by Linzi Basset
“What do you mean?”
“Mason, Logan and me, sharing our women with each other.”
Alexis frowned. “Even after we’re married?”
“Yes, luv. Even then.”
“You mean swinging?”
“Yes, but limited to the three of us only. Before you rush into answering, you have to realize that the feelings you’ve developed for Mason and Logan would be the same as I’ll develop for whoever they choose as their life mates. It’s never only going to be just sex, Alexis but you’ll be the only one with the key to my heart.”
Alexis pondered over what Noah was saying. She’d come to care very deeply for Mason and Logan; maybe she could even label it as love but different to what she felt for Noah.
“I know you’re possessive, luv, which is why it’s important to me that you understand the dynamics of our relationship. It’s similar to swinging but because we’re so close, it will be more intense, more focused on emotions than just experiencing sexual pleasure. For all of us. That’s what you need to wrap your head around. I know you love Mason and Logan and I expected that to happen. To me, that’s our lives coming full circle; not a threat of losing you to one of them, because I know you love me with your body, heart and soul. You need to feel that about me too, Alexis, otherwise this will never work.”
She leaned in to kiss him gently. “I do trust you, Noah, with everything in me and yes, I am possessive, which is why I’d be uncomfortable if you’re with their women outside of a . . . I don’t know what to call it, group session? Maybe over time that will change but for now, I want to be there when you’re with her.”
“Even if it happens to be Rachel?”
“Yes. Especially if it’s Rachel.”
“I’m more than willing to let you set the pace, luv, especially in the beginning, until you’re comfortable with the change.”
Noah ran his palms over the rounded curves of her breasts, rubbing the peaks until they stood taut against the silk shirt she was wearing.
“You’ve made me very happy, Alexis. Not only because you’re willing to adapt to my lifestyle but because you’ve come to trust me. Unfortunately, rewarding you, like I’m aching to do, will have to wait until tonight. I have a meeting with human resources.”
“Hmm, not even a few minutes to pay some attention to the girls?” she pouted prettily, pushing her throbbing nipples deeper into his hands.
Noah looked down, his gaze intense and thoughtful. “Well, seeing as you’re asking so nicely,” he rumbled before his hands curled around her waist to lift her higher. His lips latched onto a nipple through her red silk blouse and sucked.
“Noah! Not like that. God, that feels good. Stop! I can’t walk out of here with wet patches over my tits,” she wailed but curved her back to push the taut nub deeper into his mouth, moaning as he nibbled on it. Raw need pierced her loins, her lower body throbbed with arousal.
He ignored her cries and continued to torture her with teasing nips and tugs. Her clit pulsed, with the erratic desire coursing through her.
“Noah, rub my clit, please. I need to come. Ooh! Fuck,” she cried out when he bit into her nipple and shook his head. She moaned when he treated the other with the same torturous pleasure. The passion simmering in her loins threatened to boil over.
“No. You will not come. Not until I tell you to. Is that clear, luv?”
Noah loved how Alexis reacted to him. Wild and uncontrolled.
“I love to see your passion turn raw, luv,” he said as he rotated his hips, rubbing his turgid shaft erotically against her.
“Oh, my god,” she cried, tossing her head back. She felt lightheaded and disoriented by the sensations he loosened inside her. “Noah, please,” she pleaded, rubbing her clit hard against his tumescence.
He watched her through narrowed eyes, a smile on his lips. “Keep going, my pet. Rub harder, but don’t come.”
Noah’s hand was still tangled in her hair. He pulled her head back to gaze into her eyes while she orbited her hips against him. Her whimpers weakened his resolve but he was enjoying her mindless rapture too much.
“Ooh, no . . . I have to stop. I can’t—”
“Harder, Alexis. Good girl, now don’t come,” he warned and then bit into her nipple again, shaking his head, his eyes glimmered with pleasure as he watched her twist and thrash on his lap.
“Oh fuck. Oh god,” Alexis wailed as myriad sensations assailed her, leaving her breathless. She felt her muscles clench, fed by the insurmountable stimuli that built the pressure inside her. “I’m so close, Noah, please,” she begged, blinded with lust.
Noah lifted his head and gently squeezed her breasts while flicking his thumbs over her hard nipples.
“We’ll continue this later tonight, my love.” Noah pushed her off his lap and straightened his pants while Alexis slumped against the desk, desperately trying to find her composure.
“You are an evil man, Noah Harris,” Alexis complained when she finally managed to straighten her rubbery legs. Her nipples throbbed from the erotic bites. Her clitoris pulsed with a fervent need to climax.
“Come in,” Noah called out at the brief knock on the door, chuckling at Alexis’ shriek. She folded her arms over her breasts to hide the two large wet patches he’d left deliberately, knowing she had to walk back to her own office—two floors down.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I will get you for this, Noah. You just wait and see.”
“Now, that’s the kind of promise I’ll make sure you keep, luv,” he said with a broad smile and then under the watchful eyes of the HR team, he pulled Alexis into his arms and kissed her.
Alexis took twice as long to get back to her own office. Her legs wouldn’t cooperate and her demanding body continued to pulse for a climax.
Goddammit. It’s going to be a long afternoon!
Rachel was waiting for her in the office when she walked in.
“Hey, girl, what's up? You look agitated.” Alexis probed when Rachel continued to pace in front of the window after sparing a brief glance in her direction.
Alexis quickly found one of the spare shirts she kept in her office and slipped it on. It wouldn’t do for her staff to notice her wanton behavior during office hours. It also wouldn’t do for one of the bosses to set a precedent for mixing business with pleasure.
“I have to tell you something. Promise me you won’t be mad at me,” Rachel said in a rush.
“Sit down, Rachel. You’re making my head spin,” Alexis said, watching her pace back and forth, wringing her hands.
“I can’t sit. I need to . . . damn it, Alexis, I just had a threesome in Mason’s office,” she blurted out. She sat down, but snorted at the broad smile on Alexis’ face, jumped up and started pacing again. Her hands fluttered in the air. “And Noah was there,” she mumbled, slanting a quick glance at Alexis.
She sat down again, leaning forward to explain earnestly, “But he didn’t participate. He just watched.” She frowned as she thought back. “He said something about talking to you first . . . you’re not angry, are you?”
“Relax, girlfriend. Noah and I just had a long talk. He told me about it. And no, I’m not upset. I would’ve been if he had participated and not told me in advance.” She shrugged. “You know how possessive I am, Rachel and we already spoke about this. I knew it was bound to happen at some point.”
“Don’t I know it. I’m not sure what to do, Lex. How to explain what I feel, but fuck! It felt soooo good. And it bothers me, it really does, that at some point I had a thought, more a wish really, that Noah would join in.”
Rachel kept her eyelids lowered at the confession, worried about Alexis’ reaction.
“Well, my man is one gorgeous hunk. I don’t blame you for having those thoughts, especially as I feel the same about Mason and Logan. Relax, Rachel. I told Noah earlier that I can’t very well have double standards. I love that he shares me with Mason and Logan. Shit, having a foursome with them is mind blowing but I have to warn y
ou, I told Noah I want to be there when it happens with other women. So, the day he does partake with Mason and Logan, I’ll be there to watch. Hell, maybe even participate.”
“You won’t mind sharing him with other women? You, of all people?”
“Not any other women per se, Rachel. It’s you. Noah wants us to have a swinging relationship but limited to just us. Until, Logan finds that special someone as well but we’ll cross that bridge later. You need to realize that I’ve come to love Mason and Logan too. But understand, not in the same way I love Noah.”
“This seems so complicated and yet it’s not. It’s just so new to me, Alexis. It’s too soon!”
“They’re Dominants, Rachel. They know what they want. I got the spiel on my first night with them. They’ve sown their wild oats, so to speak. They’re ready for the right woman, all guns blazing.” Alexis laughed at the expression of Rachel’s face. “So, my darling friend, you better be prepared because they play dirty.”
“What do you mean?” Rachel asked with trepidation.
“You won’t just have Mason to deal with. Now that he’s made his intentions known, the other two will fight just as hard to make you see he’s the right match for you too.”
“Oh, fucking hell. I don’t know if I can handle this, Lex. What if I fuck it up? Then it’s not just my heart that gets broken but my entire career will go down the drain too.”
“Stop being so pessimistic, Rachel.” Alexis noticed how she pressed her lips together and looked everywhere but at her.
“Out with it. What’s going on? You’ve always been the stronger one of the three of us. You were the one who guided me and Shanna and helped us become the people we are today. It was your belief and your ability to rise above emotional abuse of your parents that made us strong and believe in ourselves. Why don’t you, all of a sudden?”
“Put down that knife, child. You are such a klutz you’re likely to cut your fingers off.”
“Mom, I know how to peel an orange,” ten-year-old Rachel defended herself as she deftly finished what she’d set out to do.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Here. Let me do that,” her mother ripped the orange and the knife from her hands and cut it into segments.
“I can do it, Mother.”
“Shut your mouth, you ungrateful brat. You’ve never been able to do anything without our help. You can’t even learn how to ride a bike. You have to accept it, child. You are useless.”
“Rachel! Bury those ghosts.” Alexis’ sharp order yanked her from the memories that had been hounding her forever.
“You’ve proven how good you are. You’re a two-star Michelin chef, for god’s sake.” Alexis walked around the desk and hugged her from behind. “I almost allowed my parents to ruin my life. You’ve stood up to yours for thirty-two years. Don’t let them stand in the way of taking the biggest step for your own happiness now.”
“I can ride a bike, Mother. Lex taught me. You’re just never around to see—”
Crack!
Rachel couldn’t hold back the tears that ran down her cheek from the painful slap. Her cheek burned like fire.
“You will not talk to me like that. Don’t ever forget that you are what you are because of me. If I’m not around, you are nothing. Remember, child. You breathe air because I allow you too.”
That had been the first time her mother had lifted her hand against her. It had become her most painful memory and from that point, her most dreadful secret. That slap had unfurled the abusive side of her mother. She’d never told anyone. Not even Alexis or Shanna. It had been her burden to carry. Her shame.
“I’m trying, Lex, believe me I am, but since I moved here, it’s been hounding me more than ever. Like they’re right here watching, looking over my shoulder, just waiting for me to fuck up so they can say, ‘We told you so’.”
“You’ve not made any mistakes, Rachel. Jason was a douchebag—a loser, which none of us realized at the time. It was part of your emotional growth. To be honest, I’m glad it happened. It taught you a valuable lesson in life.”
“You’re right. I need to put it behind me.”
“Exactly. So, from this moment forth, you concentrate on your future and ultimately, it’ll be our future. Mason is a terrific man, Rachel, but he has his own demons to deal with. Don’t walk away from this opportunity to be the woman you were meant to be. Loving, caring and filled with compassion for life and humanity. Give him the chance to show you how wonderful love can be. How enlightening. Do you know why, Rachel?”
Rachel was too choked up by the images Alexis’ words conjured up in her mind, so she shook her head.
“Love can free you from all the past wrongs, shackles and chains holding you back. Fight for that and he’ll be there to support you every step of the way.”
“A chef? Hahaha, you? Are you that desperate to prove to everyone what a failure you are? No, child, I’m not wasting my money. You’ll be nothing more than a pretty face all your life.
Rachel was devastated by her father’s words. Her dreams came crumbling down faster than a ton of bricks.
“You are such a disappointment, Samuel,” Rachel’s grandmother snapped at her father. “A disgrace to the Cooper name.” She turned to the crestfallen young girl. “Let’s go Rachel. Nana will pay for this. Like I’ve done all these years.” She pressed her face against Rachel’s. “I believe in you, my darling. Believe in yourself and together we will conquer.”
“I’ve been fighting for that my entire life, Lex and I’m tired. I don’t know if I have it in me anymore. They won’t let go. Even in my dreams.”
“Enough. I will not allow you to give over. Come on, Rachel. Just look back at your life. You have a successful career and I swear if you say that they got you your first job, I will slap you silly. Gordon Radcliff is a businessman and he wouldn’t have given you the job if he didn’t believe in you. You own a house—bought with your own money—a fancy sports car and you have numerous accolades to your credit. And it was all you. You know it and I know it. They can never take that away from you.”
Rachel straightened her shoulders. She offered Alexis a confident smile.
“I am a good chef. Fuck that, I am one of the best there is. You’re right; I have to overcome this insecurity about myself. Nana believes in me, you and Shanna too. I can love someone and be loved for the person I am. Me, Rachel Melinda Cooper.”
She got up and hugged Alexis before she walked to the door. She hesitated and smiled at Alexis.
“Thanks, Lex. I needed that pep talk. I know I’m worthy of Mason and I believe he’s the man I’ve been waiting for my entire live.” She sobered. “He does things to me. Not just my womanly, tingling bits, but my heart too. It races whenever I sense his presence.”
She opened the door with flourish. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and winked at Alexis.
“Now, it’s war . . . one I aim to win. Not just over my demons, but Mason Walker’s heart, first and foremost.”
She disappeared, only to pop her head around the door again to say, tongue-in-cheek, “After I’ve fucked his brains out, of course.”
Chapter Five
Dreams take you on a journey where you have your own world in which your desires come alive. It allows you to be who you want to be. Rachel had come to hate dreams, especially the ones that woke her up quivering and shaking in the throes of passion.
“He’s the devil! How else can he control my desires even in sleep?” Rachel muttered irritably. She was annoyed that she was still craving his body after the soul-destroying sex she’d had the previous afternoon. It was time to gain control over her wayward libido. She had to, if she wanted to keep her sanity.
She glanced at the digital clock sitting on the bedside table.
“Two in the morning, ugh! I’ll never be able to fall asleep now.” A thought crossed her mind and with a devilish grin she dialed Mason’s number. “If I can’t sleep, why should he?”
“Let me guess, your pussy is demand
ing a taste of this old man’s hard cock.”
Rachel opened her lips to respond but the words got caught in her throat when she heard a low murmur that sounded like a woman.
“Well, it doesn’t matter now. You’re obviously preoccupied with other things.”
She ended the call. “Fucking insatiable, horny old goat. Fucking me wasn’t enough. No, he had to go and dip his ancient cock into another pussy,” she mumbled, trying her best to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat.
“I guess there’s no help for it. I’ll just ignore my damn libido.”
The fire in the fireplace had died long ago and Rachel always turned the central heating off when she went to bed, which left the cottage a bit chilly. It didn’t deter her from standing under icy-cold water for ten minutes, until the throbbing demand in her loins receded.
“See, Mr. Casanova? All it took was a little cold water to wash away the memory of your touch,” she grumbled while wrapping a large towel around her body. She brushed her hair and pushed her feet into her bright yellow emoji slippers before trotting to the kitchen for some hot chocolate.
Rachel’s breath faltered when there was a sudden loud rap on the door. For a moment she didn’t move, just stared at the door, like she might detect who was on the other side. When she walked closer to peek through the peephole, her body began to quiver.
“Shit! What is he doing here?” she whispered as her eyes confirmed what her body had already sensed.
“Open the door, Rachel. I can see you through the window.”
Mason’s voice was dry, but what annoyed her was the amusement she could hear vibrating in the deep tones.
“Go away. Or better yet, go back to that floozy who was having a taste of your hard cock!”
“Even I wouldn’t dare calling Alexis a floozy,” he responded with a chuckle.
She yanked open the door so hard, it slammed against the wall with a loud bang. Her eyes were as sharp as razors.
“Alexis? You fucked me this afternoon and now you—omph! You are nothing but a horny libertine! Go away, Mason Walker.”
He ignored her and shouldered his way past her. She was still sputtering indignantly when he closed the door. The key turned in the lock, sounding ominous in the sudden silence.
