What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 5)

by Cathryn Fox

  As Dylan slid his hand farther up her thigh, he drew her nipple into his mouth, sucked on it. Evan released her breast to Dylan’s tender ministrations and cupped her face instead.

  He kissed her softly, tenderly, while Dylan sucked on her nipple, his fingers teasing at her clit. Her pussy throbbed, pulsed. The ache there deepened.

  Dylan unsnapped one garter and then the other.

  Sliding off the seat, Dylan pushed up her skirt then slid her panties down her legs, shoving them into his pocket as he knelt. Gently he coaxed her hips forward and spread her thighs so her cleft was bared to him.

  Evan cupped her face in his hands as Dylan knelt between her legs, slipped his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass to cup them and pull them forward to the edge of the seat.

  As Evan kissed her, Dylan’s tongue drove deep into her pussy.

  She moaned into Evan’s mouth as his hand slid down her throat to curl around her breast, catching her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

  Dylan’s tongue licked upward to flick her clit, circle it as she gasped and writhed, then slid down to glide between her lower lips as his hands held her hips still. She bucked, tried to escape the relentless tide of pleasure he was sending through her.

  She whimpered, her hips pumped against his imprisoning hands.

  Brushing her hair back with one hand, Evan kissed her sweetly while his agile fingers teased her nipples until they were rigid. Each pinch and twist sent a bright bolt of pleasure to her core.

  A click of the microphone warned they were getting close to the apartment.

  The two men grinned as they straightened themselves and Lily up. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were bright and her nipples were hard points beneath the thin material of her dress. Evan draped his jacket over her shoulders as Bob came to hold the car door open and Dylan helped her out.

  “You’re going to kill me,” she whispered to Dylan.

  Brushing a kiss across her cheek as Evan tipped the driver and followed, he whispered back, “No, we’re going to send you to heaven.”

  She laughed.

  With a nod of thanks to Bob, they wrapped their arms around her waist, walked inside and into the elevators with a tip of the head to Joe.

  No sooner did the elevators doors close then the sensual torment began once again. Evan and Dylan both claimed a breast to tease, pinching her nipples beneath Evan’s jacket as the elevator rose.

  No sooner had the doors opened then Evan swept her up into his arms, carried her into the apartment and into the bedroom.

  Jacket and dress were stripped away and tossed aside as he laid her on the bed, her hips on the edge.

  “Damn, Lily,” Dylan said reverently, looking at her as he went to his knees and spread her thighs again. “You are beautiful.”

  Unfastening her bra, skimming his hand over the lush fullness of her breast, Evan had to agree. “She is and she’s ours.”

  Blowing a cooling breath lightly over her heated flesh, Dylan said, “She is.”

  Lily gasped.

  It didn’t stay cool for long as his hot mouth, a sharp counterpoint to his cool breath, closed over her pussy, sucked.

  She moaned.

  “My turn,” Evan said and smiled when she trembled, whimpered, as Dylan moved to settle beside her.

  Settling between her thighs, Evan spread them a little more with his palms, his thumbs drawing the delicate tissues between them a little further apart to expose her.

  “So tender,” he said, “so pink, so perfect.”

  His mouth closed over her labia and his tongue slipped inside to taste her even as Dylan palmed her breast, her nipple rolling beneath it.

  Lily moaned.

  That agile tongue swept inside her. Evan sucked lightly and she cried out. His tongue slid over her swollen folds as his thumbs exposed the delicate nub of her clit. He lifted his head to look at her, his blue eyes brilliant. Dylan slipped an arm beneath her head, lifted it so she could watch as Evan lowered his mouth once more to her throbbing flesh, sucked on it lightly.

  Slowly, deliberately, Evan watched her as he explored her clit with his tongue. He slid it around that tender pearl as she trembled and shook, until he found all her secrets, all the places that made her muscles jump, that sent pleasure bursting through her. Then he licked and sucked, teased and tormented as she slowly came apart in his hands.

  Dylan kissed her forehead, toying with her sensitized nipples.

  She was nearly unaware of when Evan’s finger slid inside her until the pleasure it evoked became almost unbearable. That finger withdrew, slid down to circle the tight rosette of her ass, and then paused.

  “What have we here?” Evan said, his blue eyes brilliant as withdrew the plug that had been there, stretching her, preparing her for him, for them. “It seems someone had a surprise for us.”

  He held it up for Dylan to see.

  With a soft cry, her body tightened in the absence of the thing inside her. Involuntarily, Lily moaned, empty.

  “Well now,” Dylan whispered, his voice thick, his golden eyes brilliant.

  “A thank you seems appropriate,” Evan murmured, and lowered his mouth to her.

  Anticipation shot through her.

  Evan sucked, hard, on her clit, Lily splintered and her body turned white-hot as her orgasm exploded through her.

  Just the thought of what she’d done and the look in Dylan’s eyes, the anticipation, had Evan as hard as a rock. He needed her, desperately. Needed to be buried inside her.

  In one motion Evan surged upward, drove his rigid cock deep into her pussy as Lily cried out his name. Pleasure nearly overcame him.

  “Lily, god, you’re so sweet,” he growled as her inner muscles pulsed around him. Remembering the plug he’d removed he pulled out quickly. “Dylan. God. Take her.”

  Evan wanted to take her sweet tight ass first.

  Watching, Dylan was more than glad to oblige.

  With a smile, he buried one hand in her hair and claimed her mouth too. Holding her there, his other arm around her waist, Dylan rolled her on top of him and drove his hips up to impale her on his shaft. He wrapped his hands around the firm globes of her ass to spread them for Evan as she moaned and her body closed tightly around his cock in anticipation.

  Excitement rushed through him at the idea of what Evan was about to do. Apparently it did Lily, too, as her pussy gloved him, stroked him.

  He looked in the mirror to see Evan behind her, reaching for the lubricant, his cock twitching. A rush of excitement went through him at the thought of watching it disappear in Lily’s tight hole.

  Lily felt cool liquid touch the tight rosette of her ass, and then it warmed as a long finger slid inside her, then another. There was a fullness as he worked them inside her. Once more she was empty as he removed them. There was a sense of pressure as Evan moved behind her, and she felt his cock against her and then he slid the broad mushroom head of it inside her, just the head. The sense of fullness there drove a deep groan from her. Carefully, he worked it deeper inside her, teased her with it as she moaned. Then he drove slowly deeper. She shuddered as he filled her, inch by slow inch.

  Dylan shifted beneath her, distracting her as he wallowed his cock inside her with a moan of deep pleasure, and then he thrust steadily, holding her tightly.

  Pleasure of her own washed through her in deep waves as they fucked her, pussy and ass, slow and steady.

  She was so tight, so sweet. Evan hadn’t imagined it would feel so good. They’d been preparing her for this night, the night they could have her at the same time, Lily sandwiched between them, for some time. To have her surprise them with the last and largest plug was wonderful.

  He looked in the mirror to see her face flushed and glowing, her lips parted as she gasped, her hands braced on the bed as Dylan looked in the mirror to watch as Evan’s cock slid into Lily’s sweet virgin white ass. Evan watched, too, the mirror giving him an angle so he could see every inch of his erection disappear inside her. He ro
de her, the motion deliberate, pulling almost out, sliding in, knowing what it would do to Lily, knowing how much Dylan liked to watch.

  Lily quivered beneath him, her eyelids fluttering as she moaned, deeply, with each powerful thrust.

  “I can’t hold on much longer, God, Lily, God, I love you,” Evan groaned, and then he couldn’t hold on at all as exploded and his cum pumped into her.

  She cried out his name, Dylan’s.

  As his hips drove against her, he growled her name into her ear as his orgasm shot through him and he emptied into her, helplessly.

  Watching Evan’s cock sink into Lily’s virgin ass had Dylan hovering on the edge, feeling it move inside her while her hot inner muscles gloved him, flexed around him with each of Evan’s thrusts, nearly sent him over. When she trembled, when her back arched as she came, calling their names, all hope of control evaporated.

  His eyes went to the mirror and watched as Evan’s hips locked against her, his ecstasy visible on his face as Lily quivered, whimpering. He had one last sight of Evan thrust deep into her in the mirror and then he looked up to see the delirious pleasure on her face. Control vanished as his hips drove his cock deep into her. She cried out again when he came.

  His arms shaking, Evan fell to the side, taking Lily with him carefully. Dylan sprawled next to them.

  Almost at the same time, they asked, “Are you all right, Lily?”

  Her doe-brown eyes blinked, cleared a little.

  “Damn,” she said, smiling unsteadily. “What are you going to do to me if we win an Emmy?”

  “I’m thinking trapeze,” Dylan said, feigning a speculative expression.

  Lily gave him a startled look as Evan chuckled.

  Smiling, Dylan laughed and said, “Kidding. Would you consider fuzzy handcuffs?”

  Chapter Nine

  It was the first day of filming a new segment for the show, something Evan had wanted to try before Lily had arrived, but with the ratings uncertain Dylan hadn’t been certain the network would go for it even with his support. Riding the tide of speculation and attention after the charity ball, the network was now all for getting Evan and Lily out of his restaurant and into someone else’s. Another cooking show had done something similar, fixing up failing restaurants, but Evan wanted to put a new spin on it, helping to start new ones.

  They’d already done a test on it as publicity for the show, asking people with start-up restaurants to submit applications to win a sponsor-paid makeover. Free appliances, free furniture, everything, if it came together.

  With those plans already in the works, they decided to add one little upgrade, Evan and Lily’s advice and assistance, unbeknownst to the lucky winner or winners.

  Dylan, of course, had set everything up ahead of time so everyone was ready to go, waiting outside the restaurant for the show as the limo pulled up.

  Two touring buses sat in the parking lot. A film crew also waited while the rest of the crew loaded equipment onto and into the second bus.

  A large gray tarp covered the bus in front. Evan eyed it suspiciously.

  Grinning, Dylan said, “I ordered a new wrap for the bus. Well, actually, I just ordered a new bus.”

  Folding his arms, Evan looked at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Really.”

  “You’ll like it, Evan,” Dylan said.

  Watching them, seeing the glint in Dylan’s eyes, Lily shook her head. This promised to be good.

  “Bob, you might as well just leave the bags there,” she said, turning to their driver to lay a hand on his arm. “Thank you.”

  He tipped his cap to her, but she was already turning away to watch as Dylan walked toward the bus.

  Elbowing each other surreptitiously, the crew were gathering quickly in the background.

  Seeing them, Lily smothered incipient giggles.

  “Well,” Dylan said, his mouth twitching as he tried to restrain laughter, “we needed a new one. A bigger one. Bus, that is, since Lily is joining us. One with a picture of you and Lily on it.”

  Evan continued to eye him. “Uh huh.”

  “I think it turned out really well.”

  Evan gave him a look. “Just pull the damn thing.”

  With a yank of the rope, the tarp slithered to the ground.

  For a moment there was breathless silence as everyone waited to see what Evan’s reaction would be.

  The picture was very good. Evan was at his most severe, jaw tight, his eyes snapping, clearly ready to blow and yet he still managed to look incredibly handsome. He and Lily appeared to be back to back. Lily had her arms crossed and her cheeks were flushed. She was clearly out of patience, but she was glancing over her shoulder as if at Evan and she had just the slightest hint of a smile curving her lips.

  Over their heads was the title of the show, ‘Cooking with Class, featuring Chef Evan Taylor’. Below his name had been added in smaller letters, ‘and Lily Cavanaugh’.

  Evan looked at it, surprised. He considered it, then, slowly, he nodded. It suited the new sensibility of the show. “I like it.”

  Applause broke out from the crew, some ran to hug Lily to her delight, before everyone piled on the buses.

  Inside, ‘their’ bus was surprisingly plush, with a large bedroom at the back and two smaller sleeping areas to each side – which would keep the question of their relationship with each other going – along with two bathrooms with showers, a kitchenette and a little sitting area.

  The ‘master’ suite actually took up the entire back of the unit. The see-through advertising wrap covered all three of the large reflective gold windows, so the occupant or occupants could enjoy the scenery as they lay in bed, but no one could see inside. That was a good thing in many ways. The bed dominated the room, filling nearly the entire space from wall to wall, save for a small area at the entrance. It even had its own bath on one side of the doorway and a closet on the other.

  One look and Lily burst into laughter. “That’s a very big bed.”

  Evan eyed it before he glanced at Dylan, who grinned and shrugged.

  Looking at him, Dylan choked back a chuckle, but cleared his throat instead.

  “I, ah, wanted to be sure we had enough room,” Dylan said, blandly, as he visibly tried to repress another grin.

  “People will think I have a bed to match my ego,” Evan replied, looking at it and shaking his head, but some interesting visuals were going through his mind.

  Especially at the sight of those windows. His cock twitched a little at the idea of the three of them on that bed, naked, with Lily between him and Dylan as the light poured over them. A rush of heat went through him at the thought of her soft cries as people walked past, unknowing.

  Fighting back a laugh, Dylan said, “Well, now you do.”

  “Funny, Dylan,” Evan said, but he smiled.

  “Besides,” Lily said, eyes twinkling, “who said it’s yours? It could be mine.”

  Wrapping an arm around her, Evan swept her to the bed, pinned her underneath him.

  “I do,” he mock-growled. “I’m the star of the show and don’t you forget it, wench.”

  She wriggled underneath him, laughing. “Wench, am I?”

  He mauled her breasts beneath her shirt playfully. “You are.”

  Dylan stretched across the bed above Lily’s head, laughing. “Back to that ego thing, are we?”

  Evan smiled. “Perhaps.”

  He was already hard and getting harder.

  Taking a breath, he shook his head and grinned. “Seeing this, I wish we had a little more time.”

  He ground his hips against Lily’s mound as she smiled up at him and Dylan regretfully.

  Standing, Evan gave Lily and Dylan a hand, pulling them to their feet.

  “Time to get this show on the road,” Dylan agreed with a sigh and a wry grin.

  The minute the bus with its new banner pulled up in front of the chosen restaurant there was applause from those waiting.

  When Evan stepped out though, there were screams a
nd squeals of feminine delight. When he paused dramatically before reaching back to give Lily a hand off the bus there were shrieks of disbelief from the owners. Released by Dylan’s nod the owners ran up to them. One sharp look from Evan saved him from the hugs of joy they lavished on Lily instead, to his relief.

  All of it caught on film by the ever-present camera crew, of course.

  Evan hadn’t changed; he had little patience for ineptitude and even less for fools. The situation, of course, was guaranteed to produce both. When he saw some of the compromises, shortcuts and changes they were either willing to make or decided to make to the plans he and Lily designed, he went ballistic.

  Having been through a similar process when she designed her own restaurant, Lily understood some of them, agreed with others and found a few baffling. She just looked at Evan and shook her head at those last. They went hammer and tongs over the compromises, though, with Lily landing on the side of the owners, reasoning for things that could be put off while Evan insisted on quality from the start.

  As all of that was expected, only the recipients of Evan’s fury were surprised when it was unleashed on them.

  The cameras caught the moment on the second day when Lily finally got exasperated with arguing with him, flipped him off to the delight of the onlookers and stormed away to the trailer, Evan right behind her. Dylan called a break and went after them to referee, waving the cameras off.

  So the cameras didn’t catch the moment when Evan caught up to Lily inside.

  Every time she argued with him, those seemingly soft brown eyes turning hot, it turned him on as much as it infuriated him.

  Grabbing her arm, he spun her around, yanked her t-shirt up and her bra down to devour her breast. He shoved a hand up inside the leg of her shorts to impale her pussy on his fingers, ramming them into her, unsurprised to find her wet and waiting. He knew now it turned her on as much as it did him. There was definitely a feeling of ‘punishment’ to what he did to her, a need to dominate, to win. Here, in this arena, he could, they both would. With his free hand, he unsnapped her shorts. She moaned as he spun her around against the windows, yanked her panties and shorts down and drove his cock up inside her hot wet pussy from behind. Reaching around her body, his agile fingers tormented her clit.