by Avery Gale
Looking over Jenna’s shoulder at Colt, Mitch told the other man, “Your woman is amazing, brother. Hope you are appreciating this gift from God. Christ, she is so beautiful, responsive, and intelligent. It is a privilege to be able to help you introduce her to the pleasures of ménage.”
“She is all that and more. But don’t think we don’t have our work cut out for us. Seems my little sub thinks all I want is a week’s worth of fucking. I’m going to be working hard to help her see that is not the case, that I have every intention of making her my own in every way. Let’s give her a small sample of what she will be experiencing later. Then we need to feed her. She had just woken up when I heard the security system clear you, and she is going to be expending a lot of energy later.” Colt’s last words were laced with humor, but Jenna was so lost in the feel of their hands running over her sensitized skin, she couldn’t even fully process the words they were speaking.
“Please…” Jenna could only moan the soft plea. She needed more. She was starting to float in a fog of desire that only hinted at a completion that was just beyond her reach.
Colt leaned forward and spoke so close to her that she could feel his lips brushing the curve of her ear. “Please what, pet? Please stop? Please continue? Please touch you? Please fuck you? Please push my long fingers in your sweet ass? You have to be specific in your requests, my love, otherwise you will not get what you desire. A Dom’s job is to provide everything his beloved submissive needs, so until I’ve had time to learn your body’s every nuance, you will need to be very specific.”
Colt was pushing her, he knew he was taking a number of calculated risks, Christ, having Mitch blindside her with his sudden appearance had been a huge leap of faith, and jumping right in to a scene with her was going to be dicey. Colt knew that even if they gave her the mind-blowing orgasm he knew they could so easily provide, her mind would turn back on before they’d even be able to get her out of the bedroom. So he needed to make sure it was good enough to begin the bonding he knew was going to be the only truth she was going to be able to hang on to when they had to return to her family’s home.
Chapter 15
Colt had briefed him during their phone call earlier in the day about Jenna submitting with her body but still holding everything else back, so Mitch wasn’t surprised when he felt those thoughts running through her mind. Having the ability to establish a strong empathetic connection with another person was both a blessing and a curse. He was usually able to get right inside the mind of another person and feel what they were feeling as well as hear most of their “self-talk.” Right now, Jenna was barely functioning on a cognitive level at all, it was all lust, but there were whispers of “distance” and “remember last time” that he found really disturbing. It was as if she was trying to remind herself of some previous experience where she’d allowed herself to care for someone who had abused that trust. He didn’t see how she could possibly compare the horrific experience of being raped and beaten by Ted Scott to the pleasures he and Colt could provide, but he well knew better than most how truly complex and mystifying the human mind could really be.
Grayson looked up over Jenna’s shoulder at Colt and gave a barely perceptible nod to let him know he would be able to “read” Jenna. There were those very rare people who instinctively were able to “block” an empath from getting in, as Mitch liked to think of it. But as a natural submissive, Jenna valued other people’s opinion of her, she wanted to please Colt, and even though a part of her was fighting their connection, it was that desire to please that opened the door for Grayson.
“Colt, please, I need you to touch me.” Jenna’s words were barely audible.
“I am touching you, pet. Tell me exactly what you need.” Colt was trying to teach Jenna to equate her feelings of need with the pleasures he could and would provide. Mitch knew that the sooner she craved his touch, the sooner she’d accept that Colt wasn’t ever going to let her go. “Jenna, you are so passionate and responsive. I will give you exactly what you need. Talk to me, sweetness.” Mitch watched as Colt slowly mastered Jenna’s body. He’d known Colt had been planning this scene for years and each and every move had been carefully choreographed.
“Please…I need you…” Jenna’s pleas were airy and desperate, but the men were going to make her tell them exactly what it was she needed. Jenna felt Mitch kneel in front of her and separate her folds, exposing her swollen, throbbing clit to the air. When he blew a small puff of air directly on it, she screamed and started to shake. It was enough to push her closer, but not near enough to bring on the orgasm she was chasing. She knew they wouldn’t send her over until she told them exactly what her body wanted. The battle between her body and mind was raging, and she was adrift in a sea of passion and desire without a life preserver. As she fought the waves of her own passion, the ability to express her need in words was eluding her. “Oh God, please, I need to come. I’m begging you, please.”
“What do you think, Grayson? Close enough, or shall we hold out for more detail?” Even though Jenna could hear the teasing tone in Colt’s voice, she still wanted to strangle him.
“Damn, man, I don’t know. I love how she is creaming all over my hand. How about I just take a lick or two over her little clit and see how that works out, maybe you’d like to push into her rosette and see if we can help her a bit.” Mitch was so close to her pussy she could feel the soft breeze of his words waft across the swollen tissues.
Colt lifted her leg onto the chair she was standing next to and began running his finger through her soaking center. When it was coated with her sweet syrup, he nodded to Grayson, and just as he pushed through the tight ring of anal muscles surrounding her back entrance, Grayson licked and then bit down gently on her clit. Jenna exploded in an orgasm that had her hurtling through space, surrounded by brilliant colors swirling as if she was falling through a vortex of electric light. She would have certainly collapsed to the floor if not for Colt’s arm wrapped securely around her torso. Jenna knew she was shaking violently, but couldn’t seem to control her muscles. And through it all she heard Colt’s and Mitch’s words of praise, and even though she wouldn’t ever be able to tell anyone exactly what they’d said, she knew they were pleased with her response. And all she could do was just float along on wave after wave of the most intense feelings of pleasure she’d ever experienced. As she started to come back down, she wondered how she was ever going to protect her heart from Colt Matthews even when she knew it was already too late. She’d wanted him for so long, and now that she knew he was everything she’d ever dreamed he’d be, it was going to be devastating to lose him. She had always stayed distant because it was one thing to never know exactly what you were missing, and it was another to have experienced it then have it jerked away from you. That was the last thought she had before she slipped back into a blissful sleep.
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“Christ, Matthews, she is fucking unbelievable. You are a lucky bastard. I don’t know what you did to deserve her, but I’m sure it must have been a long fucking time ago, because you sure as shit haven’t been that good since I’ve known your sorry ass.” Mitch chuckled as he watched Colt gently lay Jenna on the bed. Mitch brought Colt a warm cloth from the bathroom so he could take care of his woman and looked on in longing, sending a prayer out to the universe that one day soon he and Bryant would be caring for Rissa with the same totally captivated expressions.
“I am humbled by your appreciation of my worthiness, you pompous ass. Now go on downstairs and start dinner, I’ll take care of Jenna and then I’ll be down.” Colt’s expression was one of brotherly affection even if his words didn’t reflect the warmth. As he gently cleaned her then patted the area dry.
Colt marveled at the fact that she was even more than he’d dreamed she would be. He stood and watched her sleep for a few moments before moving away from the bed. She was absolute perfection in his eyes. In sleep, she looked so much younger. All the tension and stress of pretending to be strong and in
Chapter 16
“Talk to me.” Colt’s cryptic greeting didn’t surprise Mitch, hell, they’d been friends way too long for anything about Colt Matthews to surprise him. Grayson was putting their dinner in the oven as Colt walked into the room. Selita had made a habit of cooking and freezing dinners for them the year before when they’d spent all their spare hours building the cabin, and she’d continued even after they’d had a fully functioning kitchen. She sent boxes full of meals with them several times a month so their freezer was usually well stocked. They were always grateful and made sure she always got large cash gifts for every holiday, birthday, hell, they’d even given her money for National Peach Lover’s Day last year. She’d always insisted they not pay her, but gifts for “occasions” seemed to be okay. They’d laughed while they’d searched the Internet for an “occasion” the last time they’d felt it was time for another “gift.”
“You’re right, she’s holding back. I didn’t get it all, her thoughts don’t exactly track perfectly when she’s balancing on the edge, man. But she is afraid of getting hurt. She trusted someone before, someone she thought she loved, and got hurt. Whether or not that was Ted Scott, I don’t know yet. But I’ll get it. I need to be able to spend an hour alone with her.” Seeing the look on his friend’s face, he smiled. “Christ, Matthews, lighten the fuck up, will you…I mean, I just want to be able to sit and talk with her. I’ll steer the conversation and get exactly what you need to know, even though I’m fairly certain we already know the gist of it.” Mitch Grayson wasn’t opposed to using his gifts to help others, but he was judicious about allowing anyone outside of a very small circle of close friends to know exactly how strong his skills were. He knew there were a lot of people on both sides who would take great pleasure in using his talents for ill-gotten gains. Hell, he had made certain no one outside of their immediate team had been aware he’d spent time with their upper command and knew exactly which of those pricks would sell him out for thirty pieces of silver.
“Tell me what you got, specifically. Stop dicking around, damn it.” Colt was tired of waiting. He was frustrated with his inability to get through the walls Jenna had built around her heart. He’d known that pulling Grayson in was using an unfair advantage, but this was a battle he didn’t intend to lose. Now that he’d found out the truth about Ted Scott, he’d be tracking back to those responsible for his placement in their unit, something about it just didn’t sit well with him.
“Okay, Jesus, Matthews, get a grip already. She just kept chanting to herself, to ‘remember last time’ and then ‘keep distance.’ But the clincher was at the very end, just as she was falling asleep, she wondered how she was ever going to protect her heart, then admitted to herself that she’d already lost it to you a long time ago and that you are everything she’d dreamt you’d be, and she dreads the devastation she’ll face when it’s all taken away from her. And before you ask, no, I don’t know exactly why she thinks it will be taken away, but my guess is because Ted Scott ripped her innocence and her faith in love from her at a very young age, she has decided that love can’t be trusted.” Then chuckling softly, he added, “But be careful, that’s a mix of psychology and hocus pocus…always a dangerous combination.”
“Spend some time with her tomorrow morning. See if you can get any more. I have some calls to make, I am going to light a fire under Franklin’s ass again. That little prick aide of his didn’t seem all that interested in passing along my message earlier today. But I’ll go over our dear former general’s happy ass if I have to, this is personal. He isn’t going to play this smoke-and-mirrors game with me for long. You get anything on that weasel assistant?” Colt had been trying to warn their former commander for over a year that his disabled “war hero” aide was a dick of the first order. Hell, General Franklin’s ass-hat assistant had his head so far up his boss’s posterior they were both probably having trouble figuring out where one of them ended and the other had begun. Colt, Alex, Zach, and Mitch had all been of the same opinion, all had bad feelings about the guy, and they’d even discussed cutting off contracting with Uncle Sam until the situation was safer. They’d had a couple of missions go south in a big way after he’d joined Franklin’s staff and it seemed just a bit too coincidental for a team who’d been trained to never trust a coincidence.
“No, and that really bothers me for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is that his past record is so perfect it red flags to me. Nobody has a record that watertight, and his reeks of manufactured.” Grayson was a born skeptic with a finely tuned sixth sense and amazing computer skills, and if he red flagged it, Colt knew they had better sit up and pay attention.
“Manufactured? How could Franklin not notice that?” Colt had known General Franklin for years. It wasn’t like him to be taken in by a fraud.
“No fucking clue, but he is getting older, and I know the last time I spoke with his wife, she made a couple of comments about things he’d ‘forgotten’ that hinted toward concerns for his physical and mental health. I think she was trying to hedge about Alzheimer’s, so it may be that he is just not as sharp as he once was.”
“And if that’s the case, Mr. Big-Shot Aide could be essentially running the show under the guise of protecting his boss’s reputation. Any chance he’s on the take?” Colt knew he was going to have to call in a few favors and have the aide checked out, hell, he was seriously considering sending Grayson to DC for a little personal meet and greet with the guy.
“Fuck, what’s the little wart on Franklin’s ass called anyway? I never can remember the prick’s name,” Grayson asked.
“Theodore James,” Colt answered. Colt was the only member of the team that had actually met the guy face-to-face. He hadn’t been impressed. The guy had obviously had a lot of plastic surgery after being in a land mine explosion in Afghanistan. He’d also lost a leg, but seemed like he got around well on his prosthesis. They hadn’t exactly hit it off that day in Franklin’s office, and things had remained chilly, at best, ever since.
“I’m going to run his name against Ted Scott’s, see if there is any reason to believe they might be connected in any way.” The hair on the back of Mitch’s neck had stood straight up when Colt had said his name, and that was a warning sign it had paid to never ignore. “I have to tell you, something just feels every kind of wrong about this guy. Something tells me there is more to this whole situation than meets the eye.”
“Agreed. Now, I’m going to go check and see if Jenna is ready for some dinner. That smells fantastic, and I’m starving.” Colt started to move from the room when Grayson stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.
“Keep this one, Colt, she’s really special. There is goodness in her that goes bone deep. She loves you, but she’s scared of being hurt again. If you aren’t in this for the long haul, walk away now, she’s too fragile to weather your rejection if she invests another minute in her love for you.” Mitch didn’t like giving unsolicited advice, but he really wanted his friend to know how special Jenna was, and he’d seen Colt fuck then toss women aside for years. They’d all teased him that he seemed like he was “auditioning or trying them on for size,” and then when he found the least little excuse as to why they didn’t “fit,” he tossed them aside. Mitch felt Jenna’s vulnerability, knew she’d never get over Colt walking away from her if this went on any longer.
Colt looked directly into his friend’s eyes for several seconds before speaking. “I appreciate your concern, but I’ll assure you—only once—it’s unfounded. Jenna is the woman I have been searching for my entire life. I have no intention of ever letting her go. Now, if you are done being a fucking Boy Scout, I’m going to get my woman.” As Colt stomped up the stairs, Mitch smiled to himself. Oh the Mighty Colt Matthews has fallen. Yes, indeed, Mr. Love and Leave ’Em is officially off the market. Mores the better for me! The sad thing was, he didn’t want more women, he just wanted the one who kept running. But after this mess with Jenna was resolved, it was going to be time for a full-court press on his target. Rissa, you can’t run forever.
Chapter 17
Washington, DC
Theodore James sat at his desk outside his boss’s office and listened as the feeble-minded bastard talked to Colt Matthews for the second time in three days. What the fuck was Matthews’s problem? Hell, he never called unless it was mission related, and James had managed to steer work away from him and the Lamonts more and more often as Franklin had fallen further and further under the effects of memory loss of his own creation. Well, that wasn’t exactly right, after General Franklin had started taking heart and cholesterol medication, he’d asked his new aide to research possible side effects. What newly promoted Staff Sergeant Theodore James found proved to be very valuable information indeed. The good doctors at Bethesda had prescribed drugs that tended to have a profound effect on memory in certain patients, his boss included, it seemed. So when the old man started forgetting whether or not he’d taken his medication, his new aide had been diligent in making sure he took it…sometimes three to four times more often than necessary. It was like feeding candy to a baby. He’d laughed and been dismayed by his good fortune.
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