When I’d seen Red, memories of our past had come back to me. I knew I could trust him, in ways I wouldn’t trust anyone else. Hoping I’m not going to regret this, I huff and say, “Come on then, but remember whose patch she’s wearing.” I stomp my way over to the picnic bench. Bullet and Viper are hovering close by, and at my arrival, scoop up their women and leave. I jerk my chin toward them, knowing they were waiting until I was here to take care of my girl myself.
Red pushes past and takes the seat beside her. He looks down at the leg she’s ruefully rubbing. “That paining you, sweetheart?”
I see her face reddening; he’s embarrassed her.
She looks to me as though for guidance. “You getting’ tired, darlin’?”
She seems grateful I’ve noticed. “A bit.” She pauses, then motions to me to come closer so she can whisper into my ear. “I’m getting fed up with everyone treating me like a freak in a carnival.”
Red hears and rears back before I can react. “You’re no fuckin’ freak, sweetheart, and the only reason anyone’s looking at you is ‘cos you’re fuckin’ beautiful.”
I’m grateful to him, but Sophie stares him down. “The first thing you mentioned was my leg, Red.” She remembers his name from my introduction earlier; he apparently made an impression on her.
He raises his hand and gently touches her cheek. “It’s been a long ass day, and you looked like you’re in pain. You ain’t got to hide that from anyone, girl. Fuck, most of us are in awe at what you’ve suffered and come through.” As he smooths his fingers down her skin, he rests the tips for a second on the scar Buster left and flicks his eyes to me. I give a short nod in response, and see his face tighten.
Watching as she leans into his touch, I see her quickly straighten and look at me. Her mouth has dropped open and her eyes widened. Her breathing speeds up and her flush deepens. Quickly I reach out and reassuringly caress her hair while my eyes connect with Red’s. The fucker’s smiling, and out of her sight he’s reached his hand down to his crotch, pointedly adjusting himself.
I stake my claim. Leaning forward and taking advantage of her open lips, I sweep my tongue inside. My grip on her hair tightens and I pull her into me, delving as deep into her mouth as I can. A slight waft of oranges comes to me from the shampoo she uses, but beneath that, the scent of something that’s all her. Her taste teases me—my cock, already lengthened, swells almost to the point where it’s painful, and my balls throb, seeking release.
She gasps into my mouth, but I hold her in place, and her lips move more urgently over mine. Opening my eyes, I see, as I’d expected, Red has his hands on her hips, and his fingers gently caressing her. My nostrils flare as I slowly end the kiss and stare at my girl.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask, my own breathing speeding up.
Still held prisoner by my grip on her hair, she looks directly at me and gasps out, “You, Wraith.”
Throwing a glance at Red I see his eyes are dilated, and there’s a look of hunger in them.
Suddenly, I’m scooping her up in my arms. “My room’s closest,” I tell them both.
She hugs me around my neck, holding on and holding me close. As Red gets up to follow us her eyes widen. “Wraith? Red…”
She weighs nothing at all, so it’s easy for me to turn her so her hips are straddling my waist and carry her that way. Automatically she rubs her pelvis against me. Pausing my stride, I check for signs of concern, but she’s perplexed rather than afraid.
“Red’s coming with us. If you’re okay with that?”
She throws a glance over my shoulder at the other man, and just when I think I’ll need to prompt her to respond, she turns back to me and I can see her pupils dilate as she whispers into my ear, “Are you okay with it, Wraith?”
Only with Red. And only because I’m confident that whatever sexual feelings she might have for the Vegas President don’t hold a candle to the depth of her emotion for me. So I kiss her and whisper into her mouth, “Yes.”
She leans into me, her eyes feeding on the man following us.
I get to my room, unlock it―with the numbers here today I’m not going to trust leaving it open―and take her inside. Red closes the door behind us.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sophie…
One minute I was sitting talking with Carmen and Sandy, and the next Wraith comes up with that stunningly attractive man I’d seen in the clubroom. When Red seated himself beside me it was so close I could feel the warmth of his leg next to mine. Too close, invading my personal space, but instead of feeling trapped, a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.
It was like a bucket of cold water being thrown over me when he commented on my missing leg, as though that was all I was. But then, the reminder that I’m a cripple was swept away, and things became blurred as Wraith was kissing me, and I felt Red’s hands touching me, holding my hips, his fingers finding the skin between my top and jeans and gentling circling, and I was spiralled into a level of arousal that was out of this world.
It took me only seconds to know that if they both wanted me, I wouldn’t be able to resist. But Wraith wouldn’t want to share me, would he?
Then I was in Wraith’s arms and being carried to his room, and Red was following. Over Wraith’s shoulder, I could see his face, his fair skin darkening, his eyes narrowed, his lips pursed as though fighting to keep control. He was walking, legs slightly apart, drawing my attention to what’s hidden beneath the denim of his black jeans. And it’s quite a lot. My eyes widen and rise to his at the size of the package he has difficulty concealing, and he smirks in response.
Wraith checked with me, but I had to check back. My love for Wraith isn’t going to waiver, but the chance to have this other man too? The one I’d felt such an immediate reaction too? The old Sophie would never have given up an opportunity like this, so why should the new version? It wouldn’t be my first time with two men.
Then it hit me as we entered Wraith’s room.
Suddenly my hands are beating on his shoulders. “Stop, Wraith, no.”
Wraith freezes and gradually allows me slide to the floor. When I’ve got my balance, he lets me go, stands back and tunnels his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Soph. I’m so sorry. I thought you might want this.” He turns away and hits his fist against the wall. “Shit, I’ve fucked this up.”
“I’ll go.” Without hesitating, Red turns to walk out the door.
“No,” a hoarse cry comes from me, not wanting them to think they’d upset me. “Wraith, my leg!” That’s why I’m not the old Sophie! That’s why I can’t do this, can’t think of another man seeing me.
“Oh, babe,” Wraith’s back by my side and I feel a body come up behind me.
“Don’t give a fuck about what you’ve got or not got, beautiful. Don’t matter none to me,” Red’s sexy rasping voice rumbles into my ear.
Wraith’s hands brush my hair back from my face, studying me. “Get that out of your mind, darlin’, Red isn’t gonna care.”
But my fears of a man rejecting me have come back in force, those cruel words Buster threw at me never far from the back of my mind. I know I’m still desirable to Wraith, he’s convinced me of that time and time again, but to anyone else?
Red is gently kissing my neck, his teeth gently nipping, then his tongue soothing, but I stiffen at his touch, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes. Then he whispers to me, “Show me, trust me.”
Staring at Wraith, I know I can’t let this go further without showing Red what he’s going to be dealing with. Pushing the man in front of me away and stepping out of the grasp of the man behind, I half walk, half stumble to the bed and perch myself on the side. My hands go to the button of my jeans, and I hear two sharp intakes of breath as I start to undo it.
I close my eyes, unzip by touch, and ease my bum up to remove my jeans to my hips. Slowly I draw the denim down.
The unique smell of my man reaches me, and I know it’s his gentle touch that takes over,
taking off my shoes, then my jeans following. I feel him undo the straps around my prosthesis and can’t help the sigh of relief when it’s off. I’ve been standing too long today.
Then another man’s touch, his hands feeling coarser, smoothing down my thighs.
Taking a breath to fortify myself, I look up to see Red staring down at me, nothing but sheer male appreciation shining from his face. As Wraith slips onto the bed behind me and pulls me back into his body, Red steps forward, taking my hand and resting it on his crotch. He feels hot to the touch and hard, and every bit as big as my eyes told me he was.
“Isn’t turnin’ me off none, girl.” He’s grinning but breathing hard, as though it’s an effort to get air into his lungs. “It’s hot.” As he waves at my stump, his words make me inhale sharply, and then he clarifies, “You’re fuckin’ brave, that’s clear. That’s what I see, sweetheart.”
Then, his eyes fixed on mine, he removes his cut and slowly slides off his shirt, revealing a muscular body underneath decorated with colourful tattoos. Unable to let out my indrawn breath, I let my eyes absorb the sight in front of me. He’s gorgeous. His skin is fairer than Wraith’s and glistens with a slight sheen of perspiration due to the heat of the day, freckles abound, making me want to reach my fingers out and trace them like a child joins the dots of a puzzle.
Behind me, Wraith divests himself of his shirt, pulling me to him so I feel his warmth against my back. He reaches around, and taking the ends of my shirt, pulls it up over my head.
Now it’s Red’s turn to stare as Wraith undoes the front fastening of my bra, letting my breasts fall free. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasps.
I feel myself grow wet at the two hot bodies surrounding me, my nipples peak as though crying out for attention, and Wraith doesn’t disappoint, his hands coming out to tweak and caress them, sending a tingle directly down my spine to my clit, which begins to throb. I can’t stifle the moan that his touch, and the greedy eyes of the man in front of me, elicits.
Red’s hands go to the top button on his jeans, and lazily he undoes it then flicks the next through the button hole. He takes his time, and I can’t pull my eyes away as one by one the buttons reveal what he’s been hiding underneath. Unconsciously, I lick my lips in anticipation as his massive cock springs into view, hard and ready.
Part of my brain kicks into gear and I glance toward his face. “You clean?”
“Yeah, got tested recently and I never go ungloved.”
“You can trust him, sweetheart,” Wraith whispers in my ear.
Now Wraith scoots off the bed, toes off his boots and removes his jeans and boxers entirely. With a wry glance as though he’s lost a race, Red stops his slow striptease and lets everything drop. Coming back to the bed, Wraith centres me on it and lies to one side, pulling my front toward him. Red slides next to me, his warm chest up against my back.
Wraith kisses me deeply, and then turns me to Red, who takes his turn. His taste is different, and his tongue swirls around mine in an unfamiliar dance but is not at all unpleasant. As they take turns, slowly rolling me between them, their hands roam until I’m not sure which one is touching me where.
I hear murmurs in two different voices telling me how beautiful I am, telling me how sexy I am, how they can’t wait to be inside me, and I feel two hard cocks pressing against me, reassuring me of the truth of the words coming out of their mouths. It’s beyond hot, their touches almost scorching me.
Then Wraith’s familiar hand finds my clit, and a different set of fingers probe inside me, curling around, seeking that special spot inside.
“Fuck me, she’s so wet.”
“That she is.” Wraith kisses my neck, nipping and sucking it, marking me as his.
And then I can’t think anymore—my senses are on overload, mouths at my breasts, hands everywhere, fingers touching, probing, stroking, and strumming. My muscles contract and I can’t get a breath as I reach higher and higher until Wraith gives me permission, “Come for us.”
I come, hard. So incredibly hard. I’m keening as they keep it going on and on and on, taking me to the peak a second and even a third time before finally letting me come down, my body shaking and quivering as small aftershocks keep assailing me.
“God, did you ever see anything so beautiful?” Red asks, his voice in awe.
“Three times a day,” Wraith answers, making me give a small giggle.
“Lucky bastard.”
Wraith rolls me toward Red, then reaches across and fumbles for something in his drawer, moving back, he tosses something toward his friend. As I hear foil packets tear, I gaze from one to the other, new sensations flooding me as I watch them each roll on a condom, their motions practised and precise.
Pulling me down on the bed, Wraith positions himself between my thighs, pulling my hips up, his tip now poised at my entrance.
Red kneels by the side of my head. “Will you suck me, sweetheart?”
Grateful he’s using a condom, I nod my head, incapable of forming words. As Wraith pushes inside my pussy, Red teases my lips with his cock. I open my mouth and take him inside.
Wraith pushes in, and Red lets me take the lead, taking him inside as far as is comfortable, using my hands for his remaining length, stopping him from going too far. Once he’s sure I’m controlling how much I can take he starts to thrust, and Wraith does the same.
Breathing in through my nose I take in Red’s unfamiliar musk, and the thought I’m sucking a man I don’t know coupled with the cock of the man I love thrusting into me sends my arousal sky high once again. Sounds of manly grunts fill the air, together with my smothered pleas to give me more.
Wraith thrusts, Red pushes in, almost in time with each other. Their moans of enjoyment, the odd words of ‘fuck you’re beautiful’ and ‘yeah baby, right there’ spur me on. My muscles start contracting around my lover’s cock as I suck Red in as deep as I possibly can, taking his heavy balls in my hands and rolling and squeezing them gently.
I feel Red swell and hear him shout out a warning to Wraith. I feel Wraith start to pump harder, feel him start to jerk and come, and that’s enough for me to shatter at the same time.
Holding the condom to him, Red pulls out of my mouth, then leans over and gives me a deep, long kiss. As he pulls away, Wraith’s mouth takes his place, and as his cock deflates and slides out of me, he holds me tightly to him. I snuggle close, my arms around his back, holding him tight.
A sound of rustling, a belt buckle clanking, and I look up to see Red getting dressed.
“Gonna leave you lovebirds now,” he says, then leans, putting one arm on the bed. “Soph, you were amazing. You are amazing. Never let anyone tell you otherwise for a moment. And Wraith’s a lucky, lucky bastard to have you all to himself.” He stands, rests his hand on Wraith’s shoulder and pats it. “Thanks, Brother.”
He grabs his cut and shirt, and still half naked, leaves the room.
Neither of us speaks for a while after Red has gone, but perhaps we don’t need words, as Wraith runs his hands up and down my back. After a moment he says softly, “Soph, you’re a beautiful and desirable woman. I’ve said that, and Red has shown you too. Now are you going to fuckin’ believe it? ‘Cos I’m telling you now, I’m not gonna let any other brother into our bed to get the message into your head.”
“That was for me?” I’m still trying to process why my possessive man let another touch me.
“All for you, darlin’, and Red’s the only fucker who’d I’d let near you.”
“You’ve known him a long time?”
“Years. We prospected together.”
Then it hits me, the way they worked so well together. “You’ve shared women before?”
I feel the bite of jealousy as he replies, “Yes. But not for a very long time. And I ain’t gonna be sharing again.”
Pulling himself up, he leans over on one elbow. “Did it work, Soph? Do you understand that you’re more than your missing leg, that if my brothers knew what I’d off
ered Red, they’d be fighting over themselves to get into this bed? Not that I’m gonna fuckin’ let ‘em.”
I’m quiet for a moment as I think and then speak my thoughts aloud. “After my accident I convinced myself no man would ever want me again. And then, what Buster said…”
“Have you thought for a moment that Buster wanted you? He told you he was doing you a favour, but fuck woman, he was hard for you from the first moment he saw you, which must have told you something. Sure, his verbal arrows hit the target, playing on your insecurity, but babe, he wanted you—though damn him for it and I hope he’s burning in hell. I want you, most of my brothers would love to be where I am, and Red was drooling from the moment his eyes landed on you.”
“I’m making more of it than anyone else, aren’t I?”
“Won’t lie to you, Peg’s said his injury turns some women off, but only the shallow ones, darlin’. The ones who can’t see further than their own fuckin’ noses.”
I stare into his gorgeous eyes, so full of love for me. How many men would have invited even a close friend into their lover’s bed just to prove a point? Slowly I nod my head, my mouth turns up as my eyes start to crinkle. “Men who’d be turned off aren’t the ones I should be worried about, are they?”
Leaning over, he places a chaste kiss on my forehead. “No, darlin’, that’s my point. And the ones who’d want to fuck you, well, they’re the ones who’ll have something to worry about if they even look at you too long, as they’ll find themselves meeting the business end of my fist. Aren’t going to be any more experiments, babe. Never. You are all mine.”
“I don’t want anyone else.” It’s true. It was fun including Red, but Wraith is all I need. For the first time since my husband died, I’ve let myself acknowledge the emotional contact with a man, and sex comes second to me wanting to be part of his life.
I pull his lips down to mine but pause before we meet. “Thank you for tonight, Wraith. Thank you for showing me I’m still a woman.”
“Think you were the only one having doubts about that, Soph.”
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