Claiming Their Racy Sub [Racy Nights 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Alexa was laughing so hard it was difficult to breathe. The fact that Luke was sitting on top of her didn’t help, but it also sent a rush of hot wetness to her pussy. She was surprised she could feel it. The damn snow he’d put inside her coat was cold and wet. “I do, but not with four hundred pounds sitting on me.”

  “Ouch, Alexa. You really know how to wound a guy.” His voice was filled with playfulness.

  “Okay. Three hundred pounds.”

  “Oh, you are going to get such a severe spanking, you won’t even know what happened.”

  “Really? I’d like to see you try it.”

  His groan told her that he was as aroused as she was right now. It was amazing what getting outside in the fresh air could do. Alexa struggled against him, but it was no use. He stroked her back then moved down her thighs so he could reach her ass. The coat she wore covered it, so he lifted it up and smacked her through her jeans. It didn’t hurt, but it did send jolts of electricity straight to her nipples and throbbing clit.

  She moaned and pretended to be in pain, which had them both laughing as Luke continued to play spank her.

  “There. That’ll teach you, señorita. Now what do you have to say for yourself?”

  “You’re still a brute, and you just proved it. Spanking a defenseless girl in the snow.”

  “All right.” He moved off her and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s go inside and I’ll spank you without sitting on you in the snow.” His gaze traveled to the front of her jeans. “And without that denim in the way.”

  “Luke…” He didn’t wait for her to say anything else. He captured her mouth in a kiss that was so hot Alexa swore she felt the snow melting underneath her boots. She had on so damn many things she couldn’t even wrap her arms around his body, so instead she clung to his arms.

  Desire spread through her like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. Brad, the shooting, Donnie McCoy, and her past that Luke and Chase hadn’t heard this morning. The only thing in her consciousness was Luke, his mouth, and his hard, muscled body pressing against hers.

  When he released her mouth, she took his hand and led him back inside. She set the alarm, but instead of going up the back stairs, she went into the shop. She pulled a package of bondage rope off the display and then led him up the main stairs.

  He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. When she dared to glance into his eyes, what she saw there nearly stopped her heart. He understood. Somehow he understood all of it. The fear, the passion, and the trust she felt for him. He didn’t look at her as Brad had, or as her mother’s revolving door of boyfriends had. He looked at her as a lover would. He looked at her like she’d dreamed a man would look at her one day.

  She shed her coat, scarf, and gloves at the top of the stairs. Luke took off his coat and gloves, and then he removed Adison’s boots. Alexa took off hers, kicking them to one side of the hallway. She pulled off her sweater and unhooked her bra as Luke removed his jeans, briefs, and socks. Alexa removed her socks and panties, and then he pulled her into his arms again and held her close.

  Their hearts were beating so fast she had a sudden image of them both passed out at the top of the stairs, stark naked, and that’s how Chase would find them when he returned. Alexa giggled at the thought.

  “Something funny, cariño?”

  “No. Everything is perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

  Luke picked her up in his strong arms and carried her into her bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them so hard it rattled the frame, and Alexa had to bite back another giggle. He was every man she’d ever fantasized about but never met in real life. He and Chase both were. She couldn’t be such a horrible person after all, because he was here, laying her on the bed and gazing down at her as if she were the hidden treasure he’d been seeking his entire life and had finally found.

  He picked up the rope. “What exactly would you like me to do with this, my beautiful Alexa?”

  “Whatever you want, sir.”

  “Oh, Alexa…when you say that…and look at me like that…I can hardly breathe.”

  She felt the same way but didn’t have a chance to say so because Luke kissed her again, rough and deep. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he lay on top of her, his swollen dick pressing into her abdomen. At the rate they were going, there wouldn’t be time to tie her up or do anything else. Their sighs and moans filled the room. Alexa was so aroused she actually became dizzy. All she wanted was this strong, sexy man to fill her up and never let her go.

  With a loud moan, Luke moved off her and fumbled around on the nightstand for the box of condoms. He put one on and spread her legs, running a fingertip along her scars. “He will never, ever hurt you again,” he whispered.

  He slid his dick inside her wet pussy, and Alexa cried out. She was sore, but it felt so damn good there was no way she was going to ask him to stop. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, allowing deeper penetration, and then he rubbed her clit the way Chase had done last night. He didn’t stop even as her climax tore through her. When he caressed her breast with his free hand, Alexa had to close her eyes against the onslaught of emotions.

  This was how sex was supposed to feel. Heady, delicious, and filled with joy and raw animalistic need. It had never been this way with Brad. And it certainly hadn’t been this way with…

  Alexa mentally cut off the thoughts before they could take form. Nothing would spoil this morning with Luke. Nothing. She wouldn’t allow it.

  When he came, he touched her face and gazed into her eyes with what could only be called love. Alexa wasn’t sure if she should run or embrace it, but either way, it filled her with dread. She was damaged. No man could love her. How many times had Brad told her that? How many times had her own mother said that?

  Luke couldn’t be falling in love with her. He simply couldn’t be. Because that would mean she’d have to tell him the entire truth, and there was no freaking way she could do that.

  How could she possibly give him the love he deserved? She was damaged. Couldn’t he see that? Why would he want someone like her? If he said the words…if he told her that he loved her…she’d be forced to confront her past. She’d be forced to tell him the truth and then he couldn’t possibly love her. But if he rejected her, she’d be devastated. How could she have let this happen?

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Luke…tie me up with the rope. Tie me up and spank me.”

  He moaned and pulled out, tossing the condom onto the floor. “Are you sure, Alexa?”

  “Yes.” If she kept him occupied with easing her back into bondage and discipline, his mind wouldn’t go down the “L” path. She wanted to belong to him. But she didn’t want to see love in his eyes again. Anything but that.

  “I’m not sure how to do this. I never have. If Chase were here he could show me.”

  “I can show you.” Alexa had been tied up with bondage rope so many times she could show him in her sleep.

  A look of concern crossed his face, but it was gone too quickly for her to dwell on it. She took the rope and showed him how to make knots so that they didn’t pull tighter if she struggled. Brad had done the opposite, but she didn’t want Luke to do that to her. She wanted to keep her hands and feet from going numb.

  Luke didn’t look like he was too keen on the idea until she draped her body over bunched-up pillows and talked him through securing each ankle to her wrist on the same side. He then tied the ends of the rope to the bedposts. If she struggled, the knots wouldn’t tighten, but she was at his mercy, nonetheless.

  He smacked her ass cheeks lightly, as if afraid to hurt her. “Are you sure this is okay, Alexa?”

  “Do you like seeing me this way, Luke?”

  “Oh God yes. It’s so damn hot. And aren’t you supposed to call me ‘sir’?”

  Alexa smiled. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” Her words came out breathy and soft. “Please spank me good, sir. You said you would.”

  She felt him move off the bed, a
nd when he struck her again, it was with the paddle he’d used the night before. It stung like crazy but Alexa welcomed it. Tears ran down her cheeks as the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure coursed through her body. She clenched her ass cheeks and tried to grind her pussy into the pillows with each smack.

  Luke stopped and brushed a finger from her anus to her clit. The juices from her pussy wet his finger, and Alexa moaned and squirmed as he tortured her with the sensation, doing it again and again.

  “You’re so wet…”

  “I can’t help it, sir. You make me crazy.”

  “It’s never been like this for me, Alexa. Not even close.”

  “Me either,” she whispered. Her breath caught in her throat as he planted a soft kiss on her neck. His tongue trailed down the back of her neck, across both shoulder blades, along the middle of her back, and down to her sore ass cheeks. She thought he was going to lick in between them, but he began to paddle her again, harder this time.

  She welcomed the stinging pain. It drove thoughts of love out of her head. Men didn’t fall in love with Alexa Elyse Monahan.

  Luke massaged her ass cheeks. His rough fingers burned the wounds he’d just made. “Cariño…I have to stop before I hurt you. It makes me crazy to do this.”

  She clenched her teeth and forced out the words. “Please don’t stop, sir.”

  “Alexa, I don’t want to actually hurt you.” The quality of his voice had changed, and she tried to turn her head to see his face, but she couldn’t.

  She forced her voice to remain soft and sexy. “You’re not hurting me, sir. I love it when you spank me. I deserve it for what I said to you outside.”

  Luke groaned and Alexa smiled. She’d finally pushed the right button. He must have picked up the flogger because the next series of strikes were easier to take, but after a moment or two, her ass cheeks began to burn like crazy. Why couldn't she just forget the memories and embrace the care and tenderness Luke and Chase showed her?

  She slipped into a familiar place, floating above the scene, feeling the pain but also the rush of endorphins as her pussy contracted and another blinding orgasm swept through her. Recognizing what was happening, Luke whispered her name over and over as he tossed the flogger aside. She heard a condom wrapper open, and then he was inside her again, fucking her like a wild man.

  “Oh, Alexa…I can’t get enough of you. Please tell me this is good for you…please…”

  She nearly choked on the tears. Yes, it was good. It was fucking incredible. It also hurt because he was huge and she was sore, but she was not about to stop him. On the heels of that thought came fresh guilt as Luke stroked her back and hair while he continued to thrust deep and hard inside her pussy.

  When he fingered her anus, she cried out, wanting him to fill that hole as well while at the same time dreading it. She heard the sound the bottle of lube made when it was being squeezed, and then a warm, wet finger slid inside her asshole.

  Alexa wanted it to sting, but it didn’t. It felt amazing, and she moaned in spite of her resolve not to enjoy it. He pulled his finger out and slipped two inside, and she cried out in surprise. She was torn between begging him to fuck her in the ass and asking him to stop completely. What the hell was wrong with her?

  “I want to do something but I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You can do anything you want to me, sir.”

  “Oh, Alexa…are you sure?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  He pulled out of her pussy and teased the opening of her anus with his dick. It was slick with her juices and she knew it would be okay, but old fears surfaced as he slipped his cock inside. Alexa forced herself to relax her muscles, and soon she was rewarded with a peaceful sensation of exquisite delight.

  It wasn’t painful at all. It was magnificent. The contractions still going on in her pussy intensified until Alexa was sure she’d pass out from sheer pleasure. Luke’s words became nonsense syllables as he gently, slowly fucked her in the ass. She was certain he’d never done it before, simply by the way he was reacting to it.

  He came quickly, groaning out loud and grabbing her ass cheeks as he finished. When he finally pulled out, he collapsed on top of her for a few minutes, breathing heavily. He sat up and began to untie her. When she was free, he removed his condom and picked up the one off the floor before leaving the room.

  She sat against the headboard and hugged her knees, trying to make sense of her feelings. There was no doubt about what she’d seen in his eyes. But how could she let him love her without telling him everything? Once he heard it, that would be the end.

  When he came back into the room, she told him she had to pee, only so she could catch her breath for a moment and collect her thoughts. She had to tell him and Chase about her past—all of it. If she had any chance in hell of having a normal relationship with either man, they had to know everything. But she was afraid to tell them without first discussing it with Julie. Julie would help her figure out how to do this without driving them away in the process.

  When she returned, Luke held out his arms and she crawled onto the bed. He pulled her into his lap, cradling her in the way she’d grown to love in only a few short days. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”

  “I’m fine, Luke. Really I am.” Physically she was fine. Emotionally, she felt like she was poised over the edge of a cliff. She glanced up at him. There it was again. That look of love. Oh dear God, what was she going to do?

  He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and the air in the room changed slightly. It was as if he sensed something wasn’t quite right, and she had to avert her gaze. Either she was the most transparent human being on the planet or Luke Rodriguez was a damn mind reader.

  “Alexa, I have to tell you something.”

  No. Please don’t say it.

  “I know this is going to sound crazy. We’ve only known each other a few months.”

  Shit. No. No. No.

  “Hey, what’s going on here?” Chase stood in the door with his arms crossed and a grin the size of Texas on his face. “This sucks. Half the damn roof on City Hall collapses in the storm, and I have to go over and stare at it, as if that’s going to magically fix it. And while I’m wasting time doing that, look what I miss.”

  * * * *

  Luke’s heart sank. He’d never even heard Chase come up the stairs, and now the moment between him and Alexa was gone. He should have told her he was in love with her when they’d been outside and he had her pinned in the snow. He should have told her this morning as soon as Chase left. Hell. He should have told her two months ago when he realized his heart did summersaults every time she glanced at him.

  “I couldn’t help it,” he said. “She dragged me outside in the snow.”

  Chase raised his eyebrows. “You went outside in this? Voluntarily?”

  “My fault,” said Alexa. “I didn’t give him a choice.” Alexa crawled out of bed and began to pick up her clothes. Luke frowned at the tone in her voice. She didn’t exactly sound angry, but clearly something was bothering her. Was it possible she, too, was upset that Chase had walked in just now?

  “It’s not even ten degrees out there,” said Chase. “Look how red your legs still are. Were you out in the snow in just your jeans?”

  “I don’t have ski pants.”

  “Alexa, you could have gotten frostbite.”

  “I know that, Chase,” she snapped. “I’m not a child.”

  “I didn’t say you were, love.” Chase’s voice was gentle, but his face was still full of concern.

  Alexa’s back stiffened, and Luke glanced at Chase for help. What the hell was going on here? What could possibly have happened in the space of a few short seconds?

  She picked up her socks and brushed past them to retrieve her boots from the hallway. “I’m not your love.” She turned around and glared at them both, and Luke didn’t miss the fact that her eyes were filled with pain and she was close to tears. “I’m not your love. Not for
either of you. Please leave. Both of you.”

  “Why?” asked Luke, running his hands through his hair. “Alexa, please…I don’t understand. What did I say?”

  “You didn’t say anything. I just want you both to leave.”

  “Alexa, I’m sorry if I sounded like I was lecturing you about the cold. I simply—”

  “Chase, please. I just want you both to leave. Now. Get out.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Alexa’s heart was breaking, but if they didn’t get out of here, she was going to lose it. She had to get away from both of them. She didn’t want to hear Chase call her his love again, and she didn’t want to see the look of adoration in Luke’s eyes. She couldn’t handle this. She didn’t deserve their love.

  If they stayed any longer, she was going to cry until she had no tears left, and then she was going to tell them every rotten horrible thing that had ever happened to her. She couldn’t do that to them. The only way to deal with this was to get away from them right now so she could think. And then she’d call Julie.

  “Get out of here,” she shouted, fighting with every ounce of self-control she had not to cry or throw herself into their arms.

  Luke finally began to put his clothes on. It was torture watching him move so slowly. He wouldn’t take his eyes off her, and she couldn't hold out much longer. “It’s not safe to leave you alone, Alexa.”

  “I’ll put the alarm back on after you leave.”

  Chase gave her a long, searching look just before he started down the stairs. Alexa bit the inside her cheek, hard. She had to hang on.

  Luke kissed her on the top of the head and she stifled a moan. “You know where we are if you need us,” he whispered. The pain in his dark eyes made her want to retch.

  She stood in the hallway for a long time, listening to them deactivate the alarm, close the front door, and start up their vehicles. When she finally heard them both pull out of the driveway, she went to the front windows to make sure they were gone, and then she went downstairs and activated the alarm again.