Boxed Set: Traitorous Heart Volumes 1-6 (The Traitorous Heart Series)

by Wilde, Breena

  “I swear I spoke to her and told her to meet us here.”

  “I believe you.” He reached out and touched my knee. “It’s just, if she isn’t coming, I have other plans for you. This hotel room won’t go to waste.”

  I nodded. “Let’s give her until five. Maybe she thought I said five.” I knew that wasn’t the case, but I really hoped she’d show.

  “Fine.”

  I turned toward him. “What should we talk about?”

  He thought a minute. “How about the fantasy we want Revelry to fix up for us?”

  “’Kay. Tell me one of your fantasies.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Katie

  Cage’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s see.” He looked at the ceiling, leaning his head against the edge of the couch. “A relatively mellow one, at least I’ve always thought so, is I’d like to watch a girl pleasure herself.”

  “Oh.” My cheeks got hot. I immediately thought of Griffin and me, and the way he’d told me to fuck myself. I hadn’t thought I would enjoy something like that, but in the moment I’d liked it a lot. And watching him? It’d turned me on. It was turning me on again.

  “What? Not something you’d ever do?” He lifted his head. “Or…” he smiled. “You’ve done it before?”

  “Well, yes. But don’t get the wrong idea.” My cheeks burned hotter.

  “What kind of ideas do you think I’m getting?” One side of Cage’s mouth lifted.

  “Like that I’m into kinky stuff.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “Like, whips or blindfolds. Handcuffs and stuff.” I was sure my face was as red as the carpet in the master bedroom.

  “Hm, have you ever tried?”

  “No.” I looked away, then turned back. “Have you?”

  “I haven’t. But I’ve thought about it. What it would be like to—”

  “Dominate women?” I finished, scooting away from him.

  He sat up. “Sure,” he said cautiously. “And be dominated. I’m equal opportunity.”

  “Oh. Well I don’t think I’d like it.” I tightened my arms closer to my body.

  “Do you know anything about it?” Cage asked softly.

  “No. Do you?”

  He laughed. “You’re good at turning around the question.”

  I smiled. “Yeah, it’s the lawyer in me, I guess.”

  Cage looked at his watch for the tenth time. “It’s four forty five. Let’s pop that champagne.” He stood.

  “I’m going to call Chloe. See if she’ll answer.”

  He moved toward the hall. “Good idea.” He disappeared.

  I dialed Chloe’s cell number. It rang twice, then there were three beeping noises followed by an automated voice: we’re sorry, this number is no longer in service, blah, blah, blah.

  I hung up and hit redial.

  “Fuck!”

  Cage reappeared. He was holding a chocolate covered strawberry. “Any luck?” He took a bite.

  I tossed my phone back in my bag. “The number’s been disconnected.”

  “Damn.” He popped the rest of the strawberry in his mouth, chewed, then pulled out his cell. “I’m going to call my friend about Revelry. Agreed?”

  My heart rate increased. “Sure.”

  I watched while he pressed a button, then put the phone to his ear. “Hey Devlin. It’s definitely on for my girlfriend and me. Think you can set it up?” He listened. “Friday at nine-thirty?” Cage paused. “At night.” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I got it, man. Thanks.”

  He hung up and smiled at me, a show stopping, take my breath away kind of smile. I knew what he was thinking. His mind was in the gutter. “It’s four-fifty-eight. I think it’s safe to say she isn’t coming.”

  “Fuck.” I wanted to get on the same page, I did, but I was worried about Birdy.

  “It’ll be okay.”

  “How do you figure?”

  “Come on.” He sat beside me. “Have a little faith.”

  I snorted. “I’ll get right on that.”

  “Fine.” Cage chuckled. “Then at least have a drink and a chocolate covered strawberry.”

  “I guess.” I let him pull me off the couch and into the bedroom, but I was stressed and the moment felt too planned… like, okay, it’s five o’clock, time to fuck.

  Cage took the pillows from the bed and pushed off the comforter. “Come here, I’m going to give you a massage.”

  That surprised me. “Really?”

  He crossed his heart with a pointer finger. “Cross my heart.”

  “Okay.” A massage sounded good, even if he didn’t really know what he was doing. I sat on the edge of the bed. Cage bent in front of me and took off my shoes, tossing them in a corner, then he helped me take off my dress. “Bra off or on?” I asked.

  “Off. I don’t want the lotion to get on it.” Cage disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a bottle of lotion, but that wasn’t what held my attention. The man was nearly naked. He’d removed his wig as well as his clothes. Only his navy boxer briefs remained on his body…and what a fine body it was. Muscles rippled along his shoulders and down his arms to his stomach. His thighs were muscled as well. The man was ripped, not like a bodybuilder, but like a man who works out and eats right.

  “Is that a twenty pack you’re sporting?” I covered as much of myself as I could with my hands.

  Cage chuckled. “I don’t know. In the military I had to work out on a regular basis because we were given PT tests. It became habit. I feel better when I work out.” He stood in front of me and tossed the lotion on the bed. “Don’t cover up.” He took my hands in his, gently opening my arms. My body wasn’t bad. I liked it, in fact. But it was softer than I would’ve liked. “You’re beautiful, Dandelion.” He sounded sincere, but I checked his features. “Exquisite,” he added.

  I was too nervous to blush. “Thanks,” I said.

  “It’s true.” He turned me to face the bed. His large hands brushed down my back, to my bra. He unhooked it.

  I held it to me, still feeling nervous.

  “Lie down on your stomach. I’m going to straddle you.”

  I glanced back and nodded, then got on the bed.

  The sheets were supple—not silk, but really fine cotton. Luxurious was the word that came to mind. They felt amazing against my skin. Cage did as he said he would and straddled me. “Put your hands above your head.”

  I complied. There was a click of the lotion bottle; he squeezed out some lotion, then another click. He rubbed his hands together. “This will probably be cold.”

  I nodded, closing my eyes.

  CHAPTER 10

  Katie

  As soon as Cage’s hands touched my back I felt my muscles tighten. The lotion was cold, but it quickly turned warm. Cage started with my shoulders, his big hands working the area, kneading, massaging.

  “Relax,” Cage said. “Take a deep breath.”

  I tried, concentrating on my muscles. It was tough though, when his ass was pressed against mine. Especially since I wore a thong. There wasn’t much material between us.

  “Better,” Cage said after a while.

  He continued on my shoulders, then moved to my arms. He was actually very good. It didn’t take long for me to be completely comfortable. He massaged my hands and fingers, rubbing each one, then moved to the middle of my back. His fingers manipulated the muscles, forcing them into submission. I bit my lip, telling myself not to moan.

  “Doing all right?” Cage asked.

  “Yeah,” I let out a breath.

  His hands found their way to my lower back. Several times I felt one of his fingers touch the top of my thong. Just that little movement woke the butterflies between my thighs.

  When he was finished with my lower back he climbed off and knelt on the side. He got more lotion. When his hands touched my ass, the butterflies began to quiver. He was massaging the muscle. It felt amazing on so many levels. Too soon he moved to my thighs, spreading them apart. More than once his finger
s came close to touching my pussy, but he barely missed. By the fifth time it happened, I was over the massage and hungry for sex.

  “Feeling any better?” Cage asked.

  I almost told him no, that he wasn’t giving me what I really wanted. “Yes, but—” I breathed. I’d never asked a partner to pleasure me.

  “But what?” He pushed my legs apart and moved between them. I was sure my juices had leaked out, and that he could see them.

  I opened my mouth, then closed it.

  “Tell me what you want, Dandelion.” He dragged his fingers along my thighs up to my ass. He took the cheeks in his hands and massaged them, pulling my pussy lips apart as he did.

  I moaned.

  “That’s not enough. I need you to say the words.” He leaned over, his erection pressing into my ass. His face was above mine. I could feel his breath against my cheek and smell the chocolate and strawberry on it. “Would you like me to be finished?”

  “No,” I said.

  “Good. Then what?”

  I swallowed. “I want you to push aside my thong and use your fingers down there.”

  I heard him smile. “Down where? You’re going to have to be more specific.”

  “My pussy.”

  He kissed my cheek. “I would be honored.” He pushed himself onto his knees and moved my thong to the side. Ever so slowly he slid one finger inside.

  I moaned. Couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “God, Dandelion, you’re so fucking wet.” He slid his finger in and out several more times, then rolled me over.

  I opened my eyes. They immediately went to the huge tent in his boxer briefs. I checked his eyes. They were fixed on my pussy. He pushed my legs father apart and I felt my pussy lips open wide, my thong pulling to one side. “You’re beautiful everywhere,” he said, leaning down and kissing my clit, licking the area around it and suckling.

  I wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore. I was about ready to orgasm. “That feels so good,” I moaned.

  Cage pressed a finger inside.

  “Oh god, I’m going to come.”

  He slapped my clit lightly while he continued to finger me. The sensation surprised me in the most amazing way. It sent my orgasm over the edge.

  “Fuck!” I arched my back, pushing myself onto Cage’s finger.

  When my orgasm waned, he took his finger out and brought it to his nose. “You smell delicious. Better than the strawberry. I wonder…” He climbed off the bed and picked up a chocolate covered strawberry. I raised an eyebrow.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “I do,” I said.

  He climbed back on the bed. With one hand he spread me open. With the other he sank the strawberry into my hot well while rubbing my clit. Then he brought it to his mouth and ate. While he chewed, he said, “Hmmmmm, so fucking good.” He brought the rest of the strawberry to his lips and held it there. “Want some?” He bent over, offering it to me. I suckled it away from him. As I did he pressed his hard cock against my pussy.

  I gasped, so ready for him to be inside.

  “What do you want now, my sweet Dandelion?” His eyes were locked on mine.

  “You inside me,” I whispered.

  He groaned, pressing himself against me harder. “I’m so fucking glad.” He quickly got off the bed and went into the bathroom. When he came back he was naked and holding a condom.

  His cock was enormous.

  I felt my eyes get big. “But first I want you in my mouth.”

  He came to the edge of the bed, leaned down and kissed me. “I would love that.” He helped me get on my knees. I took him in my hand and put the tip of his erection to my lips. Then I slid my mouth down as far as I could take him.

  Cage groaned. He put his hands on my hair and I froze. I still had the wig on. He took it off along with the cap, letting my own hair flow free. I went back to pleasuring him, using my hand, my spit, my lips, and my tongue to make his cock bigger than it already was. My mouth was stretched. I took him to the back of my throat. I could feel his body tightening.

  “God, that feels good. Shit.” He reached over my back and grabbed my thong, tugging slightly so the material pressed into my pussy.

  I moaned. “I want to fuck you, Cage.”

  “You want to be on top?”

  I nodded. He moved over to the bed, put on the condom, and lay on his back. His cock stood at the ready. I was nearly mesmerized by it as I climbed on, wondering if I could handle him. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight, Dandelion.” He steadied me as I took the full length of him in. “Damn, I’m not gonna lie, you feel amazing. I may not last long.”

  I didn’t respond, not because I didn’t like what he said, but because I was focused on the feel of him filling and stretching me. When I’d finally taken all of him, I was surprised. I’d completely sheathed his length and thickness. It felt amazing.

  “Move slowly,” Cage said, his eyes studying me with concern.

  I tucked my knees next to his body and began to move, gradually allowing the tip of him to rub inside me. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My body responded quickly. My breathing picked up.

  Cage reached out and pulled me toward him as he lifted his head. “I need to kiss you, Dandelion.” His tongue dove into my mouth.

  I kissed him back with the same ferocity while I moved on top of him. “Cage,” I moved into his mouth.

  His fingers found my nipples. He pinched and rolled them into tight points.

  “God, you feel good,” I moaned, sitting up and placing my hands on his twenty-pack. I’d explore those more fully another time, when the action happening between my legs wasn’t so fucking amazing.

  “So do you.” His head fell back against the pillows while his hands found my hips. He pulled me down and moved me forward at the same time.

  I smiled and gasped and bit my lip at the same time. “What did you do? That felt incredible.”

  Cage smiled back. “That is how you have the most unbelievable orgasm of your life.”

  I followed his lead, rocking faster and faster. “Oh fuck.” A mewling sound came from somewhere inside. The feeling was so intense, so mind blowing. I hadn’t really understood the term until that moment.

  Cage’s eyes were on mine. It was obvious he was feeling what I was, at least, by the look on his face, I thought so. “Don’t stop. God, whatever you do, don’t stop.”

  “I won’t,” I whispered, sinking ever deeper on him. I was in a perfect rhythm and I never wanted the feeling to end, but I was close to orgasm. So close. Fuck.

  “That’s it, Dandelion. Come for me.”

  His words sent me spiraling. My orgasm crested, shaking my whole body with tremors of ecstasy. Cage tilted his head back, grasping my thighs as he came.

  As my orgasm subsided, I slowed.

  “Dandelion, you’re so damn sexy.” Cage pulled me down and kissed me softly on my smiling mouth. “That was so fucking amazing.”

  I took his bottom lip between mine and suckled. “Yes, it was.” I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against his.

  “Let’s take a shower.” Cage helped me climb off.

  There was a knock at the door.

  “Shit. That’s probably Chloe.” I dove for my wig. “What should we do?”

  Cage ran into the bathroom. I followed. He got rid of the used condom. “Grab a towel and wrap your hair in it.”

  I didn’t think, just followed his instructions.

  “Put on this robe,” he said when I finished. He’d taken it from a hanger near the shower.

  I threw it on, ignoring the fact that it was too big. Once it was tied, Cage handed me a pair of matching slippers. “’Kay, go.”

  I took a deep breath, remembering my southern accent. And my name? Sara? Serena? Samantha! My name was Samantha and I was from some southern state.

  When I reached the door, I took another breath and put a smile on my face, then opened it.

  There was no
one there, just a basket filled with fruits and baked goods wrapped in yellow cellophane. I picked it up, closed the door, and took the basket to the table. There was a note. I took the card from the envelope and read. “Oh my god.” I felt the paper drop from my hands. My knees buckled and gave out, and I crumpled to the floor.

  End of Traitorous Heart 5…

  TRAITOROUS HEART

  Volume 6

  CHAPTER 1

  Griffin

  The flight from New York to LA was long and tedious. I’d chosen not to charter my private jet because I didn’t want Mr. Warren to catch wind of my wealth and think I was cocky, or arrogant, or, worst of all, that I wasn’t hungry. Not that it should matter, but what Mr. Warren thought of me, of Crushed Velvet, mattered a whole hell of a lot. I wanted him to believe I could be a singer for the masses, that the band could produce hit after hit, like Maroon 5 or Coldplay or the Beatles. That I wasn’t a rich asshole who always got what he wanted or lived large off Daddy’s money. Even if that wasn’t true. I’d dealt with the assumptions all of my life. I could tell him I had my own money, but no one would care. The whole scenario was probably stupid, but that was why I booked us all tickets on a commercial flight. The plane was filled to capacity and too hot.

  Where was the air conditioning on this thing?

  After an hour in the air I regretted my choice, so fucking badly. And I knew the guys regretted it too. Hammond and Eddie sat in the row across from Brian and me. They kept shooting me daggers. And I couldn’t blame them. The seats were crowded, the alcohol was cheap, and the cabin smelled of urine because we were so close to the bathroom.

  “Griff, dude. I hope this isn’t how we’re travelling home,” Brian whispered.

  “Your daddy gonna foot the bill for us to fly back on his company jet?” I asked, resting my head against the seat. The kid behind me kicked my chair, rocking me forward. Then he kicked it again. Or shoved it. I wasn’t sure what the fuck he was doing back there, but I was about ready to lose it. And why the hell had I chosen coach? First class would’ve been better. I took a deep breath. No, the five of us wouldn’t be travelling this way again. Ever.