Stormy Desire [Desire, Oklahoma 12] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  “Uh-uh.” Scraping his teeth over the curve of her neck, Caleb moved her toward the bed. “Keep your hands out of the way.”

  Another shiver went through her, the sensation of his teeth against her neck, his warm breath against her ear, and the underlying steel in his cool tone combining into something so erotic it left her breathless.

  Turning her in his arms, he fisted his hand in her hair and tilted her head back, staring into her eyes as he flicked a finger over her nipple.

  He caught her hand when she would have covered it, his eyes narrowing. “You’re new to all this, and you’re so sensitive everywhere. I want to explore, and I don’t want you getting in my way. It might get intense, and if it’s too much for you, you can use your safe words, but I won’t have you trying to block me.”

  Her nipple tingled, and she wanted desperately to rub it to ease the sharp awareness.

  Bracing a knee on the bed, Caleb leaned over her, lifting her left hand to his lips before positioning it over her head. Holding her gaze, he slid her hand into a soft loop of material. “I’m not gonna tighten this around your wrist, but I want you to hold on to it. Don’t let go.”

  Gripping the flexible material, Stormy watched Caleb slowly lift her other arm above her head, aware of his sharp scrutiny.

  Holding her hand gently in his, he brushed a thumb over her cheek. “Does this hurt?”

  It pulled slightly, but not enough for her to give up this experience. “It’s fine.”

  She lifted slightly, her nipple aching even more with her arms lifted, and unable to cover herself, something she suspected he knew.

  “I’m not gonna slip your hand into the cuff, but I want you to hold on to it. If your arm starts hurting, you can lower it but only this arm.” With a faint smile, he bent to brush his lips over hers. “Special circumstances.”

  Need clawed at her, the glimpses of the Dominant he showed her not enough to satisfy her. “Don’t baby me, Caleb. Just get on with it.”

  The faint light coming through the window cast his face in shadows, emphasizing the hard glint in his eyes.

  His fingers closed over her right nipple, squeezing with just enough pressure to make her jolt and yank her right hand from the cuff to cover her breast.

  Tightening her hand on his, she writhed restlessly, fighting against the sharp stabs of pleasure that shot from her nipple to her clit. “Caleb!”

  “No, Stormy. Put your hand above your head.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers, intensifying the sensation. “It looks like I’m gonna have to cuff you, after all.”

  “Having some trouble, Caleb?”

  Struck by the amusement in Devlin’s tone, Stormy moaned, digging her heels into the mattress. “He’s being mean.”

  Chuckling, Caleb released her nipple and pulled her hand away from her breast, securing it with the padded cuff. “I wanted to see if she could stay still without being restrained, but she doesn’t have the willpower.”

  Insulted, Stormy experimentally tugged at her now secured wrist, her excitement growing when she found she couldn’t get free. “I can do it, damn it! What the fuck was I supposed to do when you pinched my nipple, asshole?”

  Caleb leaned close, his touch much lighter when he closed his fingertips over her nipple again. “Not a good attitude to have right now, little one.”

  Stormy knew she could release the cuff she held on to with her left hand, but pride had her tightening her hold on it. “Fuck you!” Her breathing became harsh and ragged, each breath making her chest rise and fall and creating a delicious friction on her nipple. “Damn it, Devlin. Do something! Oh!”

  Caleb tightened his fingers on her nipple again, not hard enough to hurt but enough to intensify the pull to her clit. “Quiet.” He released her nipple and flattened a hand on her belly. “I know you’re new to this and nervous, baby.”

  Stormy’s face burned. “I want to touch you.” She figured she’d watched enough movies to fake her way through the fact that she had no idea how to please him.

  Caleb’s smile appeared strained, his eyes flashing with hunger. “No way. Not this time. You can touch me later, but right now, my control’s already being tested.”

  “Christ, she’s a vision, isn’t she?” Devlin’s tone held a hint of awe as he lowered himself to the bed to sit beside her. Turning to look over his shoulder, he watched Caleb slowly lower her pants, a small smile playing at his lips. “Hell, she’s wearing pink panties.”

  Caleb pulled her pants off and removed her socks, tossing everything aside before massaging her foot. “Had a pink bra on, too. I like her better without it.”

  Lowering her panties down her legs, he bent to kiss her thigh. “I like her better without these, too.”

  Stormy watched him toss her panties and socks onto the chair with the rest of her clothing, her breath catching when he parted her thighs and knelt between them. Squeezing her eyes closed, she waited expectantly for the feel of his hot mouth on her clit, knowing she could come at any moment.

  Chuckling, Caleb pressed his lips to her belly. “You’re in too much of a hurry, baby. I like to play, but I won’t make you wait long.”

  His lips moved higher, brushing the underside of her breast. “Who did you call?”

  Stormy shivered when he pressed a finger at her slick entrance, her hands fisting in expectation of the pain to come.

  His lips continued to move over her breast, but no matter how much she moved or how many times she arched against him, he wouldn’t give her nipple the attention she desperately craved.

  “Who did you call, Stormy?”

  Stormy groaned in frustration, lifting her hips to get more of his finger inside her. “Please, Caleb.”

  He pushed his finger in a little more, moving it inside her. “I know, baby. Who did you call?”

  Stiffening at the sting, Stormy cried out and tried to move away, but Caleb had already withdrawn his finger.

  Caressing her clit, Caleb slid higher up her body, brushing his lips over hers. “I know, baby.”

  “Is she still intact?” Lucas dropped to his knees on the other side of her, running his fingertips lightly over her inner thigh as he uncuffed her other hand and took it in his.

  “Partially.” Caleb’s voice had a harsh edge to it, as if he’d swallowed glass. “I’m gonna have to go real slow.”

  “And get her incredibly aroused.” Lucas’s voice had lowered. Deepened.

  Caleb smiled down at her, removing his finger from her clit, using both thumbs to stroke her nipples. “She’s aroused but scared of the pain.” He nibbled at her bottom lip. “Once we get past that, she’ll be fine.”

  Pulling her hands from Devlin and Lucas, she fisted them in Caleb’s hair. “Just do it!”

  She hated that the threat of pain stood between her and the pleasure she craved.

  Even more, she hated showing any weakness.

  Caleb brushed his fingertip over her clit, smiling when she gasped. “Who the hell did you call, Stormy?”

  Closing his hand over her uncuffed one, Devlin brought it to his chest. “Caleb can do this for hours, darlin’. I think you’d better answer his question.”

  Lucas slid his hand from her inner thigh to her bottom, his finger gathering her juices and slipping unerringly to her puckered opening. “Now, Stormy.”

  It took incredible effort, but she stopped bucking her hips, scared that she would accidentally take Lucas’s finger inside.

  Sucking in a breath when he began to apply pressure, Stormy met Devlin’s low chuckle with a glare and turned her attention to Lucas. “Damn it. You would do it, wouldn’t you?”

  “In a heartbeat.”

  Caleb groaned and moved from between her thighs. “Devlin, hold on to her. I gotta get undressed and put a condom on.”

  Devlin grinned. “With pleasure.” Hooking an arm under her other leg, he grinned down at her. “No escape, baby.”

  As soon as Caleb moved away, Lucas pulled her other knee back, pressing his fi
ngertip slightly into her. “One.”

  Chills raced through her, fear swept aside at the possessive heat in Lucas’s eyes. “Okay. Okay.” Alarmed at her own dark desires, she moaned when another rush of moisture escaped.

  Her bottom clenched, the awareness Lucas had awakened there startling.

  Mortified that something so naughty and erotic could excite her, she struggled to steady her breathing and keep her ass and pussy from clenching.

  Watching a now naked Caleb roll on a condom, Stormy sucked in a breath, a cry escaping when Devlin began to stroke her nipple again.

  A light film of perspiration covered her skin, the heat inside her spreading and sizzling just beneath the surface.

  Fighting to remain still, she trembled, the threat of Lucas pushing his finger deeper into her ass no longer as frightening.

  Lucas ran a thumb over her clit, moving the fingertip inside her in a slow circle, the barrage of sensations so intense she struggled to breathe. “Two.”

  Caleb moved between her thighs, poising the head of his cock at her slick entrance. “Talk, Stormy.”

  Pushing against Lucas’s and Devlin’s hold on her thighs, Stormy lifted herself in an attempt to get Caleb’s cock inside her, her movement shifting Lucas’s finger inside her in a way that made her bottom hole sting.

  Sucking in a breath, Stormy lowered herself again. “Kathy. It was Kathy.”

  Lucas slid his finger free, caressing her puckered opening as if he knew that it stung, but it only made her want more attention there. “Your roommate?”

  “Yes!” She groaned when Caleb covered her body with his, taking her face between his hands.

  Sliding his fingers over her temple, he pushed her damp hair back. “Look at me, Stormy.”

  The combination of tenderness and demand in his voice settled the last of her fears, and looking up at him, she smiled to let him know that she wanted it.

  “I want you. Take me, Caleb.”

  His big body shuddered over hers. “It’s gonna hurt a bit, but I promise that it’ll be over soon. Once I’m inside you, I won’t move until you tell me to. Okay?”

  Feeling more confident by the second, she wrapped her now freed legs around him and lifted herself, sucking in a breath when it forced the head of his cock more firmly against her. “I trust you. Just do it. I hate being afraid. Oh!”

  The sting brought back a barrage of memories, memories that melted away at the whispered reassurance and gentle hands moving over her.

  Her pussy clenched on Caleb’s cock, making her stiffen in expectation of more pain.

  His cock felt harder and hotter than she’d expected, but when he kept his promise and remained still, she gradually began to relax.

  Instinctively pushing against him, Stormy struggled to adjust to the incredible fullness, relaxing even more when she felt his body tremble with the effort of remaining still.

  Caleb crooned to her, his lips brushing her temples. “I won’t move, Stormy. The pain’s over. No more. Now there’s nothing but pleasure.”

  Lucas and Devlin each caressed her shoulders, both men watching her, their eyes gleaming with indulgence, affection, and a hunger that left her breathless.

  Gripping Caleb’s shoulders, she met his gaze, experimentally clenching on his cock. A moan escaped at the fullness, and her arousal reignited with a vengeance.

  Rubbing her feet over his tight ass, she smiled at his groan and hardened features, feeling closer to him than ever. “Move, Caleb.”

  Raising himself slightly, he braced himself on his elbows, his lips twitching. “Bossy woman.”

  Cupping the back of her head with one large hand, he began to move, watching her intently.

  Although aware that both Lucas and Devlin stayed close, Stormy found herself lost in the feel of Caleb.

  Strength and heat surrounded her, Caleb’s cock filling her and creating a delicious friction with every smooth stroke.

  She felt secure in his firm hold while his gentle caress and sharp attention made her feel cared for in a way that filled her with confidence.

  The brief initial pain had become a distant memory as the pleasure continued to build.

  Closing her hands on Caleb’s biceps, she lifted into his thrusts, crying out when he began to move faster.

  Shifting his weight slightly, he slid a hand under her, lifting her into his thrusts.

  Lost in sensation, she moaned in pleasure at the fullness.

  At the incredible friction against her inner walls, each stroke of his hot cock sending her closer and closer to the edge.

  She’d expected to feel taken and vulnerable, but she hadn’t expected to feel the feminine power at the knowledge that she pleased her lover.

  “Careful, Caleb.”

  Even though the concern in Lucas’s voice warmed her, Stormy was too close to coming to want Caleb to take it easy.

  “No.” Digging her heels into Caleb’s tight butt, she lifted herself, pumping her hips. “Don’t you dare fucking be careful. Take me like you mean it!”

  Caleb paused, slowing his strokes and staring down at her as if to make sure she was really okay.

  Nothing could have made her want him more.

  Cupping his face, she smiled. “I need it. I’m not afraid. It feels so good. Please. Take me like you mean it.”

  Caleb’s reaction proved far more than she could have hoped for.

  The hand supporting her head fisted in her hair, the hand under her bottom firming. Staring down at her, he changed the angle of his thrusts. “Oh, I mean it, baby.”

  Stormy gasped, the sharp intensity of sensation rendering her helpless.

  Caleb held her, driving her ruthlessly to the edge and flinging her over in a mind-numbing ecstasy that had her clinging to him for support.

  “That’s it. Jesus, baby. You’re killing me.”

  Her own cries drowned out whatever else he said, the deep voices coming from either side of her not penetrating the world of sensation.

  She felt only Caleb’s heat and heard only his groan of completion and, when he lifted her face to his and kissed her, finding an intimacy she hadn’t been prepared for.

  Pressing her face against his neck, she breathed in the scent of him, struggling to regain the distance she desperately needed.

  Murmuring softly to her, Caleb wrapped his arms around her, gathering her close. “You’re incredible, baby.” Lifting his head, he smiled down at her, his hooded gaze filled with both possessiveness and an affection that brought a lump to her throat. “I’m gonna do whatever it takes to keep you.”

  Saying nothing, Stormy moaned and closed her eyes, for the first time realizing that the intimacy between them added a level of danger that was far more terrifying than she could have ever anticipated.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Well aware that Stormy lay awake, Caleb snuck another glance at her to find her staring at the ceiling.

  “Is something bothering you?”

  “No.”

  Lying flat on her back, she hadn’t moved in a while, and he could almost hear her mind working.

  Caleb glanced over her head to meet Devlin’s gaze. “Are you sore, baby?”

  He knew that soaking in a bathtub would have eased some of the soreness of losing her virginity, but the cabin only had showers.

  Although he’d tried to hold her under the spray to allow the warm water to ease some of her soreness, she’d been distracted and far too quiet.

  He knew damned well that she’d enjoyed their lovemaking, and the closeness between them afterward couldn’t be denied.

  Something had happened since then, and he wanted desperately to find out what.

  “No.” Kicking the covers aside, she scrambled from the bed, climbing over him in a rush.

  Wearing loose cotton pants and a tank top, she headed out of the room without a backward glance.

  She’d left her hair loose after their shower, and it pissed him off that it hid her features from him.

  Curs
ing under his breath, he climbed out of bed, grabbing the jeans he’d left draped over the footboard.

  Devlin started to rise. “I’ll get her.”

  “No.” Caleb shook his head and started after her. “She’s been quiet ever since I took her. I need to be the one to figure out what’s going on in that hard head. She’s not one to open up, and we’re gonna have to figure out the key to getting our answers.”

  Devlin climbed out of bed, reaching for his own jeans. “Erin’s the same way. Duncan usually pisses her off enough to start an argument and it all comes out.”

  Caleb sighed. “Not sure if that’ll work with Stormy, and I’m nervous about her getting too pissed off and taking off again.” He left the room, striding down the hallway and through the living room, his bare feet not making a sound on the hardwood floor.

  He heard the refrigerator door open and close, and pausing at the doorway, watched her reach into the cabinet for a glass.

  She turned to Lucas, who sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee and working on the laptop.

  “You know, it pisses me off that you won’t include me in this.”

  Lucas watched her, sliding a questioning look in Caleb’s direction before sitting back with a frown. “You made a call after you were told not to and then didn’t want to tell us about it. We can’t trust you.”

  Shaking his head, Caleb shrugged and sighed, turning his attention back to Stormy.

  “And I’m supposed to trust you?”

  Lucas raised a brow at that. “We mean what we say and say what we mean. None of us have ever lied to you. You know what to expect and know damned well that you’re safe with us.”

  Pouring herself a glass of juice, Stormy turned to look at Lucas over her shoulder. “I don’t appreciate being sidelined. Want some?”

  Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “Sure. You’re too unpredictable. You don’t trust us enough to be honest with us. Therefore we can’t trust you. You go off half-cocked to tackle a man who outweighed you by a hundred pounds.”

  “Yeah, but I got him, didn’t I?”

  “We’re a team, Stormy, and you’re sure as hell not a team player.” Lucas sipped his coffee, staring at her over the rim of the cup. “You don’t let anyone know what you’re thinking, what you have planned, or what you’ve done. You’re still hiding things from us, like why you called your roommate.”