“You sound just like a Washington lawyer. Every last damn one of ’em has an agenda.”
“Yes, but ours isn’t extensive, or hidden. In fact there’s only one item,” Jeremiah said as he came back into the bedroom. “You.”
“Oh, well, in that case.” Nancy got off the bed so they could pull the linens down, and then crawled back on, all the way to the top, and got comfy in the middle. “I really liked sleeping between the two of you last night.”
“We liked that part, too, baby.” Jeremiah cuddled up to her on her right side, and Eli stretched out on her left. He put his arms around her and held her close. Surrounded by the heat of them, very aware of the strength of them, Nancy felt safe and warm.
“How did that feel for you, sweetheart? Having my finger in your ass? Did it hurt?”
“There was a little burning, but nothing I didn’t expect. I appreciate that you want to take that part slowly.”
“Of course we want to take it slow, baby. We don’t want to hurt you.” Jeremiah kissed her shoulder.
“What man wouldn’t want to take it slow?” Eli stroked a hand down her arm.
Nancy sighed. They’d asked her, earlier, if she’d ever had anal sex, and she’d said no. Technically, she hadn’t. But it was probably time she should give them a little more information than that. “My first lover.”
Beneath her, she felt Eli stiffen. It was Jeremiah who asked, “What happened?”
“We’d been seeing each other for about a month. I won’t say we were dating, because, stupid me, I didn’t twig on to the fact that we never actually went anywhere. We’d meet in one of the coffee houses by the college, but then, he’d come to my apartment. I had stars in my eyes. After a month—and after considerable pressure from him—I said yes to sex.”
Even now, recalling that time in her life, Nancy couldn’t help but shiver in revulsion.
“I take it that it wasn’t a pleasant experience for you,” Jeremiah said.
“No, it wasn’t. He seemed in an awful hurry to ‘get it done.’ There were a few kisses, and some clumsy groping. I figured there was something wrong with me, because I wasn’t at all turned on. He used a condom, thankfully, but he wasn’t very gentle.” While the memory still appalled her, she didn’t feel the anguish she used to feel. “About a half hour later, he wanted to have anal sex with me, and I said no. He seemed to accept it, and began to rub my back. That felt good and I nearly fell asleep.”
“That slimy bastard.” Eli’s three words told her he knew what had happened next.
“Yeah, well, he didn’t get very far. He tried to penetrate my ass, thinking I was sound asleep and somehow wouldn’t notice. It hurt like hell. I heard the sounds he was making so it wasn’t all that good for him, either. I was pissed. I told him to stop and he told me to, and I quote, ‘shut the fuck up.’ So I used some of the self-defense moves I’d been taught. The next thing he knew he was writhing on the floor in a great deal more discomfort than he’d given me.”
“Good girl,” Eli said. “I hope you had him charged.”
“No. I was too devastated. It turned out, he um…only started seeing me because it was a challenge from his friends—some kind of a frat boy ritual. He told me I should consider myself lucky. I was so fat that no one else was going to offer to fuck me.”
“You did not believe him?” Eli actually sounded appalled at the possibility.
“Yeah, I did. I’d already heard a few comments from some of the girls on campus about how fat I was. It was one of the reasons why, after my first year, I left the dorm and got an apartment.”
“I’m sorry you had to experience any of that, baby.” Jeremiah put his hand on her shoulder. The next thing she knew, she was lying flat looking up at two very sexy and handsome men.
“There is no excuse for the way that guy treated you, Nancy. I met my share of morons at college, too,” Eli said. “For the record, you are not fat. You have wonderful, womanly curves. You have a beautiful smile, and a personality that suits me to a tee. All I have to do is look at you and I get hard. God, did I have a battle of wills with myself this afternoon watching you at that firing range. It was all I could do not to throw you over my shoulder and make off with you.”
“You are one hell of a sexy sight, period,” Jeremiah said. “There’s no one who’s ever turned me on more than you.”
“You both make me feel beautiful and sexy, for the first time in years.”
“You are. Believe it.” Eli looked over at Jeremiah. He nodded.
Nancy wondered what they had up their sleeves.
“We want to restrain you. Will you let us?”
A nice little zing of excitement just tickled all of Nancy’s lady bits. “What do you mean by ‘restrain’?”
What was it about her tone that made them smile like that? Eli said, “We’ll tie your wrists to the headboard. We’ll use something soft—I don’t want to use those handcuffs your cousin so thoughtfully provided because I don’t want your wrists to be marked. Then, once you’re restrained, we’ll do what we want to you.”
“Do I get a safe word?”
“Do you want one?”
Oh, he’d come back pretty fast with that question. And because she could see his feelings right there in his eyes, she said, “Eventually, yes. But I don’t think I’ll need one tonight, will I?”
“No, you won’t need one tonight,” Eli said.
“So, is that a ‘yes,’ baby?”
Nancy had already decided she wanted to try anything and everything these men wanted to do to and with her. She met each of their gazes in turn, and then said, “That’s a yes.”
* * * *
Eli stood back and just looked at his woman. He had to admit, the blindfold had been a fine, if last-minute inspiration. He hadn’t been going to use one, but when he’d been looking through the bedside table drawer, he’d found a black leather eye mask, one that fastened with Velcro.
Nancy had a fine spirit of adventure, judging by the eagerness with which she said yes to that.
Her hands were bound to separate brass railings with silken scarves he’d found in her bedroom. They’d left her legs unfettered this time, but they’d investigate the possibilities in the future of really restraining her—if it turned out to be something she enjoyed.
He was damn well going to do everything he could to ensure they had a future, and that it would be a long and happy one.
He looked over at Jeremiah. “Are you ready?”
“God, yes. I’ve been anticipating this all afternoon.”
“What are y’all planning to do?” Nancy asked.
Eli didn’t hear any fear in her voice. He let his gaze roam her body. Her nipples had hardened into tiny nubs, and the lips of her pussy glistened with her sweet nectar.
She wasn’t afraid. She was aroused.
“You’ll know very shortly what we’re going to do to you, my sweet. Trust us. You are going to love it.”
“I do trust you,” she said.
“And we very much appreciate that.” Eli bent down and gave her a very brief kiss. He brushed his fingers beneath her breast, and she made an “mmm” sound and licked her lips.
He and Jeremiah moved about the bedroom quietly. He lit a few candles while Jeremiah set the mood with music. Eli didn’t recognize the melody, but the soft strumming of an acoustic guitar sounded romantic.
He was all for romance. Nancy had just said she trusted them, but he knew that she only trusted them to a certain degree. He could tell from the casual comments she’d made, and from her attitude, that she trusted them with her body, but not necessarily to love her enough for all the right reasons—to love her, and to stay.
We need time to broach that last bastion of hers.
Once they were ready, Eli went over to the small bar fridge that sat next to the left side bedside table, and took out what Jeremiah had put there that afternoon—their sex toy of choice for the evening.
He began to shake it, and the sound clearl
y caught Nancy’s attention, because she turned her head toward it.
“Is that what I think it is?” Her smile bloomed sweetly on her face.
“Yep. Your men are about to enjoy dessert.”
He offered the can to Jeremiah. His best friend met his gaze, a subtle shake of his head.
“You can play artist. I’ll just lap up the rewards.”
It was a subtle acknowledgment. From the moment they’d become partners, Jeremiah had made it clear that he preferred to follow Eli’s lead. They were equals and best friends and in their hearts, brothers. And they both played to their own strengths.
Jeremiah’s eyes glowed with eagerness.
Eli nodded, and then opened the can of whipped cream and began to decorate Nancy’s already delicious-looking body.
“That’s cold and it tickles.” Nancy squirmed a little but then lay still. Eli knew that with sight denied to her, her other senses would become enhanced. She’d begin to hear every sound they made, however small. She undoubtedly could smell the rich whipped cream, even over the scented candles he’d lit.
“Oh!” He’d circled both of her breasts, and then he drew two lines straight down her body.
He paused and reached out and brushed his fingers over the small half-inch wide strip of hair that decorated her mound. Though tempted, he didn’t stray to the south, not even a little. She didn’t tug at the scarves holding her wrists to the headboard, but she did squirm. Still, she kept her legs spread for them, and he could see that her pussy lips glistened. He caught the slight pulse, as if her cunt caressed a hard cock buried deep within it. And more, he saw her shy little clit stand boldly upright. “You even gave us a dividing line, here, cupcake. How thoughtful.” And then he proceeded to leave a generous line of cream on either side of that strip.
“That looks like a good serving to start with.” Eli set the can down, and then reached into the bedside table. He couldn’t be sure, once he started in on her, that he’d be able to stop to protect them both. No woman had ever tested his self-control the way this woman did. So he grabbed a condom, and had it on in seconds.
Jeremiah flashed him a quick grin, telling Eli that his best friend understood his state of dubious control.
Eli stretched out on the bed on Nancy’s right side, while Jeremiah took the left.
“It’s gotten awfully quiet in here,” Nancy said.
He knew she’d felt them move onto the bed. There was still some distance separating them. Could she feel the heat of their bodies, close, but not touching? Likely. He looked up and down Nancy’s body, appreciating the view. That whipped cream wasn’t going to last too long. It had already begun to melt just a little. His gaze shifted to Jeremiah.
His best friend’s smile was infectious. He raised one eyebrow, then leaned in and blew a stream of air over her left breast.
Nancy’s nipples puckered even more, and she inhaled a breath through her teeth.
Eli nodded and they both moved in on her. Eli headed north, and Jeremiah south.
“Oh, God!” She whimpered and moaned and undulated her body.
Eli lapped and licked, devouring the cream from her flesh, working around her breast, nipping her nipple. He moved up and stole a kiss, his lips voracious in tasting her mouth, sharing the canned condiment with her.
Then he headed south as Jeremiah moved north. Eli’s lips and tongue cleaned the line of dessert from her stomach as he headed toward her pussy. Nancy’s whimpers and the way her body moved—as if already returning his thrusts—told him she did indeed like what they were doing to her.
“Look at you, baby. You’re so beautiful when you’re hot and needy.”
Eli flicked his gaze up. Jeremiah had completed his journey, and now spread kisses along her shoulder, heading, Eli knew, for her mouth.
Between them they’d catapulted their woman to the very edge of orgasm and nothing could have made him happier.
He reached the cream that was left on her mound, nearly melted now, dripping down over her slit and made even sweeter, in his opinion, for the tantalizing spice of her own nectar.
Her body strained as she tried to push her pussy toward his mouth. Her panting, mewling arousal pleased him, and was just the reaction he’d hoped for. Grinning, he finished his journey and laid his mouth on her hot, wet cunt.
“Yes! Oh, yes, Eli!”
Pleasure filled him that she knew which of her lovers feasted on her. Another day, Eli would stretch the wanting and the waiting. Another time, they’d restrain her completely and bring her to the brink, over and over again.
But not this time.
This time, he moved his lips over her pussy, sucking in her juices, using his tongue to delve and lap up her cock-hardening essence. This time, he moved with less grace and more speed. He gave her eager little clit the lightest of nips.
And then he inserted two fingers into her pussy, seeking and finding her sweet spot, at the same time he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Nancy screamed as she came. Great heaving spasms shook her body, and with each one she fed him more of her succulent juices. Eli felt his intoxication rise, and clamped his arm across her hips, holding her down for his loving, adding, he knew, to her pleasure.
The instant he felt her coming down he raised his head. Jeremiah reached over and lifted her blindfold and released her bindings.
Eli moved up her body and pushed his cock into her in one solid, bold thrust. He needed her, the velvet clasp of her body around his cock and the strong, wondrously strong grip of her arms and legs around his body.
“Eli, oh Eli, yes, fuck me!”
He moved in her, his control straining, plunging in her again and again, hard and fast and deep. Her purrs in his ear told him she needed what he gave her. He fastened his mouth on hers, and she greedily drank their combined flavor.
Her arms and legs enfolded him, and her tunnel convulsed around his cock.
Receiving all that he’d longed for, all that he so desperately needed, his tether broke. He clutched her and thrust once, twice—and then held himself deep inside her as her orgasmic tremors set off his own, life-altering climax.
Chapter 16
Reese Davies stood tall and accepted the standing ovation exactly for what it was—his due.
They’d said it couldn’t be done. They’d said that junior senators needed to mind their place and pay their dues. Reese had ignored that so-called conventional wisdom and proved all those old pols wrong. He’d never had a doubt, of course, that he’d succeed. He had been born for greatness.
He’d always known it.
Davies wore his polish as well as any sophisticate. His Ralph Lauren suit, his shoes—everything on his body was American designed, and American made. He was, by damn, a patriot, on his way to the very top.
He kept his smile in place as he raised his hand to his audience, his own trademark salute, and then stepped off the stage and into the wings.
Davies had very few friends, but then he’d never particularly wanted any. Friends were a drain and a distraction from the end game. He trusted only one man fully, and that man was his father.
He loved his father almost as much as he loved himself.
Davies was a man who knew where he was going and every moment of every day was designed to take him one step closer to that sacred goal.
He made his way through the backstage area, toward the exit. He only tarried long enough to let those waiting—those whose proper role was to serve their betters—to have a tiny little taste of his greatness. He saw it in their eyes, in the way they took a step back, and in their body language.
They didn’t have any real understanding, because they were only workers. But clearly they had a reverence for him—likely gifted to them from above. They showed admiration and an acknowledgment that they were in the presence of someone special.
This was true grace, and it was a grace he’d been granted all his life.
He kept a brisk pace, never slowing, never once doubting doors would
be opened for him as he walked. Once inside the confines of his limousine, he checked the time and found that his progress was, as always, perfectly timed.
He pressed the button that would allow him to communicate with his driver. “Take the scenic route.”
A metallic-like voice answered. “Yes, sir, Senator.”
Davies sat back, relaxed, and poured himself a glass of scotch. His driver would take a longer, circuitous drive back to his home.
Sometimes he traveled with his aide, but not this time. Not when he was expecting a call from one of his wealthiest and most important backers. Davies kept certain relationships to himself. He understood at a deep level that potential traps abounded for someone of his stature. The best a man in his position could do was practice absolute discretion. If he did, then he knew his reward would always be success. That had been his father’s golden rule—as in, if he kept that rule, the gold would always come his way.
There’d been many times along this path he’d been set upon, when he’d done what needed doing no matter what that had been—and found only reward for his actions, whatever they might have been.
If lesser men had attempted to do the things he’d done in his rise to the Senate, they would have not only been prosecuted, but convicted. Davies understood that because of his destiny, his very being was a state of grace.
He was, quite literally, above the laws of man.
This state of grace would remain for him so as long as he exercised extreme discretion. That was the price he had to pay for all of his many blessings.
Right on schedule, the cell phone in his pocket—one that would be destroyed immediately upon his arrival home—vibrated to announce an incoming call.
He needed another infusion of funds into his overseas account. The cash drops were fine for a bit of spending money. But for the serious work that lay ahead, he needed serious contributions—and contributions that were anonymous.
“Davies here. Thank you for calling. I’m sure you have good news for me.”
“I’ve been asked to order you to cease and desist in your current activities. I’ve been asked to convey to you that continuing along on this path will be an extreme disappointment—the most extreme kind of disappointment possible.”
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