Brooke, Leah - Crescendo [The Leah Brooke Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  “And your cell phone worked when your friend called you but not when Nick and Steve did? And how about that man in the elevator? You didn’t realize who he was at the time? You rode up with him in the elevator and never realized he was one of the men who attacked you? Were you busy making plans on the ride up?”

  Turning away from the accusation in his eyes, she sniffed, not wanting to believe Nick and Steve could feel the same way. “I was mad and didn’t pay that much attention to him. What about him shooting at us? If I was working with him, do you really think I would put myself in danger that way?”

  Mike smiled coldly. “You didn’t get hurt at all, did you?”

  Julianna nodded. “I see. Well, tell your men not to bother risking their lives for me. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. I could do it even better if I could go back to my apartment.”

  The sound of the door opening had her spinning in that direction. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned away as Steve came through it, and rushed to get away, meeting Mike’s suspicious eyes over her shoulder.

  “Thanks for the coffee.”

  Careful not to look at Steve, she ran to the bedroom before he could reach her, closing and locking the door behind her. Expecting him to start banging on the door, she backed away, only to come to a stop in the middle of the room when nothing happened.

  He hadn’t even come after her!

  Wiping away a tear, she stood in the middle of the room with her hands clenched into fists at her sides, waiting for him to burst through the door at any minute. She waited for what seemed like forever, her chest heaving with the effort to hold back her tears.

  When nothing happened, she slowly unclenched her fists, flexing them to relieve the stiffness. Embarrassed that she’d run from him, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

  She’d be damned if she’d let him come in to find her this way. She retrieved the bag she’d tossed into the chair earlier and started spreading papers on the bed. The sooner she finished the damned hotel, the sooner she’d be able to get away from all of them.

  Two hours and a dozen phone calls later, Julianna decided she’d done all she could do for today. Her eyes burned from looking at papers and crying.

  She glanced at the door for about the hundredth time as she started to put everything away. In the middle of her phone call to Les, she’d heard voices raised in anger, but couldn’t tell what the argument was about.

  Since then, it had been pretty quiet.

  She dropped her bag back onto the chair in the corner and moved to the sliding glass door, suddenly desperate for some fresh air. A blast of warm air hit her as soon as she slid the door open, and she closed her eyes, breathing it in, wishing with all her heart that things could have been different. Feeling a little more settled, she went to the railing, wrapping her hands around it and yearning for something that could never be. Looking out at the city, she stilled when a hard arm wrapped around her waist from behind.

  Warm lips touched her ear. “I heard you on the phone or I would have barged in. I figured you needed a chance to cool down. Are you ready to talk to me?”

  Closing her eyes against the wave of need that washed over her, Julianna shook her head. “I don’t have anything to say.”

  “Then I’ll talk.”

  Julianna pushed at his arm, clenching her jaw when she couldn’t budge it. “I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed.”

  The hand around her waist massaged gently. “After we talk, we’ll both go to bed.”

  Clenching her jaw against the warm sizzles that radiated from his hand to her slit, she pushed at his arm again. “If you think I’m going to bed with you, you’re—Oh!”

  Steve lifted her against his chest and carried her to one of the chaise lounges on the balcony, sitting with her on his lap. “Your sister’s nothing like you, is she?”

  Of all the things she’d expected him to say, talking about her sister had to be the least unexpected. Squirming only made the bulge beneath her hip harder and larger, so she forced herself to remain still.

  Laughing humorously, she shook her head. “Erica and I are as different as night and day.”

  She gasped when his hand slid under the hem up her shirt and upward to close over her breast.

  Smiling faintly, he pulled her closer. “Thank God. I couldn’t wait to get the smell of all that perfume off of me. I think it’s in my pores.” He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply.

  “Hmm, this is much better.”

  Holding herself stiffly, Julianna closed her eyes against the shock of lust to her system as Steve’s palm moved back and forth over her nipple. “Did you, ah, did you two find a lot to talk about?”

  Steve sat forward, tumbling her back over his arm, and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly. “We talked about you, which was the only reason I stayed. I wanted to find out all about you. I wanted to know what makes Julianna Lovette tick.”

  Julianna pushed at him and attempted to sit up, closing her thighs together against the tingling of her clit. “You don’t need to know anything except that I’m the best decorator for the job. You can trust me for that even if you don’t trust me in anything else. Did she tell you that Paul Munson and I have a love child together? That I’m madly in love with him and only went to bed with you and Nick to get closer to you so he can kill you. Or did she tell you that I’m after your money so he and I can run away together? Get off of me.”

  “No, she must have left those things out.” Steve raised her shirt, exposing her breasts to the humid air. “So you only went to bed with me because you wanted to get close to us? That means that you just endure what I do to you. I guess you’ll just have to endure it a little more.”

  Julianna cried out when his lips closed over a nipple. “Damn you, Steve. I’m not going to bed with a man who doesn’t trust me.”

  Steve worked his hand down the front of her cotton pants and slid a finger through her folds. “I didn’t trust you before. I do now. Let’s see if you can pretend to like this.” He pressed down on her clit at the same time he took her nipple into his mouth again and began to suck.

  She tried to push his hand away, but his strength kept her from moving it at all. Not being able to escape his caress made the pleasure even stronger, and also made it harder to hide it. “Damn it, Steve.” Even biting her lip, she couldn’t keep her cries from escaping. The suction on her nipple sent a shot of pleasure to her clit, where the friction from his finger made her burn. The sizzles raced out of control, growing stronger with each firm stroke.

  Being on his lap and held this way gave her such a warm feeling that only added to the level of intimacy. Curled against him, she threaded her fingers through his short hair and held on, defenseless against the orgasm that slammed into her.

  Flames licked at her everywhere, the waves of ecstasy washing over her, one right after the other. Thrilling at his firm hold and steady caresses, she flew, her body tightening on his lap.

  He kept going, not stopping as most men did, but seemed intent to draw every ounce of pleasure possible from her. When it crested, she whimpered, her body bowing in his secure hold. Not until she started to come down did he lift his head, his eyes searching hers as he smiled down at her.

  “You faked that pretty good.” His finger slid down and into her pussy, which still rippled from the force of her orgasm. “Soaking wet. That’s a good trick, baby.”

  Furious at herself, she cursed at him.

  “Go to hell. Just because you can make me come doesn’t mean anything.”

  He slid his finger deep, his eyes hard. “Back atcha, baby. We’ll just fuck and make each other feel good. That’s all you want from me anyway, isn’t it?”

  He slid his finger almost all the way out of her and pushed it back in again, chuckling softly when she clenched on him and moaned.

  Knowing she had to be mistaken about the hurt she thought she heard in his voice, Julianna nodded, thinkin
g about what Mike had said, and her own hurt at finding out they didn’t trust her. “What else would I want?”

  When either one of them touched her, she forgot all about their money, their hotels, and their private jet. She forgot everything except the way they made her feel and her growing vulnerability around each of them.

  They seemed to touch something inside her that had never been touched before, something she’d yearned to share with another man.

  She hadn’t meant to give up that part of herself in a temporary affair with two men, especially two men who didn’t trust her.

  Whimpering helplessly and aware of his stare, she held on to the arm beneath her waistband as the storm inside her raged out of control.

  Through her shaking, he held her. “That’s it. Come for me. We can give each other that if nothing else.”

  Reduced to trembling, Julianna jolted when he ran his thumb over her too sensitive clit. “No more, Steve. Let me go.”

  Steve’s eyes hardened. “Oh, no, you don’t. If pleasure is all you want from me, then that’s what you’ll get. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

  He withdrew from her, sliding his hands out of her pants, and stood, lifting her against his chest and carrying her back inside and to the bed, where he tumbled them both. “Not even close, baby. You’re going to come so many times you’ll lose count.”

  Her strength was no match for his, and fascinated by the determination and dark intent in his touch, Julianna melted against him. She winced at the sound of ripping as he rid her of every stitch of clothing before throwing off his own.

  Lying on top of her, he held her down as he reached out to turn on the low light next to the bed. “I want to see and touch all of you. For right now anyway, you’re all mine.”

  The need he’d satisfied only moments ago sparked to life again as his hard, naked body covered hers. His cock pressed against her thigh, the look of lust and almost desperation in his eyes making her wild to have it inside her.

  “Before tonight’s over, you’re going to want more than just sex from me, Julianna. I’m going to make sure of it.”

  Julianna gasped at the sharp scrape of his teeth over a nipple as he worked his way down her body. Licks of fire touched her everywhere, the sharp sizzles all zeroing in on her slit. Her abdomen tightened painfully, and her pussy clenched at emptiness, wanting more than anything to have his thick, hot cock filling her to the hilt. Her clit burned, and God help her, even her bottom tingled with the need for him to touch her there. Without thinking, she raised her hands over her head to grip the headboard and arched, mindlessly offering herself to him. “Steve, take me.”

  Raising his head, Steve met her eyes, his usual devilish grin conspicuously absent. The hard calculating look in his eyes a sharp reminder that too much emotional distance remained between them, while the heat in them told her how much he wanted her in spite of it.

  “I’m taking all of you tonight, Julianna. For the next several hours, you’re all mine, and I promise you, by the time we’re through here, you’ll know it.”

  The need in his tone drew an automatic response from her body, that of a woman who reveled in the attention of her man. Arching her back, she lifted her breasts invitingly, the hard, pebbled tips tingling when his hooded gaze widened and he licked his lips.

  “Yeah, baby. Keep offering yourself to me. I’m taking it all.” He pressed large, openmouthed kisses all over her breasts, groaning when she shifted restlessly.

  “Now I’m going to bury my face between your legs and make you scream.”

  He shoved her legs aside to make a place for himself between them, lifting her thighs over his wide, muscular shoulders and pressing down on her abdomen, effectively tilting her hips upward. With no other warning, he pressed his mouth to her slit, jabbing his tongue repeatedly into her pussy.

  Julianna whimpered at the heat, at the velvety tongue that pierced her so deliciously and tightened her hold on the headboard, gripping it for leverage as she tried to escape such a decadent assault. She couldn’t close her legs against him and, with her legs high in the air, couldn’t even kick him effectively.

  Steve ate at her with a single-mindedness that threatened her sanity in an apparent attempt to devour her. His big hands held her easily as he swirled his tongue all around her pussy opening, before sliding it into her again to tease her inner walls.

  She couldn’t stay still, her body twisting restlessly against the most mind-numbing pleasure. Her breath came out in panted whimpers as he used his mouth on her with a hunger and determination she had no chance of resisting.

  Her slit tingled from her clit to her bottom hole, each stab of his tongue, each slide of it over her quivering flesh making her burn even hotter.

  Still, she wanted more. She wouldn’t be happy until she had all of him, any way he wanted her, every way a man could want his woman. Tonight, she wanted nothing more than to be his. Pushing aside everything else, she tightened her hands on the headboard and pushed against him. “Steve, I want your cock inside me. Take me, damn it.”

  Except for a low chuckle, Steve ignored her and continued to eat at her, slowly working his way to her clit. Anticipation of what he was about to do nearly sent her over, and knowing just how good it would feel made her clit swell and throb expectantly.

  She’d thought herself prepared, but the first swipe of his tongue over the swollen and already sensitized bundle of nerves proved her wrong.

  It felt as though her clit had been struck by lightning. A shocked, tortured scream escaped as her entire body stiffened, every muscle drawn up tight. He did it again and again, sucking her clit sharply, making her buck and jolt, but no amount of movement could deter him.

  On a tortured moan, she closed her thighs around his head, the scrape of his whiskers on the sensitive skin a sharp reminder that she couldn’t close against him. She came hard, her body tight and shaking as he continued to eat at her, his deep groan of satisfaction against her clit sending her higher. He nibbled, he sucked, he licked until her screams became whimpers and then hoarse mews.

  She didn’t even have the energy to move when he released her to work his way back up her body and lower himself over her, using his powerful thighs to push her legs wide.

  His lips still glistened with her juices as he loomed over her, and as she watched, he licked them, the slow glide of his tongue over his lips making her clit throb with renewed vigor.

  “Steve, oh, God, it’s too much. My clit’s burning.”

  Sliding his hands beneath her thighs, he lifted her, his fingers digging into the cheeks of her bottom as he positioned her to his liking. “Poor baby. We’re not done here. I haven’t had all of you yet. We’re far from finished, baby.”

  He teased her by brushing the head of his cock over her pussy opening. “Do you want to be fucked, baby? Do you want my cock in that tight pussy, fucking you hard and deep until we both come? Until your pussy milks my cock and you tremble all over?”

  His deep voice, his darkly erotic tone sent shivers over her skin and increased the spasms in her pussy. His breath felt warm on her neck, his lips hot against her skin. “Tell me, Julianna. Tell me to fuck you. If you don’t want anything else from me, you want to feel the way I can make you feel.”

  It amazed her that even after coming twice, she wanted him more than ever.

  A cock inside her wouldn’t be enough. She needed him. She needed his arms around her, needed his deep voice in her ear. Needed his hands gripping her as though he’d never let her go.

  “Take me. Fuck me. Hard. Take me, Steve. Take me like you’ve never taken another woman, if only for tonight.”

  With one hard thrust, he slid deep and immediately began thrusting, digging relentlessly at that spot inside her. “Yes, like never before.”

  The friction of the head of his cock against the inner walls of her pussy had a scream rising in her throat, a scream that came out as a breathless whimper.

  Feeling his gaze on her breasts,
she opened her eyes and started to reach for him, her breath catching at the tortured look on his face as he thrust steadily into her. Wanting to comfort him and at the same time feel his warmth and strength gather her close, she moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull him closer.

  “Leave your hands where they were!”

  Julianna hurried to obey, the almost violent look on his face triggering her own willing submission. “Hell. Damn it, oh, God. Steve, you’re not like this. I’m not like this. I need you.”

  Steve began to thrust harder, his face a mask of tortured lust. “We’re exactly like this. I like it hot and wild and so do you. Give it to me, Julianna. Come for me while I’m fucking this tight pussy. Don’t you fucking hold back on me. I won’t let you. Give it to me. This fucking pussy’s already milking me. Yeah, that’s it. Come again for me. God help me, but tonight I need you, too.”

  Her body jerked uncontrollably, her senses so overloaded that she couldn’t focus on any one of them. They bombarded her, layering on top of each other, the erotic sensation of having his thick cock plunging deep inside her pussy combined with the delight in her femininity at the way Steve seemed to need more than just her body tonight.

  “You know I’m taking that tight ass next, don’t you? I’m fucking you everywhere, baby, and by the time we’re through here tonight, you’re going to know what it feels like to be well and truly fucked.”

  Just the thought of giving him her ass was enough to send her over. Tightening her hold on the headboard, she screamed as her body stiffened, the wave of bliss washing over her stronger than any before.

  Steve’s thrusts became harder and shallower, his cock feeling as hard as steel inside her. Sweat poured down his face, making him look even wilder and even more out of control, his obvious need for her making her cry out as her body made demands of its own.

  Demands he appeared eager to meet.

  His strokes never faltered. His grip remained strong, holding her through the jolts that racked her body. He plunged deep, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. His groans of completion sounded raw and tortured, overlapping her own breathless whimpers, the growled masculine sounds coming from deep in his throat making her feel undeniably feminine and desired.