Let's Get It On (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Doris O'Connor

  “Have you lived here long?” she asked, and Sloan shrugged his shoulders.

  “A few years. It’s nothing special, but it’s home, and compared to where we grew up, it’s heaven.”

  “Oh?”

  Sloan got out of the truck and opened her door for her, before he answered her unspoken question.

  “Yes, we grew up on an estate not unlike the one you’re living in now. It wasn’t pretty and we pooled our finances to get this place. Cy chose to move away into somewhere much fancier, once he’d made it, but I like it here. The neighbors are nice, and —”

  “Neighbors like that Joanne?”

  Sloan’s eyebrows rose when that question came out much sharper than she’d intended it to, and heat rose in her cheeks when he tipped her chin up with his long index finger.

  “Yes, neighbors like Joanne. I don’t think I like that tone of voice. It’s almost as though…” His lips quirked into a sinful smile, and Lily’s stomach hollowed out at the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

  “Is my little subbie jealous by any chance?”

  “Of course not.” Sloan’s amusement fled at her breathy and far too quick denial, and he slipped his hand down to her throat and squeezed. Not hard enough to cut off her air supply, it nonetheless served as a reminder, and she blanched.

  Time stood still for the beat of several frantic thumps of her heart, before she forced the words past her lips.

  “Yes, I was. I’m sorry, I have no right to be, I—”

  Sloan’s kiss shut her up and, not caring about anything but her need to be close to him, to reaffirm their relationship, and how much he meant to her, Lily clung to him and kissed him back with all the passion she was capable of. The hard length of him dug into her belly and Sloan groaned into their kiss when she brought one leg up to get her aching pussy closer to what she wanted.

  “Fuck, baby, I want you.”

  The strained words, delivered in-between frantic kisses as Sloan grabbed her ass and lifted her higher while pushing her back against the truck, set her blood to boiling point. Locking her legs behind his taut denim-clad ass, she ground herself against his groin.

  “Then have me, please. Make me forget him.”

  Lily whispered the words into his neck, and Sloan swore again.

  “Hold on baby, let’s take this inside at least. We’ve given the neighbors enough of a show.”

  There was the rush of air, the beep of his alarm, and then they crashed through the front door. Lily got a brief impression of a long narrow hallway, and steep stairs, before Sloan kicked the front door shut, and put her down just long enough to yank his jeans down. In the next breath he was back and Lily sucked in air when he drove into her in one powerful thrust that pushed her higher up the wall.

  Sloan groaned into her shoulder and froze.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight, and…fuck, I need a condom.” He tried to pull out, but Lily tightened around him and shook her head.

  “No, no need, please, don’t… stop… oh.”

  She lost her ability to speak, as Sloan drove into her again with a muttered curse. He was big, and her internal muscles struggled to relax and accept him. She tightened again, and he pulled out slightly and then drove in deeper.

  “Fuck, so tight, so fucking good, baby. Fly with me, come on.”

  The strain in Sloan’s words sent heated arousal through her veins. Without any latex covering, the whole act felt even more intimate and raw in its intensity, as every thrust and retreat awakened nerve endings and sent Lily spiraling higher, closer to that peak that just hovered out of her reach.

  Sloan rubbed his jaw along her jaw, sending shivers along her skin, and she clung tighter as he pummeled her against the wall. The wet sounds of their frantic coupling echoed in her ears, and yet… it wasn’t enough.

  She moaned her denial when Sloan pulled all the way out, and before she could process his intentions, he’d pulled her T-shirt up, trapping her arms above her head in the process. The world went dark as the fabric fell over her eyes, and she drew in a sharp breath of surprise, when he spun her around. Her skirt disappeared and the unexpected swat to her ass stung. Lily whimpered as he continued to rain openhanded swats on her behind that made her cunt clench in need, and meant the evidence of her arousal ran down the inside of her thigh.

  “That’s my girl. This is what you need, isn’t it. My naughty little subbie likes that bite of pain.”

  He yanked her head back by her hair and the tee lifted off her eyes, as he ran the fabric higher up her arms. With his hand buried in her hair, he marched her over to the stairs and looped the ends of the T-shirt over the knob of the banister, until she was tied to it.

  Excitement coursed through her veins, when he kicked her legs apart and pulled her head sideways until her gaze connected with his in the mirror on the wall.

  Her pussy clenched in need, seeing the raw desire on his face. His cock, slick with her juices, jutted out in front of him, and he smacked her ass again.

  “Yeah, look at us. See what you do to me? Your ass is nice and red, and you’re so wet, you’ll leave a stain on my floor.”

  Letting go of her hair, he grasped both of her hot ass cheeks and squeezed. Lily hissed through her teeth at the sharp pain as he dug his nails into her tender flesh, while he ran the broad head of his cock through her wet slit repeatedly.

  “Look at us. I want you to watch when I fuck you, and I want to hear you scream, baby.”

  Without further warning Sloan drove into her pussy hole, and tears sprang into Lily’s eyes, as the brutal thrust forced her sensitive tissues apart. This angle meant he drove in even deeper with every thrust, until he was finally seated to the hilt, and he was so deeply buried in her body that he could barely breathe.

  Sloan groaned and pulsed inside of her, and then pulled all the way out, only to drive back in again. Every move hit that spot in her channel that meant her body flew up the rungs of arousal, and seeing his thick length disappear into her made the whole experience ten times more erotic. Their gazes locked as he sought his own release, and Lily lost herself in the expression on his face. Muscles bulging, his face contorted into almost pain, before he grunted and pumped faster still. Heat bathed her insides and when he reached around and pinched her clit, Lily’s body, too, flew headlong into a release so spectacular her knees buckled and she would have fallen to the floor, had it not been for his cock still inside of her holding her up. Sloan steadied her with an arm round her waist and another orgasm shuddered through her when he pulled her up and thrust in a few more times.

  Lily was dimply aware of his untying her from the banister, and then they both slid to the floor in a tangled heap of arms and sweaty limbs. She giggled when Sloan’s softening cock eventually slipped out of her, and snuggled into his body.

  Cocooned in his arms and with the steady beat of his heart under her ears, she shut her eyes and simply enjoyed the postcoital bliss of sated limbo that only fantastic sex could leave her in.

  Eventually Sloan sighed and, lifting her perspiration-soaked hair off her neck, delivered little bites along her neck. They sent renewed shivers of awareness down her spine, and she felt his lips kick up into a smile.

  “I seem to recall I promised you a bath and food,” he said, and Lily wriggled until she could look at him.

  “And a chick flick, don’t forget,” she said, and Sloan groaned.

  “You’re going to hold me to that, aren’t you?”

  “Too damn right, I am, Sir.”

  Sloan laughed, and together they struggled into a more upright position.

  “Well, never let it be said I don’t keep to my promises, my precious sub.”

  The way he said that made Lily sigh in unadulterated happiness and he grinned down on her.

  “I’m assuming I’m not being presumptuous here. You are mine, right?”

  It was the hint of uncertainty in his deep voice that made her fall in love a little bit more with this man, and she blinked away tears of happines
s.

  “Yes, I’m yours, Sir. Yours and Cy’s that is, right?”

  Sloan sighed and nodded.

  “Yes, you are, but for now I have you all to myself, so, little subbie, scoot that little ass of yours up those stairs and into the bathroom. I have plans for later.”

  He tapped her nose and Lily took the hint and sprinted up those stairs, giggling all the way. They had a lot to discuss yet, and god only knew how they would work this rather unusual relationship they were attempting, but by god, she was looking forward to figuring it all out.

  Chapter Ten

  Sloan woke up with a crick in his neck, and Lily’s soft exhalations ghosting across his neck. The living room was bathed in the eerie, flickering glow of the telly, as the DVD they’d been watching had long since finished and the television had gone into stand-by mode. Sloan rolled his shoulders, clicked off the telly with the remote, and the room fell into semi-darkness, with the streetlights the only illumination. Lily stirred and moaned, and he grinned to himself.

  He couldn’t remember an evening he’d enjoyed this much in ages. He hadn’t even minded the endless rounds of chick flicks she’d made him watch, determined to hold him to his promise, it seemed.

  He’d grabbed a quick shower while Lily had soaked in the bath, and ordered them Chinese, and when she had reappeared, wearing nothing but joggers and a tank top, and with her face scrubbed clean of any make up, he’d damn well almost swallowed his tongue.

  Lily had given him a self-conscious smile, and gestured to her outfit.

  “You don’t mind, do you? This is what I normally wear at home,” she’d asked.

  Her eyes had widened and she’d gone a delightful shade of pink when he’d shaken his head at her.

  “Actually, I do mind. I would much rather you’d be naked and at my feet, and… Hey, it’s okay I’m joking.”

  “I-I can’t. I’m not… I mean he made me…”

  Sloan crunched his teeth remembering how pale she had gone. That bastard had a lot to answer for. Fortunately the arrival of their Chinese had broken the tense moment, and Sloan had done his best to keep the rest of the evening light. Hence the sitting through every rom-com movie on Netflix, or so it had seemed. The plan had worked, however, and Lily had relaxed, and they’d simply enjoyed each other’s company.

  Sloan sighed, and stood up with his precious bundle in his arms. Lily stirred slightly, but she stayed asleep, and his heart clenched anew looking down at her. Asleep and trustingly curled into him, she looked very young and vulnerable, and he cursed the bastard who’d messed with her to hell and back. A quick glance at the clock showed it to be 2.00 am in the morning. Cy would be in his hotel room now, and with their girl asleep it was the ideal time to fill his brother in.

  Having deposited Lily in the middle of his bed, Sloan made his way back downstairs and opened his laptop. It took mere moments for Cyrus to answer the Skype call and Sloan grinned at his brother’s rumpled appearance.

  “Rough flight was it, bro?” he asked and Cyrus ran a hand over his beard-roughened face and groaned.

  “Not too bad, but this fucking shit here will take me weeks to sort out. How’s our girl?”

  “Asleep, upstairs.”

  Cyrus whistled through his teeth and pulled a face.

  “You didn’t waste any fucking time, did you? Shit. I wish I was there with you.”

  “It’s not what you think,” Sloan said, and Cyrus flipped him the finger with an irritated expression on his face. Sloan shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Well, not entirely.”

  “Pull the other one. If she’s in your house and you haven’t fucked her, I’m gonna take to you the quack, cause clearly there’s something wrong with you, bro, and, no, I don’t want to know the fucking details, you lucky bastard.”

  Cyrus leaned back on the bed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

  “Look, if that’s why you’re calling me, then spare me. I know I said I wanted in, but I didn’t mean a rehash. She’s not with you right now, so I’m just gonna get some shut-eye. I’m knackered, man.”

  “I appreciate that, but we need to talk, without Lily, and this can’t wait.”

  Cyrus sat up straighter and positively glared at Sloan.

  “What the fuck did you do?”

  Despite the situation Sloan had to laugh. Waves of possessiveness rolled off his brother. Not that he had been in any doubt of Cy’s feelings for Lily, but it was good to see him so riled.

  “Her old Master came looking for her tonight.” Cy’s growl of disgust matched Sloan’s sentiments, and he nodded at his brother’s muttered, “No fucking way. What the hell did he want, and I hope you fucking decked him before he could get to her.”

  Sloan gave a humorless laugh, and shook his head.

  “I would have done, but I was more concerned with our girl. If you’d seen her, Cy. She was frightened stiff, and she only heard his voice. Clearly there is more to this than she’s told us. I know she said he hadn’t forced her, but now I have my doubts.”

  “Fuck!”

  Sloan nodded.

  “Yes, quite. Anyway, Tyson, bless the lad, made sure the asshole didn’t see her, and I took her home to mine.”

  “Good, don’t let her go back there. I know she’ll moan at that, but tie her to your fucking bed if you have to. I want her safe.”

  Sloan had to adjust his dick at the mental images that brought to mind and Cyrus, too, groaned and bashed his head against the headboard.

  “Shit, why the hell did I say that? Now I’m gonna have to try and get to sleep with a hard on to rival King Kong’s thinking of her like that.”

  He gave Sloan a grim smile and Sloan laughed.

  “I’ll make sure I video it, so you can see, shall I?” he asked and Cyrus bared his teeth

  “Sadist.”

  “Only as much as you, brother dearest, and besides, I highly doubt she’ll wanna go back there any time soon. Not until we got rid of that ass once and for all.”

  Cyrus nodded and grew thoughtful.

  “And how do you propose we do that? Last time I checked, killing someone was still illegal, and from the little she told me, and despite what you think, he didn’t do anything we can call the law on him for, unless she is omitting some details. She was of legal age when he started to have sex with her, and she signed all her rights over to him.”

  Sloan whistled through his teeth.

  “She’s told you all that?” The unwelcome stab of jealousy poking him in the gut made that question come out far harsher than he intended it to, and Cyrus’s eyes narrowed.

  “Yeah, so what? Funnily enough, we talk when I take her home, although I’ll admit it took all my considerable charm to wheedle that much out of her. She still didn’t give me the bastard’s name, and she doesn’t want to press charges. To be fair, I don’t think she’d get very far anyway. It’s a grey area at best, though I’m having the company lawyers look into it in any case. I think she just wants to forget it ever happened, but it sounds like that isn’t an option anymore.”

  “You can say that again. From what I can gather from Tyson, this guy used to cruise the estate, until he was warned off by the police, so he might have history we can get him on. Also, I think I recognized his voice, he—”

  “No fucking way.” Cyrus interrupted him, and he looked about ready to punch someone. “You mean the fucker is someone we know?”

  “Well, I can’t be sure until I actually get a look at him, but he’s got a very distinctive voice and from Tyson’s description it fits. I’m pretty sure he’s one of the guys who used to book the private theme rooms at the club for his parties. I’m talking a few years ago, now, probably when he had Lily, actually, which makes this all kinds of fucked up, and of course I haven’t been in the club in ages, but…”

  Sloan let his voice trail off, and Cyrus swore.

  “That doesn’t narrow it down that much. I can think of quite a few that would fit into those criteria. Mind you, it’s a start. I feel
fucking sick when I think about it. There’s one guy in particular, whose parties are… well, not my kink, and fuck, he so fits the description but Master E has been in the lifestyle for years. He’s got fucking VIP membership, though he wants that kept quiet, and he usually wears a mask at the club, and… fuck. He does like them young.”

  “Sounds like that may well be our man then. Tyson got the number plate for his jag.”

  Cyrus’s eyes lit up, and Sloan grinned.

  “Yeah, thought you might like that.”

  “Too damn right, send it over and I’ll get James to check it out on the sly. I know it’s not strictly speaking above board, but, hey, he’s a cop. He’ll want to know about this and put a stop to it as much as we do.”

  Sloan nodded. James O’Hara was a regular at the club, and also a detective with the Metropolitan Police.

  “Sounds like we have a plan then.”

  “Well, sort of. We still need to make sure it’s definitively him, and that could prove difficult without our girl’s co-operation, but we can ban his ass from the club and make sure he’s not accepted anywhere else either.”

  “So how are we going to play this? I want her kept out of it as much as we can. She needs to feel safe.”

  Cyrus sighed.

  “This is what I propose…”

  * * * *

  Lily turned over and punched her pillow in frustration, but she couldn’t ignore her full bladder any longer. Damn the need to pee. She didn’t want to leave the cozy cocoon of Sloan’s bed. The sheets smelled of him and she grinned. Jeez, she had it bad. The only way the evening they’d spent together could have been more perfect had been if Cyrus had been with them, too. The thought of being sandwiched between the two of them, made her heart beat faster. Though she doubted Cyrus would have been quite as happy to sit there and watch her favorite feel-good movies as Sloan had been. He certainly wouldn’t have let her ridiculous reaction to Sloan’s suggestion of being naked and at his feet go as easily as his brother had done. No, Cyrus would have insisted that she tell him exactly why that freaked her out so much.