Bound To Protect (Crescent City Kings)

by Anya Summers

  “Hunter and I traded partners for a dance. I danced with his wife Veronica, and Sabrina took a turn around the dance floor with Hunter.”

  “He was amazing,” Sabrina said, apparently rather awestruck and giddy with it.

  “And I don’t know whether I should be jealous or not,” Dante murmured, bemused.

  “Well she went to bed with me and proved rather enthusiastic after meeting Hunter, so I would say it was a win-win for all involved,” Michael teased.

  Sabrina blushed and squirmed in her seat.

  “Is that right?” Dante asked, thrilled that the two of them seemed to have moved past their reluctance and had enjoyed each other. It was a step in the right direction, in forming the bond required. Most relationships were difficult, but when you were trying to create a trifecta, make it work between three individual personalities, all with diverse wants and needs, it could be even trickier to maneuver.

  “Are you mad that I was with Michael without you?” she asked, nibbling on her bottom lip.

  He shook his head. “Nope. I’m thrilled.”

  “You are?” she said, her surprise evident.

  “Yep. Because it solidifies your bond with Michael. This way, when people look at the two of you together, they will believe the story. You looked like a couple deboarding the plane this morning, and I couldn’t be happier about it.”

  “Oh,” she said, and glanced away.

  “And there’s the fact that the moment we get to the penthouse, I plan to have my carnal way with you,” he admitted, already fantasizing about what he wanted to do with her hot little body.

  Her head whipped around, and her mouth formed a perfect O.

  Dante chuckled. “Why are you surprised by that statement?”

  “She really is cute with her pink blushes, isn’t she?” Michael stated.

  “I think so. And you never answered me, love.” Dante pressed for her response.

  She squirmed in her seat before she finally answered. “It’s just… this is all so new for me, being with both of you, and that you want to be with me together and apart. It startles me and confuses me and makes me feel incredible. But I also don’t always know how to respond to it.”

  “The sex, talking about the sex, or that two men could find you desirable at the same time?” Dante asked, pulling into the parking garage.

  “All of the above,” she admitted with a sigh that he found rather adorable. Then again, he thought she was a cute sex kitten in training, probably a bit like Alice when she first followed the rabbit.

  “Good answer. And you should know, I like teasing you about sex, about what I want to do to that hot little body of yours, and watching the rosy blush enter your cheeks. I find it a total turn-on, and get hard just thinking about it. Want to know how many times I jacked off in the last two days thinking about you, about being inside you again?”

  “We both do,” Michael said. “It’s rather refreshing.”

  “Well, you’re welcome, I guess. I don’t really know how to respond. No one has ever talked that way to me, but I like it,” she admitted. “Oh, you moved my car here.”

  The battered silver Civic was a good twenty years old, and while clean like everything else she owned, it had seen better days. “That I did, but to be honest, love, that heap should be turned in for spare parts. I have a cleaning crew scheduled to go in to your place tomorrow and when they’re done, we should be able to turn in your keys.”

  “That fast?” she murmured.

  “Problem?” he asked before he exited the vehicle.

  Flustered, she replied, “No. It’s just all happening so quickly. I feel like I’m getting whiplash from all the changes. And I’d like to go visit my brother this week too.”

  “His doctors say he’s doing just fine,” Dante stated. Now that he had come to the realization that he wanted to build a long term commitment with her, that meant her brother’s care was no longer squarely on her slim shoulders. She had carried the burden alone for long enough.

  “I know. I’m not certain how you know. But you have to understand, this is the longest we’ve been apart in our entire lives. I will feel better if I can check on him, and I want to do so regularly.”

  Michael laid a hand on her shoulder. “We know you love your brother, and will help make sure you get to see him while you’re with us. And now, we have a bit of a surprise for you.”

  Dante headed around his vehicle to her door and pulled her out while Michael exited the back seat.

  “A surprise? Really?” She glanced between them, her excitement effusive.

  “Yep. Hold out your hand,” Dante ordered, and waited until she complied. Then he dropped the key into her hand.

  She stared at it with a confused expression, like he’d plunked down a mystery object she was trying to figure out.

  “Here, this should help you figure it out.” Dante steered her over to the silver Mercedes parked on the opposite side of her junker.

  Michael flanked her as she stared at the car, a shocked expression covering her face. “You got me a car. This is for me?”

  “For you to use while you’re with us,” Michael explained.

  If Dante had his way, that would last long after the terms of the contract were up. He needed to have a talk with his best friend, alone, without Sabrina nearby. Michael still kept talking like there was an end date.

  She pressed the hand holding the key in a closed fist against her chest. “I don’t know what to say. I can’t take this, it’s too much.”

  “Love, as Michael’s fiancée, this is the type of car you would be driving. No offense to yours, but we can’t allow you to be seen in that one. We’ll keep it here if you are dead set on keeping it, and let you decide what you want to do with the car later.”

  Michael snorted and waved his hand toward her clunker. “No one should be driving that thing. It looks like it could fall apart if you drove it over thirty.”

  “I know. It did the job of getting me where I needed to go. It’s just… a lot to take in. Thank you,” she murmured and glanced at him and Michael with such gratitude, Dante felt humbled.

  “Why don’t you take a look inside while we get your luggage?” he suggested with a nod toward the driver side door.

  With an excited little squeal, she almost danced over to it. Her happiness made him want to shower her with presents daily just to watch the surprise and the joy cover her features. He jerked his head toward the Escalade, signaling for Michael to follow him.

  “What the hell, dude?” he whispered. Furiously lifting the back door up, he gripped the handle of Sabrina’s suitcase and yanked it out.

  “I didn’t say anything that’s not true,” Michael muttered with a pithy glare.

  “Stop reminding her it’s temporary,” Dante admonished quietly through clenched teeth. Michael could be the most stubborn individual on the planet when he put his mind to it.

  “Sorry, knee-jerk response. We’ve had too many failures in that arena. And the fact that she was under our nose this whole time…” Michael sighed with frustration.

  “I know. I’ve thought that myself, but you can’t tell me that being her first, knowing we could mold her into a submissive perfectly fit and attuned to us, hasn’t crossed your fucking mind, because it has mine.”

  Michael placed his suitcase on the ground and gripped the handle. “I realize that. And I admit, she’s a phenomenal fuck, whether she is with the both of us or individually. I quite enjoyed her charms this weekend, and look forward to more.”

  Dante grinned. His friend was hooked. Michael just didn’t realize it yet.

  They ushered Sabrina and the luggage into the elevator. She went to Michael first and kissed him, then laughingly moved from his friend to Dante as the elevator rose.

  “Hi.” He wiggled his brows. “Have some sugar for me, too?”

  “Yep.” She leaned up and brushed her mouth over his.

  He let her set the tone, kissing her back in the playful fashion she want
ed, at least until the elevator arrived at the penthouse. Because Dante hadn’t been lying about needing her. He had been on edge all weekend long, imagining a million different ways he wanted to fuck her. He broke the kiss for a moment.

  “Get this, will you?” Dante murmured to Michael, regarding the suitcase, and focused intently on Sabrina. He framed her gorgeous face in his hands, pleased by the sultry look in her eyes, and crushed his lips over hers for a hot, heady tangle of tongues and lips. He growled when she curled her hands into his chest, and felt the moment she surrendered to him. Her whole body seemed to melt against him.

  When the doors opened, he walked her inside, his mouth never leaving hers. He was too starved for her. They bumped into one of the Chesterfield sofas. Perfect. That would do. He angled her head, gripped her hair, and ate from her mouth. He’d been craving a taste of her like this all weekend. And he’d known Michael would fuck her, and for the first time since they had begun topping women together, he had been jealous because it was what he wanted to be doing.

  Because she mattered.

  Michael wasn’t wrong. The fact that she had been right there under their noses for the last two years drove Dante crazy—the thought that he, that they, could have claimed her and been enjoying her charms a lot sooner if they had taken a good look at her in the first place. But the truth was, maybe it hadn’t been the right time for them to begin. Perhaps it just needed the right set of circumstances for them to truly notice her, especially since they both had strict do not fuck the employees, rules that they lived by.

  He let the thought go and sank into his fervent need to feel her cunt squeeze his cock once more. He drew her blouse up and broke the kiss long enough to pull it off over her head. Her pupils were dilated, her lips parted, and her breathing heavy.

  “See, I told you I wanted to fuck you.”

  “Here?” she squeaked, and her eyes went wide.

  Ah, she’d only had sex in a bed so far—as it should be in the beginning. But it was time to move on to new horizons and show her in just how many places one could fuck. He nodded. “Yep, right here, love. I’m going to take you while Michael watches.”

  Lust filled her gaze. “Just hurry.”

  He’d forgotten to grab a condom on his way to pick them up. Damn. “Give me a minute. I need a condom.” He stepped away and rounded the back of the couch.

  “No, you don’t,” she said, unhooking her bra and letting it fall down her arms. She undulated as she walked the short distance to meet him where he stood.

  Looking at her bare chest, letting the words she had spoken sink in, Dante went still then shot Michael a questioning glance. Michael smirked and nodded.

  Dante asked him, “You fucked her bareback?”

  “Electrified fucking silk,” Michael stated in response as he reclined, his arms resting on the Chesterfield, watching them with an interested gaze.

  Dante shifted his attention back to Sabrina. “Are you sure?”

  He wanted to get on his knees and beg her to say yes. The thought of having no barrier between them, of having her juices coat his dick, made his cock strain against the confines of his jeans.

  “Yes. Hurry. I need you,” she pleaded.

  In response, Dante turned her, and bent her over the back end of the couch. He shoved her skirt up to her waist and ripped off the swath of lace covering her cunt. He sought the plump folds of her pussy and found her slick with dew. Need pounded in his veins like a drumbeat. He unzipped and freed his shaft, lined his dick up with her entrance, gripped her hips, and furrowed his length inside her wet heat. She closed around him like a hot glove, taking his dick inside until he was balls deep. Dante felt his eyes roll back in his head. Her pussy was as close to heaven as a man like him would ever get.

  “Oh,” she cried, bracing her body with her hands on the couch cushions.

  Michael reclined on the opposite couch, his gaze zeroed in on Sabrina’s response.

  “Keep your eyes open, Sabrina. I want you to watch Michael, look at him while I fuck you,” Dante ordered. The need to fuck her hard and fast, like an animal, rose inside him. She did something to him, pushed at the boundaries of his control, and he worried it would snap, and that he would hurt her.

  Leashing his control, he groaned as he began to move and shuttle his dick into her glorious cunt. It had been years since he’d fucked a woman bareback. And he didn’t remember any of them feeling quite this amazing. He watched his shaft disappear in Sabrina’s pussy.

  Michael chuckled. “If you could see the look on your face, dude.”

  “I’m trying not to blow my wad too early.” He grunted.

  “I was the same. But let her have it. Our Sabrina likes it rough,” Michael replied.

  “Is that true, love?” Dante canted his hips. Her breathy little moans spurred him on, made him rock his hips harder.

  “Yes. Please,” she begged.

  Dante dug his fingers into her hips and increased his pace, noting her response, focusing on her pleasure as much as his, and beating back his need to rut like a beast.

  “Is she watching you?” Dante growled through clenched teeth, pumping his dick in short, brutal digs. His balls slapped against her clit.

  “Yes. Jesus, it makes me rock hard, the look on her face. Go harder. Trust me on this,” Michael said and withdrew his shaft, fisting his length as he watched Dante fuck Sabrina.

  “Good. See what you do to him, love? Right now, Michael is imagining he’s the one fucking this pretty pussy.” He pounded her sex, loving the sounds of their fucking filling the living room.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, and fluttered around his plunging shaft.

  “Did you like fucking Michael this weekend, just the two of you?” Dante asked, infinitely curious.

  “Yes,” she wailed, her back arching.

  “Do you like watching him stroke his dick as he thinks about fucking you?” he asked, more aroused than he could ever remember. His cock could cut diamonds at this point. Instead, he fucked her, hard and fast, loving the breathy moans. Their little Sabrina was vocal about her pleasure.

  “Yes,” she wept.

  “Do you want to fuck him after I’ve made a mess out of this pussy and filled you with my cum?” Dante’s balls drew up tight. His cock elongated and swelled as he neared his climax.

  “Yes,” she keened.

  Stroking his cock, Michael growled, “Hurry up, will you?”

  Dante jerked his head and focused, pounding her in fast, furious strokes as the need he’d kept under lock and key unleashed. He rammed home, pumping deep.

  “Open your eyes, Sabrina,” Michael ordered.

  Dante smacked her rump, and her pussy clenched around his cock.

  “Jesus,” he groaned. He tried a second swat, and then a third that had her keening.

  It made him wonder how she would respond to a flogger or a paddle. His climax struck like a thunderbolt. He tossed his head back as he came, obliterating her cunt with his wild thrusts, and felt her spasm around his dick as she screamed. “Dante.”

  Dante’s knees wobbled as his thrusts slowed and then finally stopped. When he withdrew, he spied his semen seeping from her crease. Rubbing her rear, he commanded, “Go to Michael, love.”

  Sabrina’s body felt loose and buttery from her orgasm, but at Dante’s command, her belly clenched. Between these two men, she would never be lonely, never worry about a thing—and, in that moment, she wanted to keep them. But she shoved the thought away and focused on what she wanted right now. No looking ahead to what might be. She had learned that trick long ago. Except she couldn’t believe after the climax she’d just experienced that she could want another man, that she could want more, that she seemed to have entered this heightened state of arousal since losing her virginity, and she couldn’t seem to get enough of them.

  But after a lifetime of lack, she appeared to be making up for it in spades.

  On legs that resembled the consistency of jelly, she rounded the couch. When her legs
would no longer carry her, she sank to her knees and crawled across the hardwood floor to Michael. While Dante had been screwing her brainless, Michael had removed his dress shirt, and now reclined on the couch with his pants undone, stroking his long shaft. His heated gaze observed her approach, infused with dark lust.

  When she knelt before him, her breath heaved in and out with the intensity of her desire to touch his cock. As if in a trance, she reached out and circled his shaft with her fingers. He placed his much larger hand over hers and showed her how to stroke him. He was beautiful there—his dick. The skin was velvety smooth, the head smoothly round, and as she stroked him, a pearlescent drop of semen appeared on the tiny slit.

  She wanted to taste him, just like he had her sex. She glanced up. “How do I…”

  “Suck cock? I’ll teach you. Lick the shaft from root to tip,” Michael instructed.

  Holding him steady in her hand, she leaned forward and, with her eyes on him, darted her tongue out and traced the vein all the way up. She lapped at the drop of semen, letting his salty flavor wash over her.

  “That’s it. Now take the head in your mouth and hollow your cheeks as you take me inside,” Michael directed.

  She enveloped him and did as he instructed. She moved her head up and down, sucking his cock, watching his response while she did. This new aspect of lovemaking, the giving of pleasure, of knowing she could satisfy them this way, suffused her being with a sense of fulfillment and added to her arousal. And greedily, she wanted to make him writhe, make him lose his cool like he had each time he had been buried inside her over the weekend once he had made sure she climaxed. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave her.

  “Just like that. Now a little faster,” he murmured huskily, his voice thick with lust.

  She lifted her mouth for a moment and admitted, “But I like teasing you and torturing you by going slow.”

  He flashed her a sexy grin. “You’ll pay for that, minx. Now, be a good girl and do as I say.”

  She took him back inside and gave herself over to the moment, to loving his dick and watching his face go all stern with his need. Just like when he was inside her.