Insatiable

by HELEN HARDT

  I opened my mouth to voice the thought when she rolled me back onto my back and began kissing my upper thighs.

  My cock stood at attention, aching for more of her licks and nips, aching even more for her to take me to the back of her throat, balls deep.

  But no, I’d savor this. Savor every second of attention she was giving my body.

  “Mmm, I love your legs,” she said against my skin. “They’re so muscular.”

  She licked down one leg, tickling me as she kissed my knee, and then smoothed her mouth over my calf to my foot. She licked my toes. Seriously sucked them.

  And God, it was heavenly.

  She worked her way back up my other leg until she came to my still rock-hard cock.

  “Please,” I said, clenching my teeth. “Suck me, baby. Please.”

  She gave the head a quick nip but passed on the sucking, moving up my belly to my chest once more.

  “Fuck!” I fisted the comforter. “You’re driving me insane. Totally insane.”

  “That is my plan,” she said naughtily. “I want you so on edge that you’re ready to pop at the slightest touch.”

  “I’m. Already. There.”

  “You think you’re already there,” she teased. “Trust me. You’re not. Not yet.”

  Then she clamped her lips around my nipple and sucked.

  My cock throbbed, and I moved my hips upward, searching for something to fill. Her sweet cunt. Her hot little ass. Her beautiful, warm mouth.

  Nothing. I was screwing air.

  She continued her attack on my nipple. Damn. Women always loved having their nipples sucked, but it had never occurred to me how good it might feel to me as well.

  She had the touch. She knew my body better than I did.

  “Baby, please,” I begged. “I need to get inside you. Please.”

  She had worked her way up to my head, and she pressed her lips to mine in a soft kiss. “Tit for tat,” she said teasingly. Then she turned around, positioning her pussy over my lips.

  Eat her? No problem. I could suck on her sweetness for hours, especially if it meant she put her warm mouth back on my cock.

  I groaned when she took me inside her warmth, tonguing me gently as she blew me.

  Her swollen pussy beckoned in its aromatic beauty. I inhaled, and then again, saturating myself with her musky fragrance. Then I dived in.

  Her folds were silky under my tongue and coated with her juices. I sucked at them, lapped up her cream, eating my fill.

  She squirmed on top of me, taking me deeper the more ferociously I ate her.

  So I ate her more ferociously, enjoying every single minute of it.

  I licked her hard clit and then forced my tongue into her wetness. Then I moved upward and flicked over her cute pink asshole. She’d played with mine, and now it was my turn. How I longed to fuck her in this virgin hole. I would. Someday.

  For now, I licked it, and when it was good and lubed up, I stroked it with a finger as I continued to lick her sweet pussy. She was amazing, so responsive to my every touch.

  God, I loved this woman. This beautiful woman.

  When she began moving more rapidly, I thrust two fingers into her tight cunt and massaged her G-spot. She came at once with an explosion, and without warning, I eased one finger into her tight little asshole.

  She squealed onto my cock, driving me to the brink. I released, shooting into her warm sweet mouth as I fucked both her holes with my fingers.

  Her pussy pulsated around my fingers, and I continued fucking her furiously, both holes in tandem, as she released again and again.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Marjorie

  Muddled.

  My mind was muddled. Lusty incoherent thoughts blended together in psychedelic visions of color and movement.

  This climax rolled through me like crashing waves against sandy shores.

  Penetration.

  Such pure and lovely penetration.

  Not just in my pussy, but in…

  Waves and waves and waves…

  Pure joy. Pure rapture. Pure euphoria.

  Bryce’s voice, so soothing and hot and sexy all at the same time. His words? Didn’t matter what he said. Just the sound waves of his sexy rumble rang in my ears, taking me further…further…

  I ground against his lips, his chin, his sandy stubble scraping me and making me hotter.

  My whole world was my pussy, my whole world was this moment.

  And I wanted it to last…last…last…

  Baby. Honey. Come for me. That’s it. Yes. Enjoy it, sweetheart. You’re so hot. So beautiful.

  I love you so much.

  All the words. All the words from his throat in his deep husky timbre.

  All…the…words…

  I soared even higher, his tongue vibrating against my clit, his fingers plunging in and out of me, stroking me, giving me more and more pleasure with each silky thrust.

  Heaven. Pure, raw heaven.

  I continued grinding, determined to take it all…

  Until the pleasure grew so intense, so lusty, so perfect…

  One perfect implosion, bringing every cell of my body together in humming joy.

  One.

  Perfect.

  Implosion.

  Words poured out of my mouth, but I couldn’t say what they were.

  Words of passion, joy.

  Words of love for this man bringing me the ultimate pleasure.

  Words not from my body or even my heart.

  Words from my soul.

  He slowed his fingers as I came down from my high.

  Down, down, down…until my hips stopped grinding and I lay on top of him, his hard cock against my cheek, perspiration dripping from my forehead, from my breasts.

  My breath came in rapid puffs against his thigh.

  Bliss.

  Pure joy.

  The climax settled, and the contractions of my body grew slower and less frequent until they disappeared altogether, leaving me in a peaceful harmony I’d never experienced.

  I could fall asleep here, against his hard thigh, his cock smooth and hard against my cheek.

  So easy. It would be so easy…

  My eyes closed of their own accord.

  Marj. Baby. Honey.

  His voice? Or my imagination? I didn’t know at this point.

  “Marj. Baby. Honey.”

  I opened my eyes. “Hmm?”

  “I love you so much. That was so hot.”

  “Mmm,” was all I could muster.

  “Here,” he said. “Let me move you over so you’re comfortable.”

  “Perfectly comfortable,” I murmured, closing my eyes again.

  Still, he gently moved me so that my body was cradled by the silky sheet and the soft mattress. I held my arms out to him.

  He smiled above me, his eyes heavy-lidded. “I can wait.”

  No. I needed him to release, to experience the miracle I’d experienced. “Please,” I said softly. “Make love to me. Please.”

  He smiled again, his chin and cheeks glistening with my wetness. Then he slowly pushed his cock into me.

  “God. So tight.”

  Yeah, I was tight. Tight as a drum after that plentiful orgasm. His big cock tunneled into me, burning through and making me want to come again. I wasn’t sure I could after that amazing climax, but damn, that slow burn…

  “Can’t. Need to fuck you.”

  Bryce increased his pace, thrusting…thrusting…thrusting…

  The burn turned to flames within me, and the pressure built, until—

  “God, honey.” He plunged into me balls deep.

  And I shattered with him.

  A glorious climax in tandem. Nothing like the last one, but no less spectacular.

  We flew together, our bodies joined in the ultimate clasp, our sweat mingling, his lips pressed to my neck.

  I love you. I love you. I love you.

  The words swirled around us, sometimes in his voice, sometimes in mine.
Sometimes simply vibrating in the air between us.

  Whole. Complete. Never alone again.

  Never.

  Never alone again.

  Morning came sooner than I wanted it to. I woke next to Bryce when the alarm on his phone went off at seven a.m. I stretched my arms languidly above my head, letting the sunlight stream from the window onto my still naked body.

  Bryce opened his eyes and fumbled for the phone. “Sorry about that.”

  “It’s okay. We’ve both got to get up anyway.”

  He smiled. “Last night was amazing.”

  “It was perfect,” I said.

  He sighed. “But now back to reality.”

  “Afraid so.” I kissed his lips lightly. “Unless you’ve got time for another round?”

  He pulled me into his embrace. “I always have time for that.” He pushed my long hair out of my eyes. “I’ve never been so afraid in my life as I was when you were missing. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, Marjorie.”

  I kissed him again. “You won’t lose me.”

  “I can’t.” He inhaled and let it out slowly. “I want you to go to Paris.”

  “We’ve been through this. I’m not leaving until Jade has the baby. And right now, I can’t leave. Not until all this is settled.”

  “I miss Henry like crazy,” he said, “but at least I know he’s safe. I text my mom hourly. I’m sure she thinks I’m nuts.”

  “She thinks you love your son, and you do.” I kissed his forehead, his hair tickling my lips.

  “I’ll miss you like crazy too, and I’ll text you all the time. I just can’t go through not knowing where you are again, what’s happening to you.”

  “Nothing happened to me. Nothing horrible, anyway.”

  “But it could have. What if it hadn’t been Dominic who took you? What if it had been that psycho brother of his?”

  “It wasn’t. He was busy trying to take on you and Joe. How do you think I feel? You got pepper-sprayed, but something much worse could have happened.”

  He shook his head. “We were ready for him to be armed. We took care of that.”

  “But you weren’t ready for the pepper spray.”

  “How could we be? It’s a pro move. We’re lucky it wasn’t something lethal.”

  “It didn’t have to be. It took you out for the time required for him to get away.”

  He chuckled. “I’d like to say you were wrong, but—”

  “You can’t,” I finished for him.

  “Fucker had his office booby trapped. It’s not a bad idea, actually.”

  “Don’t you start booby-trapping your office. Or this house. I don’t want to live that way, Bryce.”

  “We won’t,” he promised. “But I have to figure out this whole thing first. Cade Booker and Ted Morse and how they all tie in to Justin Valente and my father. I need to talk to Joe.”

  “Yeah, we all do. He’s busy with the new baby.”

  “I know. I hate to bother him, but he knows Booker better than the rest of us.”

  “He does?”

  “Yeah. I can’t say how, but he does.”

  “You can’t keep secrets from me, Bryce.”

  “I don’t want to, but this is Joe’s story to tell, not mine. Talon and Ryan don’t know either.”

  Curiosity pounded through me. “Bryce…”

  “I can’t. I’ve already violated Joe’s trust once, and I won’t do it again. You wouldn’t do it to Jade, would you?”

  Shit. He had me there. “No,” I said reluctantly.

  He threaded his fingers through my disheveled hair. “Thank you. For understanding.”

  “I do understand. I don’t like it, though.”

  “I don’t like it either. I promise a day will come when there are no secrets between us.”

  “Just not today,” I said.

  “Not today. But I can give you something else today.” He pulled me to him and kissed me thoroughly.

  And a moment later, I forgot all about my oldest brother and his secrets.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Bryce

  Her mouth was warm and inviting, as always, and I hardened instantly.

  Would we always want each other like this? I couldn’t imagine not wanting Marjorie. Not craving her. Not aching for her touch, her lips on mine, her body gloving me.

  I hovered over her and slowly entered her, and then I wrapped her in my arms and rolled us to our sides, so we were facing each other.

  I met her gaze, our eyes locking. “I love you so much,” I whispered.

  “I love you too.” She cast her gaze downward. “Watch. Watch as you go in and out of me. It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?”

  I followed her gaze to our joining. As I slid in and out of her sweet, tight body, I did as she asked.

  I watched.

  Mesmerized.

  Entranced.

  Had I ever seen anything more perfect?

  We always ended up fucking in a passionate frenzy, but this morning…this was lovemaking in all its truth. In all its perfection.

  Slow. Sweet. And with the perfect partner.

  Our lips met tenderly, our tongues twirled, and our mouths melded into one.

  And I made love to my wonderful woman.

  At the office later, Joe showed up.

  “Hey,” I said. “How are Melanie and the baby?”

  “They’re good. She’s set up in her hotel suite but spends most of her time at the hospital with little Brad so he can get regular breast feedings. He should be good to come home in a week or two.”

  “That’s great news.”

  He nodded. “I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive you guys for going after Marj and my mother without me.”

  “You had to stay with Melanie and the baby.”

  “I know, but you could have at least told me.”

  “Your attention needed to be focused on your wife and child, Joe. We all agreed.”

  “We all agreed? I didn’t get a vote in there.”

  “We all thought—”

  He stopped me with a gesture. “Fine. I get it. I probably would have done the same thing if it had been Tal with Jade giving birth. Still…”

  “You didn’t like being left out.”

  “Nope. It doesn’t sit well with me.”

  “It’s over now. We got Marj and your mom back. But there’s still a lot—”

  He nodded. “I know. Let’s go outside.”

  I followed him outside the office building until we were about a hundred yards away.

  “You still think we’re being spied on?” I said.

  “I can’t prove it, but damn, I feel like someone’s watching me.”

  “We’re doing everything we can. Changing our cell phones, watching what we say anywhere inside. What else can we do?”

  He didn’t reply.

  “Joe,” I said, “you’re going to need to be straight with me about something.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Booker. Cade Booker. I know you don’t want to tell me anything more about how you know him, but I’m going to ask you to do it anyway. You both went to the same underground leather club.”

  He nodded.

  “I need more information if I’m going to help you figure this out. What else can you tell me about him?”

  “Nothing.” Joe was adamant.

  “Please.” I quickly filled him in on our discussion with Dominic last night. “His own brother says he’s a psycho.”

  “Hell, I agree. Who else but a psycho is armed with three guns and has his office rigged with pepper spray?”

  “Not a psycho, maybe. Someone who’s very afraid of something. Someone who is overly cautious. That’s why I’m asking. What else do you know about this guy?”

  “Just because he’s into—”

  “Damn it, Joe, you know that’s not what I mean. What you do in the bedroom is your own thing, and whether you like to do it at some club doesn’t bother me one bit. But Booker’s the issue
here, and you’ve seen him in a way others haven’t.”

  “What he likes doesn’t matter.”

  “Maybe it doesn’t. But maybe it does.”

  “I can’t, Bryce. It’s a gentleman’s code.”

  “The man attacked us. I think the code is broken.”

  “What if he makes it public that I used to go there?”

  “You ashamed of it?”

  “Hell, no. But it’s not something I want my mother and sister to know, for God’s sake.”

  “Your mother is out of it. She won’t have a clue. As for your sister—”

  “Don’t even. I don’t want to hear about any of my sister’s kinks.”

  I chuckled. “I wasn’t going to give you anything like that. Trust me.”

  “God. You mean there are kinks?”

  I shook my head. “Let’s not get into Marj’s kinks or yours, okay? I’m only interested in Booker’s, and certainly not from a sexual standpoint. Just from the standpoint of learning more about him.”

  Joe stayed quiet for a minute.

  He’d tell me, though. I needed to know, so I could help him. He knew that.

  “He’s a switch,” Joe finally said.

  “Say what?”

  “A top-bottom switch. Sometimes he likes to dominate, other times he likes to submit.”

  “O…kay.”

  “You don’t know the jargon,” Joe said. “I get it. But here’s the thing. Most men are Dominants, and most women are submissives, at least at this club. We had a few female Dommes and a few male subs, but it’s usually the other way around at a place like this. Switches, though, are even less common than male subs and female Dommes.”

  “So he’s got an uncommon kink.”

  “These aren’t really kinks. Maybe they are. You’ve got to understand. When you like this stuff, it seems normal.”

  “I’ve got nothing against any kind of alternative lifestyle—”

  “What I’m saying is that it doesn’t seem alternative to us. I’ll be honest with you. It’s not a whole life thing for me. I like to be dominant in the bedroom.”

  That was hardly a surprise. I’d known this guy my whole life. If there was ever a born Dominant, it was Jonah Steel.