by Bella Jewel
“Headed out, darlin’?” Malakai asks when I quietly try to tiptoe past the table.
“Just getting some air. Is that okay?”
He nods. “Go for it, just don’t walk off.”
“Wasn’t planning on doing that.” I smile, eyes flicking to Koda and holding them for a second before I keep walking.
I move through the kitchen and out the back door onto the narrow, but cool patio that runs around the whole length of the cabin. I close the door and turn, running straight into a pair of legs. I squeak as I tumble forward and fall over a lap. Two big hands catch me, and for a second, both of us struggle to get me back on my feet. It’s dark out here, so I didn’t realize I wasn’t alone.
“Whoa there, darlin’.”
Mason.
Phew.
“I didn’t know anyone was out here,” I grunt out, pushing to my feet. “Sorry, Mason.”
He chuckles low. Very, very low. Almost non-existent. At times, I think Mason can look darker than Koda. He doesn’t say much, and when he does, it’s only because he has to. He’s a nice guy, super-hot, and completely mysterious. I wonder what happened to make him so quiet, or is he just that way in personality?
Isn’t it funny, how we do that?
Assume the quiet and mysterious ones have had a hard life or have a secret. Maybe, just maybe, that’s who they are.
And why wouldn’t that be okay?
Why shouldn’t it be?
“All good,” Mason says in the darkness, his hand still on my hip, supporting me but not really. He could have let me go by now. My stomach does a little flip flop. Because, well, I have been craving being touched by a man. For a good long while.
And I’d be lying if I didn’t say imagining one night with Mason doesn’t make my skin hot.
And other places, too.
“Not every day a beautiful girl throws herself onto your lap,” he murmurs, and I can’t see him, but oh, I want to.
I’m drunk.
I know it, but I can’t really blame it for what I do next.
Honestly, it’s a blend of things.
Loneliness. Yes, pure, bitter loneliness.
The need for comfort.
The need for the touch of a man.
The dark desire inside me because I can’t have the man I really crave.
And, well, I’m horny.
Really, really horny.
So, I don’t step back, I say in a low, husky voice, “If I had known you wanted someone on your lap, I might have put myself there sooner.”
He’s silent for a moment, and I wonder if I’ve taken it too far. Hell, I don’t even know Mason. For all I know, he could have a girlfriend. I might have just come across as the easiest woman of all time. My cheeks burn, because I didn’t think before I opened my stupid mouth, and now he probably thinks I’m just like all the other girls in the club that they bring in for the men.
Easy.
Cheap.
No self-respect.
If only he knew it has been so long since I’ve been with a man or even thought of it.
But I trust the club and the men in it.
“That right?” he finally says, his voice low. His fingers bite into my hip, just a little, almost letting me know he hears me, and he feels me.
“Yeah,” I whisper into the darkness.
“Not sure Koda would appreciate my hands bein’ on you right now.”
“Koda is protecting me. That’s all he’s doing. If he wanted more, he would have said so. I’m a woman, Mason. A woman who knows exactly what she wants. And it has been a while since …”
He makes a throaty sound. “Fuck. You know I shouldn’t, lady. You gotta know that.”
“Why? I don’t belong to anyone. I’m sure it’s my choice who I’m with, not the other way around.”
“You’re not makin’ it easy for me to say no.”
I turn, so I’m facing him. I can feel his knee pressing right into my pussy, right where the heat has flooded and it’s aching.
“I’m asking you not to say no. I’m not a slut, Mason. This isn’t something I do often. I have trust issues, which means I rarely give myself to anyone. But, as I said, I know what I want. I know what I need. And this is what I need. I trust everyone in this cabin, including you. So, as far as I’m concerned, there is no reason I shouldn’t be here.”
I step closer, pressing against him.
“Fuck me, keep pressin’ that pussy to my knee, Charlie, and I’m goin’ to have to do somethin’ about it.”
“That’s the whole point.”
He growls and his hand slips around to my ass. And I know, in that moment, he’s going to give me what I need. My body aches to be touched, to be comforted, to feel the hands of a man against my flesh, to feel him moving inside me. I need it, and maybe the alcohol isn’t helping right now, but I have no intentions of backing off. None whatsoever.
Mason’s fingers knead into my ass, massaging the flesh there. I don’t move, not for a second, I just listen to our deep panting in the darkness as both our bodies heat up, preparing for what we both know is going to come next.
Pure pleasure.
Finally, I move. I reach over and put my hands on his shoulders. He’s a big man, massive even, and his muscles are tight and perfectly formed. Flesh covering hard steel. He’s gorgeous. I slide my hands up the back of his neck to tangle in that thick, dark hair. He makes a guttural sound, pulling me closer so I’m forced to spread my legs and straddle him. His cock is right against my flesh, hard and thick. Oh, God.
Yes.
I lean forward, and my lips find his. He eagerly takes my kiss, our mouths moving together frantically at first, tongues dancing, his stubble scratching my skin, and then we slow it down, and we start kissing. Deep, long, and it feels good. It doesn’t spark my soul, not in the way having my hand on Koda did, but it makes me feel warm inside, safe and wanted.
Mason groans and rocks my hips with his hands, rubbing me up and down his cock. It feels incredible, and a moan escapes my lips. Mason’s hands leave my hips after I’ve got the rocking motion on my own, and they move to my tank, jerking it down so he can curl his big hands around my breasts. He kneads, the perfect movements, and my body aches for him.
I’m almost desperate.
“Knew you two were plannin’ on fuckin’ out here, I would have gone the other way for a smoke.”
Koda’s voice breaks through the darkness. And I can’t see him, but I know he’s close. I turn quickly, and I see the red light from the cigarette just off the porch. I didn’t hear him come around, I was so wrapped up in the moment. Guilt swarms my chest, an unfamiliar feeling. Considering I have nothing to be guilty about. So why the hell do I feel awful that Koda just caught me out here, trying to get into Mason’s pants?
Neither of us moves for a second, then Mason’s voice cuts through the air.
“Didn’t think it mattered to you what anyone else did,” he mutters, keeping his hands on me. “Made it clear what she means to you.”
That kind of hurts, even though I know Mason didn’t intend it to.
“Just figured you’d have some fuckin’ respect,” Koda grunts.
Is he angry? Because he has absolutely not right to be angry.
“Pretty sure,” I snap, “you fucked a woman on the couch the first night I was with you, and pretty sure that was disrespectful. Last time I checked, I could be with whoever I wanted!” Then I lower my voice and mutter, “Could have been you if you weren’t such a dick.”
“What did you say?” Koda growls, stepping closer, his boots rustling as he crunches the leaves into the ground.
“I said nothing. I owe you nothing, Dakoda. Fucking nothing. I am here with Mason, because this is what I need. If you’re so angry about it, perhaps you should have done the same thing, on the numerous times you had the chance. Now, if you don’t mind?”
For a moment, everyone is silent, including Mason. Then, Koda’s boots move and I feel him come up behind me. He must
be leaning over the porch just a little, reaching up to us. There is no railing. His body presses against mine, and I wonder if he’s climbed up onto the low porch so he can push against me. I realize he has when his mouth goes to my ear and he whispers, “You want to be fucked, Charlie? Why didn’t you just say so?”
My heart is racing.
Every fantasy I’ve ever had suddenly flashes through my eyes as I’m surrounded by two very gorgeous, very powerful, very scary men.
“Considering you rarely let me say what I want …”
I don’t get to finish, because he growls, “Mason and I, we’re not strangers to sharing a woman.”
It isn’t a question, or a statement.
It’s purely a fact.
And the very idea of them sharing a woman before, her small delicate body between theirs, their big hands roaming all over her, their cocks, their mouths, their bodies, makes me whimper. I don’t mean it to come out, but it does.
Now it’s Mason who speaks.
“From that whimper, I’d say she likes the idea, brother.”
Oh, God.
I should run.
But my body is on fire, and I can’t move.
Hell, if I’m being honest, I don’t want to move.
I want to stay here, between them, for as long as I possibly can.
“What do you say?” Koda growls into my ear, and he officially lights that spark inside me like a damned inferno. I want him, more than I’ve wanted anyone in my life. Add Mason to the mix, and it’s the perfect night. “You want to be fucked? You want both of us inside that pretty fucking little body?”
I’m not going to lie.
So, I say the only thing I know I won’t regret tomorrow.
“Yes.”
Yes.
Indeed.
I do.
-14-
NOW – CHARLIE
I shouldn’t be doing this. I know I really, really, really shouldn’t be doing this. Not because, in society standards, it’s morally wrong, but because I don’t trust my body on a good day—it tends to lead me to places I don’t really need to be—and tonight, it’s leading me right into the arms of not one but two men.
Is that slutty?
Probably.
Gosh. Probably.
So, why can’t I stop? Why haven’t I pulled my head out of my ass, or in this case, it’s clearly clouded by my vagina, and just told them, “Sorry, but I can’t do this.” Well, I can do it. Maybe the correct word is I shouldn’t be doing it.
But who am I kidding?
I want it.
Hell, I need it.
After all, it’s only one night. And I’d be lying if I said one of my fantasies wasn’t two gorgeous men ravishing my body. I’m a woman, after all. The idea of being surrounded in masculine goodness is extremely appealing to me.
A warm hand cups my ass, and I look up to see Mason staring down at me. We’ve changed positions somewhat, and I’m now standing, squashed between them, Koda against my back, Mason in front of me. God. My throat is dry, my hands are shaking and my body is literally throbbing. The ache between my legs is almost unbearable.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Yes.
Good idea.
Because the idea of having Scarlett, or Amalie, or hell even Maverick or Malakai come out and see me like this would be mortifying.
I swallow, and then I nod.
Mason takes my hand, and I glance over my shoulder at Koda as I’m led inside. Everyone has gone to bed, that much is clear. The cabin is empty, except for Boston passed out sleeping on the floor in the living area. We move quietly to my bedroom and shut the door, then I turn nervously and stare at the two men. If I think too much about this, I’m going to chicken out.
I know it.
I know myself.
“One of you two better come over here and get this started, or I might just run away from sheer nerves,” I say, my voice husky.
Koda steps forward, surprising me, and brings his body up close to mine, but he doesn’t touch me. He’s so close I can feel the heat of him, but he does not make contact. That only makes my body scream out inside even more, because, dammit, I want him to make contact. I want his hands on me. I want his mouth on me. I want him inside me.
“Got rules,” he says, his voice low, his eyes so intense it’s hard to look into them.
“Okay,” I whisper, too scared he’ll hear how turned on I am by the shaky sound of my voice. Whispering is a safer option.
Mason steps up behind me, his big body pushing me closer to Koda’s. Finally, we touch. His hard frame molds against my soft one, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering at the feel of his incredible size against me. Not just his muscles and his large body, but the thick cock now pressing against my belly through his jeans.
It’s impressive.
“Mason does not fuck you.”
Mason makes a sound from behind me, the beginning of an argument, a protest maybe, but Koda looks up and he immediately stops.
I, however, do not.
“Why not?” I ask, and Koda’s eyes move back to me.
“Because I fuckin’ said so, that’s why. The only cock goin’ inside your body tonight is mine. He can have your mouth, and your hands, and he can taste you. But he does not fuck you.”
I blink once, then twice. Anyone would think he was a little jealous, maybe even being protective of me. There just seems to be no other reason why he wouldn’t allow Mason to have sex with me. Only, it makes no sense because he doesn’t even like me. The only reason he’s here is because he wants inside me, and I want him there, so we’re on even ground.
“Okay,” I tell him, because I don’t want to argue and ruin the mood.
Also, there’s the fact that the very idea of Koda being inside me has my skin prickling in the best kind of way. I’ve imagined this on more than one occasion. His big body against me, moving, panting, growling, his cock inside me, his lips on my skin.
I tremble.
“Think she’s ready,” Mason murmurs, reaching for my tank top and pulling it up and over my head without a second’s hesitation.
I gulp.
Literally gulp.
Nobody says anything.
Koda just keeps looking at me with that intensity, the one that makes my whole body feel weird.
Mason removes my top and bra until I’m standing before them, breasts exposed, feeling strangely vulnerable. I’m not usually shy around men. I know I have a beautiful body, I know I have all the assets they desire, and I know that I’m pretty. I’ve never had body issues. Which is surprising, considering the life I’ve led. But I don’t, and I’m thankful for it. Because the world is a cruel place, and men can be especially cruel, even to the most beautiful girls.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Koda growls, reaching up and cupping my breast.
My breath hitches, and I swear I stop breathing. My lungs burn and, finally, a breath whooshes out of my lips when his fingers pinch my nipple and he begins rolling. As if that wasn’t enough desire, Mason is currently sliding off my panties, leaving me naked and exposed while both of them still have clothes on.
Mason’s fingers reach around and find my pussy. He gently parts it and slips his finger in, finding my clit. I gasp and lean back into him a little while Koda keeps his big hands on my breasts, working my nipples until my body feels like it’s going to explode with an incredible, unfamiliar pleasure.
“You put your fingers in her pussy, but my mouth touches it first,” Koda growls, eyes swinging to Mason.
“Yeah,” Mason growls back. “Fuck. She’s sweet.”
Mason slides a finger inside me, and I whimper, knees trembling.
“And fuckin’ wet,” he adds.
Oh, god. It’s too much. It feels so good. Koda drops his mouth to my neck and starts sucking on the skin there, not hard, just small nips and pulls at my flesh, making my skin prickle. His hands keep working my boobs in a way no one has ever worked them. Most men are messy wh
en it comes to fondling breasts, but Koda certainly is not. He is skilled and careful, and his movements are perfectly stimulating.
My pussy clenches around Mason’s fingers and my knees start shaking harder.
“She’s about to come,” he rasps to Koda.
“Then stop.”
Suddenly, Mason’s fingers leave my body and I’m left empty, shaking, and so hot it hurts. I blink and start protesting, but Koda moves his mouth up until he finds my lips, and he knocks the breath clean out of my lungs when he kisses me. He kisses me in a way I’ve never been kissed. As if it’ll be the last time either of us ever feel the sensation of another person.
His lips.
His mouth.
The stubble on his chin.
The way his hand cups my jaw.
I forget everything else except him. My whole world becomes about that moment. I reach up and curl my fingers into his hair, not realizing until right now just how much this moment meant to me, just how much I needed it, and just how much Koda had gotten under my skin. I didn’t think it mattered, hell, I didn’t think he mattered, but the way my body is responding to his lips on mine, it would appear I am wrong.
So very wrong.
I gasp when he finally pulls back, and I want more. I want him to come back. I want his mouth back on mine. I want it to be just me and him. Just for a second. Hell, even one night. But I know that’ll never happen. Koda is too proud, and he’s too good at his job. He’ll never, ever allow me to get in as deep as I’m allowing him. That thought burns my heart. It just sinks it right into my chest.
Because I don’t want it to be like this.
For once in my life, I just want something to be genuine, and real, and not about drugs, or money, or power.
Just me.
And someone else.
And a moment that brings us together.
“Get on the bed,” Koda growls, and I move quickly, legs trembling as I walk over to the bed and sit on the end.
Koda looks to Mason. “Sit behind her, rub her tits, kiss her neck, make it feel like fuckin’ heaven for her while I eat her pussy.”
