by Fiona Archer
Kane dug out his handkerchief to wipe the couple of tears from her face and her chin. “That’s better. Ready to behave?”
She nodded, but a spark in her eyes warned Alex it may be in her best interest for her to keep quiet. The last thing he wanted was to administer another form of punishment to this still new to the lifestyle subbie.
“Little one, whatever comeback you have planned to say, scrap it now. Unless you’d like me to demonstrate spanky pain level eight?” Holding back his chuckle at the way she pressed her lips together, he gathered her up in his arms, then glanced over at Kane. “We’ll use your bedroom.”
The last time she’d been in his room, it was after the break-in. He’d had the space fully redecorated since, but he didn’t want those memories clouding her experience tonight.
He led the way up the stairs to Kane’s room. The private elevator hidden in the back of the house would have been a more convenient choice, but he liked the way climbing the stairs forced her to rest against his body.
Kane entered his room first, winging his bag onto one of the two brown suede-like covered chairs near the river stone fireplace, which remained unlit. Their plans for Olivia ensured they’d be generating enough body heat to keep warm. With a glance at Alex, Kane moved to the bedside table, got out some condoms, dropped them near a small packet of baby wipes and surgical gloves, and started to undress.
Alex watched the sub in his arms as she studied Kane’s room with its muted tones of gray and browns, different from his new choices of dark brown, white, and gray. Was she worried about hidden whips and chains? Or a spanking bench in the corner? His soft laugh drew her gaze, filled with a mixture of curiosity and stubbornness, to his face.
He sat on the bed and rested her butt on his lap. “Do I have your promise you’ll behave?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry about before.” Her gaze dropped to the base of his throat. “I’m learning all the time.”
Kane, wearing just his jeans, sat beside him. “That you are, baby.”
“I’m pleased, Red.” He brushed back her hair from her shoulder, letting the silky strands fall through his fingers. Everything about Olivia encapsulated femininity, from the scent of her floral perfume, to the delicate line of her neck. “We want you to feel free to speak, to let us know how you’re feeling. First experiences of most things can be confronting. Having two men take you at the same time definitely qualifies.” She swallowed. Not so feisty after all. “I’d prefer you with your arms free.” Turning to his brother, he asked, “Do you agree, Master Kane?”
He and Kane often communicated by look, but he wanted to reinforce to Olivia both brothers were in command.
“I want her hands on us. Works for me.” Kane unclipped her cuffs, and together they rubbed Olivia’s shoulders, making sure no kinks remained before Alex ordered her to sit in the middle of the bed.
Seeing her sitting on the bed’s dark sheets, all pale skin, curves, and flame red hair in full waves, reminded him again of the movie bombshells of years ago. With one look over their shoulder they could entice a man. All class and sexy as hell. That was their Red.
Time to get that hair of hers even more messed up.
Kane, naked and wearing a condom, climbed on the bed before Alex had removed his shoes. “C’mere, baby.”
His brother kept Olivia busy, kissing and playing with her breasts while Alex undressed. The pressure of his cock against his jeans had become uncomfortable. Once free, it sprang upright. He sheathed himself, then joined them on the bed.
Grabbing a bunch of pillows, he set them up at the head of the bed, then lay against them. “You’re going to ride me, Red.” He pulled her on top so she straddled him. “Keep your weight on your knees. That’s it.”
Kane moved in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her back against him.
Alex’s cock nudged her opening, but this wasn’t a race. He forced a tighter grip on his control as he ran his hands over the top of her thighs, loving the softness of her skin. “Do you want to touch us, Olivia?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her fingertips traced the muscles in his stomach with a light, fluttering touch. His balls throbbed. He clenched his jaw as her touch tested his control to stay still. It was important to give her the chance to bring more intimacy to their act.
She reached back with her other hand and rubbed her palm along Kane’s hip, then his ass. The muscles in his brother’s body flexed.
“I love the hardness of your bodies.” She flicked her gaze from Alex’s face to his chest. Was this submissive or shy? He guessed the latter. “It makes me feel protected, feminine.”
Fuck, the sweet little sub was going to kill him.
“Glad to hear it, sweetness.” Kane’s voice sounded scratchy, as if he’d gone without water for days.
Alex ran his fingertips across her pussy, smiling as her body jerked, or at least the small amount allowed by Kane’s hold. “Your clit’s hard, Olivia.”
Her hand fisted on his stomach, the other clawing Kane’s hip.
He swiped his thumb over the hard nub, dragged back the hood, then moved to the side of her labia, giving her a chance to miss his touch, before starting all over again.
She tugged forward against Kane’s hold. His brother played with her nipples, pinching, twisting and rubbing as she started thrusting back and forth with her hips. Eyes closed and making little noises, she didn’t seem aware of her nails grazing over his stomach.
Each scrape of her fingernails was a trail made by fire on his skin.
Kane kept teasing her, stroking and pinching until her soft cry and shivers of her body signaled her release.
He guided the head of his cock to her opening and with a nod to Kane, pulled down on her hips. She slid down on him in one smooth, hot move.
Her eyes popped open as her surprised cry turned to a low moan. He felt her shudder all the way along his cock. She started to move her hips forward. He flexed his hands and tightened his grip, clamping her in place. “We’re in charge, sub.”
She stayed still, but her eyes showed her need to move. “That’s better.” Alex lifted his hips, teasing her with soft thrusts.
She closed her eyes, hiding from him.
As if he’d allow that. “Keep your eyes on me, little one.”
Slowly, she opened them, biting her lip as her cunt clenched around him.
Kane pushed her forward, forcing her to rest against Alex’s chest.
Alex gathered her hands together in front of her, then wrapped his arms around her, thus providing comfort and keeping her in place.
Kane grabbed the lube and a glove. She needed a distraction, and Alex wanted her mouth. He gave her a long wet kiss as he thrust harder, rubbing the side of her cunt. Her little moans were a sweet tease, pushing him to try another angle—this one softer, then another, but harder. Feeling her start to tighten around him, he slowed to tiny nudges and ignored her whimpers of protest.
“I’m stretching you, baby,” Kane said from above them. “Two fingers. Remember the lube’s a little cool.”
Alex felt her jolt the moment Kane must have pushed his fingers inside her. She took a deep breath, but soon relaxed against him.
A good sign.
He risked loosening his grip and used one of his hands to rub her back. “That’s it, little one.” The lightest sheen of perspiration covered her skin, wetting the tips of his fingers.
“One more finger, honey.” Kane’s words were greeted by a louder moan. She wiggled her hips, firing off a volley of sensations against his cock. His balls ached from the need to take things up a notch. Alex sought his brother’s gaze, not bothering to hide his hunger.
“She’s ready.” Kane ripped off the glove, and then placed it in a small plastic bag.
Alex heard the cap on the lube flick open again. “Stay down, princess, and let Kane ease inside you.”
“Okay.” Her voice sounded smaller, nervous.
He kissed her, wanting to banish any fears away.
She responded, showing that while she was scared, she had the heart of a lion and the passion of a woman who knew what she wanted.
“You’re gorgeous, Olivia. I’ve wanted to get inside you for so fucking long.” Kane soothed her as he started to ease himself inside. “Lots of lube, babe. We’ll go easy.”
Alex kept one arm around her back, and a hand at her hip, giving her the feeling of some freedom, but still maintaining control if she decided to buck. “Talk to us, Red. What are you feeling?”
“It hurts.” She sucked in air through clenched teeth. “Burns.”
“Just getting past the opening, honey.” Kane’s voice showed the strain of his control. “Nearly there.”
Alex kept still, letting Kane set the pace as his brother’s small thrusts grew longer, went deeper.
“Oooh,” Olivia said in a whoosh. Her fingers curled against Alex’s chest, twisting his hair like tiny pinpricks on his skin.
“I’m in.” Kane ran a hand over her shoulder. “You okay, sweetheart?” Neither of them moved, giving her time to adjust.
“So…” She gave a tiny shudder. “Full.”
“That’s right, little one.” Alex kissed her forehead, then moved his arm from around her back so he could lift up her chin. “You’ve been claimed, Olivia.”
She remained silent. Though he saw from the tiny lines between her brows she had questions. He allowed her a few seconds to absorb his words, then slowly, gently, thrust up an inch inside her, then another.
“Oh, God.” She cried out as Kane wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer.
Alex eased up farther inside her warmth as Kane pulled out. Their rhythm came naturally. Olivia’s hands gripped his upper arms, squeezing his flesh as her hips pushed back against their thrusts.
“That’s it, baby. Surrender to us,” Kane urged.
Alex gritted his teeth as her hot wetness became a sweet torture. The force of her sweet cunt’s grip on his cock took him right to the edge of his control. He needed to regain command. Skimming his hand over her body, he found her clit. Pressing on the hard little nub, he smiled as she cried out.
He pushed his thighs against her legs, forcing hers wider and her body down lower to take him deeper. She gasped, shaking in Kane’s hold. Her eyes pleaded with his. He held her gaze, held it, then just as she was about to speak, thumbed her clit.
Tears filled her eyes. “Please, no more.” Even as she protested, she arched toward Alex’s fingers. The flush in her cheeks spread to her chest. Strands of hair stuck to her face as her skin shined with her sweat. There was something about a woman getting messy with sex that made her irresistible to the right man.
He and Kane were those men for Olivia.
“Love the sound of your voice when you beg, sweetness.” Kane smacked her ass lightly, laughing when she threw her head back. Her cry was one of desperation, not pain.
Her breathing grew shorter, as if every bit of air was needed with more urgency. She tightened around him to the point of pain. A drop of sweat ran down his temple into his eye, stinging on contact. He ignored it, gritting his teeth as his balls tightened.
As Kane began his outward pull, Alex moved his arms, bracing them on the bed, and surged, filling her completely.
“Christ.” Kane’s jaw went rigid. The muscles in his shoulders bunched.
Olivia’s eyes closed, and then her cunt spasmed around him. Shudders overtook her body as her head fell forward. She made a beautiful sight—pale skin and sweat-soaked hair—as she gave over to her climax.
Seconds later, Kane growled out a curse as his body shook with his orgasm.
Alex rode the crest of Olivia’s release, thrusting harder, deeper. He let go of everything except the rising tide of pleasure that shot from every nerve in his body, gathering at the base of his spine, then surging in a powerful wave of sensation as he poured himself into her.
He lay there, blinking, Olivia covering his body. His arms and body gathered strength as small aftershocks sent twitches along the length of his cock.
The sounds of their ragged breathing were the only ones made until Kane eased Olivia off him. Alex groaned at the loss of her warmth, combined with the grip of her pussy.
She and Kane collapsed beside him on the bed in an exhausted sprawl.
His gaze fixed on the ceiling, he reached out, feeling the damp skin of her arm, then continued down until he found her hand. He wove his fingers through hers, smiling as she tightened their hands into a curl.
The three of them stayed there, silent, for a few minutes before Alex reluctantly let go and climbed off the bed. After dragging the sheet and a light blanket over Olivia and Kane, he then entered the bathroom, disposed of the condom and readied things for their shower.
By the time he’d finished preparations, his brother was standing behind him with their exhausted sub in his arms.
If her pout was anything to go by, she’d rather be in bed.
“Can we just have a quick nap then shower?”
Definitely ready for sleep.
“No. We need to get cleaned up so you can snuggle with us without having to get up again.”
Her face brightened when he said snuggle. She was a cutie.
“Okay, I guess.”
“Thanks for agreeing.” Kane’s lip’s twitched. He hustled her into the shower, making her stand at the far end as he adjusted the temperature. Alex slotted in next to her, keeping her between them.
Kane soaped up their little water nymph, then let her rinse off while the guys washed. Alex enjoyed watching her body under the spray, seeing it glisten as the light played over the water.
He debated taking her in the shower, but the way she closed her eyes and moaned in happiness as the warm water flowed over her reminded him of everything she’d already been through this evening.
Another time.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t take that sweet mouth of hers. He gathered her into his arms and kissed her, wanting to imprint himself on her as a lasting reminder of their claiming. When he lifted his head, her eyes searched his face. He held nothing back, wanting her to see the fire of possession he felt pumping through his veins.
From the way she swallowed, he took it as message received.
Wanting his brother to have the same opportunity, he gently pushed her toward Kane, who kissed her with an obvious equal amount of passion and then led her out of the shower back to where Alex stood waiting with a towel.
They soon had her dried and by the time the guys had pulled on their jeans and made post-sex, I’m-starving BLTs for the three of them, Olivia was sitting up in bed wearing the T-shirt of Kane’s they had left for her on the bed. Blue in color with the word Navy in yellow on the front, the T-shirt’s oversized cut hung on her smaller frame, making her a cute little mascot.
The pillows looked plumped and were arranged for the three of them, but they chose to drag the two seats close to the end of the bed. She scooted down to join them and smiled as Kane covered her legs with an afghan throw.
Alex watched her pick at her sandwich. She seemed hungry enough, but something was on her mind. “Red, care to share your thoughts?”
“I can’t believe Lacey managed to fool me for all those weeks.” She glared at her BLT like it was somehow mocking her. “I knew she didn’t like me, but for her to plan and scheme like that, and for me not to pick it up annoys the crap out of me.”
“Hey, if you’re frustrated, think how we feel.” Kane shook his head. “How well do we know those around us? We pass them in the corridor, smile, but we don’t know their interests, what matters in their lives.”
“Kane’s right.” Alex shrugged. “We work with people, maybe share a drink with them occasionally on a Friday night, but their secrets, fears, what drives them stays hidden.”
She seemed to think over his words, then picked her sandwich back up and took a hearty bite.
Alex replayed his words over in his head. Each time his sandwich became more difficult to swal
low. What drives them stays hidden.
His gut clenched. The words filled his head, and before he knew it, they were out of his mouth. “I need to tell you about Caroline.”
Kane froze with his BLT midway to his mouth. His gaze landed on Alex, concern etched in the lines in his forehead.
Olivia lowered her half eaten sandwich to her plate, wiped her mouth, before giving him a level look. “Okay.”
Fuck, now what?
He scrambled for the right words. Jesus, he was the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company, used to making important decisions in an instant, and here he was hanging on the proverbial vine.
Man-up, MacKenzie. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and let the words come.
“I was engaged, years ago.” He waited, saw her nod, then continued with the story of his relationship with Caroline, leaving nothing out.
When he’d finished, he felt like he’d thrown off soiled clothes and a fresh breeze had cleansed his skin, leaving him renewed.
Olivia climbed off the bed to kneel in front of him. Her hands wrapped around his—so small in comparison, but the strength of her grip reminded him that size never dictated courage, or compassion. “I’m so sorry.” She meant it. He could see it in her eyes. She opened her mouth, seemed to think over her words, then asked quietly, “But what about the baby?”
“There was no baby.” He paused at her gasp. “If that didn’t happen in time, she’d claim to have miscarried.”
“Sweet Jesus.” Olivia sat there, mouth open. Then she reared back, righteous fire glinting in her eyes. “That bitch!”
His little warrior.
“That was my first thought, too, sweetness.” Kane reached out to grip him on the shoulder. His hand lingered, squeezed, before he let go. “I can’t tell you the satisfaction I felt when her dad’s empire went to shit. We hired on some of his staff, the ones that had nothing to do with aiding the fucker’s incompetence. That was an added bonus.”
“I’d have loved to see that.” Her grin was matched by the determined lift of her chin.
“Blood thirsty little thing, aren’t you?” Alex pulled her up and onto his lap, pleased when she cuddled against his chest.
