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  Table of Contents

  Bound & Teased

  Publication Page

  Dedication

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  About the Author

  Also Available

  Chapter One

  Also Read

  Thank You

  Bound & Teased

  by

  Marie Tuhart

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Bound & Teased

  COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Marie Tuhart

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: [email protected]

  Cover Art by Angela Anderson

  The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

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  Adams Basin, NY 14410-0708

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  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2015

  Print ISBN 978-1-5092-0374-1

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-0375-8

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To my editor, Trish, without you this book wouldn't be as good as it is. Any mistakes are mine.

  To Nia, Isabel, and Chandra the three best critique partners this writer could have.

  PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

  Marie Tuhart

  AND HER BOOKS

  RED CLUB TEMPTATION

  “Marie Tuhart has done it again. This story is exciting from beginning to end. I couldn't put it down. I read this in one day. Her characters are real to me. They have problems from their past as we all do and are trying to find their way through them together. The story catches your attention in the beginning and doesn't stop. Even when you get to the end, you want more. I definitely recommend it.”

  ~Mary Ann, Sizzling Hot Books

  HIS FOR THE WEEKEND

  “Highly sensual, this is also a sweet tale of love between two memorable, well-rounded characters.”

  ~Keitha, RT Book Reviews

  QUICK SILVER RANCH: ROPED & READY

  “This story has something for everyone and will thrill readers looking for depth in their erotica story as Tuhart spends equal time on the physical and emotional sides of Becca and Tyler's romance.”

  ~Kate Girard, RT Book Reviews

  Chapter One

  “This stops now, Walter.” Katie Crane’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “I’m not coming back to New York. No matter what you or my father want.”

  “Quit being a bitch and listen to reason.”

  Katie saw red. “You’re a bastard.” She yanked off the Bluetooth earpiece and tossed it out the window of the moving car. If only it was that easy to get rid of her ex and her father then life would be grand.

  If things were that easy, she wouldn’t have run away eight years ago. Now, she was coming home to the two men she’d run from. Ry and Jed. Had her time in New York City taught her enough to be the woman they wanted?

  She bit her lip. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. What if Ry and Jed didn’t want her anymore? Could she live with that?

  Yes, she decided. She was tired of playing it safe. Her home town may be small but she could handle seeing them. She’d made the right decision. It was time to come home to stay. She missed Gran and after talking to her, she found out Ry and Jed didn’t have anyone special in their lives. Besides, after reporting her father to the government, he wasn’t going to be so welcoming. Her stomach churned.

  A blinding blue light caught Katie’s eye. Oh crap. A large SUV with lights flashing filled her rearview mirror. Glancing at the speedometer confirmed she wasn’t speeding. The cruise control was engaged.

  With a flick of her wrist, she turned her signal on and brought the car to a stop on the shoulder. Just what she needed, a ticket only ten miles from Felton’s Creek. She’d never live this down.

  Katie kept her hands on the wheel while watching the vehicle in her rearview mirror. A tall, muscular man climbed out of the SUV. She caught a glimpse of dark hair before it was hidden beneath his hat. The moment he stepped up to her door, she lowered the window.

  “Good afternoon, officer.” She was proud her voice was steady after the way Walter had badgered her. Her gaze shifted to the officer’s face. Oh my. His eyes were covered by reflective sunglasses, but those didn’t detract from a straight nose, sculptured cheekbones and a stubborn chin. All things she shouldn’t be noticing right now.

  “Good afternoon, ma’am.” His smooth whiskey voice slid over her skin in a gentle caress. “May I see your driver’s license, proof of insurance, and registration please?”

  “Of course.” Katie gathered the documents from the glove compartment and her purse, and she handed them to the officer. His skin brushed hers and Katie caught her breath.

  There was something familiar about him. Something she couldn’t put her finger on. When she left Felton’s Creek at eighteen, Ry’s father had been the sheriff. But that was before he’d passed away in an accident. So who was this new sheriff, and why was he familiar to her? She pushed her confusing thoughts away. No sense in muddying the waters. Ry hadn’t been interested in law enforcement.

  “You drove all the way from New York?” His tone held censure.

  “I did.” Her chin rose. She wasn’t a child anymore. She was tired of men treating her like she was eighteen, a naive eighteen at that. At twenty-six she was a woman with her own mind and attitude. As her father had found out when she drove away from New York five days ago. “Why did you pull me over, officer?”

  He grinned as if she amused him. “Littering.”

  “Littering?” She’d never littered in her life.

  “You threw your earpiece out the window, and it shattered on the road.”

  Katie’s mouth dropped. He pulled her over because of her earpiece? She started to speak, but there was a screech, and his radio went off.

  “Excuse me.” Long, sensual fingers pressed the radio on his shoulder. “What’s up, Mabel?”

  “There’s a problem at the Red Dog. They’re requesting your assistance.”

  “Tell them I’ll be right there.” He glanced at her license quickly and handed it and her other paperwork back. “Duty calls. Please drive carefully, and don’t litter.”

  Katie took her documents and watched him in the mirror as he sauntered back to his vehicle and climbed in. A shiver of sensual excitement crawled up her spine. What was it about him? Something familiar, yet not. And damn if her heart wasn’t pounding, her hands shaking with excitement and her pussy moist. Not so good. There was only one—no, make that two—men who could do that to her. Well, now maybe three.

  The SUV pulled out and around her vehicle, before disappearing down the road. Katie shook off the sensual haze, put her things away, and then pulled back onto the road and for home. The word sent warmth and security into her blood.

  She never thought she’d miss her tiny home town as much as she did. Eight years in New York was enough. But she missed more than the town. She missed he
r gran. Gran would be thrilled she was home to stay. She wondered how Ry and Jed looked today. She hadn’t been home in eight years, she bet they changed. How would they feel now that she’d come home to stay? Because it was to stay. It was time to come home where she belonged.

  ****

  Ryland McKade strode over to the outdoor ring to see Jed, his best friend and lover, working with one of the horses. What an interesting day it had been. Katie was back. He grinned. She hadn’t recognized him when he pulled her over earlier today. He was sort of surprised, but then not. It had been eight years, and he’d changed a lot in those years.

  Katie had changed, too. The second he realized it was her, his heart stuttered. Part of him wanted to ask her why she’d stayed away so long, and the other just wanted to drag her out of the car and kiss her until neither of them could breathe.

  “Be with you in a second, Ry,” Jed yelled, leading the horse to the barn.

  Ry raised his hand to let Jed know he heard him. How would Jed feel about Katie being back? Katie’s leaving had left Jed floundering for a while. They’d become lovers during their late teenage years. How would she feel about them being lovers? Ry ran his hands through his dark hair. His stomach tumbled around, and his groin tightened.

  Eight long years, and Katie had looked almost the same. She’d cut her long, deep brown hair to her jaw line, and he had to admit it looked good on her. Her green eyes had been filled with confusion when he’d pulled her over, but later in their conversation he noticed other things.

  A confidence that hadn’t been there before. Also how her breathing had deepened. The way her shirt clung to her ample breasts. Determination had flowed from the softness of her voice.

  “Hey, Ry, you’ll never guess who called me today.” Jed strode out of the barn.

  “Who?” He watched Jed amble over. Ry rested his foot on the lower rung of the fencing.

  “Miss Mazie.”

  “Katie’s gran? Is she okay?” It didn’t matter that Katie had left him and Jed all those years ago, Miss Mazie was still part of their extended family.

  “Miss Mazie, yes. But Katie’s coming home.” Jed avoided eye contact.

  “I know.” Ry placed his hand on Jed’s forearm, feeling the muscles tighten.

  “How the hell did you find out?” Jed’s blue eyes widened.

  The astonishment in Jed’s voice made Ry laugh. “I pulled Katie over ten miles outside of town.”

  Jed frowned. “Katie was speeding?”

  “Let’s walk.” Ry didn’t want to discuss this where Jed’s workers could overhear. They fell into step and strolled away from the barn, out toward the open pasture. “What did Miss Mazie say?”

  “Just that Katie had called her, and she’d be home today.” Jed pushed his hat back and rubbed his forehead. “Miss Mazie always liked us.”

  “Yeah.” Ry stared out at the land without really seeing it. Katie was back, and his mind raced with the possibilities along with all the disasters. Was she back to stay and ready to accept their lifestyle? Or was this just a visit? Perhaps she was involved with someone, or she couldn’t accept them as they were.

  “How did she look?” Jed asked, his tone eager.

  “Beautiful.” Ry closed his eyes and pictured her again. “She cut her hair but it suits her, and she’s filled out. She’s a woman now, not a teenager on the cusp of womanhood.”

  “What did she say to you?”

  Ry opened his eyes and laughed. “She didn’t recognize me.”

  Jed chuckled. “That is surprising.” He sauntered over to the big oak tree and leaned against it. “What are we going to do?”

  “I don’t know.” Katie had run right after her eighteenth birthday, the night after he and Jed had made love to her and explained what they wanted from Katie. They both wanted a relationship with her. A true committed ménage relationship, along with some bondage and discipline.

  “Miss Mazie invited us to a welcome home party for Katie tomorrow.”

  Ry’s fingers clenched. Could he get involved with Katie again? Hell, who was he kidding? The woman still had him tied up in knots, and he didn’t mind it at all. “I won’t hide who I am from her, Jed.”

  “I’m not asking you to.” Jed placed a hand on Ry’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Maybe keep your über dominate side toned down a bit. You do tend to get a little overbearing.”

  “She ran, Jed. I’m not sure I can handle her running again.”

  “I understand. Katie leaving eight years ago hurt us both. But we did kind of spring the type of relationship we wanted on her.”

  “What was I supposed to do?” Ry stepped away from Jed and kicked at the tree roots. “I’m a Dominant.”

  “And Katie is a submissive, and I’m a switch. She needs to understand our relationship, and how she fits into it.” Jed threw his hands in the air.

  Ry stared at his friend. “What happens if I lose control, and what if I hurt her?” Ry didn’t like the doubt in his voice, but Jed was his best friend, his lover, and his submissive.

  “You lost control once, Ry. Once. And even then you didn’t injure anyone but yourself. You would never hurt Katie, just like you would never hurt me.” Jed took Ry’s hand and placed it on his chest. “I’m more worried if Katie will accept the relationship between us.”

  “Shit.” Not only did they have the past to deal with, but also the present and future. In all his dreams he never thought it would be this hard or this frightening. “We have to show her it’s all about love and desire.”

  “Not only for each other, but for her as well.” Jed stepped closer to Ry. “She didn’t mind us each making love to her that night, and she’s always been receptive to a ménage with us. We were the ones who waited until she was eighteen.”

  “Legal age.” Ry’s free hand crept around Jed’s neck. “I don’t think I can let her go this time.”

  “Let’s hope we don’t have to.”

  “We need a plan for tomorrow. I can already feel my dominant side screaming to get out and go get our woman.” He tugged Jed closer. The scent of leather and horse helped to calm Ry’s nerves. “Plan tonight,” Ry whispered before capturing Jed’s lips with his.

  Katie was home, and Jed in his arms. He would make this work. For Jed’s sake, for his sake, and for Katie’s.

  ****

  Katie slipped through the doorway into her grandmother’s kitchen away from her welcome home party. She needed a few minutes to gather her wild emotions since the two men had walked into the house several minutes ago. Ryland McKade and Jedidiah Malloy.

  Standing at the sink, she stared out the window. Welcome back to Felton’s Creek. Her heart jumped. She’d run from Ry and Jed eight years ago, afraid of her own sexuality. Now, she was more secure with herself, but what about them? If what they said the night of her eighteenth birthday still held true, they didn’t want a conventional relationship.

  She hadn’t been back forty-eight hours, and yet from the second she saw them enter the house, Ry and Jed had dominated her thoughts, made her pussy wet, and caused the blood to heat in her veins. Only these two could do that from just walking into her space, not any other man.

  Now she was wishing and praying she’d done the right thing in coming back home. Could she handle the type of relationship Ry and Jed wanted? Hell, probably not, but she had to try. She’d regret it the rest of her life if she didn’t give them the chance. The air in the kitchen grew heavy, and she opened her eyes. It was just dark enough outside so she could see their reflections in the glass.

  Ry and Jed sauntered through the door and over to her. Her breath caught in her throat. Ry was still taller than Jed, and had filled out in the past years. His features were more serious than she remembered. His dark hair and dark gray eyes, but there was something else, something... Oh hell, he was the cop who had pulled her over yesterday.

  Jed. She turned her attention to him. He was still taller than her, by a couple of inches, his skin tan from the sun with laugh lines aro
und his deep blue eyes. His light raven hair brushed his collar. He’d filled out over the years, but he still had a smaller frame than Ry.

  Little sparks of nervous energy caused her hands to twitch. She shifted from one foot to the other. No time like the present. She would have to deal with them on a daily basis.

  “Hi, guys,” she said, smiling at their reflections in the glass as her stomach clenched.

  “Katie.” Ry’s deep voice sent a shiver of awareness up her spine.

  “Kitty Kat.” Jed’s soft as butter voice caused her heart to speed up.

  Closing her eyes again, Katie took a deep breath before turning and bumping into a hard chest. Lifting her lashes, she gazed into Ry’s deep gray eyes. His firm hands framed her waist, pulling her away from the sink until Jed was able to step behind her.

  Oh, crap. Her heart fluttered and excitement filled her bones. They’re not going to go slow this time. Jed’s chest brushed against her back, his hands settling right above Ry’s on her waist. Pure molten heat flooded her pussy. She was stuck between two hard bodies and neither her mind nor her heart was protesting.

  Ry nodded. Together, with her between them, the two guys moved across the room. Ry reached back and opened the pantry door. Once they were inside, the click of the door vibrated in her ears.

  Why wasn’t she protesting? The three of them were alone in the small room. Her mouth went dry as the small emergency light flickered to life. Enough light to see things, but not the harshness of the overhead light bulb.

  “Welcome home.” Jed’s breath skimmed her neck before his lips touched her skin.

  “It’s been too damn long.” Ry didn’t hesitate, his mouth closing over hers.

  Her heart pounded as Ry’s mouth devoured hers. Jed nipped at her skin with little bites where her neck and shoulder met, and she let out a gasp, allowing Ry to slide his tongue past her lips.

  Two sets of hands roamed over her body. Ry cupped her ass, pulling her against his hard cock. Jed teased the underside of her breasts, making her nipples pebble while he pressed his equally hard erection against her ass.

  “My turn.” The words barely registered before Ry released her lips. Strong fingers cupped her chin, her head turned, and Jed took her mouth. His lips were softer, but his kiss was as hard and demanding as Ry’s, but less urgent.