Canvas (The Program Book 1)

by N. M. Catalano

I hear her murmur, “Still so bossy.”

  Immediately, that day in her coffee shop flashes in my mind as a grin spreads across my face.

  God, was that only six months ago?

  I’m not sure if that was the day I fell in love with her, the day I found her on her hands and knees crawled inside a broken refrigerator. That was the first time she called me bossy. She was stubborn and sexy, I had wanted to put her over my lap, and kiss her so fucking bad, it hurt. She already owned me by that point. Hell, she probably had a firm grip on my nuts the minute I first saw her, even before the guys had put me in a situation where I had to claim her.

  Thank God for them, if they hadn’t, I might still be watching her through the window. They knew, and they did what had to be done to kick me in my ass and make me go and get her.

  Thank God! If they hadn’t, she’d probably be back in that hell she escaped from. And I would not have had any idea what was happening with her.

  My heart twists just thinking of a life without Summer, not ever knowing her, touching her, and having her by my side every day.

  There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t remember how I found her when Steve took her. The rage and fury is just as fresh as it was then.

  I wanted to make him pay for what he’d done, and his pig father, and her fucking pimp father too. Especially him. I asked her again about pressing charges and having the whole fucking place shut down. She just wanted to be done, she wanted it all to be over. She knew her life would be a three ring circus for years if she pursued it. All she wanted was to be free.

  I couldn’t blame her for that.

  Me and the guys had talked about us going in and taking them all out. We all knew that if I said ‘Let’s do it,’ it would have been on, no questions asked, no hesitation. I know we’re all still thinking about it.

  I don’t think the whole thing will ever be over.

  The Program knows it too. They cautioned us about any retaliation, by either physical means or formally. They fucking told us basically that The Club’s power goes beyond what we could imagine and there are people in very high places that would stop it immediately any way they had to.

  As much as I hated it, I was not going to let anything happen to Summer, even if that meant standing down.

  The world’s a shitty fucking place, don’t ever fool yourself.

  So I brought her home. Yeah, I brought her here, it wasn’t easy at first, it took her six weeks to heal from the beating Steve gave her, and I was beside her every minute. I would not let her leave after that, wouldn’t let her out of my sight, night or day. After she healed, if she went to work, I was there too. If I wasn’t, one of the guys were. Snake spent the most time with her after me. It was all their idea, and had insisted on watching out for her just as much as I was. She fought, cursed, screamed, cried, but finally, she admitted how much she really needed it.

  She also started therapy. Reliving all those old nightmares has been extremely hard for her, but exorcising them has helped completely remove the grip her past had over her. So far, no one has contacted her from The Club. When the messenger arrived with the packet from The Program, it had been Summer Hollingsworth, millionaire’s daughter, single heir to Hollingsworth Holdings, net worth one hundred and fifty million dollars, that we’d been hired to find, retrieve, and return to her family.

  Ain’t that a kick in the ass?

  Hah! We found her alright, and retrieved her, and damn sure returned her to the only family she’s ever had, and ever will.

  “Are you ready for me, Rock?” comes Summer’s soft voice from the door behind me.

  My entire body hums as heat fills me.

  This day has been coming from the first time I saw her.

  “Yes, princess,” I turn from my supplies in my studio. I look at her. She still takes my goddamn breath away. She’s standing in the doorway in only a silk robe, untied, gaping open, held in place with just the tips of her breasts. “I’ve been ready for you my whole life, Summer.” She smiles that radiant fucking smile at me. “Come here, it’s time for me to immortalize you.”

  She slowly walks toward me. “Rock, the only place I want to live eternally is right here,” she places a hand on my chest over my heart.

  “Forever, princess,” I place my hand over hers. “Today is the day I make your shrine.”

  She blushes again.

  She slays me. Still.

  “Are you ready for this?” I ask her again for the thousandth time.

  She looks up at me from lowered lashes. “Yes,” she replies softly, her smile getting broader.

  She asked the guys to come over tonight. She’d gotten very close with each of them over the past six months, having spent so much time with each of them individually when they were with her, either at her shop, or here, or taking her somewhere if I couldn’t. Those guys have almost become as possessive of her as I am.

  One night she finally asked me about us.

  “Rock, I want to know. Are you and the guys intimate with a woman together?” she forced the question out quickly from out of nowhere.

  She asked me this before, not as literally, and my answer had been a bit vague. She must have been thinking about it since she’s spent so much time with them.

  I looked at her. Her expression was determined. “If you mean have we fucked a woman together at the same time, yes.”

  Her eyes didn’t flinch, her expression didn’t change, she just said, “Okay.”

  I stroked her cheek with my finger, then glided it over her lips as I stared into her eyes.

  Softly she asked, “Did you want to do that with me?”

  There was no fear in her eyes, no reservations, only desire.

  I slid my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face close to mine and ran my tongue over her parted lips. I was honest. “Yes, princess, I wanted to do that with you.”

  She sighed against my lips.

  Right then I knew.

  I tied her to my kitchen table that night and made her come so many times, she wept.

  I didn’t bring it up again after that. She wants it, I know she does, I knew it that moment when Snake stepped into my office and Summer saw him, I read it instantly all over her naked body. But she has to tell me when she’s ready. She has to go at whatever pace is comfortable for her and her healing. She’s going tell me when the time is right.

  Then one day out of the blue, she said, “Why don’t we invite the guys over?”

  That’s how we ended up here, tonight, and I believe how she’s telling me it’s time.

  Summer’s now naked and painted, my fucking perfect canvas, on the podium I’ve set up for her. To me it’s her altar, or will be once the work is complete.

  She’s ready, I used fluorescent paint in golds and reds, whites and oranges, then covered her in shimmering gold dust.

  She’s the sun, a vibrant, life-giving goddess, her power emanates from her, penetrating everything and everyone she touches.

  The pieces I made from that first sitting cover the walls in our bedroom. They’re gorgeous. She’s fucking stunning. Her passion, her essence, all that she is, everything she was feeling is expressed in those pieces. I sit and stare at them all the time and they bring me right back to that night. I cannot wait until today’s pieces are complete as well.

  One by one the guys have come into our dark sanctuary. They haven’t said anything, but have only stood and watched as I took frame after frame of photos, changed lights around, and repositioned her. At one-point, Snake retouched some shimmer on her body, then Gringo got her something to drink, and Bull fixed her hair when it started to slip. She didn’t bat an eye when they came in and she was standing there, the naked sun goddess in all her beautiful glory. She didn’t shy away when each one approached her, touched her, and stood in front of her and admired her. After I click the very last shot, I stand and just look at her.

  I can’t believe this woman loves me, it’s almost overwhelming.

  “That�
��s it, princess, we’re finished,” I say, almost sadly.

  “You were incredible, Tinkerbell,” Snake says, Fucking guy, still with the nickname.

  “Damn, darlin’, you’re as sweet as my mama’s homemade pecan pie,” Bull smiles. There’s that glimmer again.

  “Perfection,” Gringo looks like he wants to eat her nice and slow.

  Yeah, she’s all of that and more.

  She smiles at each of them, it’s radiant and uninhibited.

  It’s almost bittersweet, to finally do it, this thing I’ve wanted for so long, but then to have it almost be finished. This piece, this creation of Summer, will epitomize all that Summer is to me, her beauty, her wonder, her magnificence, her strength and power, everything that she is I want to pay homage to her by having it captured on the outside, for her to see herself as I see her.

  I walk over to her and take her hand.

  “Go have a shower, princess, we’ll meet you when you’re finished.”

  I can see the blush creep up her skin under the paint and shimmer as her nipples harden and her eyes slowly meet Snake’s, Bull’s, then Gringo’s, before coming back to mine.

  “Okay, I won’t be long.”

  It’s time.

  “We’ll have everything ready for you when you get out,” Snake comments deeply.

  Their eyes lock. A heated moment, that moment we shared on my desk roars to life again.

  Anything you want, princess, just say the word.

  “Okay, I’ll be right back,” her words are soft and breathy, but sure.

  I walk her to the bathroom, kiss her once, just once, long and hard, before I close the door and walk to the kitchen where they guys I’m sure are waiting.

  “She looks good, Rock, strong and at ease,” Snake says with a scotch in his hand.

  I pour myself a glass and take a sip before washing the paint off my arms and hands.

  “I think all that shit is finally behind her,” I say.

  She’s got the strength and perseverance of a fucking saint. But her body? Her body was made for sin.

  “That’s good, she deserves to be happy,” Gringo replies.

  “Did I tell you guys she asked me about us?” I say as I reach for the towel to dry my hands.

  “What do you mean she asked about us?” Bull asks, then throws back a long pull from his beer. He and Gringo are at the table.

  I turn around and lean against the counter and pick up my glass. “A couple of months ago she asked me if we fucked women together.”

  “She obviously knows, Rock,” Snake looks at me. “We did have that time in your office.”

  “I know, but,” I look to each of them. “She asked me to invite you guys over tonight.” I pause. “All of you.”

  “Well, sweet little Sugar,” Bull beams. At least he dropped the Tits part.

  A slow lascivious smile grows on Gringo’s face. I can only imagine which filthy thoughts are playing in his mind.

  Snake’s expression doesn’t change.

  “You know this wouldn’t be the same, Rock?” Snake finally asks me.

  I do. I fucking do. They each love Summer in their own way. Especially Snake.

  “Snake’s right,” Gringo finally says something.

  Here it fucking comes.

  “It’s not just about fucking her, dirtying her up, letting her use us to satisfy that delicious little slut inside of her.” Gringo always cuts right to the chase.

  He’s so goddamn right.

  “Yeah, I know,” I answer.

  “We want this just as much today as we did six months ago. Hell, probably even more. Now we want this for her, right guys?” Gringo continues.

  Snake nods, “Yeah, I have wanted it for some time, just like that.”

  “I’ve been wantin’ to put a special smile on Sugar’s face every time I’ve seen her,” Bull folds his hands behind his shaved head, smiling.

  Gringo grins at me. “You want it too, you always have, Rock.”

  He knows me, they all know me.

  “Yes,” I answer simply.

  Snake slowly smiles. “She’ll let us know.”

  “Let you know what?” comes Summer’s voice as she enters the kitchen.

  It’s show time.

  The sight of her stops me in my tracks. She’s fucking radiant purity, dressed in a floor length thin white cotton dress, unbuttoned low, the ghost of her white lace bra and panties slightly visible through the fabric. Her hair is wet and she has no makeup on. She’s perfect.

  Taking two long strides, I walk up to her, pull her against me and devour her in a kiss. When I come up for air, I growl with my face buried in her neck, “Let us know what you want, princess.”

  She’s holding onto my arms, head tilted to the side, asking for more.

  “What are my choices?” she asks breathlessly.

  Snake is the first one to approach us. “Are you hungry, Tinkerbell? We are.” his voice is rough.

  I can feel Summer’s deep intake of breath.

  “What are you hungry for?” she asks quietly.

  He pushes her hair away from the other side of her neck. “Something sweet,” he replies quietly. “Something so tempting, we’ve all wanted it for a while.”

  Summer shifts in my arms, turning her front to Snake. And the boys. She presses her back into my chest. I lift my hands to her shoulders, then glide them down over her breasts and capture their fullness in my palms.

  “We think you’re hungry too, Tinkerbell,” Snake lifts Summer’s chin with a finger so she’s looking into his face.

  I can feel her hard nipples under my hands.

  He waits. I wait. We’re looking for any sign from Summer to tell us this is not what she wants. Their eyes are locked; Summer’s hands are pressed firmly against my thighs.

  Finally, she gives him the sign we’ve all been waiting for.

  Summer’s lips part slowly.

  It’s an invitation.

  Snake strokes her bottom lip with his thumb. She pokes the tip of her tongue out and follows his thumb with it along her lip as she presses her ass into my already hard dick. He slips it into her mouth and she closes her lips around it, not breaking their stare.

  “We want to satisfy your hunger, Tinkerbell.” He inches his face closer. “All of us.”

  She drags in a slow breath.

  He begins to thrust his thumb slowly in and out of her mouth. “Yes or no, all you have to do is nod.”

  Her eyes shift to mine. I’m studying every feeling that passes through her eyes as I peer over her shoulder from behind her, my palms grazing over the pebbled points of her breasts. She’s looking for my approval, my reassurance. My acknowledgement that I want this too.

  I give it to her with a lick of her lips wrapped around Snakes thumb.

  One small movement, one small dip of her chin is all it takes.

  “Princess,” I whisper roughly, clasping her chin firmly and bringing her face back to look into Snakes, “tonight I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours while Snake fucks that perfect ass like I said before.”

  He grins wickedly at her. Removing his thumb, he begins to unbutton her dress. The sound of zippers echoes through my large kitchen as Gringo and Bull take their cocks out.

  “You’re going to look so fucking good with another cock in your mouth while we fuck you.”

  She moans.

  So damn wrong about her.

  Gringo and Bull join us in our circle of want and need.

  Snake pushes her dress down her shoulders and it falls to the floor. I unhook her bra, throw it to the side, then cup both of her breasts in my hands beneath them.

  “Suck her tits.”

  Both Gringo’s and Bull’s mouth close over each nipple and they begin to feast.

  Summer slams her head into my chest behind her from the sudden onslaught of sensations as Snake slides her panties down her legs.

  “Grab their cocks, princess, touch them,” I command her huskily.

  “I
remember this sweet little cunt of yours, Tinkerbell,” Snake says as he slips his hand between her thighs.

  “Yes…,” she pants with her hands wrapped around two cocks, squeezing and pumping, and her ass grinding into my hardness.

  I close an arm tightly around her middle to hold her still while I keep her head firmly in place with my other hand.

  I want her to take every fucking thing we’re giving her, every goddamn lick, nibble, flick, thrust. Every. Damn. Thing.

  “Touch her Snake, play with that beautiful pussy. Make her fucking scream,” I growl.

  “With pleasure,” Snake smirks.

  I know the instant Snake makes contact with Summer’s clit. I know because her body goes taut and she lets out a soft scream. Then she melts into me. That’s the moment she lets go and gives in, turns herself over to us completely. To everything, to me, to us, to the experience we’re giving her.

  “That’s it, princess,” I whisper huskily into her ear. “Feel. Let them use you, let us give you what you need. Take everything, take it fucking all.”

  She sighs, “Yes…,” her face is a mask of complete pleasure and surrender.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect,” I kiss, lick, and nibble her face, her cheeks, her jaw.

  “Rock,” it’s a plea.

  She’s almost there.

  “Stick two fingers in her tight little pussy, and pinch her hungry clit. Make her fucking explode.”

  Gringo’s got the nipple he’s working clasped between his thumb and finger as his tongue assaults the fuck out of it. He’s pumping his shaft with Summer, his hand closed over hers, Bull’s doing the same thing, except his tit is sucked deep into his mouth.

  She slides her legs further apart.

  “Please…,” she moans.

  She can’t move, her hands are clasped on the boys’ cocks, I’ve got her body held firmly against me, and Snake’s got her hostage with only his fingers on her cunt.

  With one hand thrusting in and out of my slutty princess, Snake lifts his other. Probably to pinch her needy little nub and send her crashing.

  “Come all over his hands, princess, and scream when you do,” I whisper in her ear.

  Snake and I lock eyes. He grins. I smirk. Summer lets out a long fucking scream. Bull and Gringo growl.