Sharing His Bride

by Faye Avalon

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  Declan wasn’t sure how long he could keep himself from going over the top. Everything Mollie was saying was exactly what he’d always dreamed of hearing. Tonight, all bets seemed to be off. But something was telling him not to push things too far, even with her in this fortuitous mood.

  He thought about the conversation he’d overheard her having with Lisa. In fact, he couldn’t seem to get that damned conversation out of his mind. Mollie had lamented her lack of sexual experimentation, and had wished she’d sampled more before she’d met him. There was no way he could change that. And fuck it to hell, he wouldn’t want to. He liked that he’d been her only lover. At least, he had until overhearing that damn conversation.

  And now she was telling him she wanted to experience it all. What did that mean? She hadn’t exactly said she wanted to experience it all with him. Did she still hanker after adventure? With other men? A freaking threesome?

  Shit. He was driving himself fucking insane.

  He kept her hands tied above her head, pressed his palm to her wrists to hold her there. “I’ll show you things, angel,” he growled as he allowed the frustration to vent. “I’ll show you things you don’t even know exist. Make you feel things you’ve never imagined you could feel.”

  And by doing so he’d make sure she’d never have cause to doubt their future together, or lament her lack of experience with other men.

  She arched, lifting her breasts to where his mouth hovered just above the rosy nipples. He shot out his tongue and slowly laved the tender peaks. Mollie moaned and gyrated beneath him, but tried to close her legs. He was having none of it. With her open to him, he pressed a hand to her mound.

  Shit. She was hot, wet, and all but throbbing for him. He teased her opening with his forefinger, taking care to avoid her clit. It didn’t stop her pressing up toward him.

  Fuck, but he liked her like this. Gone, it seemed, was the tentative woman he’d always tried to accommodate by going slow and easy. In her place was a siren. His to mold into the kind of woman who could enjoy indulging in her own needs as well as administering to his.

  Thoughts flashed into his frenzied brain. Images of her tied up, helpless as he did what the fuck he wanted to do. He’d take her hard, fast, administer a brutal assault on all her senses. She would cry out for him to give her release, even as he used some of those toys on her, the kind he’d put away and thought never to have use for again.

  With the promise of such adventures in his future, Declan focused on the moment. Slow and steady, he thought. He loved Mollie with all his heart, and she was everything he’d ever wanted.

  He didn’t want any barriers to the sexual pleasure he could give her. To all the ways he could show her how much he adored her, worshipped her. And since they’d cracked open the door, there was no way on God’s fucking green earth he was going to blow it by coming on too fast, too soon.

  But that didn’t mean he couldn’t give her a taster.

  “Keep your hands above your head,” he ordered, before slowly taking his restraining hand away. “Do you hear what I say?”

  “Yes.”

  She bit her lower lip, which pushed his restraint to the heavens. He removed his hand from her pussy, earning a little mumble of protest as he pulled out his finger. He allowed himself a small grin and placed his hands on either side of her ribcage. Feasting on those plump, ripe nipples, he took turns with each one and held her firm when she tried to arch and squirm.

  Pleased that her tied hands were still above her head, he kissed down the center of her body, using his tongue to slowly circle her navel. She must have guessed that he didn’t intend to stop there because she tried to draw her legs together, but he simply nudged them wider.

  “You’re going to give me what I want, and I’m going to make sure you like it.”

  Her muscles clenched but then relaxed a tad, so he kept his eyes on hers and ran his finger slowly down her slit. Her stomach muscles clenched again, but she kept her legs wide.

  “I’m going to eat you. Hard. I’m going to suck your clit until you scream. Do you hear?”

  Her throat moved as she swallowed. “Yes.”

  He shoved up one of her knees, pushed her bent leg out to the side and spread his fingers over her heat, sliding them slowly back and forward. Her breathing came in fast, unsteady gasps. Bending lower, he ran the tip of his tongue along her slit with just enough pressure to make her feel it.

  She made little mewing sounds, her neck arched so that her throat was exposed and her teeth clenched together. He glanced up at her. Shit, but she looked fucking sultry lying there, open to him, while the taste of her burst along his tongue.

  “Declan... Declan...”

  She moaned his name, over and over, heating his blood to combustible levels. His cock was throbbing, his head pounding. Unable to resist any longer, he shoved his tongue inside her, mimicked what his cock would do as soon as it replaced his mouth. He sucked her hard, her hips bucking beneath his frenzied mouth.

  Mollie made frantic sounds, her breathing fast and furious. She stiffened, and he felt her pulse against his mouth as she came.

  He looked up at her, at the beautifully rounded hips, the gorgeous orbs of her full breasts, the generous and ripe mouth that was currently open as she gasped for air.

  “Okay?” He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Fuck, Mol. You taste fantastic.”

  She blushed and closed her eyes. When his cock jerked, he grabbed a condom and positioned himself above her. “Ready for me, angel?”

  “Yes.”

  She wasn’t going to get away with a one-word response. “Open your eyes and tell me how much.”

  Slowly she opened her eyes, blushed a little more. “Very much. I want you inside me.”

  He grabbed hold of his cock and brought it to her opening. “What do you want me to do when I’m there?”

  “I want... I want you to...fuck me. Hard.”

  Shit, but that was the hottest thing he’d ever heard in his goddamn life. How many times had he dreamt of hearing her say that? Okay, so he’d had to prompt her to say it, but baby steps and all that. He could do those baby steps.

  Since his throat had basically closed, all he could do was grunt as he nudged her slick entrance. He pushed inside her, past the hot, wet heat that surrounded him, clasped him.

  He did what she’d asked. He fucked her hard. So hard the headboard slammed against the wall with each push. With her hands still tied above her head, her breasts jiggling with each shove and retreat, and her feet sliding against his ass, he felt sensation slam into him and couldn’t hold back any longer.

  He came, pumping into the condom and shouting his release.

  Spent, he froze above her, trying to get his breathing under control. It felt like she had pulled everything inside him apart, and he needed time to let the pieces of himself fit back together.

  In that moment, he knew there wasn’t one thing in the damn world he wouldn’t do to make her happy. He never wanted her to have regrets, or to doubt what they shared. He wanted her to have faith in their future.

  The plan he’d put into motion was the right thing to do.

  “Declan... I... Wow.” She laughed softly beneath him, her own breathing scrappy and rapid.

  “Yeah. Wow.”

  He kissed her, soft and light in sharp contrast to the way he’d pounded into her.

  “Are you okay?” He unfastened the knot in the pillow, freeing her hands. “I didn’t want to—”

  She touched a finger to his mouth. “Don’t say anything. It was amazing, Declan. Really amazing.”

  The light in her eyes, the sheer wonderment he saw there, humbled him. “I never wanted to push it,” he confessed, stroking hair from her cheek. “I always sensed that you didn’t want me to take things further than you were comfortable with. Maybe I’ve been wrong in that.”

  “It’s me who’s been wrong.” She took a deep breath, closed her eyes. “I’ve... I’ve not bee
n honest with you.”

  A chill rippled down Declan’s spine, but he hoisted himself up against the headboard. Mollie moved with him, resting her head on his chest. Was she about to voice her regrets about not having taken lovers before him? Fuck. He didn’t want to hear that.

  “My mother was really puritanical when it came to sex. Her views on what was right and proper were Victorian, and it’s only lately that I’ve come to think her views were colored by my father walking out on her. Maybe she wanted to protect me, to steer me away from men, encouraging me to focus on building my career instead.” She sighed, making his muscles shiver as her warm breath shimmered over his flesh. “I’m babbling a little, but I’m still trying to get it straight in my own mind. Still making sense of it.”

  “Go on.” His voice sounded hoarse and sharp, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was leading to a confession along the lines of what he’d overheard her discussing with Lisa.

  Every muscle inside him went tight, sending icy chills through his bloodstream.

  “She said decent women didn’t enjoy sex, they just endured it, the same way she had done.”

  She trailed her fingers lightly across his abdomen, and he tried not to react. But hell, his cock didn’t get the message. As it jerked, he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. They were having this important conversation and he had to keep focused on what Mollie was telling him.

  “I don’t find it easy to let go during sex, or to talk about it, or say out loud what I want. But I don’t want to be that person anymore, Declan. It’s time to change, to be the woman I choose to be. One who enjoys sex, really enjoys it. I wish I’d been more experienced when we met, that I’d learned things, tried things. I... I really want to learn, Declan. I want to try anything and everything.” She hoisted herself up so she could face him. “I want to put away my past conditioning. Forever.”

  Shit, but he didn’t like this. Not one fucking bit. She wanted to try anything. Everything. But she still hadn’t said she wanted to try it all with him.

  He pushed back temper that tried clawing its way through his heart and into his throat. The thought of Mollie having sex with another man made him want to lash out, to throw something, punch something, but he consoled himself with the thought that he could control this.

  He thought of the conversation he’d had that afternoon with the guy from the escort agency. He’d spent the best part of a sleepless night working out the logistics, the consequences, of what he’d planned to do. He’d looked at it every which way and his decision was the only path through this damned mess.

  “Do you trust me, Mol?”

  “Of course. There’s nobody I trust more.”

  She kissed him, taking control of the kiss in a way she’d never done before. Declan had the disconcerting feeling that this new Mollie was a woman who, if he wasn’t careful, could slip through his fingers and leave him mourning the chance he wasn’t brave enough to take.

  He thought of the guy again, of the three of them in the hotel room he’d booked for the following night. Every instinct warned him not to follow through, but love conquered those instincts. He’d do anything to make his girl happy. And if that meant bringing another guy into the mix, then Declan knew he had no option. The alternative was to let her take matters into her own hands, and God alone knew where that would lead.

  Since the kiss rapidly morphed into Mollie straddling him and taking him into her mouth, Declan knew that further conversation would have to wait. Since he’d already set up events for the following night, all he had to do was get Mollie to that hotel room.

  Then they would sail into uncharted waters. All he could hope was that, when it was over, he’d be able to navigate them both back to dry land.

  Chapter Three

  “Where are we going?”

  Declan held her hand so tight as they hurried along the sidewalk that Mollie wondered if he’d succeed in cutting off her circulation. All through supper he’d been on edge. She’d caught him checking his watch, stroking his neck in the same way he’d done on the evening he’d asked her to marry him.

  Then, no sooner than they’d finished coffee and dessert, he all but yanked her out of the restaurant, into a taxi, and now here they were outside one of the city’s swankiest hotels.

  “Declan? Why are we here?”

  “Surprise,” he said, turning into the foyer where the concierge opened the door for them.

  “What sort of surprise?” Since there were other people around, Mollie lowered her voice. “Declan, what’s going on?”

  “You’ll see.”

  He seemed intense now, and the first real trickle of nerves pulsed through her.

  In the lounge area, he coaxed her onto one of the plush sofas and told her to wait for him. He strode to the reception desk, exchanged words with the clerk, who handed him a card.

  When he came back, his handsome features were like stone, his eyes hard and severe.

  She took the hand he held out and silently they made their way to the elevators. If Declan had booked them a room for the night, why did it make him so tense?

  On the fifth floor, they stepped out of the elevator. Mollie crossed her arms over her chest. “What’s going on, Declan? I’m not moving another inch until you tell me.”

  He stared at her for a full minute, then took care of things by sweeping her up into his arms. Since it had all the elements of carrying her over the threshold, she gave a nervous laugh. “Aren’t you a little premature?”

  Still he said nothing, and annoyance started to push through her nerves. Once inside their room, he carried her to the bed and lowered her down.

  Mollie hoisted herself onto her elbows and looked around. The bed was large enough to hold them both twice over and was draped in luxurious, and sensuous, forest green satin. Heavy drapes at the window were an almost identical shade, but had huge white lilies imprinted on the fabric. To the left was a sitting room, and to the right what she imagined was the bathroom.

  Champagne chilled in a bucket and three glasses stood beside it on a silver tray. Three glasses? Were they expecting someone?

  Declan had disappeared into the bathroom, so Mollie scrambled off the bed after him. She’d no sooner gotten to the door when he reappeared. It looked like he’d splashed water over his face, or dipped his head in a bowl of water. His hair was damp, the collar of his shirt wet, and his jaw so tight she wondered he didn’t chip a tooth.

  “You said you trusted me.”

  Okay. Now her nerves were feeding off his and she really didn’t like it. “You’re starting to worry me. You’ve barely said a word all evening and you’re acting weird. Will you just tell me what’s going on?”

  He took her arms and drew her close. His throat contracted as he swallowed. “You said you wanted to try anything. Everything. I want that to be with me, Mol.”

  She frowned. “I know that, but—”

  “No buts. This needs to happen, angel. For us.”

  He was talking in riddles and she couldn’t seem to get a straight answer out of him. If it weren’t for the tender way he drew her close and the softness in his eyes, she would be seriously afraid he was going to dump her, or something.

  Mollie turned at the light tap on the door, but Declan continued to hold her, to stare at her. “This is for us, Mol. Just you and me. Remember that.”

  He released her and made his way slowly to the door, very much like a man heading to the gallows. Mollie wrapped her arms around herself in a vain attempt to offset the sudden chill that swept along her skin.

  Declan opened the door and stood back, as if he’d been expecting whoever had knocked. The man who stepped inside the room wasn’t anyone she knew and he certainly didn’t look like any hotel employee.

  He was dressed in a suit, impeccably cut, his silk tie a shade of terracotta that seemed to match his eyes. He swept his gaze over her before turning to Declan.

  Mollie rubbed her arms as if to warm them, but the chill was deeper than flesh and
she wasn’t entirely sure why.

  “Can I get you a drink?” Declan asked the man through gritted teeth. “Then I’ll make the introductions.”

  The man glanced at the champagne and nodded. “That’ll suit me fine.”

  Mollie couldn’t seem to move, let alone speak. She simply watched Declan move to the table and pour two glasses of champagne. He offered her one of the crystal flutes, but she just looked down at it and then back at him.

  “It’s okay,” he murmured, offering her the glass again. Then he mouthed, trust me.

  As if on autopilot she took the glass, but she didn’t drink. She wasn’t sure she could get anything past her suddenly tight throat.

  Declan offered the man the other drink before moving to the mini bar, where he selected whisky. He poured the contents of the small bottle into a tumbler, then moved to stand beside her. “Mollie? This is James Mallory.” He put his arm around Mollie’s shoulder. “And this is my fiancée, Mollie Dewar.”

  The arm around her tightened, his fingers digging lightly into her flesh as if to signal possession, but it was the sharp tone that warned the other man’s presence was not entirely welcome.

  Mollie had been slowly joining the dots since the man had entered their suite, and her conclusion was so far out there she almost laughed aloud.

  Declan hadn’t...he couldn’t want them to... No. It was ridiculous.

  Beside her, Declan took a long swig of his whisky, his fingers tight around the crystal. He turned to Mollie, took her glass and set it down. “I’ve asked James to join us.”

  “J...join us?” Bloody hell, had her calculations been spot on? “For...for what?”

  “James is from the Talbot Agency. They are discreet, professional, and come highly recommended.”

  She shook her head as if to clear it, but when she looked at Declan again the crazy thoughts were still swimming around. She wanted to shrug out of his hold, to grab her bag and hightail it out of that room. It was ridiculous. Insane.

  But she couldn’t seem to make herself move. Had she somehow brought this about? That conversation she’d had with Lisa, had it brought her own ludicrous thoughts into reality?