“Night, Sir,” she mumbled, as she snuggled into his warmth and intoxicating smell again.
“Night, beautiful.”
She smiled against his chest, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky to be having such an amazing dream.
Chapter Three
Acacia woke, deliciously sore in all the right places.
That was some dream.
Radigan and his two security guys taking her, pleasuring her. Fuck, it was hot.
Her shoulders ached when she pulled them from under her pillow and tucked them beneath her body. She must not have moved a muscle after falling asleep.
She smiled, opening her eyes to stare out her bedroom window. Her eyebrows made a vee when there was no glass to look out of. Nothing but peach walls and floral artwork.
Her first floor guest room.
Why am I in the guest room?
The sheets were warm beneath her feet as she shifted under the covers.
Last night.
Was it really a dream, or…
With her heart in her throat and adrenaline racing through her, she slowly turned her head, not having a clue what she was going to find.
Nothing.
No one was there.
Her cheek hit the pillow and nervous giggles broke free.
Seriously. As if that would have happened. As if she would have let that happen.
She closed her eyes, determined to go back to sleep as soon as she could swallow the rest of her lingering fear.
The door to her guest bath opened and she eeked, turning onto her side as she gathered the comforter close to her chest.
Radigan walked toward her, toweling off his hair, obviously having taken a shower. He was naked.
And hard.
He dropped the towel next to the bed and climbed on. “I wanted you again but you were still asleep.” He took her hand, making her drop the covers, which slipped to her waist, exposing her breasts and hard nipples.
He wrapped her hand around his shaft, and she moaned. His hot flesh seared her hand as she gripped him.
He jacked his cock, using her hand, and she could feel a blush heating her cheeks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Now, when you sleep, when you come.” He stared down at her, and she could look at nothing but him.
She always had something to say.
Always.
Except then.
Except when he knelt next to her, his cock in her hand, and an order poised on his lips.
“Lick the head. Show me how much you want me.”
Fuck.
His taste.
It exploded across her taste buds as she did as she was told.
Doing what he said any other time would do nothing but piss her off. But doing it while she was naked and vulnerable made for the hottest sex she’d ever had.
She swirled her tongue around the flared ridge, feeling the tight muscle kick in her clenched hand as he tried to control his arousal.
“So hot. Waking up knowing I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
He pulled his cock away from her mouth and rubbed it along her lips.
“I thought it was a dream.”
He pushed his cock into her mouth and she sucked him in, unable to do anything but take the pleasure he gave her.
“No dream could ever be so perfect.”
He saw inside her.
He saw too much, so she lowered her lashes, hiding from the things he made her feel.
The things he made her want.
She moved on him, sucking him in as far as their combined grips would allow. Liquid pleasure danced across her tongue as a few drops of pre–cum leaked from the slit at the top of his dick.
“Enough.” He pulled her hair, making her release his cock with a smacking pop.
He huffed out a couple breaths, closer to orgasm than she had thought. The notion that she could get him so close, so quickly, was heady and terrifying. If he felt a fraction of the lust running through his veins as she had racing through hers, they were in trouble.
She licked her lips, swallowing a tiny piece of him and she loved how his grip tightened on his fistful of her hair.
“Fuck.”
He leaned away, grabbing something off the nightstand.
He ripped a plastic wrapper down the center and rolled the condom down in less than thirty seconds.
He tossed the comforter off and rolled her onto her stomach. His knees moved her legs apart, opening her core to his eyes, his hands.
Fingers ran through the slick fluid leaking from her pussy and she humped his fingers.
“Damn you’re sexy. I didn’t get enough of you last night. Not even close.”
“Good.” She said it before she could stop herself and looked over her shoulder at him.
Seeing his brows pulled down in concentration made her pant, and the fact that he rubbed his cock along her slit probably had something to do with it too.
He didn’t waste time. Foreplay wasn’t necessary. Not with the taste of his cock still sweetly on her tongue.
As he pushed inside, her head fell to the mattress and she tucked her hands beneath her one more time.
He pushed inside and then withdrew. Another inch and then out again.
It was a series of quick jabs and then one long slide as he filled her completely. She sighed at the fullness and he cursed again.
The warmth of his chest pressed against her back as he lay against her–it heated every inch of her.
He pumped his hips, filling more than just her pussy as he fucked her.
He tunneled one of his arms between her neck and her hands. She latched onto his strong forearm, holding him close as he ran his teeth along the shell of her ear.
“This. Just this,” he whispered to her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, as his simple words worked themselves under her shields.
They were in place for a reason. Put there by her to keep her heart safe. To keep it sequestered and free from the possibility of getting broken. Of being broken.
But as he moved inside her, pumping into her body, he squeezed through the steel plates that were stacked so high she didn’t think anyone could get through.
She liked being safe behind her walls.
Didn’t she?
He grabbed her hip, using it to counterbalance himself as he took her.
His cock seemed to grow inside her, and the moan that slipped from between her lips said it all.
He took what he wanted, when he wanted it and how he wanted to take it.
She not only let him, she gave it to him, willingly.
Nothing had ever felt so right than to submit–everything–to him.
“Someday, someday soon, I’m going to fuck your ass while Javier works into this sweet pussy. And then, when you’re filled so full you can’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure and the pain, Edgar’s going to move in. He’s going to open that pretty mouth and fuck it. You won’t be able to do anything but come for us, until we’re through.”
He released her hip and moved her face to the side. He nuzzled her cheek as he slowly fed two thick fingers past her lips.
The faint taste of soap and her pussy juice stunned her for a second. She licked his fingers, moaned around them and then sucked–hard.
Latching onto him made him grunt and he sped up.
Her nipples peaked as they scraped across the sheets and she held onto his arm harder. She wrapped the tops of her feet over his calves, rubbing her toes against his skin.
He was hers. For how long she didn’t know, but she was determined to enjoy every carnal moment of their time together.
“Lick them. One more time.”
She sighed as he kissed her cheek, and then nuzzled her ear. The heat pouring off him could warm the sun. She realized how cold she’d been since the last time she was with him.
She did as he said and he pulled his fingers from her mouth.
He pushed his hand between her abdomen and the bed, us
ing her saliva to rub his fingers around her clit.
It was too much. Too dirty. She loved it.
“Like that don’t you? Your pussy got so tight. I’m not gonna last, but you’re going first. I want to feel you come on my cock. I bet you’d blow my damn mind if I took you bare.”
Her back arched on every stroke, taking the tiniest bit more of him inside her core.
He plunged in, giving her all of himself, his balls bouncing against her mound and his fingers as he circled her clit. He latched onto her shoulder with the hand under her throat, stuffing himself inside her, using her body against her to work himself in deeper.
So deep.
The world…seemed…to pause.
She sucked in a deep breath as all of the sensations in her body coalesced down to her core.
He pinched her clit, flicked it once with his fingernail and she exploded.
Sensation raced outward from that tiny bundle of nerves, lighting up every inch of her as her orgasm overtook every thought she ever had.
She buried her face in the pillow and screamed.
Starbursts of light shattered behind her closed eyelids as he rubbed her clit.
His rhythm grew erratic and puffs of air hit the nape of her neck as he jerked himself inside her.
“Shit,” he cursed as he lifted her by her pubic bone. It was only a couple inches off the bed but it was so carnal. Delicious, as he came inside her, separated by nothing more than a thin layer of latex.
His chest clung to her back with a sheen of sweat. She’d never really found sweaty sex a turn on before.
Apparently she just hadn’t been doing it right.
He moved his fingers across her clit, and her head jacked to the side as far as it could go. Her neck strained against the hold she had on her pillow with her teeth.
“Your. Pussy. So. Tight.”
The words came out from behind his clenched teeth and her orgasm pulsed through her, knowing she’d given him pleasure.
He pumped his hips several more times and finally relaxed. Her eyes widened as his full weight relaxed on her, but it only lasted a few seconds.
He fell to the side, taking her with him, with his cock still buried deep inside her sex. He gathered her close, nuzzling her hair.
She remembered to let go of the pillow and relax her jaw.
Their legs lay in a jumbled pile and they both fought to remember how to breathe.
Tiny jolts of pure pleasure spiked her veins each time his cock kicked inside her.
“Beautiful.”
She didn’t know what he referred to. Her. Or the sex. Or both. Or something completely different, but she agreed.
It was so wonderful with him.
It’s what sex was supposed to be.
“Thank you, Sir.” She twined her fingers on his hand, which was draped across her waist, and brought it to her lips, placing a chaste kiss on his palm.
His cock jerked inside her again and he kissed her shoulder.
“My pleasure, little slut. Believe me. My pleasure.”
Chapter Four
A little while later he made her get up and pulled her into the shower with him.
He washed her hair, her body, even the puffy lips between her legs. He was gentle, quiet.
The care he took with her stole her breath and she tried not to read too much into it.
They couldn’t last.
She knew that.
But she was determined not to focus on the end, only the here and now and the man drying her off with a towel in her own guest bathroom. He’d pulled on jeans and a t–shirt but had informed her he liked her better in a towel.
“You’re quiet.”
“Mmhmm.”
He chuckled as he wrapped the towel around her. “Happy girl?”
“Yes Sir.” She bit her lip, feeling hidey.
He scooped her up, carrying her through the guest room, past the main living room and into the kitchen. He deposited her on one of the bar stools sitting next to the massive island in the middle of the commercial kitchen.
He kissed the top of her head. “Hungry?” He walked away from her, going toward the refrigerator.
“This is my house.”
He flashed her a mouthwash sponsor grin over his shoulder and kept going.
“Seriously. Shouldn’t I be getting you breakfast, especially after…”
He stopped at the single serving coffee pot on the counter next to the fridge and started pulling out everything he needed to make coffee. “Don’t stop there. Would love to know what you were going to say.”
Humor lightened his words and she didn’t know if she should laugh, get mad, or just get up and start fixing her own breakfast.
She wasn’t used to being waited on and seriously had no clue how to handle it.
“Acacia?”
She blinked up at him and he’d turned around, having asked her some kind of question she had no clue about.
“Sorry. What?”
“Creamer?”
“Umm–yes. In the fridge. French vanilla.”
He walked to it, opened it, found what he needed and padded back over to finish her coffee.
“Why are you doing this?”
He stirred her coffee, setting it down in front of her. “Taste it. Make sure it’s how you like it.”
She frowned, picked up the cup, blew across the surface and took a sip. Her eyelids fell and her shoulders relaxed. “Perfect.”
He ran a finger along her cheek, nodded and went back to make a cup for himself.
“Why is it that coffee tastes better when someone else makes it for you?”
“Love.”
She nearly dropped the cup, sloshing hot coffee out onto the granite counter. “Excuse me?” She grabbed a napkin from a holder beside her and mopped up the spill.
Thankfully she had it cleaned up by the time he turned around.
He sipped his coffee, seemingly satisfied by the flavor. He leaned back against the counter and finally looked at her, a sweet smile tilting his lips. “That’s what my mom always says. Love. It makes anything made by someone else taste better.” He laughed at some private joke. “Or if it’s free. If it’s free it really tastes better. That one’s from my younger brother, Alex.”
Acacia took another drink of her vanilla coffee and decided to give it the credit for the warmth spreading outward from her chest. It most definitely wasn’t the man standing in front of her.
“Siblings. Just one?”
“Two actually. Twins. Fifteen years younger than I am. Alex and Syena. They were a surprise. A double whammy we always call them.”
“Fifteen years. Wow. That’s…”
“Yeah. Trust me. Wouldn’t trade either of them for all the riches in the world. They’re about to turn twelve. One more year before they turn into monsters. It’s been nice knowing them.” He smiled and winked at her.
“I never had siblings. I would have liked to.” She never talked about her family, or lack thereof. Why am I with him?
“They can be great, and awful. So your parents never had any other kids?”
She shook her head, setting down her coffee mug and crossed her arms on the counter. He set his on the counter behind him and started pulling food out of the fridge.
“No more kids. They divorced before I could form any lasting bond with my mother, and my dad never remarried. How do you know where everything is?” It was really starting to wig her out just a tad.
“Jackie.”
“Huh? What about Jackie?”
“She’s my accomplice. I enlisted her help last night during the party. Told her what I wanted to do and–”
“You told her what?!?” She was up, out of her seat, around the island and in his face in less than one breath. “You told her you were going to fuck me? That you were going to have Javiar and Ed–”
He kissed her. And kept kissing her, until she melted into him.
“I told her I wanted to talk to you. I informed her I had every
intention of pursuing you and wasn’t going to take no for an answer until you stopped to listen to what I had to say.”
“And she helped you?” She was incredulous, completely shocked by the mere notion of Jackie helping him. Jackie was a hard nut to crack, especially when it came to her. In general she didn’t like men Acacia brought home, on principal, but to leave one…three…alone with her in the house meant a whole hell of a lot.
“Yes.”
Acacia wanted more answer than that, but felt a bit tongue–tied after accusing him of telling her surrogate grandmother the plans he had to take her last night.
Thoughts of last night ran through her head and her cheeks heated.
“Embarrassed by what happened last night?” he asked, but there was no heat behind his words, nor judgment of any kind. Just pure curiosity.
Acacia thought about it, did her best to do so rationally, before answering. “No. I don’t think so. We were all consenting adults, as a friend of mine pointed out last night. We’re all old enough to make a mature decision.”
“So we’re friends now? Not mere acquaintances? I’m moving up in the world.” He bounced his eyebrows and she let out a small laugh.
“Well at least some of us were capable of making a mature decision.” She pulled herself free from his arms and stepped around to grab her coffee. Mostly because she wanted something to occupy her hands and his arms felt a little bit too good to her. Getting use to them sounded like a very dangerous thing for her to do. “Where are they this morning? The guys, I mean.”
“In the guesthouse out back. They’ll be over for a bite to eat. Wanted a little bit of time with you myself before Overprotective One and Overprotective Two showed up. Jackie made sure everything was here so I could make you breakfast, and dazzle you with my culinary prowess.”
“What are you making?”
“Cereal?”
“Uhh…”
“I love seeing that look of “you are such a dumbass” on your face and then you try to hide it. Priceless.” He grabbed milk and a bag of something with a label she couldn’t read off the counter and went in search of a bowl. “Ahh, here we are.” He set it on the counter and then grabbed eggs. “I’m making eggs and pancakes. Figured I couldn’t go wrong with that.”
“I’m allergic to eggs.”
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