Dania's Destiny (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 3

  “Oh… So what, I’m not good enough for you, is that it?”

  Dania rolled her eyes. What the fuck was going on here? Did she just offend Keela? “Look, Keela, I have to go.”

  “You know what Dania. Maybe if you tried it you wouldn’t be so uptight. I know you tried dating men and that obviously didn’t work out for you.”

  “It didn’t work out because the man was a douchebag, doesn’t mean I’m into chicks, Keela, and for your information I love men, I have no interest in women, and you need to know that right now,” she huffed. Softly she cursed herself for losing control like that. It wasn’t like her to blurt out anything, especially to a superior. Shit, she might have to go talk to Dan and see if he had any openings. She closed her eyes and slumped in place.

  “Well… Maybe we might see you later, if not than I guess on Monday.”

  Dania slumped further and wished the floor would just swallow her up. “Alright then, good-bye.” She clicked the end button and stared at the mess her backpack had made.

  “Fuck’s sakes,” she grumbled, grabbing her pack and shoving everything back in. The movement from the living room made her jump, her heart nearly hurdling out of her body.

  Chapter Three

  “Link, shit, you scared me!” she cried.

  Link sent her an apologetic look. “Bad day at work?” he hummed.

  Dania grunted. “Bad day all around, why are you home so early? Thought you had some meeting tonight?”

  Link shrugged his shoulders. “Cancelled it, Tank had mentioned something about the fair and trade show tonight.”

  Dania finished shoving the rest of her stuff in her bag and laid it on the table that stood at the back door specifically for it. “Yeah should be fun. You guys do amusement parks?” She hadn’t realised that. They had taken her a few summers back, but she was sure they hadn’t enjoyed it at all.

  Link chuckled rolling off the couch stretching. “Yeah, once in a while, not often, Tank likes the roller coaster. Wanna come?”

  Dania shook her head. “Nah, think I’ll just stay home,” she mumbled, crossing to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

  “No food out, we thought you were going out so we decided to eat out tonight,” he called, watching her.

  Dania closed the fridge. Maybe she would order takeout and watch a horror flick. That always cheered her up. “Hey, Link, can I ask you something?”

  Link nodded. “Shoot.”

  Dania crossed to the living room plopping back. “Can I get fired for refusing to, like, go out with my boss?”

  Link raised a brow. “Hell no, and you could actually get her on harassment,” he offered. He wasn’t stupid. He had heard the conversation. Shit, Dania probably didn’t even realise she had that woman on speaker. “She should not have put you in that position, nor should she assume that because you used self-defense that you were a man hater.”

  Dania looked at him. How the fuck? Oh fuck, he must have heard all her conversation. “I don’t hate men. I just didn’t like that one after he pawed me up,” she mumbled.

  Link nodded, easing down next to her.

  Dania leaned against him, finding that familiar, comfy spot against his side. “What a fucked up day. I hope you and Tank have a good time tonight.”

  Link chuckled, lips pressing to her crown. “Shit, Tiny you should come with us. You know we would love to have you along.”

  Dania shook her head. “Nope, rides only hold two at most and I hate to feel like a third wheel,” she admitted. “Besides running into the man hater might not go so well,” she mumbled.

  Link snaked an arm around her slim shoulders, pulling her close. “You sure, Tank and I will go in with you. Hey maybe Tank will find something to tie me up with while he’s slamming into me?” he joked.

  Dania giggled, punching his gut. “That’s not funny, the images, you fuck,” she grumbled.

  Link chuckled. Shit, he loved joking around with Dania. “You know you can talk to us, right, Dania?” he offered seriously.

  Dania nodded, tucking her head closer under his chin. “Yeah, you guys just caught me off guard this morning. Tank’s so blunt and I didn’t know what to say,” she mumbled. She furrowed her brows in thought. He was referring to this morning, wasn’t he? If not, she was such a dork.

  “Does it bother you when you hear me and Tank?” he asked right out, glad she was on the same page as him. Shit, he needed to know they weren’t fucking her up.

  Dania shook her head. “No, it’s never bothered me.”

  Link raised a brow, hand rubbing her bare arm. “If it does you need to let us know so we can tone it down,” he murmured.

  Dania shook her head. “No, what should happen is I should move my skinny ass out of your house and get my own place. I can’t live with you guys for the rest of my life.” She played with the bottom of his usually crisp white shirt. Shit this was the first time she had seen him in a wrinkled dress shirt, tails hanging out. “Did you have a bad day?” she asked, leaning back and looking up at him with eyes full of concern.

  Link shrugged. “Not bad, we’re not discussing my day. I really think you should come tonight. Tank and I will go through the kink fetish arena with you.”

  Dania blushed. She couldn’t go through there with them! Shit, she didn’t even know what that meant. Were people going to be sucking on other people’s feet? That’s what fetish was, right? She knew she had a fetish. It was with ears.

  Her gaze darted to Link’s ears. He had nice ears, normal. Tank’s ears were tiny for such a big man. She was sure he wasn’t supposed to have gotten that tall or robust. He no longer fit his tiny ears. Goodness, what would it feel like to nibble on them? She had nibbled on asshole’s and she had liked it. He hadn’t. Said it grossed him out when she flicked her tongue in his ear.

  Link stared at her. She was obviously in deep thought, staring at the side of his head. Shit, he hoped she wasn’t thinking of smacking him or biting him. She’d bitten him once on the ear, and shit if it didn’t stun the shit out of him as well as sear him with other feelings. He’d asked Tank to bite his ear later during sex and shit if he didn’t like it. Tank he was sure wasn’t too into it and never pushed it on him. Receiving or delivering.

  “Hellooo, Tiny!” bellowed the melodic, deep voice of Tank from the back door, breaking Link from his thoughts.

  Link chuckled. “Hellooo, handsome!” he yelled back.

  “Woohoo, two for one deal tonight,” Tank yelled from the back. They could hear him open the closet and hang his coat, hearing his shoe-covered feet tap on the hardwood floors as he made his way to them.

  Link glanced over his shoulder as Tank entered the living area.

  Tank halted and eyed the two up. “Whose feelings were hurt?” he demanded.

  One of his loves was hurting to be snuggled on the couch together.

  Dania giggled. Shit, he was good at reading people.

  Link scoffed. “Maybe we were just snuggling for snuggling’s sake,” he replied airily, waving a blasé hand through the air.

  Tank guffawed, jumping the couch, lifting Dania, and settling her in his lap while draping her legs across Link’s thighs. “Kay, catch me up. Did that Greg douchebag invite you over again? Did you have to tattoo some asshole’s asshole?”

  Dania giggled. “Close, butt cheek. I swear if you ever come in asking for Link’s name on your ass cheek I’m gonna stab you.”

  Tank bellowed out in laughter, hugging her close and kissing her cheek. “No, I would never put his name on my ass, not my thing, Tiny. Already have his name on me.”

  Dania looked at him eyes wide. “Really?” She couldn’t believe that. Her eyes darted to his uniform-covered chest then arms, brow furrowing. She had seen his upper body naked many a times… where the hell?

  Tank nodded.

  Dania looked at Link. “You, too?” She hadn’t seen any ink on him when he was stark naked? Wait, she hadn’t seen his back side. Shit, he better not have Tank’s name on his ass.
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  Link nodded.

  Dania harrumphed. “Still, on the ass? Really, I don’t get that. If I get anything on my ass it’s gonna be something pretty.”

  Tank chuckled. “I like roses. Link likes snakes. Shit, you could get a snake coiled around a rose.”

  Dania giggled, smacking him. “Just for you two I’ll get a snake and rose on my ass,” she teased.

  Tank smacked Link. “I told you she would do it! Score, we get to look at Tiny’s teeny ass.”

  Dania snorted, pushing Tank back. “Ah, hell no, not showing you my ass.” She scrambled to get away from the two.

  Tank hauled her back, hugging her close as Link held her legs in place. “I was just trying to convince Tiny here to come to the fair with us,” Link replied taking hold of her foot, thumbs working her arches.

  Dania melted. Shit, she couldn’t fight this, Tank hugging her close, Link rubbing her feet.

  “Really now, mmm good, sounds like a plan, wanted to go check out that kink stuff. One of the boys from the office mentioned it and asked if I would go keep an eye open.”

  Link raised a brow. “You’re working then?” He tried not to slump.

  Tank ruffled Link’s perfect hair, making it a ruffled mess. “No, I just watch and observe when I am in there. I figure we can watch some demos. I hear there’s a flogging station and whipping.”

  Link raised a brow. “I could do with a good show. Hey, Dania, you should really come, amazing watching them wield a whip.”

  Dania stared at him. “You want me to go watch a person get whipped?” she uttered.

  Tank chuckled at her wide-eyed, petrified look and it shook every part of Dania. “Yeah and hey maybe we could get you in one of those swings. Think of all the fun you could have, Dania. You know you’re safe. You will be in the company of a cop and a lawyer,” he replied, matter-of-factly.

  Dania shook her head. “Nope, gonna order takeout and watch a horror flick.”

  Tank snorted. “Wow, Greg must have asked again. You shot him down hard, hey?”

  Dania snorted. “Hey, tell me just because I knee a dude in the balls.” Both men cringed. She ignored the movements. “Does that put me in a category? I’m pretty sure what I did was a justified act,” she argued. She hated second-guessing herself but to be categorised, fuck you!

  Tank brushed his hand over her shiny pink-and-blue hair. “It was justified, and you should have punched the fucker’s nose and broken it. He should never have pushed you past your limits. No it doesn’t put you in any category other than girl who knows how to say back the fuck off.”

  Link nodded in agreement. “Hey, you know, Dania, if you go with us it will get your boss off your ass or stop her from trying to get your pussy.”

  Dania turned red.

  Tank grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to arm’s length and looked her over. “Your boss is a feminist and you know how I feel about her. No offense, love women and the rights you all deserve to have and have struggled for, and you are all marvelous humans and all that stuff, but that woman is fucking crazy.” He inhaled a calming breath. He couldn’t bash the woman, but some of the women he had had to deal with on the job unfortunately tainted him, and she was one of those women. There was always a more positive way to get your point across and in the past he had learned that was not one of Keela’s stronger characteristics. “Please don’t tell me you are going with her. I’m totally supportive of you going carpet munching, but her? Please, Dania, don’t break my heart and go her way.” He really hated resorting to that sort of attitude, but Keela just rubbed him the wrong way. Of course if she did choose Keela, he would support her.

  Dania giggled, shaking her head. “No, not ever, I don’t even like girls, Tank!”

  Link laughed. “If I recall her exact words were I’m not into chicks I love men and back the fuck off.”

  Dania turned a deeper red. Oh she hated being quoted, especially when she said things out of anger and frustration.

  Tank hugged her close. “Good girl, you know what you want. You tell her to back the fuck off. Don’t ever let anyone push you into something you don’t want. Especially in a situation like this. Just because she’s your boss does not give her the right to act inappropriately with you. When the time is right you’ll know what you want.”

  Dania slumped in his arms. Shit, if they ever knew there were only two men who made her interested in sex it would change so much. Sure she tried with others, but she never got turned on like she did listening to them in the night. Wait, maybe she was a perv? Maybe she got off listening to others? She looked at Link.

  He raised an eyebrow as if he knew she had a question.

  Chapter Four

  Chickenshit. That was what she was. She couldn’t bring herself to ask Link if she was a perv. Now she stood dressed in tight black jeans, knee-high blue suede boots with three-inch heels, and a matching blue top that managed to show off her tiny cleavage.

  Link peeked in her room. “Hoop earrings might look good. Hey, Tank and I got you something.” He held out a long box that sat on the palm of his large hand.

  Dania smiled, crossing to him. She opened the box and her eyes widened. Jewelry, she loved jewelry. She pulled out the fine chain, handing it to him and turning her back. “Thank you, Link,” she whispered, not sure how to react to the gift.

  They had gotten her gifts before, but normally on birthdays. The last two years on Valentine’s Day they had gotten her roses and chocolates and a funky card that said how much they loved her.

  Link pulled her hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck.

  Dania looked at his eyes, full of shock. He fucking kissed her neck. They had always kept kissing to her temple or top of her head, her cheek, never lower.

  Link grinned, finger caressing her cheek. “Relax, Dania,” he hummed, eyes darting lower and looking over the chain that nestled between her breasts. “Beautiful,” he praised. His heart lurched. He hoped he and Tank were doing the right thing here. Making the moves on Dania could screw up a great relationship.

  Tank peeked in his big hand, gripping the door frame. “Ready lovebirds?” he teased, eyes widening at the chain. “Oh, you were right Link, beautiful.” He stepped in and a thick finger followed the chain to the cleavage of her tiny breasts where it disappeared.

  Her nipples hardened and there was no hiding it. Her breath caught in her throat and she waited nervously to see what it was Tank would do.

  Tank glanced at Link. “Pretty,” he hummed, cupping her tiny jaw and kissing her across the lips.

  Dania froze. What in the hell were they doing? Her lips tingled as she stared into his emerald eyes, his breath warm on her face. She licked her suddenly parched lips. A soft moan escaped as she tasted Tank’s essence on the tip of her tongue. This could not seriously be happening. She was dreaming. She was sure of it. Her eyes darted to her bed. Nope, empty, she wasn’t dreaming. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

  Link chuckled, crowding her from the back. “Makes you nervous, doesn’t it?” he whispered, hands on her hips.

  Dania looked back at him. “What are you doing?” she whispered, her body statue still. Her eyes drifted to half-mast. She could feel the heat from both men surrounding her, heating her. Her heartbeat accelerated, her tummy flip flopped, and her pussy wept in want.

  Tank chuckled. “Scaring you, there’s nothing like taking you to a kink show all chickenshit scared.”

  Dania snorted, pushing him away. Assholes! How dare they do this to her just to get her all antsy before taking her to where they were taking her? “I’m not afraid! Shit, I bet I’ll be braver than the two of you,” she scoffed, taking another look at herself. She draped her hair over her shoulders, satisfied that she looked great. “’Kay, boys, let’s go.” She passed both and left them in her feminine room.

  Tank looked at Link. “Saucy, think we’ll get her in a swing?”

  Link chuckled. “I would like to see her strip her pants and be a participant in a spanking.�
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  Tank grinned. “How long have you been fantasising about that scenario?”

  Link chuckled. “Since you said it, shit, the thought of her over your knee.” He leaned close, hand hooking around Tank’s thick neck and pulling him close. “Shit, your big hand turning her pale skin a fiery red.”

  Tank licked his lips. The thought had crossed his mind a few times. “I wouldn’t mind watching you wield a soft flogger on her… shit, think she would react?”

  Link didn’t want to think of her reacting to it. Shit, the woody he was sporting would be a bother for most of the night.

  Tank caressed Link’s jaw. “Meany,” he hummed. It was going to take a lot to get the thoughts he was having out of his head. Both looked to the door at Dania’s voice.

  “Come on you guys! No making out in my room!” she yelled up the stairs.

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  The place was a hum of activity. Dania stared in awe at the latex-clad women and the normal population blending in and out of the crowds. She looked at Link. All dressed in black. It was the twelfth time she had seen him don the black biker boots that he had placed at the back of the boot closet. She looked over Tank. He, too, wore all black.

  Not that that was odd, she had seen him wear all black, but here among these people, it felt weird. Especially with the men who had pretty little scantily clad women kneeling or standing demurely behind them or by their sides, or in some cases some even knelt at the man’s feet. Those men were all dressed in black.

  She nudged Tank. “Should I be kneeling between the two of you? Is there some weird ass code of conduct here?” she teased. Although on the inside she was trembling with panic. What if she did have to kneel at their feet? Would she be able to do that and still look up and admire them from down there?