by Kaliana Cole
He came up, chest heaving as he battled for air, his eyes darkly intense as he came over her, lowering her to the floor. He rose up, kneeling between her knees, looming over her with brooding sensuality.
With deliberate intent, he pulled the drawstring undone that secured her pants and stripped them off. One hand trapped her legs straight up in the air as he tossed her pants away. He caressed the length of both legs, avoiding her bandaged ankles.
With a demon’s smile he separated them, his eyes glued to the junction of her thighs. She was shaved but for a neat triangle at her apex. Plump petals pouted, engorged with desire. His finger traced her folds, slipping easily through the rich, warm welcome her body had laid out. She cried out as he skated over her clit. Moaned deep in her throat when he circled her entrance. And called his name so sweetly when he slid his finger into the snug grip of her cunt.
Her siren’s call beckoned him. He lowered his head, cupping her buttocks in two hands as he tasted her for the first time. A flick to taste. A long lick to savor. A deep, suckling kiss to feast.
He devoured her with consummate skill. Driving her higher and higher but not allowing her to fly. He licked, sucked, and gently nipped at her glistening pussy and thrust his tongue deep inside her. Her body provided more and more nectar for him to feast upon. He made himself comfortable, sprawling on the floor, propping up on his elbows. He could have savored her forever.
“Ty! Please let me come. I need to so bad, I can’t hold on any longer.” Her breathless voice beseeched him, and he found he was unable to deny her anything.
He slipped his thick finger high inside her, pressing it into her spongy front wall, feeling the rapid thump of a hidden pulse beneath his finger. He grazed her sensitized clit ever so gently with his teeth and then sucked, sucked sweet and long as he felt her gather, prepare to fly. He gripped the cheek of her ass tighter and then licked the bud he held captive in his mouth.
Emma flew.
Screaming soundlessly, she arched, mindlessly pushing toward him for more pressure. He obliged, rubbing deep inside her as he extended her pleasure. She ended on a throaty moan. That proved to be one stimulus too much for Ty’s tortured cock. He could only twitch, grinding against the hardwood floor as he spilled his seed.
He knew he should have been embarrassed about coming in his jeans like a green kid, but with the feel of her wet body on his fingers and the afterglow of orgasm, however tarnished, riding him, he couldn’t do anything but lay his head on her stomach and smile.
* * * *
Emma had her fingers entangled in his hair as she lay back on the thick rug, fine silky hair that her fingers could not get enough of touching. She could feel the corner of his mouth curl against the soft skin of her stomach. She used her grip to tilt his head so that she could see his face. The look of chagrined satisfaction made her smile. She had thought he was laying a little still for a man who hadn’t yet found release.
“Hmm, what happened? Did that legendary Whelan control slip a little?” she couldn’t help but tease.
“Slip? Darlin’, you ripped it to shreds,” he assured her, bringing a satisfied smile to her lips. He laid a kiss on her stomach as he lurched upright, extending his hand to help her up. “You need to get some clothes on before Colby drops our dinner all over the floor when he walks in that door, and I need a shower.” She followed his gaze to where a dark stain spread across his jeans.
“Impressive.”
“I’ll say. Most of it’s yours.” He stamped a hard kiss on her lips and headed for the shower.
* * * *
Emma had just done up the last button and sat down when Zach walked back in. His nostrils flared the moment he came through the door, scenting like a predator on the prowl. His eyebrows raised, but he didn’t mention anything, even when Emma turned bright red. From the heat of her face, she knew he could damn well see it.
“Where’s Colb?” He picked up the book he had been flicking through earlier.
“He went to Beth’s to pick up dinner.”
“And Ty?” She could see his amusement at her discomfort, the mockingly sardonic curl of mobile lips.
“In the shower.” That so wasn’t a squeak in her voice.
“He doesn’t usually shower in the middle of the afternoon.”
“He spilled something.” Not entirely incorrect.
Colby chose that moment to clatter back in. They heard him open the oven, followed by a bang and a curse. He came in rubbing his head. Emma nearly died of shame when he froze, nose flaring in exactly the same way Zach’s had earlier. Accusing eyes flew strait to his brother.
“Hey, it wasn’t me.” Zach’s hands went out innocently. “Ty is in the shower. Apparently he spilled something.”
Emma felt like crawling under the lounge and dying of shame. The smell of sex rode the air like a silken fog.
“Is that what they’re calling it now?” Colb plucked up his book and sprawled out on the rug.
Emma caught her breath as he stretched out right where she had come beneath his brother’s tongue only minutes before. She saw him breath deep before his eyes shut with pleasure. Ty walked back in running a towel over his head. Sweats had replaced his jeans. “Hey, Ty, we’ll have to ask Beth what she put on this rug last time she cleaned it. It smells good enough to roll around in.”
Ty flicked Colby behind the ear with his towel as he came past to sit next to Emma, ignoring the leading comment. She had put the laptop away. Concentration was in short supply at the moment. Emma went to have a shower herself, retreating from their attention. She was glad to take off her bandages. The wounds were healing rapidly.
When she came back, Ty raised his arm and she gladly snuggled down against him.
“Why don’t you stick a movie on, Colb? It’ll fill in some time before dinner.” He saw the way the blue eyes lit up. “Not one of your movies, dumbass. One Em would enjoy watching.”
“That limits it,” Colby complained, heading for the DVD cabinet beside the widescreen. “Too violent, too much swearing, too bloodthirsty…” One by one he dismissed the movies.
“I don’t mind a bit of gratuitous violence or high-speed chases,” she assured him.
“Gone in Sixty Seconds it is.” He popped it in the machine and slid onto the lounge on the other side of Em, ignoring the look Ty sent him when he scooped her legs up to lay across his lap.
Em just shook her head and burrowed closer to Ty, wriggling until she was comfortable. She heard Colby catch his breath and realized her foot was buried in his crotch. And that he was not unhappy about the situation.
Fuck him. He could get over it or move it.
Em was surprised when one of his hands came to rest on her thigh but made no further move. He seemed quite happy to sit there and hold her despite the hard-on she could feel against the arch of her foot.
She turned her attention back to Nicolas Cage, until she drifted off to sleep fifteen minutes later. Comfortable, secure, and warm.
Chapter 8
Em woke to a nightmare of being bound, pinned, and unable to escape. She thrashed wildly. The rumble of soothing male voices brought her to full alertness. She looked into Ty’s gray eyes, full of concern. “It’s okay, darlin’, I got you. Just a dream, it can’t hurt you.” He had his hands high, not wanting her to feel any more trapped than she had obviously been in that dream. She looked about, seeing Zach hovering anxiously by the coffee table and Colby, wild eyed and tense, at the other end of the lounge. A tear escaped, its descent down her cheek tracked by three sets of eyes.
“Hey, where’s that strong girl? Where’s the little wildcat that fought with everything she had?” Zach stepped closer and tipped her chin up. “We saw the footage of it, honey. We know how strong you are, how determined. Don’t let this bastard take up space in your head. He doesn’t deserve it. Don’t give him what he wants. You’re the woman who was going to rip his dick off and shove it down his throat. Remember that. You’re no one’s victim, Em.”
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sp; She sucked in a breath at the thought of them seeing her helpless and bound. “I wish you had never seen it,” she whispered.
“Why? You were brave. You freed yourself and stood your ground. You protected yourself. You were courageous when grown men would have broken down and cried. If I didn’t love you before, I sure as hell did after seeing that.” Zach’s heart was in his eyes, lightning flashing as he persuaded her of the truth. “You have nothing to be ashamed of and everything to be proud of, Em.” He sunk to his knees before her, verity shining in his gaze. When he reached for her, she went willingly, burying her face into the warm musk of his neck. “You are ours now, baby. We won’t let anything happen to you.”
* * * *
Ty watched the exchange with his heart in his mouth. He was worried Zach’s declaration of love would drive her away. It was the only reason he had not said the words himself. But she relaxed into his brother’s arms, accepting his comfort, his love. He reached out and smoothed her hair over her shoulder, needing the contact, however tenuous. She turned to face him without losing touch with the warm skin of Zach’s neck. Her hand reached for him drawing him close. Her other hand reached for Colby.
They huddled around the woman who had come to mean so much to them, drawn like moths to a flame.
* * * *
But it was she who soaked up the heat of their touch, the warmth of their hearts. They had seen her at her worst and they were still here, even protesting that she had not done anything to be ashamed of.
A smile grew on Emma’s face as she recalled the promise she had made to herself on that table—when she got out of here she was going to grab hold of those Whelans and fuck them six ways to Sunday. Well, she wasn’t feeling quite that adventurous, but she needed them now. Needed to know them as a woman knows a man, to feel their strength inside her as well as all around her. To give solace with the haven of her body and feel succor in return.
She raised her head, her lips seeking Zach’s. She kissed him slowly, her motions hesitant, but the intent behind them ironclad. She broke away and turned to Colby, surprising him as she kissed him, too, deeply, unhurriedly. When she turned to Ty, she felt the weight of his gaze, the hunger as well as the doubt as he tried to read if this was what she really wanted.
“Don’t deny me, Ty. I want this. I truly do.” Her eyes conveyed the conviction of her words.
“I can’t deny you anything, Em.” His lips met hers and her world tilted as he lifted her into his arms. She hardly noticed the movement as he strode purposely toward the bedroom, two shadows right behind.
* * * *
Ty laid her down on the oversized king in the master bedroom. He ripped the T-shirt off over his head, a wry smile at his lips as the delay cost him the privilege of undoing Emma’s buttons again. Zach and Colby fell over themselves in an effort to get to them first.
Emma stopped them with a word and took matters into her own hands, arching up as she peeled it off over her head. The looks on their faces would have been comical if he hadn’t known the same sense of awe was on his own. They fell upon her, hands and mouths heading straight for the creamy mounds she had revealed.
Ty crawled around them to her head. He could afford to be magnanimous. He’d had those beauties all to himself a few hours earlier. He pushed the hair back from her face, loving the pleasure that infused her features. He watched her hands twine into the hair of his brothers. Fisting in Colby’s longer, fairer hair, scrabbling against the dark shortness of Zach’s.
Ty leaned down and claimed her lips, sipping from them before licking into her mouth, tasting, exploring. Hot little sounds came from her throat as his brothers suckled her. He ate the sexy noises up, fuelling his rapidly growing erection. This time he would make her his, theirs.
He would slide inside that tight little pussy if it took him all night. He had felt how snug she was earlier. He was going to be doing some teeth gritting there.
With one last stinging kiss, he drew away enough to murmur against her lips, “I want to taste you again, darlin’. Do you want my tongue? Can I lap up that sweet juice again?”
He took her groan of capitulation as tacit agreement. He shouldered Zach over gleefully as he stripped her pants and made room for himself between her silken thighs. He made no preliminary explorations with his hands this time. He ran his tongue straight through her slick folds, delighting in the involuntary buck her body gave. He chuckled wickedly and began his assault, driving her right to the edge and keeping her there.
She was lifting frantically into his mouth, begging for a harder touch, riding the finger he had slid inside her. Ty held back. He was going to have enough trouble getting inside her as it was without tightening her further with orgasm. That could wait for when he was balls deep inside her. She could clench around his swollen flesh as much as she liked then, for as long as he was able to take it.
He worked another finger in beside the first, intent on stretching her, loosening her. If he couldn’t turn three thick fingers inside her, there was no way his cock would fit. She groaned and rocked against him as he shifted the twin digits inside her, trying to make room for a third.
“Oh, God! Fuck me, please, Ty, I need you inside me.”
Ty swiped his tongue over her again before lifting his head. “You need to take another finger before you even think about taking my dick, darlin’,” he warned her, his voice thick with the taint of lust.
Colby lifted his head from her breast and flicked his fingers over her clit as he watched Ty stretch her. Ty wedged his fingers in her opening, the tips bunched together so they would fit. He nodded for Colby to up the pressure on her clit and pushed forward, feeling the stretch of tissue around his fingers as her cunt flickered and twitched. Her scream echoed off the ceiling. Ty froze. Hurting her was not what he wanted. Frantic whiskey eyes met his. “Don’t stop!”
He smiled wickedly and flexed his fingers, bringing them into alignment. She gasped at the further stretch but did not pull away. “Oh, that feels incredible, so full!”
Only Colby heard Ty mutter that she didn’t know what full was yet. Ty worked his fingers inside her steadily, twisting them a little with each stroke. Lord, he couldn’t wait to get inside her! He cursed as he pulled away, stripping off his jeans and going for the bedside table.
* * * *
Emma heard the rip of foil and then he was there over her. His brothers sat back as he took her mouth, kissing her deeply. “Are you ready for me, darlin’?”
She nipped his bottom lip. “Always,” she assured him, dying to feel the thick spear of his body part her.
He rose up on his arms, so huge and muscular she disappeared beneath him. Three breaths caught as she reached down and wrapped his girth, her fingers leaving quite a gap where they failed to meet around his latex-clad shaft. With a feminine little wiggle she introduced the wide head to her dripping pussy, her teeth catching her bottom lip as she felt the intimidating broadness.
Her eyes closed as he gave a little shove. They snapped open as the wide head lodged inside her cunt. The stretch! The burn! She panted and writhed, wanting it to stop, wanting it to never end. Ty groaned as she lifted her legs to lie along his flanks and his shaft sank deeper inside her. He rocked back a little and thrust, half his length imbedding in her willing flesh.
Emma urged him on with her body. She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted to feel his strength, his power. She didn’t need this gentle concern. “Now, Ty, let me have it now.”
His eyes darkened to ebony as he gathered to thrust. This time Emma met him, lifting her hips and striving to take him. The breath was knocked from her body as he sank to the hilt. She writhed around him, wanting him to move, wanting him to never move.
He lowered his head and kissed her. Emma reveled in the sweet poignancy, but she urged him on, her body demanding satisfaction. He dropped to his elbows and began to rock with her, his pelvis scraping the hard bud of her clit. The diamond points of her breasts rasped his hair-spattered chest with eac
h deep drive.
Emma was a gasping bundle of need. The stretch of her pliant flesh around the steel wedge of his cock rode close to the pleasure-pain line but not close enough. “Harder, faster, I need more, Ty.”
She surged her hips, a driving roll that was designed with the single purpose of sending him over the edge. A heartfelt “fuck!” was muttered in her ear a heartbeat before he flew into action.
* * * *
Hard and fast he hammered into her, wringing incoherent cries from her throat. Her body striving to meet him thrust for thrust assured him pleasure was the cause. He was close. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls. Way too close. He wanted her right there with him. He grabbed her hand and shoved it down between their bodies. She needed no further encouragement.
He watched the pleasure build in her face, the slack need that filled her features. Her cries rose, intensifying as the promise of completion drew closer. She was so wild and beautiful in her passion it took his breath away.
The nudge of her knuckles against his groin as fingertips slid in the thick arousal were his undoing. “Come for me, Em, let me feel you go.”
His rough entreaty pushed her over the edge, and he couldn’t hold back the desperate thrust that let her know he had been holding back the whole time. She arched into him, climax gripping her as a muted roar exploded from him along with his seed. Her cunt tightened on him like a fist, squeezing. Milking him.
Air was hard to come by as they struggled for breath. Aftershocks wracked both of their bodies. Em tried to pull him down upon her, but he didn’t want to crush her with his weight. He compromised, locking his elbows against her sides and resting against her while they both struggled to relearn how to breathe. Their hearts beat wildly, their chests pressed together. He soaked up the feel of her against him, gloried in the tentative new emotion he saw in her eyes.
