“Of course I did. With you.”
“Because I’m not letting you go. I’ll keep you chained up if I have to.”
She smiled, excitement fluttering in her belly. “That sounds like fun. Level two, is it?”
He growled. “Whatever I am, that’s what you’re getting.”
“Good.” She nuzzled his cheek. “I can’t wait.”
He lifted her against the cool wall of the water shower, and moved her legs apart. “This is what you’re getting, babe.”
He slid his cock inside her. She was wet, not only from the water, but from her own cream that had started flowing as soon as he’d pulled off her clothes.
This was where she belonged, with his arms around her and him inside her.
She wriggled, letting his cock penetrate deep. “Do you still have the collar?” she asked.
His eyes had filled with dark blue, his breath was hot. She swore that steam was curling from his skin. “You bet I do, little girl.”
“I want to wear it. I want to hand you the chain and be your slave.”
His cock pressed in deeper. “I think I can arrange that.”
“I want you to fuck me every day, and teach me to fuck you.”
“You got it, baby.”
“Do you love me, Rees?”
“Gods, yes.”
He ground his hips into her. She tilted her head back, let the shower rain on her. He kissed her throat, licked her skin.
“Will you whip me when I’m bad?” she whispered.
He bit her neck. “Every time.”
“I want to be bad, now.”
Rees licked his way back to her lips. His fingers slid between her buttocks, started playing with her ass. “I’m glad Rio’s leaving. I want you all to myself.”
She gave him a playful look. “But maybe we can have him over, just to say goodbye.”
Rees rested his face against hers. “You are a bad girl.”
“I know. You taught me how to be.”
He kissed her hard. “I love you, Talan.”
“I love you, Rees.”
Rees looked at her a long moment. Then he eased himself out of her and turned off the water shower.
He took her hand, led her, dripping and naked, to the bedroom. He took the collar from where he’d kept it beside his bed and snapped it around her neck.
She pulled the thin chain across her breasts, letting it catch on her hardened nipples, then she handed it to him.
His eyes went dark. He took the chain and led her with it across the room to the terminal.
Then he sat her on his lap and turned on the monitor to call Rio.
* * * * *
Hours later, she drowsed in Rees’ bed, sandwiched between her lover and her friend. Both men warmed her, soothed her, eased her.
Her legs were twined with Rees’ and her head lay on his shoulder.
This is happiness , she thought. Love and being with the ones you love. Not ideas, not riches, not convention. Deep contentedness, she thought, was worth all that.
She nearly laughed out loud thinking about how she was spending time with the ones she loved.
Her soft giggles woke Rees and Rio. Rio raised up on his elbow and grinned.
Rees kissed her. He lifted her, his hands going to her already wet pussy to spread her and ready her.
And then they made her happy all over again.
About the author
Allyson James is yet one more name for a woman who has racked up four pseudonyms in the first two years of her career. She often cannot remember what her real name is and has to be tapped on the shoulder when spoken to.
Allyson began writing at age eight (a five-page story that actually contained goal, motivation, and conflict). She learned the trick of standing her math book up on her desk so she could write stories behind it. She wrote love stories before she knew what romances were, dreaming of the day when her books would appear at libraries and bookstores. At age thirty, she decided to stop dreaming and do it for real. She published the first short story she ever submitted in a national print magazine, which gave her the false illusion that getting published was easy.
After a long struggle and inevitable rejections, she at last sold a romance novel, then, to her surprise, sold several mystery novels, more romances, and then Romantica™ to Ellora’s Cave. She has been nominated for two Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice awards and has had starred reviews in Booklist and Top Pick reviews in Romantic Times.
Allyson met her soulmate in fencing class (the kind with swords, not posts-and-rails). She looked down the length of his long, throbbing rapier and fell madly in love.
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