by Katee Robert
He scrubs a hand over his face. “Yeah, I know. I just needed time. I still need time.”
“Then tell us that.”
“You’ve gotten damn good at this communication shit.”
“It’s a work in progress.” I grab his hand and pull him to his feet. “Think you can manage some sleep after we shower?”
He gives me a tired smile. “Yeah. I actually feel better now.”
“Weird how that works.”
“Oh, fuck off.” He laughs hoarsely, but the sound fades almost as soon as it begins. “Look, I’m sorry I freaked you out. I’m all twisted up, and it didn’t even register that you wouldn’t realize I have no intention of walking away. Cohen made his choice, just like I’ve made mine.” He frowns at the floor of the ring. “I have some fucking questions about what the hell he was thinking, but in the end it doesn’t really matter. I have you and Isabelle, and I’m better off.”
I really, really want to agree with him that it doesn’t matter, but I suspect it’s not the truth. I take a deep breath and strive to drown out the fear. “It might help if you talked to him. To get answers, I mean.”
Beast looks at me for a long time. “That took a lot for you to offer.”
No point in denying it. “Yeah.”
He moves, quicker than he has right to, and hooks the back of my neck. He tows me down and kisses me hard. I barely have a chance to sink into it before he pulls back a little. “Maybe I’ll decide at some point that I want to talk to him, but I’m not there.” He massages the back of my neck a little. “If I decide that’s something I need, I’ll talk about it with you and Isabelle before I do anything.”
I exhale slowly, trying not to let my relief show. “That’s all we ask.”
He kisses me one last time and then releases me. “I love you, Gaeton. Never fucking doubt that.”
“I don’t.” It’s the truth. I don’t have a single doubt about how Beast feels for me. Not anymore. It doesn’t mean life isn’t complicated, though.
He ducks out of the ring and holds the ropes for me to follow him. He doesn’t speak again until we reach the door and step out into the hallway. “How tired are you?”
Only one answer to that. “What do you have in mind?”
His grin is downright wicked. “Figure I have some making up to do with Isabelle. Want to help?”
I answer with a grin of my own. “As if you have to ask. The answer is always, will always be fuck yes.”
This short originally appeared as the June 2020 short for my Patreon. Each month, patrons nominate their favorite couples and characters, vote on one, and I write a brand new short featuring the winner. For more bonus stories, please consider joining my Patreon.
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Cohen’s story will continue in the Sabine Valley Series, starting with Abel.
12
Seven Minutes in Heaven
Gaeton
“She tell you what’s up?”
I glance at Beast. He doesn’t look overly concerned, but why would he be? Isabelle just told us to meet her at my apartment at seven for a surprise. She’s done this a few times over the last few months, and the end result is always a good thing for everyone. It makes me glad I kept this place; a spot for us to fuck around that isn’t in Isabelle’s family’s home. “Nope.”
Beast rolls his shoulders the same way he does before a fight. I don’t exactly blame him for it. Life’s kicked him in the teeth enough times that even now, even with us, part of him is always expecting the worst. He doesn’t let that fear sabotage our shit, though, and that’s all we can really ask of him.
I open the door and, with a smirk, walk through ahead of him. The first thing I hear are giggles in two distinct voices. I grin back at Beast and then bellow. “Honey, we’re home!”
Isabelle walks out of the bedroom, tugging Aurora behind her. They don’t look like they’ve been up to no good; more like they’re about to. Isabelle’s wearing one of the new dresses she bought last week, a short black number that makes her tits look amazing and flicks around her thighs with every step. Aurora’s clothes look like maybe they started out as a school uniform, but someone took a pair of scissors to them. She’s tied her white shirt beneath her breasts and the skirt is barely long enough cover the essentials.
Isabelle hurries to me and gives me a kiss, slipping out of my arms before I can settle into it, and gives Beast the same treatment. “Right on time.”
I cross my arms over my chest and give the women a mock serious look. “Did you start the party without us?”
Aurora presses her hand to her chest and gives me an innocent look. “Would we do that?”
“Yes.”
She laughs. “You’re right; we totally would. But we didn’t this time.”
Isabelle takes both my hand and Beast’s and leads us into the living room. It looks like someone decided to have a slumber party with the space covered in pillows and blankets. I eye the space as she tugs us down to sit on either side of her. “We have a perfectly good bed in the next room over. Why are we sitting on the floor?”
She gives another of those laughs that sounds so fucking happy, I swear my heart grows three sizes. “We’re going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.”
“If it’s only seven minutes, someone is doing something wrong,” Beast says.
Isabelle shakes her head. “Come on, you know what I’m talking about right? Didn’t you ever play this game in high school?”
Beast and I exchange a look. Neither of us had what a person could call a traditional high school experience, and we’d both had bigger things to worry about than attending parties in some kid’s basement. “No.”
“Never.”
She sighs and looks at Aurora. “I knew it. We’re going to have to show them the ropes.”
I’m not sure why she’s decided that this is the route she wants to take tonight, but I’m willing to play. I slouch back against the couch and stretch my legs out. “What are the rules?”
Aurora sits primly in the spot across from Isabelle. “Normally, the two people involved go into a closet or something and make-out for seven minutes while everyone giggles and speculates about them.” She smiles slowly. “But we’re not teenagers, so Isabelle decided to make it more interesting.”
Isabelle picks up right where she left off. “No closets. We do it out in the open.” She’s practically vibrating with excitement. “Anything goes for the seven-minute duration.” She pulls a bottle out from beneath the pillow next to her. “This is how we pick.”
“Anything goes…”
She huffs. “Yes, Gaeton, Aurora and I have our established safe words, and if you and Beast change your mind, we can stop.”
I grab the bottle from her. “Fuck like that’s going to happen. Let’s do this.” How many movies have I seen with Spin the Bottle and this kind of shit in it? It always seemed like that kind of thing happened in another world. I don’t care that I didn’t experience it as a teenager. This shit is a thousand times better. I set the bottle in the open space on the floor in the middle of us and give it a spin.
It lands on Isabelle.
She wastes no time crawling into my lap. “Set the timer, Aurora.” And then she’s kissing me, all soft and sweet and so fucking perfect. There are still days when I wake up, half sure that this is all a fever dream, that only in my fantasies am I really allowed to call Beast and Isabelle mine in truth. Moments like these have it all rushing back to me. She’s mine. He’s mine. This is really happening.
I slide my hands up Isabelle’s thighs and grip her ass, urging her to grind against me. As if we’re really just teenagers making out. It’s tempting to escalate things, but I kind of like the idea of playing the slow game, of dialing up the heat in seven-minute increments until we all lose control.
All too soon, Aurora says, “Time.”
Isabelle lifts her head. Her lips are plumped from our kiss and she’s breathing just as raggedly as I am. She gives one last agonizing roll of her h
ips, rubbing herself against where my cock is trying to burst out of my pants, and then crawls back to her spot.
She spins the bottle, and it lands on Aurora. Beast and I exchange another look, and I can’t read the expression on his face. He’s turned on, sure, but there’s something else there beneath the surface. He says, “Time starts now.”
Isabelle practically tackles Aurora to the ground. Aurora’s played with us on a semi-regular basis since that first night, and it’s always like this with them. They go at it like they might never get another chance again, like one of us will step in and stop them if they don’t hurry it up. Since that’s a fantasy we’ve played out more than few times, I can’t really blame them.
And it’s one hell of a show.
Aurora’s got her hands up Isabelle’s dress within the first minute, and she’s got Isabelle coming all over her fingers right as Beast says, “Time.”
And so it goes. Aurora lands on Beast, and spends the entire seven minutes in a battle of wills with him while she sucks his cock. He wins. He lands on Isabelle. Isabelle lands on me—and my cock—I land on Aurora. Aurora gets a second shot at Beast.
Somewhere along the way, we start losing clothes. My shirt is long-gone. So is Aurora’s shirt. Both her and Isabelle lost their panties early on. Even Beast hasn’t bothered to shove his hard cock back into his pants after Isabelle spent seven minutes riding him.
And then his spin lands on me.
I don’t hesitate to crawl to him. I fucking love the way he watches me, his eyes blazing with pleasure and his dominant side barely kept on a leash. I don’t stop until I’m looming over him on my hands and knees, our faces even. “Hey.”
“Hey.” His voice has deepened with pleasure.
“Begin,” murmurs Isabelle. I glance over to find her hand under her dress, working herself with her fingers as she watches us.
It gives me an idea.
I lean down and drag my mouth over Beast’s neck. He tenses beneath me, but allows me to work my way up to his ear. “What do you say we change the game?” I murmur.
“Yes.” He turns his head and lays one hell of a kiss on me. Beast always takes my mouth as if he owns me, because he sure as fuck does, and this time is no exception. He kisses me until my arms are shaking and it’s everything I can do not to drop on top of him and grind away until I come all over his stomach. Then his hand finds my chest and he presses me lightly back. “Now.”
We move as a coordinated unit. I shove off him and snag Aurora around the waist, and Beast grabs Isabelle’s ankle and drags her over to him, crawling between her thighs. She gives a surprised laugh that turns into a throaty moan, and I know his cock has found her pussy.
For her part, Aurora settles in my lap easily with a sweet smile. “What’s on the menu, big guy?”
We’ve played out Isabelle’s fantasy of Beast and I fucking Aurora a few times, enough to know exactly where the boundaries are. It’s blatant that tonight it’s on the menu, as Aurora says. Still, I have an idea to take things to the next level. “Is your pussy feeling needy, Aurora?”
“Always.”
“Guess we better fill it up, then.”
Her grin widens. “We were hoping you’d say that.” She reaches past me and pulls a condom out from between the cushions of the couch.
I raise my brows. “You and Isabelle really thought of everything, huh? You’re like kinky Boy Scouts.”
“I’ve fucked enough former Boy Scouts to know those assholes are all kinky.” She rips open the condom and waits while I shove down my pants to roll it over my cock. I don’t give her a chance to get settled; I just lift both myself and her up onto the couch and turn her around so she’s straddling me, facing Beast and Isabelle. Only then do I let her work herself down my cock. It feels fucking good. It’s going to feel better.
I grip Aurora’s hips, keeping us sealed together, and say, “Beast.” I don’t have to elaborate. I never do with him, not anymore.
He doesn’t answer me with words. He simply pulls out of Isabelle, yanks her dress over her head, and hauls her to us. She ends up on her hands and knees between my and Aurora’s spread thighs, Beast at her back. I don’t have to say a damn thing. Isabelle dives for Aurora’s pussy even as Beast thrusts into her. I feel the moment her mouth makes contact with Aurora’s clit because Aurora clenches around me. “Fuck.”
“Don’t lose it,” Beast growls.
“You don’t lose it.” I speak through gritted teeth. Aurora is making little movements on my cock, grinding herself down as Isabelle tongues her clit. I don’t have a good enough view, so I dig my hand into Aurora’s blue hair and tug her back to press against my chest. It lets me look down her body to where Isabelle has her skirt shoved up. The sheer happiness on my woman’s face nearly has me orgasming on the spot. That and the way Beast grips her hips and thrusts into her in short, brutal strokes. She’s moaning and Aurora is whimpering and, fuck, this is one of the better surprises Isabelle has put together.
Aurora comes with a cry loud enough that it’s almost a scream. Beast is already moving, jerking Isabelle back and reversing our positions. I keep Aurora on my cock as I follow them to the floor, using my hold in her hair to guide her face between Isabelle’s legs. She goes eagerly. Of course she does.
Beast and I keep going, giving it to them until they’re so fucking limp from pleasure that they can barely keep up. Only then does he meet my gaze and nod. Fucking finally. I grab Aurora’s hips and pound into her. I’ve been on edge for so long, it takes nothing at all to send me flying. Pressure builds and then I’m coming hard, watching Beast do the same.
It takes several long minutes before I have enough control of my body to get up and dispose of the condom. I come back to find Isabelle cuddling up in the blankets next to Beast and grabbing the remote. She gives me a slow smile. “These parties always end with movie. It’s an unspoken rule.”
We all need time to come down after that, so I nod. “Works for me.” I end up between Aurora and Beast. Isabelle practically drapes herself over all three of us, and we settle in to watch the slasher she picked out. Aurora leans against me and idly braids Isabelle’s hair, while Beast is a solid presence pressed against my other side.
I take Isabelle’s hand and press a kiss to her knuckles. “This was one hell of a surprise.”
“I know.” She sounds half asleep. “I’ll have to get creative to come up with something better.”
I share a look with Beast. We really are lucky fuckers, aren’t we? I grin. “We can’t wait.”
This short originally appeared as the October 2020 short for my Patreon. Each month, patrons nominate their favorite couples and characters, vote on one, and I write a brand new short featuring the winner. For more bonus stories, please consider joining my Patreon.
13
Ladies’ Night in Carver City
Aurora
“I’m going to invite her.”
Meg sighs and I can practically feel her reluctant amusement before she speaks. “You don’t have to bring every single person under your wing, Aurora.”
She would see it that way. That’s how Meg operates, after all. No matter how aggravated she’ll get if I point it out, she gathers people to her. Hades makes the deals, but Meg is the glue that holds this place together. Every single submissive and Dominant on staff would happily throw themselves in front of a bullet for her, myself included.
I can only take care of myself, and even then it’s a struggle at times.
I turn and look at her. She’s leaning against the bar, as at ease as always. Tonight she’s wearing a pair of pants that are tight enough to be a second skin and a complex black matching bra under an oversized silk button-down shirt that almost looks like she stole it from Hercules’s closet. She catches me looking and smirks. “We’re not having that kind of fun tonight.”
My cheeks heat and I laugh. “Can’t blame me for looking.”
Meg shakes her head. “Focus. Inviting Jasmine along means dealing w
ith Jafar. Are you prepared for that?”
“You say it like he’s a big scary monster.” There was a time when Jafar played with a variety of submissives at the club, including me, but these days he only has eyes for his woman. It’s really, really sweet, though I’m smart enough to never say that in front of him. The man practically walks around with hearts in his eyes, but he’s still one of the scarier people in Carver City.
“I say it like he’s Jafar.” She chuckles. “But if you’re not going to change your mind, let’s get this over with.”
“You like Jasmine.”
“Of course I like Jasmine.” She gives me a wicked grin. “I also like pulling on Jafar’s tail. I just wanted to make sure you were ready for it.”
It shouldn’t rankle that Meg underestimates me, even after all this time. I spent years cultivating a persona that inspires those around me to protect, because I wasn’t strong enough to protect myself. It’s my own fault that the skin doesn’t fit well anymore. I’m making changes, but it stands to reason that it will take longer for others to recognize the difference in me. “I’m ready.”
“Then, by all means.” She motions an elegant hand to the booth tucked in the corner. It’s become Jasmine and Jafar’s customary spot when they spend time in the Underworld. Sometimes Meg joins them, but they tend to stick to themselves. Hence us inviting her along for girl’s night.
I have to lengthen my stride to keep up with Meg. It feels weird to be wearing shoes in the lounge—not to mention actual clothes—but I push the feelings aside. I’m on a mission.
Jasmine looks up as we come to a stop by the table. She’s really, really pretty. Long black hair, flawless medium-brown skin, and big brown eyes. She smiles at Meg. “It’s been a long time.”
