They’d taken things far enough, and now she needed them to finish it.
“I do think the wench likes that, but she’s going to love this.”
Adam’s voice rumbled through his chest and vibrated across her back. All thick and sexy, the sound gave her hope that his control had finally broken. Now would come the ravaging. It would be like the first time, beyond orgasmic.
It all started with the curl of callused fingertips closing in over her breast. With her head back and eyes closed, she smiled at Killian, enjoying how much he liked to pet and stroke her when he was on the bottom. Her sigh of delight at the gentle touch stuttered off at the cold scrape of metal.
Whipping open, her eyes widened on the sight of Killian smiling up at her, hands behind his head. Somewhere along the line, the pleasure had so absorbed her attention she hadn’t realized that Adam’s arms had shifted. He’d freed her in one sense, but Rachel could feel the clamp he broke open over her tit.
“No, wait—”
There was no more time left to avoid her future. With a scream of raging delight, she faced the pleasure racing through her and then collapsed forward. She caught herself on arms that wobbled as her breast pulsed out tidal waves of heat that only inflamed the inferno burning in her pelvis. It demanded action, movement to ride out the tension coiled tight.
That need broke her as the second clamp snapped over her other tit. The instant streak of pain bucked her back hard onto Adam’s cock. That pleasure only drove her forward onto Killian’s. She couldn’t stop then, no matter what the consequences.
It all felt too good. They felt too good, thick and hard and so filling she had to be fucked. Right then and there, even if she had to do it herself. With her nipples pulsing in perfect rhythm to the sway of her hips and the sweet caresses along her clit egging her on, Rachel found her tempo.
Only it needed to go faster, harder, until there was no rhythm anymore. All that remained was mindless thrusting and grunting as she raced toward the climax. The horizon shined down with glorious rapture as she felt every muscle in her body go stiff in anticipation of her oncoming release.
She hadn’t been this close to the edge since they’d been in the dining room, so she should have known that’s when her men would put a stop to her climax. The second four hands pinned her down flush along Killian’s hard, sweaty length, Rachel went crazy.
They couldn’t do this to her. It wasn’t right. She wouldn’t stand for it. Those convictions might have given her the spurt of strength she needed to wiggle her way back toward her release, but they couldn’t overpower Adam’s weight flattening her into position.
“Not yet,” Adam ground out, his voice so ragged he sounded almost mad.
“Why?” Rachel didn’t understand. They’d played the game, and now it was time to finish it. “What? What is it you want? Please, whatever it is, just tell me.”
She’d have done anything, said anything to put a stop to her torment. All they had to do was direct her.
“We don’t want you to get hurt.” It was a sweet thing for Adam to say, but given he was the reason she ached right then, Rachel didn’t believe him.
“Then move, please.” They always made her beg. It had never bothered her before, but tonight tears gathered in her eyes as frustration overwhelmed her. “I can’t take this anymore.”
“I know, darlin’,” Adam soothed her, rubbing his broad palms up her arms in a tender gesture that only made her over-sensitized body jolt with nearly painful sparkles of pleasure. “And I want to make it all better, but you have to promise me that you’re not going to be doing anything dangerous.”
“I never do.” She never did. Until they’d come along, the most exciting thing she had going on was her new knitting pattern.
“And you’re never going to,” Killian finished for her. “Right?”
“No. Never.” The last word moaned out of her as Adam rewarded her answer with the slightest of shifts in his hips. Wound as tight as she was, the small motion rolled through her like a tidal wave, making her ass clench and pulse as it tried to milk every last bit of pleasure from the ripples.
“And we’re going to help you decide when something is too dangerous.” Adam pressed that point home on the end of his cock pumping barely an inch into her clenched cunt.
“Oh, yes,” Rachel drooled out over Killian’s shoulder as her own hips matched Adam’s motion, stroking herself along both cocks. Her pleasure turned to pain as Adam once again denied her, pressing enough weight down onto her lower back to bring her teasing to a still.
“Yes, what?” Adam’s sharp question prompted an instant response.
“You decide.”
“Good.” He shifted behind her, giving her even more room to stretch and sway between them. It felt so good to be surrounded by their heat and hardness. The clamps caught on Killian’s chest, tugging on her nipples until she mewed and rubbed herself harder against him.
That only had her hips bucking harder in silent demand for more space. With more room, Killian could turn off his toy and begin stroking her with his own fingers. He had such a wonderful touch, so much better than the weak teasing of the butterfly. As fast as it vibrated, it couldn’t keep up with the pounding desire pumping through her. She needed more.
“So you’re going to be running all your story ideas past us from now on?”
“Yes.” Rachel knew how to answer Killian’s question even if her mind couldn’t comprehend the words. The desperation to finally be free of this game understood enough. It was rewarded for its insight when Adam shifted even further back.
She could do more than sway now. She could actually pump her hips enough to feel the scrumptious contrast of two cocks beginning to fuck her in opposite rhythms. Push and pull all in one small stroke, having both of them filling her assured Rachel that every motion would be a delight.
“You’re not going to be asking any other man for help?” Adam settled his hands on her hips with that question. Rachel read the motion as both a threat and a promise because he could either start fucking her or bring her motions to a stop.
“Only you.” Her correct answer ended on a gasp as Adam brought her hope to life. Holding her steady, he wrenched his hips back before slamming them forward until his pelvis smacked into her ass. Rachel screamed with the penetration, her whole body rioting with joy. “Oh, yes. Again.”
Bless Adam, he did it again and again. Hard and steady, he screwed her ass until she about melted over Killian, whimpering out as her body rejoiced but couldn’t be released, not without Killian. He held her hips pinned to his, forcing her to keep still on his cock. That didn’t stop the smooth glide of Adam’s dick from grinding down over the tender stretch of skin pulled taut by Killian’s thick length.
Caught between the two hard erections, the bit of flesh dividing them pulsed out a panicked beat of rapture that washed over her but didn’t pool thick enough to consume her. Instead, Rachel clung to the edge of sanity, trembling with the need to finally be swept away. It was an emotion she knew Killian shared.
There could be no disguising the soft, panted grunts blowing against her ear or the trembling in the fingers that pressed a little too hard into her hips. She made him weak. If only he’d been talking about something other than sex.
Killian was full of sweet words tonight. “You need us, baby. You need us to take care of you and keep you safe, and we always will. No matter what.”
More than she wanted him to free her to move, Rachel wanted to believe him. His words stroked a different kind of warmth over her heart, making the heat impossible to contain. She cried out, giving in to at least one kind of release.
“Need you…always need you…love you...”
Everything went still with the words slipping from her throat as she wound down into a whimper, jerking hard between them in a pointed reminder of what she wanted. That need consumed her to the point where she didn’t understand her confessions anymore. All she knew was that in one breath, things went f
rom painfully quiet to raging out of control.
In an instant, their hands went everywhere. Adam’s swallowed her breasts, tugging on the chains and sending a riot of pleasure tumbling down her spine. Jerking her upright, he gave Killian’s fingers room to pluck the butterfly free and give her the kind of caresses she’d been dreaming about for the past hour.
All the while they fucked her. Thrusting, pulling, pushing, they filled her at the same time, leaving her empty until the strokes came too fast and hard for her keep up. She tried, bucking frantically between them, but the uneven tempo only wound her boiling lust tighter.
“Need us?” Adam growled before licking down her neck to suck another moan out as he lips settled over the dangerously fast pace of her pulse.
“Need you,” Rachel repeated back, letting her head roll to the side and leaving more of her tender flesh exposed for his tasting.
“Love us?” Killian whispered into the underside of her breast.
Adam’s fingers burned through her skin, holding her generous globes up for Killian’s feasting. The feel of his velvety tongue soothing the tender flesh pinched by the rim of the clamps held her voice back as she tried to pant fast enough to breathe. That delay brought all motion to a painful stop for the barest of seconds. The pain of halting ripped the answer from her lips in a cry full of agonized need.
“Love you—”
Killian’s lips closed over the clamp and popped it free. The sudden rush of blood to her tender tit sent a bubble of rapture rolling down her stomach to explode as both men drove themselves deep into her with one single motion. They didn’t stop but pounded into her in unison, driving her mercilessly toward the release she’d been begging for.
She could feel every unforgiving inch of steel powering deep and hard into her pussy. The tantalizing motion was echoed back by the orgasmic pleasure of having her ass stretched wide over Adam’s cock. Together, they powered into her at the exact same moment. Rachel screamed, feeling the rush of her climax beginning to consume her.
Then Killian’s hungry lips shifted to her other breast and latched on to the second clamp. The slight tug whipped a decadent thrill right through the heart of the frenzy consuming her. Then the clamp snapped free and sent her hurling over the edge.
Mindless of anything other than the rapture consuming her, Rachel lost control of her body. She didn’t even notice that the men followed, becoming near crazed in their fucking. Too consumed by her own climax, she could only sense the pleasure of the last few hard, grinding pumps that had her muscles tightening down, trying to suck every last bit of ecstasy out of the moment before collapsing under the exertion, right into a deep, contented sleep.
Chapter 23
Sunday, April 20th
Sunlight danced over the bed with a joyous kind of warmth that made Rachel snarl. Grumpy understated her mood the next morning. Unable to ignore the smells of coffee and bacon, she unwillingly rolled out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom. Even the near scalding, pulsing spray of her shower couldn’t rouse her from the foulness that had invaded her bones.
All it wanted was a target. Killian provided a convenient one when he sauntered into the bathroom right when she was stepping out of the shower. Glaring at his intrusion, Rachel tightened the towel she had wrapped around her.
She did not feel up to any morning hanky-panky and was getting damn tired of not having a shred of privacy in her own house. Maybe if he’d come bearing coffee, Rachel might have forgiven him. The tall glass of juice he carried with him did nothing to assuage her annoyance.
“Morning, sunshine,” Killian sang out with the kind of cheeriness that left her feeling the need to curse.
Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he had the audacity to offer her the juice. Rachel didn’t take it, nor did she return his greeting. Anything she’d have said would have started a fight, something she didn’t have the energy for. Instead, she put all her focus into glaring at him until he finally got the silent message. The stubborn man just wouldn’t listen to it.
“Now don’t give me that look,” Killian retorted with too much indulgence. He sounded like her damn father lecturing her. “I know you want your coffee, but that much caffeine isn’t good for you first thing in the morning. So you’re going to be having orange juice from now on.”
The man had the arrogance to actually take her hand and fold it around the glass before ordering her to drink it. “It’s good for you.”
Rachel growled, a feral warning that messing with her morning rituals wasn’t good for him. Killian completely ignored the sound, or maybe he didn’t hear it as fast as he retreated out of the room. Either way, she had to resist the urge to lob the glass at the door closing behind him. It took a great deal of effort but she managed to set the glass down on the sink and not pitch an all-out tantrum.
Dressing, doing her hair and makeup, all the normal morning tasks she went through didn’t make her feel any more ready to open the door and face the day. If it hadn’t been for the seductive smells of frying meat, Rachel probably would have crawled back into bed.
No matter how miserable she was, she couldn’t resist bacon. Like a siren’s call, the scent lured her into the chaos of the kitchen where she nearly crashed right into Adam as he turned the corner around the island.
“Morning, darlin’.”
Adam gave her the same kiss Killian had, but he matched it with an arm around her waist. Steering her with one hand toward the dining room table, he kept her obediently moving forward by waving a plate loaded down with eggs, hash, and bacon right before her nose with his other hand.
“I got your breakfast all ready, but I’m afraid we can’t join you. We have to go into work this morning.”
She already knew that and really didn’t care. What worried Rachel were the eggs as she studied the plate Adam lowered down, and she settled into a chair.
“Why are they so white? Did you put cheese in them?” That idea perked her up, but Adam’s answer sent her spiraling back into seething frustration.
“White? What, the eggs? That’s just the whites.”
“It’s healthier that way,” Killian explained, as if she didn’t already know. Rachel could care less about healthy at eight in the morning. She might have been able to cope, though, if Killian hadn’t delivered another damn glass of juice with his condescending comment.
“Why the hell did you make coffee if I’m not allowed to have any?”
That cranky outburst earned her two tolerant smiles from either side. Killian matched his with the kind of calm, rational answer that a parent would use on a child. “The coffee is for us because we need a little pick-me-up for work. Now you go on and drink your juice. It’s good for you.”
Before she could threaten Killian and show him how unhealthy taking coffee away from her was, Adam distracted her with another patronizing kiss to the head. “We have to get going, but we’ll see you for lunch, darlin’.”
Killian followed Adam’s domesticated gesture with his own, then paused to snatch the salt shaker off the table before sauntering out of the dining room. A second later, the back door clanged shut and heavy stomps echoed down her steps.
Rachel waited until she heard them back out of her drive and take off down the road before she got up to help herself to a cup of coffee. With her mug of caffeine sweetened with sugar and fattened up with milk, she settled down to have a breakfast of coffee and bacon. It helped her mood slightly, not making her any happier but giving her mind the energy to start analyzing what was so horrible about this morning.
Staring out through the window, she couldn’t deny that today her yard looked different. It looked vacant and empty, forcing her gaze into the shadows instead of the light. It felt unnecessarily grim that morning. Everything did, and Rachel began to understand why.
Things had changed last night. For the first time, Adam and Killian had used sex against her. They’d stripped away all her defenses and bent her to their will. Unlike that first night in the tub, they hadn�
�t done it for her pleasure but their gain.
It showed how little they trusted her, how little they respected her. Worse, it had revealed how little they desired her because Rachel would never have been able to do that to them. When it came to Adam and Killian, she didn’t have that kind of control. She wanted them with every fiber of her being, but they could hold back.
They could even walk away from her. Tied alone in the bedroom, enduring nothing but frustrated desire, a part of Rachel had panicked. That’s what it would be like when they were gone. It would be unthinkable torture.
Knowing that didn’t change the future. In fact, last night only confirmed what Rachel had felt with every moment spent with them—time was winding down. What they had couldn’t last, wouldn’t last because they didn’t love her.
…love you…
That was the real secret she’d been trying to hide. Not from them but herself. Rachel would have done anything to keep that truth hidden. That’s why she’d lied to the sheriff, to Adam and Killian. She’d known Kitty’s idea would blow up her relationship with the deputies. All she’d been trying to do was buy some time.
Well, time had run out. Now she had to face all the truths. They didn’t love her. This was going to hurt. She only had two real choices—speak up now and put things to an end or let them mold her until they tired of her and traded her in for a new pet. The answer should have been obvious, but love clouded her thinking, making her incapable of coming to a decision.
Her pride wouldn’t back down, insisting that she face the reality of her situation. There was really only one way to do that. Given every option she had would only end in pain, this one carried the greatest unknown danger. Rachel brewed another pot and took her time refilling her mug before she made herself go to her desk and pick up Patton’s gift.
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