To Have and Hold (The Club #19)

by Isobelle Cate

  “We know that he didn’t. That was Beebee’s doing, getting more info from God knows who. She’s also sent out warnings to people in the lifestyle to avoid Borderline until the club cleaned up their act. Suffice to say, that club is going to experience the economic crunch very soon.” Dennis paused, his kind gaze on me. “It’s over, Bettina. You’re free to move on.”

  I leaned back on my chair. Suddenly the anxiety that was my constant companion fell from my shoulders. I felt it’s weight slide down my back and slink down to the floor much like dirty soapsuds being washed away by the shower. Dennis stood and leaned down to kiss my head before making his way to the door. He turned the knob, and the music and peoples voices carried themselves through the small crack.

  “Wait!” I called jumping out of my chair. “How did you do that? Uploading that video in everyone’s phone?”

  He shook his head. “Not me. For the nth time ask Beebee. Both of you better take care of her.” He pointed at Adam and Brock, his eyes warning them. “Or I’ll have your dicks next on YouTube.”

  “Find your sub, Tanner,” Adam said in irritation. “Leave us to show Bettina how much she means to us.”

  Dennis snorted. “I’ll hold you to that.”

  A pall fell over the place when Dennis left. The sounds from outside muffled by the walls of the room.

  Gavin Tresher received what was due him, and while karma graced my side, I couldn’t help the tinge of sympathy for Dolly. It didn’t matter whether she knew of Gavin’s exploits or not. To be subjected to the unwanted attention of those in the Club and her reputation maybe ruined by association wasn’t something I would have wished for her even if she was disdainful of those who didn’t belong to her social class.

  I looked at Adam and Brock - the two men I cared for. I didn’t know where this relationship was ultimately going to lead, but I for one would make the most of my time with them.

  Starting now.

  Chapter Fourteen

  We didn’t stay at The Club. Instead, we went back to Brock’s place where I explained to both of them why Gavin figured so strongly in my past. They sat beside me on the couch as every sordid detail was laid bare before them, just as I opened up to Beebee and Dennis. Their faces were both harsh with anger and pain for what had happened to me. Adam stood several times and paced the length of the stark living room before looking out of the glass doors, a brooding shadow against the dark sky. Brock leaned his arms over his thighs, his hands clasped together so hard I could see the whites of his knuckles. That show of emotion made me melt, made me feel cherished—I never thought could happen to me. Each man had their own way of dealing with their rage.

  Just as each man gratified me with pleasure in their own way.

  However, the retelling of what Gavin had done to me dampened our desires. Over a midnight meal of wine, cold meats, and cheese, Adam informed us that he was going to look at possible areas in Karim where he could set up his practice. He had tendered his resignation at the hospital he worked for in London, though he would have to make a few more trips to close that chapter of his life while he opened a new one in Karim.

  “Wouldn’t you need to qualify to practice here?” I licked my fingers after bringing a piece of prosciutto into my mouth, secretly smiling when both men’s gazes darkened.

  “I would.” Adam cleared his throat as he leaned against the kitchen’s island. “And I’d gladly do that to be near you.”

  Shit.

  Eventually, fatigue crept in slowly, and I could no longer hold my head up. Adam scooped me up and carried me to Brock’s room. His words barely registered when sleep pulled me in.

  But someone’s tongue and mouth on my pussy pulled me out of that realm where dreams were only thoughts to the place were dreams come true. That tongue was wet, hot. The mouth hungry, voracious. I writhed slowly in bed as my body woke slowly, my hands trying to find purchase on the rumpled sheets. My own need gently rose like a wave lapping against the beach before the undercurrent stirred it, making it stronger.

  Fuck.

  I surfaced, my body arching. The hands on my ass held me tightly as the mouth continued to eat me. Devour me.

  Adam. I whispered his name like a morning prayer. My hands went to my breasts, desire making me squeeze them and pinch my nipples, and they hardened in the cool air. My lips parted, soft moans rising from my throat before my hands skimmed my own body, lowering down to my belly, to my pelvis, to sink into Adams glorious hair. I held him against me, my legs widening, lifting to let him in. He hummed against my clit, and I felt my orgasm rise. He continued humming, the vibration causing me to open, even more, craving for that unforgiving moment. I started to come with a whimper.

  Then a scream.

  Lord, what a way to wake up! I felt suspended like one of those subs held high by shibari knots while their Doms fucked them. I gradually drifted back to earth, satisfied but not fully sated.

  “Good morning,” Adam drawled in that sexy but now amused voice of his.

  “Enjoyed your breakfast?” My voice was still husky from being woken and sent into my climax.

  “Delicious.”

  My pussy became wet again. If Adam had eaten me out with gusto as his shiny mouth covered with my essence showed, there was more where that came from. But I wanted my own kind of breakfast.

  I rose on my elbows watching him pump his cock in his hands, the tip shiny with his arousal. “Where’s Brock?”

  “Here.”

  I swiveled to the left. Brock sat on the armchair, his legs spread out before him, his cock in his hand also wet with pre-cum. My mouth curved to one side when he stood.

  “Fuck it, Bettina. You’re beautiful.” He rasped. “Especially when Adam was eating you.”

  “Hhmmm….” I rose up from the bed and knelt. “I love both your tongues on my pussy. But now,” I reached out for Adam’s warm, steel hard cock in one hand, then Brock’s rigid and straining dick on the other. “I need my breakfast too.”

  I missed Adam, so I started with him. The moment my lips connected with his shaft, I closed my eyes in pleasure. My mouth closed over the mushroom of his head, widening over his girth to slide up and down, trying to take as much as I could of him inside until he hit my throat. That made him inhale harshly. I looked up at him, the planes of his hard abs and chest tense as I watched the ecstasy on his face. Several more bobs of my mouth on his cock and he threw his head back, holding my head so he could fuck my mouth.

  “Shit, babe. You suck cock so good.” His hips moved so he could thrust into my mouth.

  I smiled at the compliment, popping his wet shaft out of my mouth before I turned my attention to Brock.

  “Yes, she does,” Brock praised, then groaned. “Oh yeah, baby. Lick me first then suck me.”

  My hand pumped Adam while I obliged Brock. I ran my pursed lips over the thick vein running down the underside before flicking my tongue incessantly against that small trail of skin located just below his bulbous head. I tasted the saltiness of him. Honest to goodness pure protein. I slid my mouth over his length once more, and when he started breathing hard, I stopped, retuning my attention back to Adam. My ‘Fuck’ was a muffled grunt against Adam’s cock when they both started to play with my pussy, their fingers sliding against my clit before entering my opening then back out again. Oh God, this was so hot. There were fingers everywhere and even against my rosette, lubricating it with my own heat before a finger entered.

  Shit, I was beginning to like it.

  Excitement was starting to make me feel giddy when Brock positioned himself between my legs.

  “So fucking beautiful to see your swollen mouth on my—ahhh shit.” Adam couldn’t finish his sentence when I latched on to him, sucking and pumping him with my hand. I was a messy eater, but what the hell. So long as I got my fill of the two most important men in my life.

  Brock held me steady over him as he held his dick against my opening, sliding it against my slit before raising his hips to slide himself inside
my pussy.

  I took Adam’s cock out of my mouth. “Oh yes!” My inner walls stretched slowly over Brock until I sat him to the hilt. My hips moved letting his cock fill and hit me in all the right places. Brock’s head dipped against the bed, his hands holding on to my waist while I did him, feeding that coil of desire inside me. Then he stopped me from moving, holding me up suspended over his cock that I had to let go of Adam to steady myself.

  I looked at him in confusion. “Brock?”

  “Don’t ride me this time, babe,” he gritted as his cock continued to slide in and out of me with excruciating slowness. “Now I’m going to ram my thick cock up your greedy pussy.”

  And that’s what he did. His cock suddenly moved in and out of me faster and faster until I felt him hit the mouth of my cervix. Pain and pleasure mixed into a volatile cocktail of lust inside me. My soft cries increased as Brock’s fucking fed into my impending orgasm. I looked up at Adam who was grinning, enjoying the show of his friend shoving his hard dick into me. Then he knelt beside me and took my nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth against the sensitive nub before sucking it. His other hand squeezed my other breast, pinching my nipple. I was crying as pure pleasure filled me, the fine hairs on my body standing on end.

  Then I came. My screams bounced against the bedroom walls as my orgasm crashed over me. Drowning me. When I opened my eyes, Brock was taking huge gulps of air, his jaw clenching as he controlled his raging lust. His cock left my hole only for it to be replaced by Adam’s fingers. I leaned over and kissed Brock, a gesture of thanks for a fucktastic orgasm.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass now, Bettina,” Adam said behind me, as he twisted his fingers inside my pussy before bringing them one by one into my ass, stretching me.

  I was so relaxed. During the days that Adam had been away, Brock had been fingering my ass so much, loosening me up a bit. But it didn’t stop the slight discomfort associated with pushing through that tight ring inside before pleasure could truly begin.

  Brock’s hand circled my nape pulling me into a languid kiss of playing tongues and lips sucking at each other. My hands cupped his face while his hands ran over my body, down my back, and to my ass. He gripped my cheeks and pulled them gently apart so that Adam could continue preparing me. I inhaled deeply against Brock’s mouth pulling back to look at his green eyes darkening with his own hunger. I felt Adam’s fingers leave me, followed by the cool air lapping at my wetness before I felt the hardness of him. A quiver of apprehension hit me in the gut. Could I really take them both in?

  “Relax for me, Bettina.” Adam’s tight voice pierced my consciousness. “Your beautiful hole is waiting for me to fuck it. And there’s no turning back.”

  Oh God, yes. Those words were enough to propel me back to satisfying my craving.

  Adam entered me, moving in just a little then out before putting a bit more in, then out. I looked at Brock, my lips parted as I willed myself to relax further. He smiled at me with encouragement as his cock returned inside my vagina. Preparing me. Stoking the heat inside me. I turned to look at Adam, watched his face filled with concentration. Our gazes locked when he eased into me, his gray eyes darkening when I placed my hands over Brock’s to open myself up to him.

  Then he was inside.

  Shit. So this was how it felt. Filled and ready to rock against them both. Adam was right. I could never go back. This was where I wanted to be.

  Where I belonged.

  “Fuck me please.” I gasped.

  Brock obliged, raising his hips, his cock sliding in while Adam withdrew from my ass. Then Adam entered, and Brock withdrew from my core. Soon we found our rhythm. I braced my hands on the bed, framing Brock’s head. He raised his mouth to my pebbled nipples and sucked taking me higher, increasing the intensity of my pleasure. I cried out when Adam continued to fuck my ass then played with my clit, his fingers rubbing my slickness over my pampered bundle of nerves.

  “Oh babe, I need to come.” I didn’t care who heard it. I just needed my fix.

  They complied.

  The pace increased, my pussy and ass tightening against the cocks inside me, building on to the multiple levels of my hunger.

  “Yes!” I was so close.

  Adam let go of my clit and gripped my hips. Brock held my waist, his face hardening as he fucked me in earnest. I looked back at Adam. His eyes were trained on his cock going in and out of my ass.

  Then it there was.

  My cries crescendoed, and I threw my head back as my climax slammed hard into me. I shot up high into the stratosphere, suspended there for what seemed like an eternity as unadulterated bliss filled me. Tears burned at the back of my lids, squeezing through to cascade down the sides of my face as the beauty of what just happened landed bang at the centre of my heart.

  I never felt so desired and wanted in my life.

  Dimly I heard Brock’s groan first then Adam’s guttural shout as their seed filled me. Their cocks jerked then slowed from going in and out of me as they came down.

  They had me for their pleasure as I had them for mine. I held them in my arms, and I was theirs to hold. The shame was gone. It wasn’t even lurking in the recesses of my mind. Adam Hunter and Brock Jordan. The men who gave me back who I was.

  “Sleep, Bettina.” Adam’s voice interrupted my thoughts as the three of us lay in bed replete. Brock spooned me while Adam lay on his side facing me and possessively holding my breast. “We have you.”

  “And we’ll hold you by our side.” Brock’s sleepy voice added against my shoulder. “Always.”

  I smiled as my eyes fluttered closed.

  I could live with that.

  THE END

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