring her hair at all, because I figured her real hair color was probably something much prettier than the mousey brown she was wearing. And now it’s even lighter and looks even less attractive. She’s also lost a bunch of weight. The uniform she’s wearing is the same one she had before, and she spends a lot of time trying to keep the damned thing from sliding off.”