by Lexi Blake
“Oh, god, you’re going to plug me.”
He couldn’t help it. He had to grin. “Yes, but how did you know?”
“I’ve written this scene, Adam. What if I don’t want to be plugged?”
“Then we can end this right here and right now. I’ll be as vanilla as possible, and you’ll never know how it feels to have two men inside you because neither one of us will fuck your ass until you’ve been properly prepared.” He took a hard line, but softened a little, smoothing back her hair. “The whole ménage thing is kind of dependent on anal sex. If you aren’t interested, then we should rethink this. I really don’t want to take turns. I would rather we take you together. I have my fantasies, too.”
Her chin came up in a stubborn tilt, and she turned, placing her hands on the walls of the shower and spreading her legs. She leaned over, making her back almost flat.
“Will this do?” Serena asked.
It was an excellent position of entry. “For a virgin, you’re quite informed.”
She turned a little, a smile on her face. “I research.”
“You researched anal sex?”
“Of course. So I know you’re going to need lube. Don’t try to convince me that water will work.”
“Never, sweetheart.” He stepped out of the shower and thanked god he was a deeply prepared man. He had lube and the plug he’d purchased just for her waiting in the drawer by the sink. He grabbed them both and stepped back into the shower. Her ass wiggled a little as she firmed her stance. He put his hands on the globes of that gorgeous ass. “Tell me how one researches anal sex.”
He placed the small plug on her back just above the dimples of her ass. He opened the lube and parted her cheeks, viewing that perky little rosette for the first time.
“The normal way. I read. I watched movies.”
He lubed up a finger and touched it. His cock jumped as she clenched. He rimmed her. He would have to go slowly, carefully. It was all right. He was a patient man. He was also deeply amused. “Sweetheart, the normal way to research anal is to take a cock up your ass.”
“And that’s how you researched it?” Serena’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
“Yes, it is.” He was suddenly damn happy he could answer that question in the positive. “I don’t have Master rights at Sanctum, but every person with a membership has to pass a safety course. For the men who intend to engage in anal sex, that includes taking a plugging.”
Her whole body shook. “So you and Jake?”
He circled her over and over, forcing the muscles to start to relax. Talking to her seemed to help. She’d settled down, the tenseness leaving her body. “Yep. And let me tell you, he whined the whole time. He’s a goddamn commando, but one little plug up the old rectum had his eyes watering.” He was sure everything he was telling her would wind up in a book. Jake was going to kick his ass. “And I’ll go one better. Ian follows his own rules.”
“Ian Taggart?”
He pressed his pinky finger in slightly, gaining ground. She didn’t flinch. He was sure her mind was working through his words. “Ian Taggart wouldn’t do anything to a sub he hasn’t experienced himself. I might think Ian’s an asshole of epic proportions half the time, but he’s a good Dom. He takes it seriously. I take it seriously. Not the Dom thing, but sex. This is serious, Serena. It’s supposed to be fun, but I want to take care of you, too.”
Her laughter had died, a somberness taking over. “I think I would like that.”
His finger sank into her ass, the muscles clenching around him. Fuck, she was going to be so tight. He wouldn’t last long in the heat of her ass. He started to fuck her with his finger, slow and gentle. “I would like that, too. I’ve enjoyed this week. I like preparing your schedule and making sure you have what you need. How do you feel, Serena?”
Her breath came out in a ragged little burst. “Okay. It’s weird. I don’t know that I like it, but I don’t hate it.”
He pulled his pinky out, washed off in the shower, and got the plug ready. He pressed the tip to her anus and applied a little pressure, satisfied by the huff that came out of her. “This is the kind of sex that gets better with time. And a cock is different. Or so I’ve been told.”
“You don’t know?”
He stopped. “No. Despite what my father thinks, I’ve never taken a cock up my ass and have no intentions to.”
“I was joking, Adam.” Serena wiggled her ass, this time seemingly on purpose. “I have no doubt about your heteroness. I have no idea what your dad is thinking. You couldn’t pass for gay if you tried.”
He laughed a little. She was being incredibly sweet. He knew how he could come off at times. But he intended to make sure she never questioned his desire for her. “You say that because you haven’t seen me try. Jake and I have gone undercover as lovers before.”
She stood, obviously forgetting she had orders. “You and Jake?”
It was said with a breathless curiosity that had Adam smiling. “Yes. We’ve discovered it’s an amazing way to get a woman in between us.” He sobered a little. “It’s also a good way to seem innocuous. When someone we’ve got under surveillance thinks we’re gay, they get it in their head that all these muscles are about being attractive, not years of training. They discount that either of us could be dangerous.”
Her eyes roamed his body, stopping on the freshest of his scars, a puckered, circular scar in the center of a neat, surgical one.
“It looks like someone didn’t underestimate you.” Her voice sounded small as though she was just understanding his job was dangerous.
“Oh, no, this is courtesy of a man who definitely underestimated me. He also got the jump on me because I was attempting to save Grace at the time.” He caught her hand and brought it to touch the scar on his abdomen. She needed to understand. “This is who I am, Serena. This isn’t my only scar. This was a bullet to the gut.” He moved her hand to a silvery scar on his chest. “This I got in Afghanistan. If you look at my back, there’s a knife wound from some close quarter fighting in Iraq.”
She touched a small scar over his left brow. “And here?”
He smiled. “I was ten, fell down at boarding school. I think I was trying to climb over a fence I wasn’t supposed to climb at the time.”
“I don’t care how many scars you have, Adam. I think you’re beautiful.” Her chin came up as though she was just daring him to deny her.
So sweet. She was beyond what he needed. She was practically perfect.
“I think you’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He leaned over and kissed her, putting his mouth on hers, reveling in the way she softened under him. “Now turn around and let me do what I need to do. You want both of us, don’t you? You have to know we won’t take you until you’re ready. We don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded and turned back, finding her previous position. He could tell she was nervous by the tight lines of her body. She might have written this scene before, but she’d certainly never performed it. He was going to give her a whole new perspective. Helping Serena explore this side of herself would bind them all together. It would be the gift they gave each other.
She shivered a little. The water was still hot, so Adam chalked it up to nerves. He lubed up the plug. Once it was in, she wouldn’t be nervous again. She would know that it was just a necessary discomfort, and after the first few minutes, it wouldn’t even be terribly uncomfortable.
He pressed the plug to her rosette and began to work it in. He moved in little bursts, gaining an inch here and there and then pulling back, fucking her ass gently. Her back moved, her hands clenching, but she didn’t protest or try to pull away.
“How are you doing, Serena?” He pushed the plug in, her anus fighting him, but slowly opening.
“I’m fine. I don’t know if I like it.”
He couldn’t help but smile. He gained another inch, the plug beginning to sink into her bottom. “What if I told you it’s an acquired taste, and once you’ve acquired it, you’ll never
want to go back. It’s dark and dirty and so fucking intimate. You’ll want one of us in your pussy and the other in your ass all the time.”
Her breath shuddered out of her chest. “I hope so because I’m on the fence right now.”
He sighed as the plug sank in. He pressed all the way in, the curves catching on her anus and holding the plug in place. The sight of the rosy plug seated deep in her ass made his cock jump again. Soon that would be a cock, and she would be full of him and Jake. But for now, he could still please her.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?”
Her head nodded. “Just do it, Adam. I can handle it.”
“It’s done. You’re nicely plugged.” He tapped the plug and watched her spine jump.
She stopped for a moment as though trying to judge the truth of his words. “Oh. I can feel that.”
He tapped the end of the plug again, and she reacted by shivering and giving him a little moan. “See. Not so bad.”
She stood and took a long breath. “It’s not bad. I can handle it. I can.” The smile that crossed her face had him grinning, too. Only his Serena would look at the act of taking a plug up her ass as a life lesson.
He reached for her hand and guided it to his cock. “Can you handle me now, sweetheart?”
Her eyes darkened as she looked down at her hand on his cock. She ran her fingertips over the head of his cock, making him shudder. Her fingers were like little butterflies on the flesh of his cock. It felt amazing, but he wanted more.
“Grip my cock, Serena.” He hardened his voice. His style might be a little softer than Jake’s, but he was still in charge.
Serena’s hand tightened.
“Yes, that’s what I want.” He gritted his teeth. Fuck, she felt good and he hadn’t gotten close to her pussy yet. Her hand ran from the bulb of his cock down to the base, exploring every inch of him. She had a little smile on her face, an expression of feminine power. He loved that look. It was different from the shy girl he’d met at first. This was what Serena could be when she was well loved. She would know her power, revel in it. He pressed his hips forward. “Harder, love.”
She gripped his cock and squeezed a little, the firmer pressure giving him exactly what he needed. Her hand pumped as she tilted her head up, and he leaned down to kiss her. He let his tongue tangle with hers, inhaling her. He loved how soft she was. He loved her small hand working his cock, getting him ready to fuck her.
It had been awhile since he’d had sex and much longer since he’d made love with someone he cared about. Serena was everything he could want in a partner for him and Jake. She was smart and creative and needed both his care and Jake’s dominance. And she needed their protection.
He pulled back. If he let her go a minute more, he wouldn’t have the ultimate pleasure of sinking inside her.
“Adam?” Serena looked up at him. Her hair was so much longer when it was wet. It curled on her chest, tendrils clinging to her nipples.
He lifted her up and sat her on the shelf. Ostensibly it could be there to hold shampoo and razors, but Adam had had it custom made. It was deep and at the perfect height for shower sex. “Keep your legs spread.”
He grabbed a condom and rolled it on as quickly as he could before he stepped between her legs and lined his cock up. Her pussy was already a juicy, wet, glorious mess. He coated his cock in her arousal and pressed in.
Serena gripped his shoulders and looked down between them, her eyes round. Adam followed the sight and realized Jake had been up to his old tricks. Jake liked to watch his cock sink into a pussy. He’d obviously taught her the beauty of watching. It really was a lovely thing. Her pussy bloomed open, sucking his cock in and making a place for him deep inside her body. He groaned as her legs wrapped around his waist, and her head fell back.
“It feels so good, Adam.” Her voice was a low moan. “So tight. It’s like Jake’s already here with us.”
That’s exactly what he’d wanted her to know, how good and full she could feel. And he loved the righteously tight feel of her pussy. The plug was taking up space, making her cunt into a vise on his dick. He pressed in, gritting his teeth against the pure pleasure of fucking her. He held them together. He was inside. He was finally inside her.
And he understood why Jake had said what he’d said. This was different. This was Serena.
“Mine.”
“Such possessive men,” she said with a breathy little sigh.
She had no idea, but now wasn’t the time to explain that her life had changed. She would learn soon enough that now that she’d taken them in, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of them.
Adam pulled out, the plug in her ass a sweet drag on his dick, making every inch a pure pleasure. He fucked back and then out again. In and out. In and out. The friction made his balls draw up and his spine curl. He didn’t want to ever stop fucking her, but she was too tight, too sweet, too good. It wouldn’t last, and he needed to make her come.
He reached down between them and fingered her clit, pressing firmly as he pushed his dick into the hilt. Serena’s gorgeous eyes went wide, and she cried out as her pussy clenched down on him, her orgasm forcing his own. Wave after wave of scalding pleasure rocketed through him. He dragged air into his lungs as he held her close, coming down from the orgasmic high.
She held him, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her hands in his hair. “I think I have to clean up again.”
Adam laughed, his spirits buoyed by her sweetness. “I think I can handle that, love.”
Chapter Fourteen
Serena came awake, but didn’t open her eyes, preferring to revel in her memories of the night before. Adam had been perfect. After he’d made love to her, he’d been so tender. He’d shampooed her hair and washed off her body. When the water had finally gone cold, he’d towled her off and then used a dryer on her hair. All she’d had to do was sip her wine and let Adam take care of her.
She’d been sleepy and ready for bed, and Adam had carried her to the bedroom after taking the plug out and promising a larger one next time. He wanted to fuck her with Jake. He’d whispered how they would take her over and over again.
Serena shifted in bed, snuggling down into the mattress. This was right where she wanted to be.
Adam had cuddled her all night long.
Where was he now?
She gave up the game. She couldn’t stay in bed all day long waiting for one of them to come and make love to her, though she had to admit it sounded better than getting up and working. Really good sex could play hell on her career of writing really good sex. The problem was the real thing was way better than writing about it.
“Serena?”
She turned and felt a smile curl her lips up. Adam stood there, looking deliciously handsome. He was in his normal day wear. No sweats and T-shirts for her boy. He was in a fine-looking pair of slacks and a perfectly designed shirt. He’d left the tie off, but Serena was beginning to understand that meant they weren’t going anywhere. If they had been, he would have put on a tie. God, she loved him in a tie.
She let the top of the sheet slip down, exposing her breasts. Before yesterday, she would have been deeply embarrassed. Now, she felt sexy and beautiful. She’d made love with two men. Not sex. It had been far more than that. She’d made love with them. Hell, she was falling in love with them.
Adam kept his eyes on hers. “Serena, you need to get dressed and come out and meet us in the living room.”
She felt a little trepidation at his tone, but decided he was just being overly serious. Jake had chastised her the night before for being too cowardly. She was supposed to ask for what she wanted. This whole relationship thing was all about communication. “Why don’t you come back to bed? Come to think of it, why don’t you go and get Jake and we can start the morning right.”
She wanted them both. It was her fantasy and it was so much more because these weren’t some dream men. These weren’t some men she’d created in her head. Jake and Adam were real. They were
perfectly imperfect and that made them amazing.
Adam’s eyes turned down, and Serena felt a real stir of trouble. “You need to get dressed and come out here. We’ve got something on the tape from the library you need to see.”
Jake had been going over the footage from the libraries with CCTV. Adam had started it, and Jake had been planning on running the software to see if they could get a match. They were looking for someone who had been in both libraries at roughly the same time the e-mails had been sent. It might not give them a name, but they would have a face and a place to start looking.
Had they found the guy? Was the case over? Despite the fact that she would be damn happy to not have some asshole shoving snakes into her car, she really wasn’t sure she was ready for them to leave. Would it even work?
Or was this just what they did?
“I’ll wait outside for you.” Adam turned and walked toward the door.
“Adam? Adam, what’s going on?”
He paused at the door, and his shoulders rose and fell with his deep intake of breath. “Just get dressed, Serena. We know everything now. Just hurry so we can get this over with.”
Well, that answered one of her questions. Apparently when the case was over, they weren’t going to have anything to do with her. Her gut felt like someone had punched a hole in it. How could he have made love to her the way he had the night before and then stared a hole through her this morning? They knew everything. The case was over—at least their part appeared to be, and now he wanted to get the lame-ass good-byes out of the way.
Serena forced herself to move. It would have been easier if they were at her place. She wouldn’t feel so out of her depths. She wouldn’t be staring a long, painful process in the face. They were done with her, but she didn’t have a car. Someone would have to drive her home. Should she call a cab? Or Bridget? She could call Bridget. She reached for her phone. She’d placed it in her purse before she’d gone to take a shower.
