RECKLESSATTRACTION

by AMBRIELLEKIRK

  Trevor was not too long behind me and he spent his seed quickly, emptying himself into me and then pulling out and spilling the remainder on my belly.

  He collapsed on the couch next to me. I brought my sore legs together and stood, then went to grab some paper towels to clean up.

  I picked up his dress shirt and slipped into it as I handed him the towel. “So much for keeping our reservation time,” I teased, pulling the ends of the shirt closed to cover my bare breasts.

  “But you love it,” he replied.

  I kissed him on the cheek. “We should take a shower and get dressed. Good thing I put your dress shirt and slacks in the cleaners from the other day because we just ruined your clothes.”

  He smiled. “You think of everything.”

  “Yeah, well—“

  There was a knock at the door, and my heart jumped. My first thought was that one of the neighbors had called the cops thinking that I was in distress. The walls were paper-thin and the homes were spaced too closely together. Ever since Trevor and I became an item, my neighbors had been giving me strange stares.

  “I’ll get it,” he said, picking up his khakis from the floor and pulling them on.

  Just as I was about to clear the living area, I heard Rich’s voice and stopped dead in my tracks. What was he doing here?

  “How ironic,” Rich said, inviting himself into the house. He looked between Trevor and me then turned his attention to observing my home. It had been months since he’d been inside. He’d helped me move here following our divorce, and I’d changed the place up since and even applied some new paint colors.

  “What are you doing here, Rich?”

  Rich approached me and handed me an envelope. “It’s what you wanted all this time. The divorce papers are signed, but I see you didn’t waste any time spreading your legs.”

  “Hey!” Trevor came up behind me and then came to stand between Rich and me. “Deliver another insult and you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

  “Dude…” Rich’s face reddened. “You just ass-fucked my wife!”

  “I’m no longer your wife,” I said calmly.

  “You delivered the papers. Leave before we have problems here,” Trevor warned.

  Rich opened his arms in a gesture of defeat. “Don’t you think this is a problem? You two make me out to be the bad guy, but you’re in here fucking each other.”

  “No one said you were the bad guy. You know damn well why we’re divorcing each other,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.

  “Okay.” Rich nodded. “You’re right, but you’re not all that innocent, doll.”

  “It’s enough. Leave us. I love Camille and always have,” Trevor demanded.

  Rich chuckled. “You know I should be seething with anger right now.” He looked down at his watch. “For about forty minutes straight, I witnessed you helping yourself to my wife’s pussy and fucking her ass like the horny bastard you are.”

  I grabbed Trevor, but his reply couldn’t be stopped. “You fucking snake! You were watching us.”

  Rich nodded and dragged his fingers through his hair. “I should have been disgusted, but tell me, why the fuck is my dick so hard? Why am I aroused seeing you going to the bank with my wife at my expense?”

  “Man, you have some serious issues,” Trevor replied, a disturbed expression on his face. “But make no mistake, neither Camille nor I want to be the stars of your little fantasies or the cause of your wet dreams.”

  “Don’t pretend you’re innocent, too, bro. Don’t act like you’ve never fucked a slut and let me watch and vice versa.”

  Trevor held up his hand. “That’s enough! What I did five years ago when we were in grad school has nothing to do with the man I am today. I’ve grown out of that shit. I’m all ears if you want me to listen or need someone to talk to, but if you ever peep in on Camille again whether I’m here with her or not, I will seriously have to take matters into my own hands. You understand that?”

  I began to back out of the room. “I can’t take this anymore. I really can’t.”

  “Look,” Rich started toward the door. “I apologize for barging in like this. I picked the wrong day to hand you the divorce papers. Maybe it was even the right day, given the circumstances of this affair you are having.”

  “What affair?” I felt the rage rise up in me as I glared at Rich. “We were through. Don’t try to make it seem like you’re the victim.”

  “I’m going to leave now.” Rich backed out of the door. “I hope you two have a nice life together. I really do. Trevor will be good to you. He’ll be the man I failed at being.”

  “Rich…” I hated seeing Rich like this when he was vulnerable. I understood now why he liked to keep his weakness for women under wraps. He was a stronger man when he could do his dirt without anyone finding out about it. He was strongest when he was in control of all things.

  I looked after him, but I knew I had to let him go. For his sanity and for my well-being. We would never be happy together. Not like I was with Trevor.

  Rich paused in the doorway. “Thanks for opening the door. Now I see the light. Sometimes it takes a revelation like this to understand what one truly wants.”

  Trevor let Rich out, closed and locked the door, then joined me in the center of the room. I immediately embraced him.

  “I’m sorry about that.”

  Trevor’s big arms encompassed my waist. “Wasn’t your fault. We needed that closure. You have your papers, and he has his freedom to do whatever with whomever he wants.”

  “I just feel bad I couldn’t help him.”

  “He’s a big boy. He can help himself,” Trevor replied with a straight face.

  “So are you down with all of my baggage, or what?” I shrugged.

  “If it means I can have you all to myself with no sharing at all, then yes.” He kissed me lightly on the lips.

  I smiled. “How did I ever get so lucky to meet you? You kept me sane throughout all of this. You’ve always been there for me, even if it was at a distance in a chat room.”

  “I can easily say the same thing about you. Do you believe in love at first sight, Camille?”

  “I believe in love,” I answered.

  He smiled. “At the first sight of you, I knew I’d never stop loving everything about you.”

  I pulled him closer to me and felt secure wrapped up in his warmth. Through the discovery and heartbreak, I had finally found closure in all of this and now I had Trevor all to myself.

  EPILOGUE

  Camille

  …Both men closed the gap, pressing their body to mine. My temperature grew even more to match the heat of the room. As we stood by the fireplace, flames danced in frenzy as thick snow pelted outside against the windows.

  Just as Rich began laying kisses across my shoulders, Trevor crushed his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. Two erections pressed against me. One against my belly…the other against my ass. Trevor’s kiss was tender, but ravenous. The force of it pushed me back into Rich who drove his cock between the globes of my ass.

  Rich held my hips firm within his grip as he made haste leaving passion marks on the back of my neck. Trevor brought his fingers up to fondle my breasts as he sucked on my lips and tongue. My moans began to drown out the sounds around us as both men marked me at the same time. I was wrapped in their love and their passion. My arousal grew tenfold and a soul-deep need ran rampant through me.

  “Is this what you wanted?” Rich whispered against my ear.

  I nodded, unable to speak as Trevor kissed me in the same rhythm as Rich’s cock rubbing against my ass.

  “Say it!” Rich nipped my shoulder and slid his fingers between my legs.

  My pussy was already dripping wet and with minimal effort, he found my center and pushed inside of me.

  I broke the kiss with Trevor and cried out. “Yes! I want both of you now.”

  Trevor’s cock jumped against my belly and h
e moaned aloud just before dipping his head lower and taking my sensitive nipples into his mouth. “And what you want…you shall have,” he murmured against my skin. He swirled my buds around on his tongue while Rich finger-fucked me.

  My legs became too weak to stand and I found myself on my hands and knees with most of Trevor’s length in my mouth as Rich teased me, preparing me for entry.

  My knees sunk into the plush rug beneath me. I surrendered my all to these men.

  As Rich’s tongue entered my pussy from behind, my thighs quivered. He lapped at my clit and teased my center until my juices drained down my legs. Trevor’s thick cock hitting the back of my throat strangled my cries. As soon as I came down from that first orgasm, Rich thrust into my pussy, sending me into an instant state of ecstasy.

  Trevor’s groans of pleasure mixed with Rich’s moan’s of satisfaction were like music to my ears. It was perfect.

  Cool breeze blew across my face…

  I shot upright in the bed, panting. My eyes stared wildly into the dark as the sheets clung to my dampened skin. I looked to the left of me to find Trevor squinting up at me against the darkness.

  His heavy arm lie against my lap and he lifted his torso and opened his eyes fully. “You okay?”

  I swallowed and looked around the room, my eyes finally adjusting to the small amount of moonlight shining into the bedroom. There wasn’t anyone else on the bed with us and there wasn’t anyone else in the room.

  I pressed my hand to my forehead with my open palm and prayed that my rapid heartbeats would normalize.

  “Camille?”

  “I’m fine,” I said, breathlessly.

  “You sure?”

  “It was just a dream.”

  “Must have been some dream.” Trevor grinned. “Was it a good one or bad one?”

  “I…” I shook my head and collapsed back on the bed.

  Trevor pulled me close and my heart instantly warmed to him. It had been a silly dream. A silly dream that caught me off guard.

  “You’ll have to tell me about this dream of yours sometime.”

  “Maybe tomorrow…if I can remember.” I mumbled and laid my head on his chest.

  Sex with Trevor right before we fell asleep was more than likely the cause of my moistened sex, but another reason was possibly due to the dream I just had. Squeezing my eyes closed and my legs together, I tried not to think about the dream and how wet it had me between my legs.

  “Tomorrow, it is, then.” Trevor kissed the top of my head and wrapped an arm around my torso again. “Let’s get some sleep.”

  “Yeah, let’s do that.” I put my arm over his and pressed my body to his even more. “I have a big day ahead at work.”

  “Me too. Want to carpool again?”

  “Sure.”

  After a few minutes had passed, I thought Trevor had drifted off to sleep since there was no further movement from him, but then he spoke again causing my heart to quicken.

  “Camille, I love you.”

  Over the hum of the ceiling fan above us, I listened to his soothing heartbeat. His voice and touch had calmed my jumbled nerves. Trevor’s ability to dispel an uncomfortable situation and turn it into a desirable one was a unique strength to me. He’d always been the man to turn my worst days around completely, even when my life felt like a complete enigma just as it did right now.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  His breath fanned against my hair as he nestled himself comfortably on the pillow.

  I needed Trevor more than ever to help me face reality. And yes, I loved Trevor unconditionally.

  * * *

  Rich

  I was at work when my invite came. The envelope was unmarked with no return address, but it had my name written across the front of it. This piece of mail in particular looked suspicious, but that never stopped me from taking the extra mile before.

  I was vibrant and alert. I’d just had my coffee and not only did Vivian, the mail clerk, deliver my mail, she also relieved some much-needed stress in the process for me. She gave really good head, especially during the morning hours.

  I picked up the envelope cutter, sliced through the top, and pulled out an invitation to the Den of Sin. It read:

  Mr. Richard E. Broughton, we can help you. We have what you need here. We’re well stocked, even during the off seasons. Relish all your wicked desires. Come join us this weekend. I’ll have one of my best girls give you a tour.

  Best Regards,

  Henri Beaudelaire.

  I grinned and took a sip of my black coffee with cream. Vivian didn’t make the brew as delicious as Camille did, but it would have to do for now.

  I glanced at the invitation again and traced the raised lettering. Maybe I needed a change of scenery to turn my rotten luck around.

  “Mr. Broughton?” Vivian peeked through the door, interrupting my thoughts. “Can I do anything else for you?”

  Vivian had cleaned up nicely and even had on a new shirt since I’d made a mess of the one she was wearing this morning. I noticed that she wore a fresh coat of bright red lipstick as well. She waited by my door eagerly with big innocent doe eyes.

  I knew what she wanted, but she wouldn’t get it. Not unless she played by my rules and even then…I’d never promised to have sex with her. Her lips were heavenly though and I enjoyed fucking her mouth. Maybe if she proved her worth, I’d eventually fuck her pussy.

  “My coffee is cold.” I held up my mug.

  “Oh no,” she said sweetly. “I’ll make you another.”

  “Actually, would you mind walking across the street and bringing me a large coffee from the diner? I like it with a little bit of cream.”

  Vivian smiled. “Sure. Do you mean the one that sells all those delicious pastries?”

  “Yeah.” I leaned back in my chair, licking my lips and thinking of Camille’s pastries. “That’s the one.”

  THE END

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  EXCERPT FROM TAKEN BY TEMPTATION

  CHAPTER ONE

  Zaira’s laughter flowed toward Trent like a magnet, and he paused near the open glass pane doors to listen before following it inside the house. Aside from the partying, BBQ, and open bar, hearing Zaira’s voice had to have been the best moment of the block party. Actually seeing her would be the icing on the cake.

  Trent hadn’t crossed paths with the beautiful vixen in several months despite how much Marcus and Tanya talked about her. Somehow they always seemed to pick opposite days of the week to visit the couple. Trent wanted to hear Zaira’s beautiful voice up, close, and personal.

  Right now he didn’t care if she refused to give him the time of day. If he could only have one moment to acknowledge that she was doing well that would make his night. Hell…he couldn’t even figure out why she kept giving him the cold shoulder anyway. What had he done to make her s
tay far away from him?

  Trent grabbed a beer from the bar and looked around the room. There were about a dozen or so people inside celebrating as well but the ambiance was a lot more intimate than the area around the pool. The women outnumbered the men, but usually that was the way the brothers of Rugged Riders rolled. Especially on a night like this. This date marked the day of a new member’s initiation into RR. It didn’t matter how trivial the occasion was. If there was an excuse to celebrate with women, booze, and food, there almost always was a gathering. They were a close-knit circle of brothers, commonly connected by blood or friendship—and sometimes both. RR was a family he’d always been proud to be a part of.

  A football game was being aired on the big screen television in front of three rows of theatre-style seating. The guys were getting riled up in their seats, yelling at a piece of plasma. The NFL season was in full swing and they all had their favorite teams to root for. Trent could conclude that there was live betting going on. Although betting was his forty, he was in pursuit of something greater.

  On the other end of the basement was another wet bar where the cocktails and mixed drinks were being served by a couple of bartenders. Trent had not too long spoken with Drew, who’d recently inherited the mansion. Coincidentally his friend was the one who’d just been initiated. Amidst all the excitement was a pool table, but the active game was not what caught Trent’s immediate attention.

  As soon as Trent spotted Zaira in the room, there was not one person or thing there that could’ve swayed his attention from her. He hadn’t expected her to be here. She almost never attended any events anymore, not even the one’s where her father had been the host.

  Zaira Wright was bent over the pool table with a cue in her hand as she positioned herself to hit the ball. There were other spectators hanging around with cue sticks in what appeared to be a group game. It didn’t surprise Trent that the center of attention for the few RR brothers standing around the table was Zaira’s posed ass in a mini-skirt. He had this instant urge to barge in and snatch her away from roving eyes—an urge that he dispelled quickly given the circumstances.