by Tawny Taylor
How the hell would she get through this?
“Relax, Amanda. You’ve enjoyed having other men touch you before.”
“I know. But this is different somehow.” She glanced at the half-empty bottle. The fruity beverage was almost sickly sweet. It wasn’t sitting so good. She set it down.
“I have an idea.” Zane went to his closet of toys and returned with a blindfold. “You won’t know whose hand is where.”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” she said.
“Trust me.”
She indicated he could go ahead with a nod. What the hell? It was worth a shot. The alcohol wasn’t working. She really wanted to enjoy this experience. Zane was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen. Bruce came in a close second. If she could get past her anxiety, she might have fun with this.
Zane tied the blindfold on and her world went dark.
Her heart, which had already been thumping heavily, started racing. Her mouth went dry.
“I’m your king,” Zane whispered in her ear. He nipped her earlobe. “You’ll do as I wish.” How she loved it when Zane took charge like that. A little shiver of excitement raced through her body. Two hands skimmed up her thighs. “Your body is mine. Always mine.” Her knees were drawn apart. Heat rushed to her core. “Mmmm. You smell good. Woman. Need.” A fingertip flicked over her pussy, covered by a thin layer of satin. She slid down until her bottom rested on the very edge of the cushion. Her back arched, tilting her hips up. “Patience, Amanda. You’ll get my cock soon. But not yet.”
Her wet pussy clenched. She was definitely getting into this. Thank God for blindfolds.
Someone lifted her ass off the couch. Her panties were tugged down over her hips. Little nibbles and kisses were trailed along both legs as the garment was slowly pulled lower, lower. Then they were gone, and her pussy was aching to be filled. A steady throb of moist heat pulsed through her groin. Her nipples were tingling, their points pushing at the thin material of her dress.
“Are you getting warm, Amanda?” Zane asked.
He knew the answer. “Touch me and you’ll find out for yourself.”
His chuckle reverberated through her whole system. “We’re going to make you burn.”
“Promises, promises,” she said on a contented sigh. Someone had decided she didn’t need to wear her dress any longer. That someone was a god. Now fully nude, she was lounging on the couch while two sets of hands and two mouths explored and teased and nipped and tasted. She was quickly racing toward orgasm. And just as fast concluding that the threesome thing was not a bad idea at all.
Rather than recline there, languishing in decadent indulgence, she put her hands to work, yanking shirts over heads, tugging pants down long, lean, muscular legs. She mapped two broad chests with her fingertips. She traced the deep lines crossing two defined stomachs. She sighed and moaned as images of two glorious male bodies played through her mind. And when one hard cock landed in her palm, she happily gave it a few long, slow strokes. In return, she received a deep, husky male groan.
She felt a smile spreading across her face.
“What are you smiling about, minx?” Zane asked.
“Nothing in particular.” She shivered as a finger or tongue flicked over her labia. “Oh, does that feel goooood ...”
“What?” Again, Zane.
“Everything.”
“We’re going to move to the bedroom now,” Zane told her.
Someone swept her up into his thick arms. All Mandy had to do is lean into him and inhale and she knew it was Zane. His scent was unique, intoxicating. He set her on the bed. “Have you ever thought about being penetrated by two men at once?” Zane asked. A finger slid into her pussy. Her slick passage clamped tightly around it. “Here,” he said. A second finger circled her anus. “And here.”
“I have ... but ... I’m not sure.” Instantly, she thought of his piercing. Would it hurt if he was the one fucking her anus?
“I promise, we’ll go slowly. And we’ll stop if it becomes uncomfortable. Every woman I’ve done this with has enjoyed it. A great deal.”
She hoped he wasn’t exaggerating. “I’ll try it.”
Zane kissed her to oblivion before murmuring against her mouth, “You won’t regret it.”
“If I don’t, I guarantee it’ll be the last time.”
Once again, his low, rumbling laughter vibrated through her body. In its wake, little blazes of erotic heat simmered everywhere, from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
The bed shifted as male bodies took their positions, and Mandy, still blindfolded, was set on her hands and knees over one of them.
“I’ll be fucking your ass, Amanda,” Zane said behind her as someone smoothed lube over her clit with slow circles. His words, coupled with the heaviness in his voice and the waves of spiraling pleasure crashing through her, nearly sent her over the edge.
“Zane ... ,” she said. A thick cock slid inside her pussy and she jerked upright. “Ohmygod.” Her flesh gripped the invading member. Her body tightened. Her heart rate kicked up into overdrive. “Ohmygod,” she said again when two fingers plunged into her ass.
So full.
So good.
Beneath her, Bruce rocked his hips up and down, driving his cock deep inside her wet pussy. Behind her, Zane scissored his fingers, preparing her anus for his rod.
Any moment now he’d drive his cock inside. Would it hurt? Would it feel as good as his fingers did now?
Zane gripped her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. His cock breached her entry easily enough, but he didn’t force himself deeper quickly. Instead he inched in, which amplified her pleasure.
Unbelievably full now, she was tense all over, burning with fever and barely able to register what was going on around her. In the distance, she heard Bruce’s heavy breaths huffing from his chest as he slammed into her. His fucking was rough and raw and delicious. Different from Zane’s but nearly as mind-blowing. Zane, on the other hand, was in complete control as he drove home and withdrew with smooth, long strokes.
“We can feel each other,” Zane said. “We can feel every inch.”
The best Mandy could manage was, “Ahhhhh ...”
Beneath her, Bruce’s body was heating up and tightening. The warmth seemed to be soaking into her body, too, amplifying her pleasure.
Almost there.
So close.
She trembled. She quaked. Her body tightened all over. Her toes curled. A storm surge of erotic pleasure tumbled over her and she was lost. Her body spasmed. She cried out. Zane leaned over her, his weight pushing her down onto Bruce. Bruce trembled. A low, drawn-out cry of pleasure cut through the thick air. Mandy’s body rhythmically contracted around both cocks, milking them. Zane withdrew first, kissing her shoulder, her mouth before brushing past her. She knew the minute he bit Bruce. Bruce’s cock instantly grew enormous inside her. And a low guttural sound vibrated in his chest.
Somehow, Mandy was swept up in a second orgasm. Her body spasmed. Fierce flames blazed up and down. Throbbing pleasure pulsed through her veins. She heard herself cry out. Felt her lungs deflate and then, burning with the need for air, she gulped in huge mouthfuls.
This was insane.
This was intense.
This was everything Zane had promised.
And more.
Yes, oh, yes, she’d do this again. Soon. Very soon.
Five minutes later, she was no longer blindfolded, feeling tingly and happy and good all over as she lay, panting, between Zane and Bruce.
“Amanda,” Zane said, giving her a very serious look, “a friend down at the police department told me Sarah’s being bonded out. She’ll be walking the streets tomorrow. I want you to stay here with me. Until the trial.”
So much for the tingly, happy, good-all-over feeling.
27
Mandy rushed into the office the next morning, her brain a jumble of mixed-up thoughts.
Sarah was out of jail.
Zane wanted her to move i
n for the next six months or more. Her life would be very different if she moved in with him—much more complicated.
“Good morning!” Max said, his voice a cheery invasion as she zoomed past his desk on the way to her office.
“Good morning.” She stopped. Looked at him. “Can you do something for me?”
“Sure, anything.”
She motioned to the pad of stickies sitting on his desk. She scribbled her former best friend’s name on the top one and handed it back to him. “Dig up everything you can find on that woman. Everything. I need to know her darkest secrets.”
“Will do.” Max set to work immediately, his slim fingers flying over his keyboard. The kid was a genius, able to find stuff even Sarah hadn’t been able to get. Mandy figured she didn’t need to ask how he did it. Some things were better left unexplored.
In her office, she slumped into her chair and checked messages. Thankfully, her caseload was light this week. If she did decide to move in with Zane, now was probably the best time to do it.
But...
Was she ready to take such a huge leap with Zane? Their relationship was far from stable. There were so many issues that hadn’t been hammered out yet. Hell, they hadn’t even agreed to any kind of exclusive sexual relationship. How weird would it be if she was living there and Zane brought home some other woman?
I can’t do this.
That other issue aside, there was a part of her that had always believed it was better to get married than live with a boyfriend. She’d watched so many of her friends’ relationships fail when they’d gone the living-together route.
Of course, this situation was unique. Moving in with him was a matter of security, safety. Her life was in jeopardy. She needed protection.
What the hell was the judge thinking, letting Sarah out of prison? Gah! This was all his fault.
Mandy paced back and forth, accomplishing nothing for over an hour. She made lists, pros and cons. She thought about the situation, looking at it from every angle she could imagine.
What if she stayed somewhere else for a while, like a hotel?
She thought about her strained bank account.
No, that wasn’t going to work.
Her phone rang. She checked the number. Zane.
She answered with a cheery, “Hello.” She didn’t want him to know how stressed out she was about moving in with him. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings. In his mind, he was doing the right thing—protecting her. “What’s up?”
“Hi,” he said in that sexy bedroom voice. “I hired a moving company. They’ll be at your place at six. I hope that’s okay.”
“Six o’clock? Today?”
“Yes. I figured you’d want your things sooner rather than later. Was I wrong?”
“No ... but ...” She plopped into her chair, shoving her fingers through her hair.
“Amanda, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing. I just ... haven’t had time to pack.”
“The movers will pack it all for you. You don’t have to lift a finger. And don’t worry, they’re very trustworthy. I’ve used them before.”
She wasn’t going to ask.
“Amanda?”
“I’m here.” She dropped her head. Her forehead struck the desktop. Thunk.
“Do we need to talk about this again?”
“No. Yes. Maybe.”
“I’ll be there in fifteen. Where are you?”
“Work. But—”
“Fifteen.” He cut off the call before she could tell him not to bother. She stared at the phone.
Was this what her life would be like? Would he take over, leaving her with absolutely no control? Could she handle this?
She tried to accomplish a few things before Zane came in. She failed. Exactly fifteen minutes later, Zane strolled into her office, looking as devastatingly handsome as always. In his hands he carried a coat, hat, sunglasses, and umbrella. He closed the door. “Now, tell me what’s going on.” He set his things down on the floor.
“Nothing’s ‘going on.’ It’s just... this is all happening so fast.”
He settled his hot body into the chair across from her desk. “Yes, of course it is. But I don’t see another option. I won’t have you staying at your apartment with that ... woman ... on the loose.”
“But moving in with you for such an extended period of time is a big step. It’s not like I’ll be a temporary houseguest. I’ll be living with you.” Maybe sleeping with you ... ?
“What are you worried about? Losing your independence?”
“That’s one issue that’s come to mind.”
His expression darkened.
She sighed. Dammit, his feelings were hurt. She reached for him. “Zane, I appreciate the thought. You’re so generous. Protective. Caring—”
“Controlling, overbearing. Manipulative—”
“No.”
He lifted his brows.
“Okay, maybe a little controlling. I like that. Sometimes.” She blushed.
He nodded. “In the bedroom.”
“Yes.”
“But outside.”
She shrugged. “That’s not my only concern.”
“Tell me.”
How she hated difficult discussions like this one. She gnawed on her lip. She shifted in her chair.
“Amanda, what is it?”
“I don’t think I can live with you without having some kind of understanding between us.”
“You’re talking about sex?”
“Yeah. I can’t sleep in the room next to you while you’re fucking someone else.”
Zane sighed. “I understand. Dammit.” He stood. He paced. “It isn’t that I don’t care for you. I do.”
“I know you love me, Zane. I’m in danger and of course you want to keep me safe.”
His expression brightened a little. “Yeah.”
She looked at him for a moment. “Here’s the other thing. I told myself a long time ago that I’d never live with a man.”
“Uh ...”
“If I loved a man enough to make that kind of commitment, I’d marry him.”
“Oh.” His face went bread-dough white. It was almost comical. Vampire or not, it seemed Zane reacted like any other red-blooded man when it came to the big M-word. “I see.”
“So, you understand where I’m coming from?”
“I do. I mean ... yeah.” He paced some more. “Maybe I can come up with another alternative.”
“Thank you.” That went better than she’d expected.
He walked around the desk and pulled her to her feet. He gathered her into his arms. After kissing her sweetly, he headed for the door. “Do you want me to help you?”
“Yes. Please. If you think of something, by all means, tell me.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” He shrugged into his coat, pulled his hat down low to shade his face, and put on his sunglasses; then he left.
Breathing much easier, she flopped into her chair and tried to get back to work. Three hours later, she’d accomplished absolutely nothing. She glanced at her calendar.
Shit, it was the fifteenth. She had to pay Grandma’s rent. She’d almost forgotten. It was a good excuse to run over and see that sweet old lady anyway. Lately she’d been too busy to make regular visits like she used to. Quickly, she wrote a check, sealed it in an envelope, and dashed out, waving at Max as she zipped past. Twenty minutes later, she was at Grandma’s assisted-living complex, handing the secretary the payment. Five minutes later, she was knocking on Grandma’s door.
Grandma answered, took one look at Mandy, and scowled. “It’s about fucking time.”
Mandy gave her angry grandmother a hug. “I’m sorry, Grandma.”
“You should be.” Grandma stepped aside to let Mandy into her tiny studio apartment. It was basically a bedroom with an attached bath and a kitchenette. It looked like a hospital room. It smelled like one, too. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a visitor?”
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“I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.” Grandma plopped into her recliner, the ratty old piece of furniture a vestige from the life she’d once led. “What the hell is so important that you can’t take an hour or two out of your week to come and visit?”
“There’s been a lot of stuff going on.”
“Tell me.” Gran waved at the little refrigerator. “Get me a juice first. I’m thirsty.”
Mandy opened a bottle of apple juice, shoved a straw into the top, and handed it to her grandmother; then she spent the next hour telling her everything that had happened, right down to Sarah’s arrest. Well, not quite everything. She left out the juicy parts. Like the stuff that happened at the bondage club. And the things she’d done with Zane at his house. And the threesome she’d had with Zane and Bruce. She also left out the bit about how Zane was a vampire and needed to suck Bruce’s blood every couple of days. She was pretty sure those stories would put her dear old grandma in cardiac arrest.
Gran handed Mandy the empty juice bottle just as Mandy finished. “Well, I guess you have been busy.” She motioned to the cabinet. “Now I’m hungry. Could you get me a doughnut? They’re in the cupboard above the sink.”
“Sure.” Mandy found the box and, using a napkin, selected one of the powdered sugar–covered pastries. She handed it over and returned to her seat.
“So what’s next?” Gran asked.
“I don’t know. I agree with Zane. Staying at my place is probably not the best idea. But where else could I go?”
“I suppose you could sleep here. On the floor. If they tried to kick you out, I’d let them have it.” Grandma shook a fist at the door. “I’ll tell those bastards what to do with their rules.”
Mandy swallowed a chuckle. Grandma had never appreciated people laughing at her. “No, that’s okay. Besides, I wouldn’t want to put you in danger.”
“So why not stay with Zane? He sounds like a nice man.”
“He is ... nice.” Looking. He smells nice, too. Kisses nice.
“Then what’s the problem? Don’t you like him?”
“I do. Very much.” Mandy fidgeted in her seat. This was awkward. What had made her think it was a good idea talking about Zane?
