She tumbled blindly into the abyss of pleasure as sparks exploded behind her eyelids. His cock rubbed against her clit with each thrust at the awkward, but absolutely perfect, angle. Her pleasure was greater than anything she’d ever experienced, and somehow she knew this was a onetime only deal between them. Two broken souls clawing for something beautiful in their dark world. Krista screamed, clutching him desperately, bucking against his hips. She sobbed, pressing her wet face against his shoulder as she came hard and well.
He stilled, then released inside of her. Max groaned, shuddering. He threw his head back and roared with his release. The intensity made her jump. Startled, she hung limply in his arms, and watched his face. Max had the most erotic sex-face she’d seen so far. There was absolute, artistic beauty in his orgasm and she relished the idea she’d put that expression there.
He collapsed beside her on the bed, but still cradled her tightly against him. His breathing slowly returned to normal and the smell of sex permeated the room. For a moment she let her muscles relax, floating in the afterglow of the best orgasm she’d ever enjoyed.
“Did I hurt you?” He sounded worried.
“No.”
“You cried,” he interrogated.
“Yes.”
“Damn it, Krista, tell me what the fuck I did wrong.”
“Nothing. It was—awesome,” she muttered, feeling lame at her pathetic description of a life-altering moment.
“You cried, don’t lie to me. I don’t want you to spare my feelings. Do you want a doctor? Should I at least have Jared come look at you?”
“Good Lord no, I’m fine.” She took his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her, and felt guilty because she knew he didn’t want this kind of connection. “Max. It was beautiful, perfect. Don’t tell the others. This was frankly the best. It was something we’d never be able to duplicate. Everything just built up in me, like a volcanic eruption or something. I feel wonderful.”
He grunted. She let go of his face and scooted back, knowing he’d said he didn’t want to be touched. His hand reached for her, stopping her from going too far away. He lay his head down across from her on the mattress and began rubbing delightful lazy circles on her back. She sighed and they just looked at each other for a long time.
She reached out to move hair away from his eyes. He flinched and she pulled her hand back, averting her eyes.
“I’ve never felt so good,” he muttered.
“Me either, I think we both just needed to let something out, and it choose sex to escape us. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. No wonder men used to kill for their women. Christ, I’d face an army for you right now.” He made an unhappy noise before rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. His arm flopped across his chest. “Damn. No wonder so many of the old guys went nuts.” He moved to his side, looking at her seriously. “You have to get pregnant. We can’t lose you.”
“I don’t want to go either.”
“If it’s mine, would that bother you?” She sensed he was afraid of her answer.
“I’d be happy if you’re the one who does the deed and knocks me up. My turn. If I have a son, will you protest me keeping him?”
“Christ no, as long as we all get our night, I don’t see any problem with it, mine or someone else’s, don’t matter. I won’t try and stop you.”
She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. He didn’t stop her.
“Thank you. Goodnight, Max, that was wonderful.” She stood and picked up her dress, slipping it over her head. He didn’t stop her, or ask her to come back, but when she glanced back to give him a friendly, small smile, he looked sad. “Did you want me to stay?”
“No. Goodnight, Krista.”
She nodded and shut his door quietly.
Chapter 9
Lee came into the house with his grand flourish. Krista smiled. “Welcome. Thank you for accepting the job.”
“Girl, I was shocked when I got the call. Never thought you folks would be calling. I thought that dreamboat didn’t like me.”
“He was just being Brax. No worries, come in and sit down. Steve made coffee.”
“Oh, it’s been too long since I’ve had a cup of that wonder brew. Coffee is really getting scarce.” He took a long drink of coffee. His eyes fluttered closed. “Mmm—delicious. I like coming to your house.”
“Steve’s is wonderful. I’m not supposed to drink it, but after I fell in love with my first cup, he promised to sneak it to me and keep it off my food list. It’s my dirty little secret.”
Lee chuckled. “Steve is yummy. Is he gay?” She heard the hope in her companion’s voice.
“Nope, sorry. It’s been awkward, but I think he’s decided he likes me well enough to accept my presence without freaking out anymore. It feels like I’ve been here weeks instead of days. These boys are keeping me busy.”
“I bet,” Lee said, winking.
“I like it here, it could be worse.”
A shadow passed over the man’s face. “It could,” he said quietly and carefully.
She sensed he had some interesting stories about his first companion, and a few words of caution. Don’t pry. Don’t pry… “What happened to your first companion to make her commit suicide?” Krista couldn’t resist querying. Damn it! She knew pushing her new “friend” was a bad idea, but she was so curious.
Lee sighed. “She had a baby. They didn’t keep it. Things weren’t as they seem to be here. Now tell me about Krista. I want to know everything. What do you do for fun?” Lee brightened, the darkness left his face. She knew that was all he had to say on the subject of his tragic first companion. Krista wondered just how bad the poor woman’s placement had been.
She told Lee what little there was of her story. He visibly teared up when she explained her goodbye at the protection facility and how much she’d meant to her teachers there without ever knowing. She told him about Cina, but omitted the fact she’d run away. This man was her “friend”, but her six employed him. She knew she’d have to be very careful with what she told him. For all she knew, the coffee had doomed her; he might be reporting everything to her rat-faced social worker. She was learning not to trust anyone. There was just too much danger of losing what little security she had there.
“Well, let’s go check out that kitchen you were telling me about,” Lee said after she finished her life story.
“Great,” she replied, standing. Lee followed her down to the lower level of the house. Everything looked new, unused. Lee took a pad of paper and started making a list.
“Here’s everything we’ll need to teach you to make strawberry shortcake. You said it’s your favorite, right?”
“Right.” She nodded happily. “Wait, could we make pecan pie?”
Lee smiled knowingly. “So which one of them likes pecan? The tall, dark, and broody one or the young doctor?”
“Brax, the writer you had your eye on,” she whispered shyly.
Lee winked. “Mmm, dreamy, we can make lover-boy pecan.”
Krista clapped her hands and chuckled. “I’m glad you’re here, Lee. This has been fun. I feel like we might become genuine friends.”
“What the hell is this might about, girl? We are already on the way to genuine friends. You’re a trip, sweet and spicy. You’ll have these boys wrapped around your finger in no time.”
“I don’t want anyone wrapped around my finger. I just want us to be a family, do you know what I mean?”
Lee’s face softened into a wistful expression. “I know exactly what you mean. If anyone can do it, I bet you can.” Lee crossed out some items on the list and wrote more. “Before I leave, we’ll give this to Steve. He can pick them up so you can surprise your men—or should I say man?”
She looked away and bit her lip.
Lee laughed loudly. “This is going to be the best pie ever, I promise.”
They were both giggling as they went up the stairs. Brax was walking down the hall and when they
saw him, the giggles turned into a fit of laughter. He gave them a curious look, and then the expression turned into a deep frown, which didn’t help them control their giggles as he walked passed them.
They watched a movie, and both sighed when the hero and heroine found their way to a happily ever after. She didn’t want the visit to end. It was so nice having someone there who didn’t want to have sex with her. She could be herself with Lee.
“I’m going to look forward to next Tuesday. See you soon, Kris.”
No one had called her that before and it made her giggle. “See you Tuesday,” she said as she shut the door.
“So you enjoyed your companion?” Mal asked.
She jumped. She didn’t know he was behind her. “I did. Thank you for hiring him.”
Mal grinned. “I’m glad to see a smile on your face again.”
“I’m sorry about the other night, Mal. This is just so—crazy.”
“I know what you mean. I could be worse, you know.”
“I know. Thanks for being understanding.”
He shrugged. “Not much choice. I’m not a jackass. I won’t force myself on you.”
“I know. I’m looking forward to Sunday.”
He did a double take. “Really?”
“Yep. Now let’s go see what Steve cooked for us. I’m starving.”
Mal held out his arm. She looped hers around it and they skipped in an almost choreographed display of silliness into the dining room. The others looked at them with disbelief. She noticed Max scowling, jealousy on his face, and it cut into her fun. Mal must have felt strange, because he dropped her arm as if it were on fire. They sat down together.
DeAnthony pulled his chair up close to hers and put his arm around her. Max slid back from the table so quickly his chair toppled with a loud crash that left her cringing.
“I’m not feeling well,” he mumbled, leaving the room.
She began to stand, ready to go after him, but DeAnthony held her in place. He kissed her neck. “Don’t worry about ol’ grumpy,” he whispered in her ear.
She shivered. With all the emotion and testosterone, she knew she was treading in dangerous waters.
“You know what would be hot?” he asked in her ear.
“No,” she whispered back. Her mouth felt dry. His sexy voice was causing her panties to feel damp.
“If you went upstairs, put on that cute little skirt I picked out for you, and you came back without panties, straddled my lap, and fucked me at the dinner table. Should we ask the others if they want a show with their dinner? I don’t mind sharing you at all, sexy girl.”
“I’d love to see that,” Mal said loudly, clearly eavesdropping. “If you’re up for it, I’d take my turn tonight and give you Sunday back.”
She felt the heat of their words and her breath came out in little pants. She looked over at Brax. His eyes were dark, and she saw jealousy there. Jared looked uncomfortable. Damon reached down, and she noticed him adjusting his cock.
“I don’t want any hard feelings. I’m willing to be shared, if you promise me it won’t be like before.”
“The only thing hard around here is our pricks. Anyone have a problem sharing my night?” No one spoke up. “Good. Now someone give Steve the night off. I want to take her right here.”
“But the patio door, someone might see,” Krista protested.
“No one is going to see. The guards are away from the doors and no one is getting into our little fortress. Now go upstairs and change for me, baby girl.”
Krista’s stomach churned. She’d learned to like sex, far more than she’d expected to. She wanted this as much as her men did, but she hoped Max and Brax wouldn’t feel upset.
The idea of them all loving her left her legs wobbly, but she managed to make it up the stairs without falling and breaking her neck. She dressed in the short skirt DeAnthony had requested. In a moment of boldness, she took off her shirt and her bra. Taking a few deep breaths, she waited, giving Steve time to leave.
She applied some fresh makeup and combed her long brown hair, noticing how the sun played with the red highlights. She hoped the men noticed too. Looking in the mirror, she smiled. Perfect. She knew she had nice breasts. They weren’t too big or too small. The nipples hardened in the cool air as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Her face glowed with a deep flush. She looked into her eyes and didn’t recognize herself. She’d changed, become bolder. Now if I could just be brave enough to choose freedom. She shook off the stray thought, knowing it was too late. There was no going back. She was here now. She walked quietly down the stairs, once again glad for the home’s newness and the lack of squeaking.
“What the fuck is your problem, Braxton?”
“I don’t like this. She’s not a sex toy. If they decide we aren’t treating her right, she’s gone!”
“Yeah, you don’t need to remind me. I know that, but she’s willing to do this. It’s not as if we’re beating her or hurting her. She wants this and you know it,” DeAnthony protested.
“She’s sweet and wants to keep us happy. Maybe she doesn’t really want this,” Brax countered.
“If you want to go to your room, do it. If she’ll let us share, we share. The goal is to get her pregnant. They won’t care how we do it, as long as we do. Don’t be an ass,” Mal sounded off angrily.
“Well, I don’t want her hurt.”
“She won’t be,” Jared’s voice was soft. Krista could hear the strain and assumed desire put it there.
Krista continued down the stairs. She bit her lip, not sure how to assure Brax she was okay. He was her favorite, but that didn’t mean she could be his exclusively. They both knew she belonged to them all. If she could choose, it would be Brax every night, but she didn’t have that luxury. At least this way he’d be there too.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Mal stood. Brax turned and she saw his nostrils flair. He scowled. She smiled at him. He turned away. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. A small flame of anger flared. He didn’t have the right to be angry any more than she had the right to say no to DeAnthony.
She saw DeAnthony unzip his pants and pull out his erection. Giving Brax a final look, she went over to the handsome African-American and straddled his lap. He smiled up at her before taking one of her nipples in his mouth and pulling her down on his cock. Without preamble, he impaled her. She was already wet, just from the exoticness of being half-naked in the public area of the house.
Filled with the orange glow of sunset, the room was shaded romantically in soft light. Krista closed her eyes and let him direct her. She continued bouncing on him as he sucked on her nipples hard. She was so close to coming, but then he released and he cried out against her breasts.
She stood and noticed Mal had unzipped himself too. She straddled him and his shaft filled her. This time she bounced faster, feeling the disappointment of DeAnthony’s quick finish. Mal groaned. He clutched at her breasts and she cried out, arching her back. The clawing need for release was relentless.
Mal clung to her. “Jesus yes!” He screamed as he came.
Once again, she hadn’t come. So far, this wasn’t going as she’d hoped. Standing, she walked around to the other side of the table where Jared fumbled awkwardly with his zipper.
She glanced at Brax, and he looked disappointed, she looked away. Seeing his unhappiness wasn’t helping with her unease.
Jared managed to free his skinny dick and he was shaking as he helped her to straddle him. Before she could lower herself, he pulled her lips to his. The tender kiss he gave her warmed her heart. She tangled her fingers in his hair. Jared rubbed her back slowly. The soft kiss became more passionate. Jared’s hands held her hips. She ground her pussy against his cock. He gasped against her lips. Her clit rubbed wonderfully against his shaft.
Krista threw her head back, groaning. This was so damn good. She was getting so close. Panting, she pushed against him with more force. Krista buried her face in his neck. He grabbed her hair and
pulled her head back to kiss her neck. She erupted against him, whimpering as she came, her body shaking.
He let go of her hair and pulled her up, ramming his cock straight to her core. She screamed with joy as his cock rubbed the sweet spot inside of her and her orgasm strengthened. A moment later, Jared cried out, making a ridiculous face. He poured into her.
“Krista!” He groaned. He wrapped his hands around her waist, keeping them connected while he nuzzled her neck. “Damn, woman, that was amazing!”
She couldn’t agree more, but all she could do was sigh softly. When his hands fell away she stood, wobbly, and stumbled away from him. Damon grabbed her and threw her over a chair.
“What the fuck!” Brax yelled.
Damon slammed into her from behind and her breasts rubbed against the chair cushion, adding to the erotic sensation of his cock’s furious motion. He fucked her hard, with no apology. She made little noises, primal sounds. The feeling built until she whined like an animal. Relishing the friction inside her very sensitive pussy, she came again loudly.
“Don’t stop, please,” Krista begged her nemesis. She was so wet with her own lubrication and the men’s release that his rough treatment didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it added to her wild, wanton hunger for more.
When Damon stilled, he didn’t pull out right away. Instead, he began massaging her back. His touch was unexpectedly tender. He pulled out and helped her stand. Finally, she turned to Brax. His face was unreadable. Her pussy was starting to feel sore, but she wanted him—the most.
She took a step toward him. He didn’t move, just lounged back in his chair watching her. Krista went to her knees and unzipped his pants. He still didn’t respond. She freed his beautiful maleness. Tenderly, she took him in her mouth, careful to cover her teeth with her lips. Working him for all she was worth, she relished the act of pleasuring him. Her desire for this man was unlike the crazed sexcapades in which she’d just participated. There was something special inside of her that only blossomed for Braxton.
She’d been with them such a short time, and yet it seemed like forever. She wanted Brax’s sweet words to be true, but distrusted them, especially while he sat immobile as she desperately tried to draw a response out of him.
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