by Lexi Post
Shock waves of electricity coursed through Bea at the suddenness of the invasion, but it didn’t begin to prepare her for Kayla’s lips as they latched on to her clit and started to suck.
Bea swayed.
Zach unbuttoned her cuffs and took off her shirt. “Bend over and brace yourself on the bed, beautiful.”
She did as told, hoping she didn’t fall on top of Kayla. Then again, it would be a soft landing and leave her face in Kayla’s pussy. What would it be like to lick another woman’s juices? She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. Heck, she wasn’t sure about much at the moment.
Suddenly, something cold hit her ass. She glanced back to find Zach had sprayed whip cream on her crease. He caught her look of confusion. “Lube.”
She dropped her head and shivered at the feel of the cool cream slipping over her anal star and down to her slit to meet Kayla’s fingers. The pulsing sensitivity of Kayla sucking her clit as she pumped her fingers caused Bea to reverberate with wanting. When Zach spread her ass cheeks and his hard cock pressed against her anal opening, she whimpered.
Zach stopped. “Are you okay, Bea?”
Her anticipation spiked. “Yes. More.”
“My pleasure.” He pushed slowly against her until the cream allowed him to glide in.
It was too much. Her senses reeled at the sexual sensations in her pussy, ass and clit. Her orgasm rocketed through her. She screamed as she gushed over Kayla’s fingers, her body shaking hard. Kayla pumped into her as Zach moved out and in again, prolonging her pinnacle of pleasure.
Panting, she gasped, “Oh my God.”
Kayla chuckled as she released her hold on Bea’s pussy, but plunged one more time with her fingers as Zach slowly pulled out. Bea’s heart leapt as the final thrill hit before she fell to the side of Kayla, eyes closed, trying to fill her lungs. Her poisons hadn’t harmed anyone. She wasn’t sure what effects Kayla might experience, but she doubted there had been enough absorption to do any harm. The guilt-free orgasm made her beam with sheer joy.
Zach knelt next to her. It had to be him because Kayla’s body lay warm against her other side.
He brushed her hair away from her face and touched his lips to hers.
She welcomed his kiss, opening her mouth to show her gratitude with her tongue.
He pulled away and stood. “You keep kissing me like that and I’m going to come all over you.”
She opened her eyes. The image of Zach standing next to the bed pumping himself until his thick cum squirted over her body caught the attention of her satisfied pussy. “That has possibilities.”
Kayla sat up. “I don’t think so. Bea, you’re too damn sweet. I’m hornier than hell now.”
Bea watched as Zach perused Kayla’s body. He turned around and headed for the bathroom. “Hold that thought.”
“Will do.” Kayla left the bed. “More wine?”
Bea pulled herself up to sit against the headboard. “No thanks.”
“Well, I will. I worked up a real thirst. Oh, stop blushing, I’m sure he’s done that to you before.”
Bea nodded shyly. It was strange and yet liberating to be completely naked and chatting with Kayla.
Zach strode back in and Bea couldn’t help but admire his taut strength. His cock was still hard as it angled away from his body, his balls up tight. “I think I need to give you girls some attention. What do you think?”
Kayla took a large gulp of wine.
Bea purred. “I think.”
Now she could focus on him. There was no reason for Zach to experience any of her poisons with Kayla there.
He jumped on the bed and lay on his back, spreading his arms, one hand resting on her thigh. “I’m all yours.”
She caught Kayla’s attention and motioned with her head toward Zach, then knelt on all fours next to him and licked his earlobe. He turned his head and captured her lips with his.
She melted at the invasion of his tongue before she sidled away. Bea ran her fingertip along the length of Zach’s cock. “See, Kayla, I was truthful about how handsome his cock is, wasn’t I?”
Kayla moved to kneel between Zach’s legs. “I’m not sure. I need to make a closer inspection.”
“Please do. I want my man’s handsomeness confirmed.”
Zach chuckled and his cock jumped.
Kayla took Zach’s cock into her hands and stroked down to hold it tight at the base while Bea stared, fascinated. Kayla’s tongue darted out and flicked across the top. Bea shivered. A strange excitement whirled through her body like a waterspout as Kayla’s mouth slipped down her man’s cock.
Bea glanced at Zach and found his eyes on her, his expression worried. He stroked her back in reassurance. She smiled mischievously and lowered her head to his chest. He may be concerned she’d be jealous, but she was too happy she could please him, and not poison him, to worry about Kayla. Besides, it was hot watching and having sex at the same time.
She darted her tongue across his nipple, mimicking what Kayla did to his cock, and his hand moved from her back to her hair. She glanced down to see Kayla licking the underside of his penis and Bea swirled her tongue around each nipple until they were as hard as his cock.
When Kayla sucked Zach in earnest, Bea’s pussy swelled and she changed from licking to sucking his hardened nipples. His tense body strained toward her and the hand at the back of her head became insistent. Nibbling at a hard nub, Bea ran her hand into Zach’s hair, unable to stop the moan that rose from her throat.
Abruptly, she found herself lifted.
Zach growled. “Sit on my face. I want to taste you.”
More than willing, she positioned herself above his mouth so she faced Kayla. She wouldn’t have believed it, but she enjoyed watching Kayla’s tongue on Zach’s cock.
His own talented tongue shot out and encircled her clit as she had done his nipple, dividing her attention. The sharp spasms of excitement had her heart beating erratically.
Kayla sat up. “Oh Bea, I have to have him inside me now.”
Bea nodded her permission, unable to talk for the lightning buzzing through her veins.
“Do you have a condom?”
Zach’s groan against her clit vibrated every nerve, but his message was clear. She shook her head at Kayla. Would they have to stop?
“Good thing I come prepared.” Kayla hopped off the bed and rummaged in her purse. Bea watched as her friend ripped open a packet to expose a florescent-pink condom.
“Pink?”
Kayla wiggled her eyebrows. “Hey, if I’m providing the protection, I get to choose the color.”
She grew hotter as Kayla sheathed Zach in hot pink while his tongue continued its homage to her clit.
The sight of Kayla impaling herself on Zach had Bea’s hips moving in response. But Zach held her still, where he wanted her. She licked her lips as Kayla lifted herself, clear liquid coating Zach’s cock.
Kayla caught her gaze. “Oh girl, you’re going to love this.” She took Bea’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and held on.
Bea’s full pussy quivered at the contact. She grasped Kayla’s nipples in the same way.
Kayla panted as she moved herself up and down along Zach’s length, her juices making him shine a bright pink. “Holy crow, but you two are good.”
Watching Kayla’s excitement, feeling her hard nubs at the same time Kayla’s hands were upon her own nipples and Zach’s tongue on her clit brought Bea to the edge. Kayla’s breath hitched as Bea pinched her nipples. Excited by her power over the other woman and unable to resist Kayla’s growing pleasure, Bea let go of her friend’s breasts and grabbed her head. Without thought, she thrust her tongue into Kayla’s mouth. The forbidden taste spiked her own need to an overwhelming pitch.
Kayla came. Moaning deep inside Bea’s mouth, she crushed Bea against her, breasts smashing breasts, tilting Bea’s pelvis against Zach’s mouth. As Kayla shuddered, Bea’s pussy tightened, almost hurt, desperate for release.
Zach’
s own growl vibrated against her clit. Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside her, pushed through the suction of her pussy and penetrated her taut euphoria. Her world exploded.
Chapter Eleven
“Bea.”
The soft female whisper dragged Bea from her sound sleep and she struggled to wake up.
“I’m leaving.”
She cracked one eye open to see Kayla crouched next to the bed. Why was Kayla in her… Realization dawned as embarrassment swept through her. She wanted to close her eyes and pretend it had all been a dream, but the persistent whisper wouldn’t let her.
“I have today off and I want to make the most of it. I wanted to thank you for inviting me. Zach is a definite keeper.” Kayla smiled, her lips spreading from ear to ear, the same lips that had brought so much pleasure.
Bea opened her other eye and kept her voice low. “I know he’s wonderful, but I—” This wasn’t the time to talk about her silly insecurities.
“You what?” Kayla looked at Zach. His breathing remained steady. “He isn’t listening.”
She took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to keep a man.”
Kayla raised her brow. “Last night was a good start. Think of him as your best friend and lover and you’ll be fine. Did you tell him about the strange letters you’ve been receiving?”
“No. Why would I?”
“Because if he’s your best friend, you should ask his advice, don’t you think?”
Bea sighed. “I don’t know.”
Kayla rolled her eyes. “Trust me. Tell him. I gotta go… ‘Beautiful’.”
“Please don’t call me that. I’ll wear a permanent blush.”
Kayla smirked then leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. “But red becomes you.”
Surprised by the tingle of excitement at Kayla’s touch, she remained motionless while she watched her friend’s thin figure leave the room. The door closed with a soft click.
She glanced at the clock. Five fifteen. After last night, she definitely needed more sleep. Rolling over to face the man in bed with her, she found him wide awake, if the lowered brows and tense jaw were any indication.
Uh-oh, maybe he didn’t like Kayla kissing her goodbye? “Good morning.” She gave him a tentative smile.
Though she could tell he wasn’t happy, his growl surprised her. “What letters?”
She shrugged. “Kayla’s making more out of it than it really is. I’ve been receiving letters from an anonymous person, but they don’t say much. It’s not a big deal.”
He sat up and his tone took on a warning note. “Tell me about the letters. Why are they strange? How many have you received?”
Pulling the blankets with her, Bea sat to face him. “All right. They’re strange because they aren’t going through the mail. They are addressed with just my name and dropped off here at the inn, but no one has seen who’s been leaving them. I’ve only received three.”
Zach threw the covers off and stood to glare at the woman in the bed. Could she be that naïve or was she hiding something? He tamped down the hurt permeating his gut. “So, you’ve received three strange letters and you weren’t going to tell me? Exactly how long has this been going on?”
Bea lowered her gaze and fiddled with the blanket. “It started two weeks ago, after I met you. The only person I can think of who might want to send them is Jim, one of my six fathers. He always resented Mom keeping multiple men. I figure he discovered I was with you and wanted to keep me from a serious relationship.” She looked him in the eyes. “Because you’re the first relationship I’ve had since high school.”
He folded his arms. That he was her first relationship explained why she hadn’t told him about the letters, but it didn’t explain the crazy protectiveness he felt for someone he planned not to see again. However, her theory about the dad was farfetched. “And who else knows about these letters besides Kayla?”
She hesitated to answer. “Really, Zach, they aren’t that important.”
“Bea.” He kept his tone firm, not willing to let his frustration at her evasiveness be revealed by raising his voice.
She refused to meet his gaze and fisted the blankets in her hands, her agitation obvious. “I gave the first one to Chris. He’s a police officer, after all. I thought he’d be able to figure out who sent them.”
“Fuck.” Zach turned away from the bed and strode to the bar. Grabbing the champagne bottle from the mini-fridge he tipped it up and took a swallow. The woman drove him to drink! He spun to find her staring at him in shock. He lifted the bottle in salute before he took another gulp. Hell, he didn’t even like the stuff. He set it back on the bar, hard.
She jumped.
Her nervous gaze made him grit his teeth in an effort to control his rising temper. “Didn’t you think Chris might be the one who sent the letters?”
She shook her head in disbelief, her dark eyes wide. “I can’t believe that.”
He took a deep breath. “Think about it. Who else knows we’re seeing each other and wouldn’t want us to? I doubt very much your estranged dad would suddenly take an interest in your love life, but Chris wants to fuck you in the worst way. What better way to send you into his arms than with threatening letters?”
“I don’t think he would… I mean why…oh. I never would have thought of him.”
Though she finally saw what he saw, the slump of her shoulders made him feel as if he’d just told her Santa Claus wasn’t real. Could this mature woman be that idealistic? He strode to the bed and sat, taking her in his arms. She melted into him. “I don’t know if he’s your secret admirer or not, but this is serious stuff. What do the letters say?”
She tensed. “They only have one sentence on them. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Let me see them.”
She pulled away. “I told you, I gave one to Chris and the other is in my apartment.”
He held her by the shoulders. “And the third one?”
She looked away.
He forced her chin up. “Bea?”
She glanced at the stuffed chair in the room, but pursed her lips.
He let her go and strode to the chair.
“No!” She jumped from the bed, bringing the sheet with her, and pulled at his arm as he reached for her purse.
He grabbed it and gave it to her. “Let me see the letter.”
She shook her head and looked down.
“Listen, you can give it to me, read it to me, tell me what it says, or I can take it from you. Your choice.”
She stared at him, desperation clear in her beautiful brown eyes.
He pulled her into his embrace. Her fear of his reading the letter’s message cut a hole the size of Golden Pond in his ego. If she was in danger he had to protect her. Usually he broke it off with women to protect them, but he couldn’t leave her yet. “I just want to keep you safe. Can’t you at least trust me?”
He could feel her soften against him as she squeezed him hard. She nodded.
He set her back so he could see her face and kissed away the single tear that rolled down her cheek.
She stared at him for the longest time then opened her purse and gave him the letter.
He couldn’t have explained the feeling that rose inside him at that moment, but his protective instincts went into overdrive.
He led her back to the bed and sat with her. The typewritten envelope told him nothing except the person knew how to spell “Rappaccini”. He opened the letter.
Does he know about the other men?
Zach stared at the question. Jesus Christ. A kick in the gut from a moose would have been preferable to reading those seven words. The paper crinkled as his hand formed a fist of its own accord. He struggled to control his breathing as pain, betrayal and fury washed over him. Did he have the word “sucker” tattooed on his back? He must have missed it last time he looked in the mirror.
“Zach?” Bea’s soft whisper claimed his attention. Her wrinkled brow and worried eyes reminded him of hi
s own damning words, trust me.
He dropped the crumpled paper, stood and grabbed the champagne bottle off the bar. After finishing off the contents, he threw it in the trash, thankful for the artificial relaxant to his muscles despite the churning acid of his stomach. He leaned against the bar, crossed his arms over his chest and chanced looking at her again.
Bea’s hair was messed from their night of play and her hands clutched the sheet above her breasts to cover her exquisite beauty. But her eyes reminded him of a flying squirrel’s, wide and afraid. He stared at her, cutting himself slack for falling for her vulnerable act. He should’ve known, the speed of their relationship, the intensity of the sex. But he wasn’t made of steel and doubted any man could have resisted any of it.
Bea didn’t drop her gaze in shame. In fact, she lifted her chin before she spoke. “You said I could trust you, so I have. Do you trust me? Do you believe me when I say I haven’t been with another man since I met you?”
Zach pushed away from the bar and strode to the sliding door, whipping the curtains open. He needed the outdoors, to take a break from the closed room. The sky was still dark with but a hint of whitening across the lake. The water’s calm surface did nothing to quiet his racing thoughts or relieve the tightness in his gut.
He spoke to the glass. “Explain.”
Her voice high, the words rolled out in an anxious rush. “I can’t. That’s just it. I don’t understand these letters any more than you do. Yes, I’ve been with other men before you, just as you’ve been with other women, but I haven’t had sex with anyone since we met. I don’t know if the writer has followed me and mixed up his timeline or if he’s an ex-lover who’s angry, or if it’s someone like you said, who wants to keep us apart. But if he wanted to do that, then why not send the letter to you instead of me? The letters don’t even tell me what he wants.”
At the mention of someone following her, Zach’s protective instincts overlaid all his other emotions and despite himself, he couldn’t help but remember the night the cop had followed them and stayed parked outside. Could it be that simple? Or was he looking for a way to make her innocent when she wasn’t? It didn’t matter. He’d told her to trust him and she had. He had no choice but to accept her word and shield her from the cop or whoever was stalking her.
