by Ellis Leigh
I couldn’t wait to see what he wanted to do to me in the bedroom.
“Well now, that’s one hell of a sight first thing in the morning.” Tripp—the jock of the group—came barreling into the kitchen with a broad smile on his face as he took in Matthew’s hold on me. “Morning, doll. Matty. What’s for breakfast?”
“Your dick if you keep calling me Matty.” Matthew kissed my neck and gave me a good squeeze before turning us toward the crowd quickly assembling. All my men—even Liam—sat around the table. Watching us. I hadn’t heard them come in, hadn’t noticed they’d joined us as Matthew had groped me at the counter. The kitchen suddenly seemed to be a thousand degrees again.
I needed a distraction.
“Eggs and bacon okay for everyone?” I asked, trying—and failing—to keep my voice from coming out too high. Too fake. Apparently, I had no chill. “I still have some biscuits from last night as well.”
Liam nodded, his lips quirking in a satisfied, contented sort of smile. “That’d be great, sugar. We’ll be thrilled with whatever you make for us.”
“I’ll help,” Matthew said, moving me aside and nodding toward the ingredients he’d already pulled from the refrigerator. “My hands are yours, bunny. What do you want me to do with them?”
The way his lips turned up into that quintessential Matthew smirk told me he’d planted that double entendre on purpose. And though my body responded to his offer—heart beating harder and pulsing in areas farther south than just my chest—I kept that response as hidden as I could.
“You start the bacon, and I’ll get to work on the eggs.”
“Your wish is my command.” He moved in close, biting the lobe of my ear again before whispering, “For now, at least. Because, tonight in my bed? I’ll be the one commanding.”
He smacked my ass—way harder than I would have expected—and moved to the counter to open the packets of bacon. I glanced at the table, almost afraid of what I’d see on my men’s faces. Instead of anger or irritation, they all seemed truly happy and ready to start the day. Too busy with their own conversations to even notice Matthew manhandling me. Except Liam. He caught me looking, shooting me a lopsided grin as he sat back in his chair. Practically encouraging me with his eyes.
Maybe…just maybe…this crazy thing could work, after all.
Chapter Nine
After a breakfast served with jokes, teasing comments, and lustful stares from Liam and Matthew, my guys headed out to do…whatever it was they did. Each one took the time to say goodbye, offering hugs and kisses and ass-smacks along the way…well, most of them. Quinn nodded my way before saying something about being around the house if I needed him, while Dalton and Cade went straight to the basement. No goodbye, no kiss on the cheek. Nothing.
Their indifference shouldn’t have stung as much as it did.
Liam and Matthew made up for their lack of attention, though, both of them kissing me deeply before walking out the door. Matthew even added his signature ass-smack on his way. I wouldn’t have expected anything less from him.
I spent the morning cleaning and baking. It gave me something to do, something to focus on as I tried to stop worrying so much. The Hidden E and life with my stallions seemed too good to be true, which meant my mind spun out of control with all the what-ifs and could-happens. What if one of the men decided he didn’t want me as a mate? What if someone ended up jealous? What if we all weren’t compatible, after all?
What if, what if, what if. Ugh.
I was in the middle of kneading dough to make a few loaves of bread when Matthew came in from outside. His cheeks looked redder than usual, his eyes harder. Even his walk carried more aggression in it as his feet pounded the floors. He seemed dangerous in that moment…and completely focused on me.
“Matthew, what—”
He didn’t let me finish; instead, he yanked on my ponytail and pulled my head back until he’d forced me to look straight up at him. I moaned, unable not to. His dominant side spoke to something in me, something deep and buried. Something that made me want to do whatever he said, exactly as he said it—and then not do it, just to see how far he’d go. If he would make me.
I really liked the idea of him making me.
“I’ve been thinking about you all morning, bunny.” Matthew pressed his hips against my side, making sure I felt his hardness. Stroking a finger across my lips as he held me in place. “I bet Liam was nice and sweet with you out in that field. Bet he licked that pussy good before he fucked you.”
I nearly whimpered, nearly came remembering, too. Matthew’s arrogant smile grew as if he knew exactly how much I liked what he was doing to me. And maybe he did—my nipples were hard as stone, even the light fabric of Liam’s T-shirt brushing against them too stimulating, and my pussy had already soaked the thin cotton fabric of my panties. There was no way he didn’t notice both of those facts.
Though, if he did, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned closer, bringing his face right against mine, almost brushing my lips with his as he spoke. “You ready for me yet, my shy bunny? You willing to give me my turn to take care of that pussy?”
So much yes. Too much to say, so I nodded instead. His grin went cocksure, and his hand gripped my face tighter. “Good. Because I’ve been imagining just how well Liam treated that pussy yesterday. He’s a fucking gentleman, that one. But I want to make sure you know something before I take my turn.”
He waited, breathing hard. Holding me so I couldn’t move. Until I finally broke.
“What do you want me to know?”
His expression turned full-on wicked. “I’m not that fucking nice.”
He spun me around and pushed me to the floor, to my knees. His intentions clear, his need obvious behind the fly of his jeans. And I…surrendered. Did exactly what I knew he wanted me to. I reached for his pants and unfastened them. Pulled the heavy denim far enough down his thighs to free his long, hard cock. Wrapped my hand around that steely flesh and directed him to my mouth, opening wide for him. Sucking him deep right from the start. Wanting to be such a good girl. Just for him.
“Good bunny. That’s my girl,” he said, groaning loud and long as I took him deep. As deep as I could, which wasn’t enough. But when I reached to hold the base of his cock, to grip what couldn’t fit, he smacked my hand away. “Do you suck cock with your hands, bunny? I don’t think so. Take it. Take it all. I know you can do it, so leave those hands on my thighs or use them on yourself. You’re not allowed to touch my cock.”
Wet. Soaked. Positively dripping. My pussy practically melted right there in the middle of the kitchen, covered in flour, on my knees with Matthew’s cock in my mouth. I nearly came without a single bit of direct stimulation, nearly collapsed in a pile of girl on that hard floor because of him. His words, his demands, made me want to please him. Made me want to try harder and push myself to my limits, then blow right past them. Made me want to swallow his cock as far down my throat as I could.
So I tried.
With my hands pressing firmly on his thighs, I sucked him deeper. Looking up at him from under my lashes as I worked to relax my throat and let him inside. He stared down at me with a fire burning in his beautiful blue eyes, his hand fisted in my hair to direct my pace, his hips rocking slightly. Controlled. Which wasn’t what I wanted.
I wanted him to lose that tight hold on himself. I wanted him wild, wanted him to fuck my face and make me gag on his length. Wanted him to come down my throat and tell me how well I’d done. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure.
I squeezed his thighs, digging my nails into his flesh as I bobbed on his length. Pushing him as hard as he pushed me. Moaning with every sign that he had lost a bit more control. And he did lose it—rocking, thrusting, growling more and more. Faster with every minute that passed, harder with every shove into my mouth. He used me well, groaning when he finally slipped into my throat and I almost—almost—had him completely inside my mouth.
“Look at you, my good little bun
ny. So open for me.” He adjusted his grip on my hair, pulling me harder against him. “You going to let me come in that naughty little mouth of yours? You going to swallow down all my come and beg for more? I bet you will. I fucking bet it. Christ, your mouth is a fucking dream.”
He groaned, his eyes slipping closed as he pushed deep enough that my nose ended up buried against the flesh of his abdomen. I nearly gagged, my mouth watering like crazy and tears coming to my eyes, but I held myself together. I let him fuck my mouth, allowed him to slide that long, thick cock as far down my throat as he needed to. I relaxed into the act and took every bit of him that I could.
And I loved it. As did he.
“Fuck, bunny. Fuck. Your mouth. It’s…it’s too much. Too good.” He groaned and pressed deep, coming down my throat, his entire body arching toward me as he gave himself over to his orgasm.
I swallowed around him, not wanting to spill a drop. Not wanting to disappoint him. I never took my eyes off his face either. He looked so beautiful in his release—so animal and wild, so feral. I wanted to see that expression again, wanted to make him lose that control he loved so much. And though I would be shared with the other men of the herd, I wanted to keep him to myself. Wanted to be the only one ever to see the face he made as he came.
I wanted him to be wholly mine. Just like the rest of my stallions.
Chapter Ten
“You okay, Waverley? You seem a little flushed.”
I ducked my head, avoiding Quinn’s inquisitive gaze as I fidgeted in Matthew’s lap. “I’m fine, thanks. It just got a little hot in here earlier. Warm. Because of the oven. Want another biscuit?”
Matthew choked on a laugh, the asshole. Ever since the other stallions had made their way inside for a late lunch, he’d been teasing me. Little touches and pinches, naughty words spoken just to get a rise out of me. Constant attention to my mouth.
The others seemed to have picked up on his obsession too. They all appeared to be trying to push my buttons. To make me blush. To make sure I knew that they knew exactly what I’d been doing when I should have been cooking.
I was going to smack each and every one of them if they kept it up.
“You know who likes biscuits?” asked Tripp, biting back a grin. “Matthew. He’d probably drop to his knees and beg—”
“Stop it,” I snapped. My fox tucked herself into a corner of my mind, hiding. Avoiding the ire running through me. Smart girl. “If you all don’t stop teasing me, Matthew will be the only one of my mates who ever has a ‘drop to my knees’ moment with me.”
Six men shut up quick, but one—Matthew, of course—sat back with a smirk.
“You too, mister,” I said, leveling a glare at him. “You keep egging them on, and that will be the last time I…do that.”
His smile grew more devilish as he leaned forward. “Do what, bunny? Why, I was just sitting here enjoying this delicious lunch you made for us. I have no idea what all the hubbub is about. Why don’t you tell me what it is you’re threatening to deny me?”
If looks could kill, he’d be toast. As would the cocky grin on his face.
“You know,” Garrett said, sitting back and raising an eyebrow at Matthew. “If Matthew’s not making you happy, you can always come spend the night with me, beautiful. I’d be happy to do whatever I can to put you in a better mood.”
Liam smirked. “Or you could come spend the evening with me out in the pasture, sugar. I’ll put a smile on your face.”
“You two are assholes,” Matthew said, scowling.
I raised an eyebrow. “Assholes who apparently want to see me happy.”
He frowned. “You think I don’t want to see you happy?”
“It’s hard to tell.” I shrugged one shoulder, smiling across the table at a grinning Liam. “I mean, Liam was such a giver. And you…not so much.”
Matthew suddenly picked me up and rose to his feet before plopping me into the chair he’d just left. He stalked to the refrigerator, his steps hard and a heavy scowl on his face. A man on a mission—one whom I’d pissed off, apparently. With sharp movements, he opened the appliance door and reached inside. I glanced at Liam, who shook his head and went back to watching the other stallion, his heavy brow furrowed in confusion. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who had no idea what was coming.
Matthew slammed the refrigerator door closed, recapturing my attention. Without pausing, he headed back to the table, a white box in his hand and an angry expression on his pretty face.
He tossed the box in front of me. “Open it.”
I stared up at him, uncomfortable with his anger. Unsure of whether I wanted to listen to him or if I should run. If I should escape. He must have sensed my discomfort because he sighed and softened his voice.
“Please. Open it.”
With a glance around the table, I did as he asked, untying the simple string around the box and lifting the top. My fox nearly fell over when she scented the contents, and I moaned.
“What is it?” asked Quinn, stretching to see inside.
I pulled the box against my chest. The bakery box. “It’s mine, that’s what it is.”
Matthew leaned over my shoulder, his voice like rough asphalt as he whispered, “Did I do well, bunny?”
I nodded and reached into the box, pulling out a small, perfectly gorgeous little tart. Crystallized sugar clung to the top, decorating the dark red fruit center like snow. So pretty, so sweet, and so going in my mouth. “Where did you get them?”
“I drove out to Fairview. Figured the best place to find the perfect treats for my little fox was a fox sanctuary.” He frowned at the box. “The whole town smelled like a bakery.”
Fairview. My original destination. But that was so far. “When did you have time to drive there? That’s like…four hours away.”
I bit into the tart and moaned. Sweet, delicious. And so damn addictive.
“Five. It’s five hours. And I didn’t go today but last night.” He smiled, his eyes heated as he ran a finger over my cheek. “When you came into the kitchen this morning, I’d just gotten back.”
Oh. Ooooooooh. My dominating stallion had a sweet side.
“You stayed up all night to bring me these?”
He shot me that cocky smile. “Still think I’m not a giver?”
I was up and out of my seat in a heartbeat, had my arms wrapped around his neck in another. And then I kissed him, rose onto the balls of my feet and pressed my lips to his. Slid my tongue against his as soon as he allowed me inside. I kissed him to make myself happy—taking from him. Stealing a moment that made him groan.
“Thank you,” I said when I finally pulled away. “These are just what I needed.”
“Yeah?” He licked his lips, staring down at my mouth. “Pick a couple that you want to take with you.”
“Where am I going?”
“To my room.” He leaned closer and dropped his voice nice and low, letting it slide all over me like hot fudge over ice cream. “All that sugar made your mouth taste sweet. I want to see if that sugary goodness is just as strong on other parts of you.”
My breath caught, and the fiery look in his eyes made my pussy clench. “Yeah?”
He nodded, moving closer to place a soft, promising kiss on my upturned lips.
“You two get everything settled?” Liam asked, raising an eyebrow in our direction when we broke apart.
I nodded, grabbing two of the tarts and handing the box back to Matthew so he could return it to the refrigerator. Those pastries were not to be wasted. “We’re good. But we’re going to go now, and I’m going to be keeping him busy the rest of the day.”
Tripp cocked his head, grinning. “What are you going to be doing, doll?”
To be honest or to hide? That was the question. I looked to Matthew. He shrugged, letting me decide what to say. These men, my mates, had teased me horribly about sucking Matthew’s cock. Meanwhile, Matthew himself had stayed up all night to bring me pastries he knew I’d like. If anyone deser
ved a reward, it was my dominant mate.
So I tossed my hair over my shoulder and grabbed Matthew’s hand as soon as he’d made his way back to me.
“I’m taking Matthew to his room. I think he deserves a nice, long ride for bringing his mate such delectable treats.” I shot Matthew what I hoped was a lascivious grin. “And if he’s really good, I might even allow him to lick my pretty cunt.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Allow me? Just try to stop me, bunny.”
Yeah. That wouldn’t be happening. There would be no stopping tonight.
Chapter Eleven
I woke up naked and sore, my pussy aching and my throat burning. A glass of water and two pills that looked like over-the-counter pain relievers sat on the nightstand…right next to a small bottle of lube. A demand from my stallion with the reason why I should obey spelled out for me. I nearly huffed a laugh—Matthew, again doing whatever he wanted so he could get his way.
Both of us had gotten our way for a few hours after lunch, though I could tell he’d held back. He hadn’t pushed me as hard as I’d sensed he’d wanted to. He hadn’t let go of the leash on his desires. I was okay with his need to control things, though. In fact, I sort of liked it and couldn’t wait to experience more of it. What I didn’t like was waking up without him next to me.
I rolled over, bringing the sheet with me, my eyes darting almost immediately to the man himself. He sat at the end of the bed, his chest bare and a faded pair of jeans covering his lower body. He didn’t say a word, simply watched me with those blue eyes of his. Looking hungry in a way that set my body on fire. Looking slightly lost as well. I had no idea what time it was, where I should be, or if the rest of my stallions might need me for something. All I could focus on was that Matthew obviously did.
