by Lora Leigh
“Not hardly what?” Lucian frowned. “Not hardly stalking her, or she’s not hardly family?” Her tongue twirled around the head of his erection. He gritted his teeth, his hands clenching on the arms of his chair as the moist caress stole his breath. God, she was killing him.
“Jesse, are you okay?” Lucian frowned. “You’re acting damned strange.”
“Long day.” Jesse fought to keep his voice even, his gaze flickering to his lap where Terrie had laid her head against his thigh, her little pink tongue licking the shaft of his cock like it was some kind of living lollipop.
“Long day?” Lucian’s startled question had Jesse staring back up at him, dazed. “Dammit, Jesse, it’s barely afternoon.”
Jesse moved his hand to Terrie’s soft hair, clenching in the silken strands as her mouth covered the bulging head of his erection. Damn it, he was not going to come while he was fighting so hard to hide what she was doing to him. Not that he cared if the other man knew, but he was afraid she did.
“Lucian, let me call you later,” he growled as the wet heat of her mouth began to move over the head of his cock. “I’ll have the estimates for you then.”
Terrie decided that was the time to try to swallow his cock. She suckled him deep and slow, her tongue flickering along the sensitive underside like an erotic whip. At the same time, Lucian’s gaze fell to the floor and his eyes widened in surprise at something he obviously glimpsed through the inch-wide crack between the floor and the desk backing.
Lucian sat back in his chair with a wicked grin as Jesse fought to keep from cursing. Hell, he just hoped Lucian didn’t decide to ruin it for him. This was the most incredibly sensual thing he had ever experienced.
“So have you decided if you’re stalking her or not?” Lucian suddenly asked as he watched Jesse carefully. “Would be good to know before I try to fuck her myself.”
“Shut the fuck up, Luc,” he cursed roughly. But he felt Terrie shiver. Her mouth tightened on his cock, her tongue stroking him with quick little darts that were driving him crazy.
“Guess you are.” Lucian came to his feet reluctantly. “Hell, let me know if you change your mind.”
“Don’t hold your breath.” Jesse was almost panting as Terrie sucked his cock slow and easy. It was the sweetest torture he could imagine.
He ignored Lucian as he left the room, his gaze going to his lap, watching as his cock disappeared in and out of her mouth.
“There you go, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Just like that. Suck it slow and easy. Just like I intend to fuck you. Slow and easy, baby.”
She slurped on his flesh, a soft moan breaking from her throat as his fingers tightened in her hair.
“Beautiful,” he growled, feeling her shudder as he spoke to her. Did she like the words, he wondered?
Was that what made her tremble each time he spoke? “You’re so pretty, baby, your mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me.”
She moaned deeply as he spoke, her hand going to her own breast, her fingers plucking at her nipple.
God, he wanted to do that for her. Wanted to pull at those pretty hard points. Watch them darken, harden further.
“What are you going to do when I come in your mouth, Terrie?” he asked her. “Do you think it’s going to be over? Do you think you’ll just walk away as though it didn’t happen?” She moaned. The bulging head of his cock was caressed, tortured, as his words spurred her on. Her lips stretched around it, her eyes closed, her expression dazed as she gave him the best blowjob he had known in his life.
“Yeah, suck it harder, baby,” he whispered as she began to do just that. “I’ll fill your mouth, then I’ll fill that tight pussy of yours, Terrie. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll scream for me.” He was fucking her mouth now. Her hands gripped his cock as she moaned around his flesh, licking him, suckling at him as he fucked her, his cock tightening, throbbing. His hands clenched around the strands of hair he held captive, holding her in place, watching her glistening mouth take him with each stroke.
“I’m going to come, Terrie.” He couldn’t stand it. His body was alive for a change, his cock so sensitive, so desperate for release he was burning alive. It was one of his greatest fantasies, his greatest needs.
Terrie, kneeling before him, moaning for him, her body hot and receptive. God help him, he loved her.
His hips arched, his cock pressing to her throat as he felt his release wash over him. Lightning shot through his scrotum, up his spine, arching his body as the first pulse of his seed shot into her mouth.
“Take it all,” he whispered breathlessly as he felt her swallow, felt her tongue dance over the exploding tip as he shot into her mouth again. Then again. And still he was hard. Pulsing. He fucked against her lips, panting for breath before he reached down and dragged her from beneath the desk.
“Bad girl,” he accused her softly as she stared at him in surprise. “That was very bad, Terrie. Let’s see what kind of punishment we can come up with for you.”
“What?” Her eyes widened as he jerked her over his lap, holding her down on his legs as she struggled weakly against him.
Jesse jerked her skirt above her buttocks, grimacing at the sight of the bare globes he revealed.
“Jesse, have you gone crazy? Oh my God!” she sang out as his hand connected sharply with the first
rounded curve.
She stilled, her breathing heavy, hard.
“Can you still taste my come in your mouth, baby?” He smoothed his hand over the reddened flesh.
“Yes.” Her voice broke when his finger ran down the cleft of her ass.
“Son of a bitch.” He paused at the stretched, filled little hole of her rectum. The base of the plug she wore was heated, warm from her body. The ultra-soft, jelly material stretched her ass, filling her, making his cock twitch in jealousy.
He smacked her ass again. She flinched, crying out in startled awareness at the bite of pain.
“From now on, only I can fill your ass.” He smacked her again to reinforce the order. “Seduction is over, Terrie. Now the fun begins.”
He watched the cheeks of her ass redden as he delivered several more stinging slaps. She writhed beneath him, crying out in pleasure as he spanked her with erotic heat. She was twisting on his lap, her buttocks lifting imploringly when he stilled.
He couldn’t resist. He was too weak, he thought. She was supposed to seduce him. He wasn’t supposed to be this easy. He pulled the plug free of her anus, watching the stretching of the little hole, his eyes narrowing as she whimpered at the retreating pleasure. Just as slowly he pushed it back into her, feeling her shudder in pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you, Terrie,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll never forget what it’s like to have me fill you.”
He ripped the small thong from her, tossing the scraps to the floor as he jerked her up then pushed her back on the desk. He spread her legs, moving between them before he paused, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the little hoop framing her swollen clit.
“Son of a bitch.” He lost his breath.
Hercunt was perfectly bare, smooth and glistening with her juices. The little bright gold hoop piercing the hood of her clit was so sexy, so erotic he nearly came then and there from the sight of it alone.
He was within seconds of pressing his engorged cock home when a heavy knocking at the office door had them both scrambling away from the desk.Dammit . Why hadn’t he had Lucian lock the fucking door?
He hurriedly fixed his slacks, glancing at Terrie as she smoothed the dress nervously over her hips. At least she could hide the damned proof of what nearly happened. He sat down heavily in his chair to hide the telltale tenting of his slacks as the door pushed open.
“Mr. Wyman, Mr.Delacourte needs you upstairs.” Tally stepped into the office, her expression perfectly bland as Terrie fidgeted by his side. “He said to tell you they have the Conover chip rea
dy, but there’s a problem.”
There was a problem all right, and it wasn’t with a chip. He glanced from Terrie, back to Tally, then
moved carefully from behind the desk. He had talked toJase hours ago, though he hadn’t gone through Tally to do so. That damned chip was fine. What were those two up to?
“I’ll see you tonight.” He turned to Terrie, watching her carefully.
“Alone, Jesse,” she murmured firmly. “Tonight. Alone.” He watched her carefully for long moments. “Alone.” He nodded shortly then moved quickly from the office. Damned women. They were up to something. The question was, what?
Chapter Nine
She could pull this off, Terrie assured herself as she prepared the bedroom for Jesse’s arrival. She knew they would make it to the bedroom. At least, she hoped they did. She drew in a hard breath, checked her appearance for at least the tenth time, and tried to still her nerves. She had never attempted anything this brave without a drink first. There was something to be said for false courage.
“Stop worrying.” Tally moved into the room from the bathroom. “Just get him in here and the rest will work out.”
Tally was dressed in form-hugging black. She looked like a cat burglar. Terrie couldn’t help but roll her eyes before her nerves got the best of her again.
“What if he doesn’t go along with it?” She pushed her fingers restlessly through her hair. “What if he’s furious, Tally?”
“Then he can’t cry foul when you won’t.” She shrugged. “Turn about and all that, darling. Besides, Jesse isn’t going to be furious. He’ll be intrigued at first. Wondering how far you’ll go. Won’t he be surprised?” She could tell Tally was trying her best not to crack up with laughter.
“You are finding this much too amusing, Tally,” Terrie sighed. “There’s no way this is going to work.” She sat down on the bed and shook her head wearily. Why was she doing this? It wasn’t the first time she had asked herself this question. She knew, when it came right down to it, that anything Jesse wanted she would give him willingly. She had known it years ago. She knew it now.
She also knew, though, that no one had given to Jesse in the same manner. Through the years she had known him, watched him as he gave unselfishly of himself. Always. To Thomas, it had been money. The only thing Thomas had ever cared about. For his twin, James, it was his support, continually, no matter where or when. It was the same for her, for his friends. Often, no one had to even ask. If Jesse knew there was need, then Jesse gave.
Just giving herself to him didn’t seem to be enough. She wanted to give to him in the same ways she knew he would give to her. His pleasure alone. A fantasy she knew he had never had. Dominant, alpha Jesse would have never allowed himself to be tied down, giving his control to two women. That was his territory. He bestowed the pleasure; he never selfishly took. And she had been allowing it for as long as she had known him. She had taken all he gave her, never questioning why, never wondering at his needs.
Was it really so bad?
She knew it didn’t happen often. That even inTess and Cole’s relationship it had only happened a handful of times. Just as she knew Jesse would never go back toTess now. What happened, she wondered, as each of the group married? Why, when it was so imperative before the marriage, did that need to share their women ease later in the relationship? At first she had been unaware it did, until Jesse had brought up the subject months before.
I guess that need just isn’t there, he had said, shrugging. Love changes things, Terrie. It changes a lot. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want the woman I love to know that side of me. Or to miss out on that particular pleasure. It’s a part of who I am.
She hadn’t understood it at the time. Hell, she didn’t know if she understood it now. Why would it change? And why, as she thought about it, did she want to give Jesse that brand of pleasure herself in a small way? A sexual, intensely erotic gift that there was no way in hell she would ever repeat.
She had thought it was to turn the tables on him. Had convinced herself it was. But it wasn’t really. She wanted Jesse to know she accepted him. To know she knew him. To know she understood. And she wanted to give him a gift that she knew no one else ever had.
“Terrie,” Tally sighed as she sat down beside her. “Jesse isn’t a serious thing for me. But you’re my friend. I promise you, when he gets here and we start this, I will take good care of your man and your friendship.”
Terrie looked at her friend silently. Tally sighed.
“I don’t want Jesse physically, Terrie. You know this. But I know what you want for him. We’re friends, and I want your happiness above anything. So I want to help you do this.” Terrie tilted her head, watching the other woman closely. For once, Tally’s dark gaze held no mockery, no laughter.
“No wonder Jesse doesn’t ever know what to make of you,” she whispered softly. “You’re like him, Tally. Unselfish…”
Tally snorted as she rose quickly to her feet. “No way, Terrie. I’m very selfish. When we’re done, you’re helping me get that job at Conover’s. Your man is a lousy boss. Hell, he caught onto his own filing as though he’s supposed to do it himself,” she grunted. “So never fear, it comes with a price.” Terrie hid her smile. She had never known what a true friend she had. But she did now. The nights Tally had forced her out of the house, getting her drunk, tattooed, pierced. Terrie remembered those bleak days clearly. Days when she had fought to make sense of her life, and who she was. Days she had wondered if Thomas had been right. If she was truly less of a woman than she had ever believed. Never enough woman for a man like Jesse.
“Okay, we can do this,” she announced. “He’ll be here in less than an hour. I’ll get him in the handcuffs,
but he’s going to be pissed.”
“Of course he will.” Tally smiled. “That’s the best part.” She rubbed her hands together with mocking eagerness. “Can we blindfold him?”
Chapter Ten
Terrie was waiting for Jesse when he stepped slowly into the bedroom. The house was dark, lit only by the candles that showed the way from the front door, up the stairs and into her room. The bedroom was lit by dozens of the small scented candles, casting his expression in shadow. But she caught a glimpse of his somber expression as he stepped into the room.
Tally was waiting on the screened-in back porch, watching for the bedroom light to flicker. The sign that she could enter. What Terrie had to say to Jesse, she wanted no one else to hear.
She watched as he pushed his hands into his slacks’ pockets, watching her carefully, his green eyes quiet, reflective as she sat on the bed, dressed only in the short silk gown she had donned.
“Why do I have a feeling you want to talk first?” he quipped almost too seriously.
“Because you know me that well,” she said softly, watching him a bit sadly. “You always have. Even when I was too young to know what it meant. And when I was too stupid to accept what it was.” He leaned against her dresser, watching her quietly. Terrie felt her chest tighten at the flood of emotion that washed over her. He was so strong, even now, as he watched her uncertainly, his eyes brilliant with all the emotions she had never realized were there before.
“You were never stupid, Terrie,” he said quietly. “Frightened. Innocent…”
“And too stupid to know what I was feeling or what I wanted,” she finished for him. “I love you, Jesse. I always have loved you.”
He frowned, his expression brooding, intense. “I know that, Terrie. I always knew that.” She tilted her head. He wasn’t lying. She could see just how very serious he was.
“And you love me,” she whispered, fighting her tears. “You loved me, before Thomas.” He breathed out roughly. “Before Thomas, during Thomas, now,” he growled. “Love doesn’t just turn off, Terrie. What do you want me to say?”
It was there in his voice. Husky, controlled, endearingly honest. If there was one thing she knew about Jesse, it was that he woul
d never lie to her about his feelings for her. He might not tell her something she
needed to know, but he wouldn’t lie to her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked him roughly. “Why didn’t you let me know, Jesse, instead of leaving me in the dark?”
“How, baby?” He shrugged, though she saw his fists clench in his pockets. “You were so scared of me you ran damned near every time I tried to get close. You’ve been like that ever since you realized I did want you. You ran, because who I was, what I was, frightened you.” It wasn’t him. She stared at him in surprise. It had never been his needs that had her running.
She shook her head slowly. “I ran because my own feelings, my own needs, terrified me. Not you,” she whispered. “You never frightened me, Jesse. Ever. But I scared the hell out of myself.”
“Because of who I am. Because of what I wanted,” he said roughly.
“Because of who I am.” She shook her head quickly. “Don’t you see, Jesse? It wasn’t you. It was me. I couldn’t make sense of my own needs, my own desires. I couldn’t understand what I wanted.”
“And now?” He looked so alone, so braced for her rejection.
She rose slowly to her feet, revealing the items she had left on the bed behind her. Handcuffs and leather ankle cuffs attached to chains. She saw his gaze flicker to them.
“Will you trust me to love you, Jesse?” she asked him softly. “I trust you. With everything I am.
Everything you need. Will you trust me as well?”
Silence built within the room for long, intense seconds as he stared at the bed.
“I take it those aren’t for you?” He nodded to the items.
She looked up at him from the corners of her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips. “No, they aren’t for me.”
