Desire Unleashed [Desire, Oklahoma 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Hoyt lowered his fork and looked up. “I want her. I love her so damned much that it scares me sometimes. But, I don’t want to come between the two of you. I’d hoped that you’d moved here, knowing that one day I’d be back for her. I’d hoped she knew that, too. I was arrogant enough to be surprised when I met resistance. I should have expected it. A lot of time has gone by. I just hope like hell it hasn’t been too much time.”
Jake smiled. “It hasn’t.” Raising a brow, he lifted his bottle. “You know she’s going to test you, don’t you? She’s going to have to see how far she can push you before you throw in the towel and leave.”
Hoyt grinned and started eating again. “I’m looking forward to it. She’s not going to be able to get rid of me. I’m here to stay.”
Jake nodded, grinning. “Good. You might not believe this, but I like having you around. I always had a feeling that you’d be back and want to be with her, but I have to admit, I never thought you’d want to share her.”
Hoyt frowned. “You figured I’d try to take her away from you?” He shook his head. “First of all, that would never happen. She loves you too much to leave you, and I love her too much to try to make her choose.”
Hoyt grinned. “Besides, I’ve missed you, too. We were always so close that we knew what the other was thinking. I’ve missed that.”
Jake smiled, some of the tightness in his stomach easing. “We’re going to need that, and need to stick together more than ever now.” Gesturing toward Hoyt’s plate, he got to his feet to get two more beers. “Eat up. You’re going to need your energy. I think both of us are going to have our hands full with her.”
Hoyt’s slow grin reminded Jake of the young man he’d known years ago. “There’s nothing I’d rather have my hands filled with.”
Chapter Eleven
The warmth registered at first, followed almost immediately by the scent of delicious male.
Jake.
Firm muscle wrapped around her.
The familiar slide of hot, devious hands creating a light friction as they moved over her.
Gentleness. Tenderness. Heat.
She smiled, her body already trembling with the stirring of arousal. Running her hand over his chest, she kept her eyes closed, a soft moan escaping at the feel of his lips over her shoulder.
She treasured these quiet moments, the private time they carved out for each other before the day started.
Smiling at the feel of her husband’s lips against her hair, Nat snuggled closer, sliding her hand lower to trace her fingers over the underside of his cock. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, baby.” His sleep-roughened voice never failed to thrill her, the gruff tone as potent to her senses as his silky drawl.
His cock jumped against her hand, and with a groan, he trailed his fingertips up her arm to her shoulder and down to the outer curve of her breast. “Soft. Pliant. Warm. Legs spread to make a place for me.” He scraped his teeth over her jaw, sending a shiver through her. “The only thing that would make this more perfect is if you were naked.”
Nat smiled as he rolled to his side, taking her with him. “Hmm. Wait a minute. I never wear a nightgown to bed.”
Almost immediately, memories of the previous night came rushing back.
Jerking upright, she lifted her gaze to Jake’s. Her heart skipped a beat to find him staring down at her, his hair disheveled and lying over his forehead, giving him a rakish look. “Hoyt? Did he come home?” She sucked in a breath when the bed shifted and a hard arm came around her from behind.
An equally hard body curled around her and pressed against her from her shoulders to the backs of her knees. “Yes, he did.” With a hand around her middle holding her close, Hoyt pressed his lips against her neck, making her shiver under Jake’s watchful gaze. “And he’s already had his coffee and showered, and after lying next to you all night, has been waiting impatiently for you to wake up.”
The rush of anticipation and awareness hit her hard. Her stomach muscles tightened under the hand Hoyt slid lower, a rush of moisture escaping to dampen her panties just as Hoyt slid his fingers into them. With a groan, she buried her face against Jake’s chest, hiding a smile. “Oh, hell, another morning person.”
Hoyt’s hand slid over her mound, his breath warm on her shoulder. “You went to sleep so early last night that I thought you’d be up before now.”
Jake stiffened and shifted beside her, rolling her to her back. Lifting her face to his, he studied her eyes, his gaze narrowed and sharp. “She hasn’t been sleeping well. It’s my fault. She’s been lying awake at night, worried about the distance between us. I didn’t know what to say to ease her mind, since I didn’t know if you were really going to come here or not, and I didn’t want to upset her more, so I said nothing.”
Holding her gaze, he touched his lips to hers. “It was a mistake on my part, and one that won’t be repeated. She slept like a baby between us, didn’t she?”
Nat didn’t get a chance to reply, melting under the heat of his kiss.
It was a kiss meant to overwhelm—and it did.
A kiss meant to possess, a kiss designed to brand.
And it did.
The kind of kiss that tore through her resistance with ease and made her soft and pliable under his touch.
Her Master’s kiss.
Lifting his head, he studied her features, a small smile tugging at his lips when she lifted her head in an effort to close the distance between them again. With a hand pressed against her shoulder, he prevented it, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “I’m going to have to take better care of her in the future. Yesterday morning I saw that I’ve been too easy on her. I’m going to have to take her into the playroom more often, and be a little more demanding than I’ve been. To bring the edge back that she loves so much. To show her how much I need her. To remind her what she means to me.”
Nat gulped, her clit tingling at the erotic threat—the erotic promise—in his eyes.
Desperate to touch her husband, she lifted her hand to place it on his chest, sucking in a breath at Hoyt’s sharp tug to her nipple.
Jake took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips, his eyes flaring. “The three of us can spend the day together, exploring some of those needs.”
“And see if we can create new ones.” Hoyt worked the material of her gown over her head and tossed it aside, groaning and gathering her closer. “I’ve waited a long time to make love to her, and I can’t wait any longer.” His hand moved over her breast, her nipple beading under his palm. “God, she feels so good.”
Jake smiled faintly and moved the covers aside, his gaze lowering to watch Hoyt manipulate her nipple. “I’m going to go get some coffee, and give the two of you some time alone.”
Bending again, he touched his lips to hers. Tapping his finger over her other nipple, he lifted his head and smiled. “Stop looking so worried. I’m not going very far, and you’re in safe hands.”
Hoyt closed his fingers over her nipple just as the door closed behind Jake. “He’s upset because he doesn’t think he can protect you the way I did at the bank.”
Nat stilled, concern for Jake mingling with the need Hoyt’s expert fingers created. “How do you know?”
Hoyt’s lips moved over her shoulder, a hard thigh pushing between her thighs and forcing them apart. “I could tell by the way he looked last night. The way he talked.” Lifting his head, he pushed her hair back from her forehead and stared into her eyes. “Yesterday morning, I could see how much your response excited him. You excited both of us. He’s going to expect even more from you now that he feels that he’s been neglecting your needs.”
Biting back a moan, Nat arched into him, rubbing her slit against his hair-roughened thigh and pushed her breast more firmly against his palm. “Jake has never neglected me. Never.”
Turning her to her back, Hoyt rid her of her panties, covered her body with his and spread her thighs, making a place for himself between them. Staring down
Wrapping her legs around him, Nat moaned and pushed against his cock, her pussy clenching with the need to have him inside her. “I always give Jake what he needs. He always gives me what I need, too. Are you going to take me, or are you going to talk all day?”
Hoyt’s eyes narrowed, his eyes darkening. “Oh, I’m definitely going to take you. I need to wear a condom with you, remember? Or would you like to get pregnant again?”
The thought of having another baby, this time when Hoyt would be there to see her through her pregnancy sent a thrill through her, but reality had her shaking her head. “I’m too old to start over with diapers, and juggling you and Jake is going to take all of my time.”
Bracing himself on an elbow, Hoyt slid his hand up her body to cup her breast, his eyes glittering with a combination of male satisfaction and hunger. “I’m fine with that. I want every minute with you I can get. I never thanked you for having my baby, did I?” Sliding a hand under her neck, he gathered her close. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for giving me a son.”
Incredibly moved, Nat blinked back tears she hadn’t expected. “You’re welcome. You don’t mind that we don’t have another?” She hated the thought of what it might do to Jake.
Reaching over, he retrieved a condom from the bedside table, grinning as he ripped it open. “Not at all. Right now, I’m just grateful to have you back in my life.”
He shifted slightly to roll on the condom, eyeing her steadily. “I’m not going anywhere.” He covered her body with his again, fitting the head of his cock against her pussy opening. Fisting her hair in his hand, he pulled it aside and bent to nuzzle her cheek. “I’ve missed you so damned much. I’ve dreamed about having you just like this for years. Warm. Soft. Your legs wrapped around me. Heaven.”
The desperation and hunger in his raw tone thrilled her, fueling her own desperation.
Pressing her heels to his tight butt, Nat lifted her hips, sucking in a breath when he thrust into her with one smooth stroke. “Hoyt!”
He paused, holding himself still as he studied her features. “Yes. It’s me. After all these years, I’m inside you again. God, I’ve thought of this so many times. If I find out this is a dream, I’m gonna be mad as hell.”
Nat’s soft laughter ended in a moan. “You’re not dreaming. You move differently. You feel different, but there’s something so familiar about the way you hold me.”
“I know what it feels like to lose you now.” Twining his fingers with hers, he pressed the back of her hands against the pillow, his eyes daring her to object. The gentle dominance of the act, and the thrill of his slow, firm thrusts had her writhing beneath him, her excitement growing when he merely raised a brow, not budging at all. “I won’t lose you again.”
His eyes narrowed and sharpened, the anger in them stirring a primitive and raw edge to their lovemaking. “I spent years so furious with you for not coming with me—telling myself that if you’d really loved me, you would have married me and come with me without hesitation.”
“What? You—” Nat tried to break his hold so that she could smack him, but he held firm, his eyes flaring with delight at her struggle as though he welcomed the opportunity to vent some of his frustration.
A muscle worked in his jaw. “I blamed you for a long time, and did whatever I could to get over you. Nothing worked. You were in my fucking blood. You’ve always been in my blood.”
Struck by his admission, Nat stared up at him in wonder. “Hoyt, I never knew—”
He withdrew and thrust deep again, his entire body trembling. “Of course you didn’t know. I couldn’t let you see that just being in the same room with you was both heaven and hell.” His deep, growling tone rumbled through his chest and vibrated over her. He withdrew until just the head of his cock remained inside her, and plunged deep again, stealing her breath. “I wanted to forget you.” He plunged again.
And again.
“I wanted to stay away from you, but every time I could get away, I got here as fast as I could. I kept telling myself that it was to see my son, but I knew the truth. I couldn’t stay away from you and it pissed me off.”
Despite the gentleness of his lips moving over her face, the anger in his voice and in his movements couldn’t be mistaken.
Tightening his fingers on hers, he slid almost all the way out of her, brushing her lips with his as he thrust deep again. “At times, I hated you.” Another thrust. “I couldn’t forget you.” Another. “I couldn’t stop loving you.” Holding himself deep, he stared into her eyes. “I couldn’t fucking stay away from you.”
Touched, humbled, and feeling guilty for not realizing the pain she’d caused him, Nat rubbed her cheek against his jaw. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I never meant for you to think that I didn’t love you. I’ve always loved you.”
Looking up at him, she studied his features. “We both made mistakes, Hoyt. We were both young and stupid.” Trembling with hunger and love for him, she took a shuddering breath, her heart pounding with something that felt suspiciously like panic. “Are you going to be able to get past all that? Are we going to be able to do this without the past getting in the way?”
A muscle worked in his jaw. “We have to.” He released her hands and ran his fingers over her temples, his eyes darkening. “I can’t live without you, baby. I’ve just been existing. I need you too damned much to let anything get in the way of having you in my life again.”
Nat cried out at his rapid thrusts. “It’ll work. We’ll make it work. Oh, God!”
Every sigh, every breath, every soft groan was precious to her.
They’d been good together in the past, but the chemistry between them now stunned her. “Hoyt. Oh, God! I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you’re here.”
Blinking back tears at the rush of emotion, she dug her fingertips into his shoulders. “I can’t believe we’re together again.”
She loved Jake and would never be happy without him in her life, but she’d yearned for Hoyt, a selfish fantasy she never would have asked for, or even admitted to.
To suddenly find herself with both men she loved seemed like a dream come true.
“Believe it.” His low groan thrilled her. Sliding his hand under her, and between her shoulder blades, he lifted her against him, his light brown eyes appearing golden as if lit from within. “You’re mine again, and you’re staying that way.”
Watching her face, Hoyt thrust deep, the possessiveness in his eyes sharper than ever. “After all these years, you’re mine again, and I’m never letting you go.”
“Oh, God.” Tightening her legs around him, she rocked her hips in time to his thrusts, crying out as the tension and sizzling heat grew stronger.
So good.
So hot.
She couldn’t stop clenching on his cock, her cries becoming more desperate as the warning tingles became stronger. Another cry escaped when he stopped moving, leaving her teetering on the edge. “No!”
Her eyes flew open, her first thought that he’d already found his release.
One look at the fierce hunger in his eyes told her that he hadn’t.
Moving against him, Nat punched his shoulder, digging her heels into his butt to lift herself against him. “Move, damn it! I’m so close.”
Hoyt’s grip tightened, his eyes glittering. “Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I don’t feel the way your sweet pussy quivers around my cock, or that you kept clamping down on me like you wanted to pull me deeper? I’ve dreamed of this for too long to let it end so quickly.”
Fisting a hand in her hair, he pulled her head back, his expression hard as he began to move again. “I’ve spent years trying to forget you. Years!”
Staring into her eyes, he withdrew, and with a groan, slid deep again. “I teased and tormented other women the way I wanted to tease and torment you. I made them scream with pleasure the way I wanted to make you scream. I made them beg the way I wanted you to beg.”
Fighting the jealousy she had no right to feel, Nat shoved at him. “I don’t want to hear about your other women.”
Nipping at her bottom lip, he groaned again, thrusting several more times. “But they weren’t you. I wanted them to be you or to make me forget you, but nobody ever could. Nobody can satisfy me but you. Only you can make me feel this way, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you mindless with pleasure. It’s going to take me the rest of my life to do to you the things I’ve been imagining doing to you for years. I’m going to make you beg. Plead. Cry out your pleasure. I’m going to hear those sounds from you that I’ve been fantasizing about all these years.”
Nat hung on as his strokes came faster, thrilled and slightly alarmed at his anger.
“Hoyt, I’ve missed you, too.” It felt so good. So right to be in his arms again.
To have him inside her.
The hard feel of him filling her—the feel of him all around her—had her frantic with need, the promise of release only a heartbeat away. “I thought it was over for us.”
“Never. You and I will never be over.” He stopped thrusting to look down at her again, easily subduing her struggles to get him to move again. “You want to come, don’t you, baby?”
Fighting his hold, she bucked against him, frantic to ease the torment. “Please! Don’t do this to me.” Tears stung her eyes, the ache so intense, she would do anything to ease it. Thrashing her head from side to side, she closed her eyes and tried to buck against him.
“Look at me!”
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