by Kaliana Cole
“I gotta sit down, Em. My legs have gone weak. I thought I would never get to hold you again.” His arms wrapped tighter around her, as if he was determined to make them one flesh.
“We sure as hell don’t deserve you, but will you give us a chance? Anything it takes, we’ll do it. We just want you to be a part of our lives.”
Her fingers flexed where they fisted the front of his shirt. He watched her pull herself together, marshalling her thoughts. “I want to, Colb, I really do, but I’m scared. Scared of what you do to me. I can’t give up control like that, and not know what you do to me. It was too much, too fast.”
“I’m sorry, sweet, I thought you were there with us all the way.”
“My body might have been, Colb, but I don’t let my body make the decisions.” Her tone supplied what she did not say, “unlike some.”
“Hey, Zach and I only thought this guy was trying to get a peek. Me and him have never been accused of being shy, and Ty had you covered. I didn’t see any harm in playing a bit.”
“A bit?”
“Okay, so I got a little carried away. You just responded so sweetly, Em. Even trained subs don’t react as well as you. It blew my mind.”
“Played with a few of those, have you?”
“We’ve had our share.” He saw no need to deny their past. “There are a few videos around at home if you want to see.”
* * * *
The thought of seeing any of the brothers with another woman made her blood boil and claws ache. “I’ll pass,” she said dryly.
“I was only offering. I have nothing to hide from you, Em. You want to know something, just ask. Some things I’m not real proud of, but I’ll tell you anyway.”
A niggling thought struck her from the night she had spent at the Kinky Kat. “What did you forfeit against the Marshalls?”
He chuckled wickedly. “Heard about that, did you?” Her nod rubbed against the wall of his chest. “Every year at the Kat we have a little competition. Cal and Connor know the owner of a slightly different club over in Denver that specializes in D&S. They send over subs for us to play with once a month. Scores are given for originality, number of orgasms, things like that. The pairs’ competition had been narrowed down to me and Zach versus the Marshalls. We forfeited when we decided you were the woman for us.”
“That was short notice for the gig.”
“Short? Honey, they gave us two months to practice.”
Emma was silent as she realized just how serious the Whelan’s had been in her pursuit. Two months before they had so much as laid a hand on her they had decided she was the one for them.
And forfeited against Brody and Luke? She had seen the interaction between the younger Whelans and their next-door neighbors. They were like a pair of young bulls butting through a fence, all attitude and bad manners. They wouldn’t give up a chance for victory over them easily. “So it was only a matter of time?”
“Sweetheart, you didn’t stand a chance.” He squeezed her tighter before tilting her back so he could see her face. “At least I got first kiss. I’m surprised big brother didn’t have something to say about that.”
The way she froze must have given away the error of his thought. “He beat me to it, didn’t he?” He shook his head ruefully when Emma nodded. “He tasted you first and he didn’t even tell us. I’m gonna slap him one up the side of his head for that one.”
“Stand in line.” Emma had a score she wanted to settle with the big man, too. How dare he think he could risk his life like that? It was hers, goddamnit.
Colby smiled at the possessive gleam that came into Emma’s eyes. “Come home with me and belt him one. It will do him good.”
Emma smiled at the picture that presented. She doubted Ty would even blink, but it would make her feel better. “How about we get the feed off first?”
Colby just grinned.
* * * *
Breathless anticipation gripped Eliza like a dream’s sweet clutch. Rafe’s dark, battle-hardened hands skimmed over alabaster skin, and his passion-labored breath heated her fevered body, licking over the heaving mounds of her pale breasts. The nudge of his tumescent manhood on her silken inner thigh branded her frazzled senses. There was no going back this time. She was leaving girlhood behind and exercising her rights as a woman. A woman who wanted her man, no matter the cost.
If the sun did not rise in the morn, at least Eliza would know what it was like to lie beneath the hard masculinity of Rafe Dunbury. The glorious rapture of his heated lips, the devastating surety of his wicked hands. So hard and yet so tender. Even as he slid into her untried sheath, there was caring heat in his stormy eyes.
Steeled for the pain to come, Eliza could only marvel at the gentleness of the powerful man who could snap her like a twig.
A gasp escaped her slender throat as he breached her maidenhead. White-hot pain swept through her, startling her with its intensity. He ate the cry from her mouth, stilling as he waited with tightly bridled need for her to adjust to his intrusion…
Ty slammed the book shut as he heard the front door open and shut. He hadn’t expected either of his brothers home for hours yet. If Colby caught him reading the book again he would know for sure Emma had written it. He dragged himself from the lounge to see what Colb was doing in the kitchen and was surprised when he met him in the doorway.
“What did Coach Hall used to drill into us?” Colby’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Duck and weave,” Ty answered automatically, scratching the weeks’ worth of beard on his face, more than a little confused.
“Now might be a good time to remember that. I’m heading out the back. Yell if you need me.”
Ty watched his brother saunter past, a spring in his step he’d not seen for weeks. Perplexed, he headed into the kitchen. His heart raced as he saw Emma standing by the table, eyes on the police report Andy had dropped by earlier. The report that told of a man’s descent into madness when his wife had left him, leading him to blame the books she had been reading instead of his vile abuse. Abuse that he had suffered as a child.
Hope burgeoned for the first time in weeks.
“Emma.”
“You! You are in so much trouble, mister.” Her head came up and she came toward him, bristling with righteous anger. The heel of her hand slammed into the middle of his chest, knocking him back half a step. “How dare you set yourself up to be shot at! You are mine! You have no right to risk your life.” Every statement was punctuated by another forceful whack to his chest. She backed him up against the wall. “Don’t you ever do anything like that again!”
Hope blossomed into pure joy with every slam of her little hand. She could belt him around all she wanted if it meant having her back in his life. Ty couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as her possessive words sank home. Damn right, he was hers! It had taken her long enough to figure that out. “I could lie and say I won’t, but I’ll always stand between you and anything that means you harm, darlin’.”
He saw her eyes soften briefly before her temper flared again. “See, that’s the high-handed crap that landed you in this predicament to start with. This is supposed to be a relationship, not a dictatorship. Not the three big he-men know what’s best for the little lady.
“A partnership, Ty. That means you ask before you make decisions that affect all of us. That means you don’t use sex to distract me from what’s really going on. And that sure as hell means you don’t subject me to kinky sex and leave me high and dry.”
The smile grew on his bearded face. She was pissed she hadn’t got her orgasm that afternoon?
He bent and scooped her into his arms, ignoring the fist that pounded into his well-padded shoulder. “That I can remedy right now.” He sealed off her ranting to be put down with his lips. Her moan of surrender swept through him like wildfire, hot and devastating. She tasted so sweet, felt so right in his arms. He wrapped one low under her buttocks to support her as the other held her chest to chest.
He felt like a slob for not shaving. “Sorry, darlin’. If I’d known you were coming I would have cleaned up my act.”
Emma nuzzled in cat like against his cheek. “Feels good, rough but smooth, kind of tickly.” She was even purring deep in her throat. The sound went straight to his loins and wrapped around his cock.
“I’ll rub it all over you, darlin’,” he promised, loving the way she writhed at his words.
“This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you, Ty.”
“I’ll spend a lifetime making it up to you.” He reclaimed her mouth. It was probably best if he kept her from talking. He licked under her top lip, nipped at the bottom, and drew on her tongue gently when she swept it into his mouth. Did all the little things he’d learned she enjoyed. His heart swelled right alongside his cock as he brought her to readiness with just a kiss.
He walked her to the breakfast bar and lowered her ass onto it. His arm swept away the papers that littered it before he grasped the bottom of her shirt. He put his forehead to hers, grinning as he silently asked for permission.
Emma nipped his lip and raised her arms compliantly. Ty held back a groan as the shirt went sailing. Her lush breasts, thrust upwards by the plain black bra she wore, captured his attention. His big hands slid to her waist, feeling her suck in a breath at his touch before slipping to her back to undo the clasp. He fumbled, fingers not cooperating.
Emma bent her arms back awkwardly. “I’ll do it.” But he brushed them away.
“It’s okay, I’ll get it,” he assured her, leaning closer, drawing her against him so he could see over her shoulder. “I haven’t had as much practice at this as the other two, but I will learn.” It gave way to his determination eventually. He dropped a slow kiss on the red mark left by each strap as he lowered it off her shoulders. Bra gone, he dipped her back until she lay along the bench.
“Oh, darlin’, this is the best feast I’ve ever had laid out on here.” His eyes swept from her face to where her knees hooked over the edge before locking on her rose-tipped breasts. He watched them pucker beneath his gaze and couldn’t wait to have the hard little nipples under his tongue. “So responsive. They always get so hard.” He bent and ran his tongue from her navel to her collarbone.
The tang of her skin rolled about his mouth, tempting him further, but Ty remembered his promise. He ran his chin back down the path his tongue had taken and rubbed against her belly like a cat scent marking.
“Oh, God, that feels fucking unbelievable.” Her belly quaked as she spoke, muscles twitching at his touch. She let her hands fall back beside her head. Ty took that for the invitation it was.
He teased the sensitive skin beneath each breast, lips and tongue a stark contrast to the rub of his bearded jaw. The smell of her skin drugged him, the vanilla undertones of her bodywash mixed with the natural scent of woman. Soft and submissive with a core of steel.
His hands cupped her breasts, lifted them, and pushed them together. He sucked in a big breath when he saw how deep her cleavage could become. How he wished to cover the magnificent handfuls in oil and thrust between them, to see his cockhead pop out from between the lush mounds, to watch his seed spill across their slippery slopes.
Ty knew his eyes had bled to desire-ridden black when Emma startled, her amber orbs widening as her breath came faster. She always burned hotter when her lover let her know he appreciated her. She only had to see one of them was hard, and her need grew to match.
So much woman, so full of fire!
It was a fucking crime for her sensuality to go untapped. Well, not anymore, there would be no more holding back.
He lowered his head slowly. Slits of amber watched his progress. The flat of his tongue swept across the hard nubs he had pushed together before he laid a big sucking kiss atop them. Her hands fisting in his hair demanded more.
He gloried in the pull on his scalp as she tugged his attention to rest solely on one breast. He held its twin, thumbing the nipple leisurely. Ty smiled as she arched to his mouth, trying to get him to take more, to suck deeper, but he rolled the nipple beneath his tongue, feeling the hard little point stiffen further. His lips closed around the ruched bud, tongue flickering. Her groan of frustration was music to his ears.
“For God’s sake, Ty. Suck it.” Her imperious demand made him smile.
Then he struck. Lips opening wide, he took as much of her breast in his mouth as he could and drew deep. Her cry of surprise turned into a gurgle of contentment as he gave her just what she craved. Ty rolled the other nipple fiercely. Her cries reaching orgasm pitch so quickly egged him on. Could she come from this alone?
He worked her nipple against the roof of his mouth, tongue flickering through the suction, but she stayed on the cusp. It was going to take more to push her over. He slid one big hand down to cup her mound.
That easily, she came.
A cry ripped from her throat, her body arched into his hungry mouth, and her hips circled wantonly against his hand. Tortured bliss painted her features as she shuddered her way through the climax.
Ty felt like a god.
“That’s one, darlin’, but there’s three weeks’ interest to pay. I think we can do better than that.” He knew his voice was rough, ragged with the lust for her riding him
Her amber eyes were heavily hooded as she lifted her hips, allowing him to slide the denim from her body. Ty hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties and ripped them.
The sound of silk rending loomed loud, crashing over the draw of desperate breaths. He felt a juvenile thrill. That was something he had always wanted to try. The heated surprise that flared in Emma’s eyes made it worthwhile.
Ty grinned and laid a kiss beside the endearing dimple of her navel. He wasn’t always the quiet one. He could do wild and reckless, too, with the correct provocation. And the most righteous reason he had ever had was lying before him, spread out for his pleasure.
And it was his pleasure to give her pleasure. He dragged his rough beard down her inner thigh, teasing himself with the aroma of her ripe pussy. He could see the wetness glistening on her folds, the engorged petals peeking past her plump lips.
He collected one leg, kissing the inside of her knee before bending it to lay her foot on the bench. She wiggled back to give them more room as he did the same to the other. He rose up to look at the vision of wantonness spread wide before him. It was so fucking beautiful it took his breath away.
As his head descended, Emma pushed herself up on to her elbows, watching him beneath slitted lids. He grinned in appreciation of her audacity, his blood surging southward. The little wildcat was going to be the death of him. Exsanguination was a real threat to his brain, but not so his cock. It pounded fiercely with each beat of his heart behind its denim prison, fully engorged, and still his frantic body tried to pump more in.
Hovering a painful inch from her dripping folds, he blew air into the nest of dark curls adorning the apex of her freshly shaven pussy. He groaned as she twisted in his grip. The best of both worlds, crisp curls to nuzzle through and smooth wet folds just crying out for the touch of his mouth. He rolled his eyes to watch her as his tongue lashed out. The way her teeth trapped that damn bottom lip made him smile. She only did that when she was trying to hold back noise. “Let it all out, Em. I want to hear every little sound you make.”
A deep groan rumbled from her as he set his open mouth atop her pussy, slurping at her nectar. He wrung whimpers and moans from her as he unleashed his mouth, sucking, licking, and nuzzling. He speared his tongue into her dripping cunt, swirling it deep.
A tongue that continued downward, delving between the cheeks he cupped in his strong-fingered hands. Her cries became high
er as he gently rimmed her forbidden hole, lavishing every pleasure he could upon her. Her hips bucked wildly as he penetrated the tight entrance with the wet tip of his tongue. Amber eyes slid shut, lost to the illicit caress.
One last lick and he returned to the cream-drenched pearl of her clit, capturing it in his mouth, his chin pressed against her entrance. The way she writhed toward him reassured him his beard wasn’t a problem. He wanted to hear her scream, hear her let her pleasure out for his gratification. He grazed delicate membranes with his teeth, carefully, delicately, before suckling in earnest.
He did not let up when she arched and screamed but drove her on, not stopping until she was a shuddering mass of satisfied jelly in his grip. He tore himself away from the sight of her quivering flesh and straightened up, pulling her into his arms. His heart was trying to find its way out of his chest with all the fervor of the cock pounding behind his zipper.
Emma was breathless, her body searching for oxygen, chest heaving in his tender hold. “Did that hit the spot, darlin’? I can keep going if you want.”
He smiled as she shook her head quickly. “I’m done. I don’t think I’ll ever come again.”
“Now that’s a challenge no red-blooded man could refuse.” He rocked his denim bound erection against her.
“I’d love to see you go, though. I’m on birth control now, Ty. The doctor gave me the shot when I was in there last time. I want to watch you slide naked inside me.”
His knees went weak at that declaration, but his hands went to his shirt. He heard one seam tear as he wrenched it off over his head. His pants were around his ankles in five seconds flat. “You’re sure, darlin’? Birth control can fail.”
“That’s a risk I’m prepared to take,” she assured him, eyes locked on his weeping cock.
She gasped in his ear as he picked her up and shuffled toward the wall. Common sense taunted him that he should have taken his boots off, but he just didn’t give a fuck.
