by Roni Loren
But before she could announce this—that she was permanently stuck in this position and they would all just have to deal with it—hands were grasping her under the arms and helping her off of Ren. Hayes sat her on the edge of the table and then swept her up into his arms. “Let’s get you someplace more comfortable.”
She let herself melt into his hold, not trusting herself to do much else. She kept her eyes closed most of the time as they moved through the house and eventually she was brought into a bedroom with a big bed and low lamplight. She blinked in the change of light as Hayes laid her on the bed. Art hung on every wall. Pen-and-ink drawings.
“Ren’s room,” she said offhandedly.
“Yeah. His is better suited for this. Bigger bed.”
“The slut,” she murmured.
“Hey, I heard that,” Ren said with a smile, climbing onto the bed next to her. He bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “That was amazing, Cora. Thank you.”
“Mmmpfh,” she said, drunk on afterglow. She turned her head to find Hayes on the side of the bed, staring down at the both of them. His erection hadn’t abated but he hadn’t made any move to get undressed. She let herself openly stare. “Now what can we do for you, Master Hayes?”
His mouth lifted at the corner. “I’m patient. I’m giving you two a break.”
That sounded like the worst idea ever.
Cora rolled onto her side and Ren’s fingers drifted idly over her thigh. She smiled up at Hayes. “Breaks are overrated. Haven’t you heard that I’m a workaholic?”
“Mmm,” Ren said. “It’s always been Hayes’s weak spot as a dom. Too damn generous and not selfish enough. I’ve always had selfish nailed.”
Hayes grunted. “Believe me, I wasn’t suffering out there. You two are quite a show.”
Ren’s hand drifted down between Cora’s legs and his fingertips gently grazed her still-sensitive lips. Her toes curled and Hayes’s attention focused there.
“I bet Cora’s got more than one measly orgasm in her,” Ren said casually. “Spread your legs for him, gorgeous.” Ren guided her top leg into a bend and up, opening her to Hayes and still playing with her, dumping desire right back into her blood. “She’s wanted Dmitry for a long time. Don’t you think it’s time to give that to her? And time to end your drought? Have you forgotten how good it feels to have a woman’s heat clamp down on your cock? All that slickness surrounding you?”
Hayes’s green eyes had gone almost black, his attention focused on Cora’s spread thighs and Ren’s teasing fingers. Ren was putting her on display, talking about her like she wasn’t there, but that only made it more illicit, hotter. I’ve already had a piece of this. Come and get yours.
Plus, it was probably wrong, but she was unbearably turned on by the fact that she would be the first woman Hayes had been with in years. She kind of liked the slightly wild way he was looking at her, like he didn’t trust himself to play nice or be gentle.
Hayes’s jaw visibly flexed. “Stop, Ren. I can’t— I don’t want to . . .”
“He’s afraid he’s going to hurt me,” Cora said, catching Hayes’s gaze and holding it. “He’s too keyed up. He’s worried he’ll be too rough.”
Hayes glanced away. “Just give me a few minutes.”
Cora pushed herself into a sit. “I’m not scared of you, you know?”
“Maybe you should be,” he said gruffly. “With you looking like that . . . all I want to do right now is hold you down and fuck you until I can’t see straight.”
“Then do it,” she said, tucking her legs beneath her and tipping up her chin. “I can handle you.”
And even if she’d probably have trouble admitting it out loud, one of her top fantasies was rough sex. Hayes knew that. It was Lenore’s favorite.
Ren’s hands slid onto her shoulders. “We’ve got you, Fox. Both of us. You know I won’t let you hurt her. If you push too far, she’s got a safe word and she’s got me.”
Hayes lifted his eyes to Ren, every part of him tense. “Ren—”
Ren’s hands slid down Cora’s arms and drew her hands behind her back. He locked her wrists together in his grip. “Look at our pretty captive. Take her, Hayes. It’s time.”
TWENTY-THREE
Every chain holding Hayes back seemed to snap at once. He prided himself on his self-control. After the show in the kitchen, his cock had been ready to explode, and he’d managed to reel himself in. But how was he supposed to resist this? A beautiful woman he cared about offering herself to him without restriction.
He knew too much. He knew what Cora’s secret fantasies were. And that was tempting him beyond measure. Lenore had always come the hardest when he’d given her rough scenarios, being tied up or held down, being fucked hard and the orgasm being forced out of her.
Ren sat his chin on Cora’s shoulder, her small breasts jutting out from his grip on her wrists, and he reached around to strum her clit. She moaned softly. He could see her trembling with need again. Ren smiled. “If you won’t fuck her, I’ll just do it again. Maybe slide deep into her ass this time. I love how she feels around my cock, love how she rides me. Have you ever been taken that way, baby?”
Cora groaned.
That was it. The breaking point. Hayes was a strong man. A controlled man. But he wasn’t inhuman. He ripped at the button on his jeans and yanked down the zipper. They wanted to tease him? Wanted to goad him into hard and fast? Well, they were going to get it.
He pulled out his cock, giving it much-needed room after the torture of being pressed up against his pants all this time, and rolled on the condom he’d tucked in his pocket. Cora’s gaze zeroed in on his cock, her breath catching. He liked that. Liked seeing the desire clear on her face. Made him feel a little better about what he was about to do.
“You didn’t lie about that either in the game,” she said breathlessly.
He stalked over to the bed and let himself slip fully into the role. “Tell me your safe word, Cora.”
“Red,” she whispered, her eyes going a little wide at his tone.
“Let her go,” he said to Ren. “She’s mine.”
Ren released her wrists and Hayes gripped Cora’s arm, flipping her onto her belly. She landed with a squeak of bedsprings and a gasp, all that pretty flesh flushed and glistening with the start of sweat. He grabbed her waist and dragged her to the edge of the bed, letting her feet touch the floor. “You use that word if you need it, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Swear to me.”
Her back was rising and falling with quick breaths. “I swear.”
“Good girl.” He lifted his hand and did exactly what he’d wanted to do since he’d seen her beautiful ass slide out of those pants tonight. He spanked her with a satisfying thwap.
She yelped, caught by surprise, and her fingers curled into the comforter.
“Hold her down, Ren,” Hayes said, squeezing the base of his cock at the rush of need, at the sight of his handprint on her skin. “Lenore used to get so wet over the thought of my hand turning her ass pink. Let’s see how reality compares.”
Ren clamped his hands over her wrists, his own gaze going hooded. Hayes swatted Cora again and she squirmed. But no safe word. And the squirming only drove him up higher. She was trying to rub her clit against the edge of the bed.
“Spread your legs. Show me what you think of this.”
After a second, she obeyed and all that delicate slick flesh appeared in front of him. The human body was a beautiful thing. He loved things about both the male and female form. But there was something about seeing a woman in surrender, open and aroused, that was like goddamned art.
He spanked her again, watched her cunt clench, her body beg for touch. He traced a finger over her pucker. Cora groaned.
“Mmm, next time,” he said, teasing her a little more. “Lenore said she played wi
th a plug sometimes. How about you, Cora?”
Cora was breathing hard now. “I never lied to you.”
Ren made a sound of approval. “You’re so goddamned sexy. Christ.”
“You’ve got him hard again,” Hayes said, still teasing her hole. “I bet he’s imagining how your ass would feel. Bet it’d be tight with my cock buried in your pussy at the same time.”
“Oh, fuck,” Cora whispered, rocking back into his touch.
He smiled. “Pace yourself, dirty girl. We’ve got all the time in the world to play. But maybe Ren can give you a little taste while I finish your spanking for goading me into this.”
He gave Ren a look and didn’t need to say anything. Ren stretched to pull open the bedside drawer and grabbed the bottle of lubricant. He had his fingers slicked up before Cora could properly catch her breath. His hand slid down her backside.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her muscles tensing.
“Shh,” Ren said. “You’re going to relax for us. And you’re going to enjoy this.”
Ren pressed a finger against that tight little rosette, and Hayes watched as Ren pushed into her. Cora’s heels lifted off the floor and she moaned. The sight made Hayes want to bury himself right there, right now, but he breathed through the urge to rush.
As Ren slowly fucked her ass with his finger, Hayes grabbed a riding crop out of Ren’s cabinet and then went to work, smacking her ass, her thighs, and delivering light taps to her pussy until Cora was panting and writhing on the bed.
“Spread your legs wider,” Hayes said, voice filled with gravel.
After a second, she followed the instruction and he inhaled a deep, shuddering breath, taking in the hot, decadent smell of sex.
She was a beautiful mess laid out before him. Arousal slicked her inner thighs, her pussy was flushed and red, and her muscles were clenching around the second finger Ren had pushed into her like she was begging for more. She may not be sure if she liked pain play yet, but the girl was going crazy from the flogging. And he was going crazy for her.
Cora was perfect. Everything Lenore had been but in a better package—a smart, quirky, strong package. And sexy as fuck. He had worried he was falling for Lenore, a fantasy, but it turned out he was falling for someone very, very real. Falling hard.
The thought scared the shit out of him. He’d just come to terms with his feelings for Ren. He didn’t know how to process this other separate attraction, this attachment. But right now, he wasn’t going to worry about it. It’d been four years since he’d felt the pleasure of a woman, and months of fantasizing about Lenore. That ended tonight.
He tossed the crop aside and spanked Cora a few more times, needing to feel her flesh against his palm, wanting to see her juices slide down her thighs. But soon she was begging, not for him to stop, but for him.
Sir, Dmitry, Hayes. All those words came out her mouth. But the ones that stuck most were the last ones she said. “Please. I need you.”
I need you. It was the plea she’d made on the phone so many times when she’d get too turned on to edit herself, but the one he’d never been able to satisfy. The one that had made him ache for her. The one that had made him feel the most helpless.
He wasn’t helpless anymore. He could answer her.
He stepped forward, Ren automatically backing off, and he nudged her legs wider with his foot. Then he took her wrists in his hands, pinned her to the bed like he knew she craved, and sank inside her.
Cora cried out and her neck arched, but Hayes barely heard it because the reactions in his own body were too loud to be drowned out. Her heat surrounded him, already tightening like a fist, and the indescribable feeling of being sheathed fully inside her made his brain shut down. He was no longer thinking about everything that had led him to this moment. Or worrying about the risk. Or thinking about anything at all. All that was left was feeling and the utter need to fuck this woman and make both their worlds crack in two.
He let go of her hands, and Ren took over pinning her down as Hayes grabbed her hips and dragged her back onto his cock, lost in the sounds she was making and the sensations moving through him. “Yes, God. Cora.”
Cora responded in kind, her voice catching high in her throat with every gasp, every thrust of his hips, and soon he didn’t trust his legs. He told Ren to release her and he helped her fully onto the bed before flipping her over. Her eyes were dazed when she blinked up at him, drunk on lust and full of desire. Perfect. “Still with me, L?”
He knew that wasn’t her name, but somehow the endearment felt right in the moment. It was the name of his sub. When she was like this with him, she was L. And the way she smiled at the mention made something turn over in his chest. She reached up and dragged her fingertips over his stubble, almost in wonder. “I’m so very with you.”
“Beautiful.” He bent to kiss her and then he guided her legs over his shoulders, trapped her arms above her head, and thrust into her, sinking as deep as their bodies would allow.
“Touch her, Ren,” he said between panted breaths. “Show her what it’s like to have us both.”
Ren didn’t hesitate. He moved next to them and let his hands roam over her, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She arched her back at that and her inner muscles gripped Hayes hard.
“She likes that,” Hayes ground out.
Ren lowered his head and put his mouth where his hands had been, sucking and nipping her flesh until Cora was making noises he’d never heard her make before. Ren’s hand reached down and grasped his own cock, jerking roughly.
The sight of Ren, the feel of Cora, and the sounds they were all making coalesced into one swirling cloud of sensation, and Hayes felt his control slipping. He’d had a lot of sex before everything went down. He’d done a lot of kink. But he knew enough to recognize when things were different, when things mattered.
There was nothing clinical or structured or neat about this. This was not a scene at The Ranch where they’d all walk away unscathed later. This was dangerous.
This was new.
But he couldn’t find it in himself to be scared.
He reached between his and Cora’s body, finding where she needed to be touched the most, and he pumped deep. He could sense her orgasm building in the squeeze of her body and the quickness of her breath, the dam about to burst.
“Come for me, L.”
As if she’d been waiting for just those words, she cried out and he went over with her, taking everything she offered and riding her hard, leaving bruises on her and marks on him. Marks that couldn’t be seen but wouldn’t be erased. And when Ren bowed up, cried out, and came all over Cora’s bared breasts, Hayes had no thoughts left in his head.
This was what bliss felt like.
This was what it felt like to be alive again.
And these two people had brought him there.
There were no words, so he didn’t speak any. He slid out of Cora, disposed of the condom, and then they all collapsed into a messy heap on the bed, breathing hard and sweating and floating down from the high.
And then right when all got quiet, when awkwardness could’ve crept in, there was laughter.
He didn’t know who started it—probably Cora—but once it started, they all caught the bug. So they lay there, exhausted and naked and covered in questionable fluids, laughing the laugh of the delirious.
Because they all knew. It was impossible not to feel it.
They’d just found something none of them had ever had.
And no one had any idea what to do with it.
TWENTY-FOUR
Cora lay in bed between Hayes and Ren, staring at the ceiling and trying to fall asleep. The guys had dozed off pretty quickly after they’d all taken a shower. Neither of them had tried to discuss or pick apart what had happened yet. She’d been happy for the reprieve. She wasn’t ready to talk. She hadn�
�t expected for things to go like they had—to feel so much afterward. She wasn’t sure what to do with that.
She’d laughed like a crazy person when they were done because a big part of her had wanted to cry. Things were supposed to be good, exciting, sexy. They weren’t supposed to blow her world apart and make her want things she wasn’t going to get. Being with them had felt like the purest expression of her sexuality, of herself. Like for a little while, all the things that had always been off in her dating life had clicked into place. She’d never felt so free with anyone, so in her own skin, so cherished. Loved, even. Which was ridiculous. That’s not what this was. Her brain chemicals were hijacking her brain and mixing up good sex with emotional stuff. But she needed time to sort herself out and get her armor back up before having any kind of conversation with these two. She couldn’t let them see how deeply they’d affected her, how much she was starting to feel for them. Her poker face would be shit right now. They’d see right through her.
So she was thankful they hadn’t pushed. She would feel better and more centered after a good night’s sleep. She could tackle the hard stuff in the morning.
But even though she felt dog-tired, she couldn’t fall asleep. She’d felt a little light-headed after sex and had chalked it up to not having eaten enough before going out. But now she felt downright nauseous. She had no idea if it was just worry stirring things up or if it was something else. She tried a few different positions, trying to get settled, but the sick feeling only got worse. Ugh. She needed something to settle her stomach.
With a sigh, she gingerly pushed herself upward and scooted down to the foot of the bed, working hard not to disturb the guys. Hayes rolled on his side when she brushed against him, jostling the bed, but his eyes didn’t open. He reached out as if seeking her warmth and his hand landed on Ren’s thigh instead. For a moment, she let herself just look at the two of them. In sleep, they went from hot and intimidating to boyishly adorable. Smooth expressions and messy hair. Soft snores. She could get used to that sight.
