Alone time with my honey bee.
“I heard,” she starts and then swallows, looking away from me.
“You heard us talking about how this shouldn’t be happening,” I finish for her. Those beautiful eyes meet mine as a deep crease sets in her forehead and her brows pinch with sadness. “But we both fucking want you.” My words relax her instantly. “You know that. And nothing’s going to change that.”
“I thought-”
“Stop thinking about it. Are you ours, or not?” I ask her.
She stares at me, those heated breaths coming in short pants before she finally nods at me.
I can’t wait to have her to myself and fuck her into a coma. It takes four ground-devouring steps to cross the room until I’m standing over her, finding it impossible not to touch her. And she doesn’t have to utter a word through those soft pouty lips.
She wants comfort right now. That I can give her, and then some. It’s more than lust, but if that’s what it takes to get her mind off her worries, then it’s enough for me.
I hold out a hand to her, gazing down into her piercing light brown eyes. Strands of her dark brown locks move each time she blinks up at me with those thick black eyelashes.
Helping her to her feet only makes my dick that much harder as my eyes trail down her body. The cute little pajama shorts show off her long, shapely legs. And that deep V-neck tank top gives me a perfect view of just enough of her cleavage to leave me wanting more one-on-one time with her gorgeous, perky breasts.
A hint of a glow washes over her face—levity, or something just as lighthearted. It causes a slight smile to lift her lips. She trails her eyes down to my growing bulge.
“Show me,” she says.
With a playful chuckle, I run my hands down her arms and let them come to rest on her hips and tell her, “Has anyone ever told you to be careful what you wish for?”
Bianca pauses before she takes a step close to me, her body barely brushing against mine. Looking up into my eyes, Bianca skims her tiny hands up my chest, causing explosive need to overpower my mind. “I’m not as fragile as I look, Damon. I’d like to believe I can take whatever you want to give me.” It sounds like a challenge, but I don’t have an answer for this mouthy little thing. I’m not one to boast. She’ll just have to learn for herself when I’m taking her hard.
“You’re really good,” she says softly.
“I am.”
She laughs at my response, shaking her head and looking down before meeting my gaze again with that beautiful smile. “No, I mean at knowing what to respond to and what to leave alone.”
“I don’t plan on leaving you alone,” I tease, cupping her lush ass cheeks and pressing her tight against my throbbing cock. I’m done holding back. If she wants to get fucked by me or both Maddox and me, I’ll give her what she wants. We can scratch each other’s itch for a time, but I know this is more than that, we’ll be more. We probably already are. Nothing about the three of us feels like a job anymore or just sex.
Even knowing that it’s going to be a fight when her uncle finds out, I want her still. I’m ready to fight for her.
Every throbbing inch of my dick wants nothing more than to be back inside Bianca’s hot, tight cunt. Even though I just had her, it still feels like it’s been years since I got lost in her touch. We’ve had her every day this past week, but not with both of us buried deep inside her at the same time. Maybe that’s why. “And I’m not just good. I’m ready. Get into bed.”
“Just us—” Bianca starts to ask, but I cut her off, taking another nice hard squeeze of her ass.
“This is about you and me right now.” I feel a pang of guilt wash over me. Normally Maddox wouldn’t give a fuck, but when it comes to her, things are different. He’ll have his time with her later though. I’ll make sure to give him that.
Bianca bites down on her bottom lip and her eyes light up at my comment. She reaches her hand back, covering my hand that’s on her ass. Then she pops up on her tiptoes to brush a kiss against my lips, wrapping her other hand around my neck. The honey scent of her freshly shampooed hair hits me and fills my lungs.
It goes right to my aching balls. And to my dick, which is so fucking hard that it’s damn near unbearable. I have to deny the urge to shove those tiny shorts down push her panties to the side and take her right here.
Moonlight streams in through the open horizontal blinds over the window. There’s just enough light to see shadows from the furniture. Satisfied with her soft touch and gorgeous blush, I take in the shadowy outline of every sexy inch and contour of Bianca’s undeniably hot body as she steps in front of me, the backs of her knees against the bed.
Nodding slightly, I tip my nose against hers and plant a soft kiss on those lips, hands buried in her soft, sweet-smelling tresses.
She stares up at me with those lust-filled eyes as I wrap some of her hair around my hand, tug down to tilt her face up to me, and kiss her hard. She moans into my mouth, parting her lips as my tongue presses against the seam. I trace my tongue along her teeth and then further into her hot mouth, tasting and exploring, one hand still in her hair while the other runs down her side until my fingertips reach the hem of her shorts. The fabric is down past her thighs in no time, and before long, I’m dragging her thong panties down her legs.
Bianca moans my name into my mouth, and the vibration goes all the way to my balls. It must do something to her too, because she slides one leg up the side of my calf without breaking from our kiss. Fuck. If only she knew how hard my dick gets from just that raspy sound of her voice.
I pull away from the kiss and straighten to my full height, giving her a little push. She doesn’t hesitate or tense up as she falls into bed, the mattress squeaking slightly. Dragging off her top and bra, she pulls her shorts and panties the rest of the way down her legs, and spreads wide for me without a hint of shame.
A groan escapes my throat as I gaze down at her glistening pussy. I can’t take my eyes away. Her pink, slick center peeks out from her light brown bush, begging to be touched, tasted, and fucked hard.
And I’m just the guy for the job.
Shoving my pants down, I get out of my clothes in mere seconds. Finally free, my cock is hard as granite, throbbing, with the tip covered in precum and pointing right at my target.
Bianca flashes me a sexy smile as she traces a hand down to one breast. The other keeps going until her middle finger is resting on her clit. She moans, writhing her hips as she gives me a show, luring me in. Not that I need convincing. My heart races, and my breath comes in heavy pants watching her.
I crawl into bed and it squeaks as I crawl to her. Parting her legs at the knees to spread her out even wider, I get right where I need to be. My hands run slowly up her body, covering her breasts, tracing her collarbone, then back down her torso along her midline. She closes her eyes and shivers, a trail of goosebumps left in the path behind my fingers. I lean forward and kiss each breast, flicking each nipple with my tongue as one hand finds her neck and steadies her. Her soft moans are fueling me for more. I’m not usually the one to get our women worked up. I like to watch while Maddox starts the show. But right now, I fucking love it. I love how she responds to me. To my touch.
She’s ready.
I’m way past ready.
Gripping her hips, I lift her ass off the bed and press the tip of my cock at her heat. Skin already flushed all over, Bianca holds onto my forearms, eyes half-lidded and filled with need. With one tilt of her hips, I’m inches inside her, feeling her wet heat, her tightness sucking me in deeper.
My fingers grip onto her hips harder; I can’t hold back. I slide my hands back to her ass and pull her the rest of the way with one sharp, rough shove. My eyes roll back in my head at the feel of her tight walls clenched around my shaft. I’m balls deep in her cunt, not wanting to move but driven to pull out and sink inside of her one more time.
And another.
And again.
Fuck, yes. I groan with m
y head tilted back.
Until I’m pistoning in and out of her, my blunt nails digging into her skin.
“Fuck!” she screams out her pleasure as she claws at the bedding. “Damon!”
My name. Scream my name, honey bee.
I lean forward, kissing her neck and whispering against the shell of her ear. “Give me that sweet honey,” I barely get the words out as I keep up my ruthless thrusts. At my command, her hot pussy fucking strangles my cock, her body trembling under me as she cums.
I’m speeding up by the second, sure that any minute now, I’ll fucking lose it.
Bianca moves her hands from my forearms, keeping them busy by kneading and tweaking her nipples until she utters that familiar whimper she always makes before she cums again. That sound gives my dick the signal that I don’t have to hold back anymore. Bianca’s legs begin to shake, and fuck, her cunt spasms and tightens until she cries out through her orgasm, welcoming me to empty inside of her.
Her core is pulsing so strongly that she’s practically milking me, sucking my release out of me. I’m following right behind her, almost blinded as the pressure behind my balls builds to the point where the only thing I can do for relief is cum hard. My body stiffens, my hips seize and a second later, I press her tight against my groin and cum deep inside of her.
I’m breathing heavy and so is she when I finally come back from that sweet high.
This is what she does to me. My honey bee.
We’re both slick with sweat from round one, but all that first go does is make me want her more. My dick refuses to relax. It’s as hard as it was before I took her.
I have to have her again.
Flipping her weakened body onto her stomach, I raise her ass high to get her on her hands and knees, easily supporting her weight with just my hands at her hips. She whimpers out a plea for me to enter her again just as I line my dick up. In her haste, she stretches a hand back between us, wrapping her fingers around my dick to take what she wants. Greedy girl. A second later, Bianca slides my cockhead up and down her dripping wet folds, pushes her body backward, welcoming me deep inside.
Except it appears that a one-on-one round two isn’t meant to be tonight.
Maddox is standing in the doorway.
I see a flash of a scowl; I know it’s there as I sink deeper inside of Bianca.
He hides it though, walking over to us and undressing as if she’s any of the other women we’ve had. But I know she’s not, just as much as he does. And I saw the look in his eyes.
If looks could kill, I’d be dead.
Chapter 17
Bianca
I let out a gentle yawn as a dull ache pulses between my legs. Damon and Maddox used my body in ways I didn’t think possible, stretching me to my absolute limits, ravaging me like primal cavemen.
I’m getting used to this. I’m getting spoiled.
It’s morning, and despite my sore body, I feel amazing. The only thing missing is breakfast in bed.
A dreamy smile of contentment plays across my lips as I take in the sunlight streaming in from the window and reflecting off the hardwood floors. I love this cabin. It’s so quaint, cozy and peaceful here, a far cry from the life of danger that awaits me back home. If I had a choice, I would stay here forever.
Another yawn threatens to spill from my lips, but I stifle it.
I slept good last night. I feel so warm and comforted sandwiched between Damon and Maddox that it’s a wonder I wake up at all in the mornings. This is how we’ve slept every night since day two of being here. I’ve never slept better in my entire life. And it’s definitely not due to this old ass mattress.
I love the way they both complement each other. Damon is gentle where Maddox is rough. Alone, their touch makes me hot. Together, it drives me insane. There’s no way I could have one without the other. There’s no way I would want anything else. I need them both.
They’ve ruined me.
I look over to my right and see Damon staring at me. He’s sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, his arms placed comfortably behind his head. God he looks so sexy, his dark hair ruffled and sexy, dark stubble shading his jaw. Smiling at him, I run a finger down his chest in a playful manner, hoping to tickle him. It works. Chuckling, he pulls his hands from behind his head and makes a grab for me. I giggle and evade by rolling over on the empty side of the bed. Maddox is in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. The sound of running water reminds me of my morning breath. I’ve been hiding it since I woke up a few minutes ago. I should not have messed with Damon before brushing my teeth.
“Oh no you don’t,” Damon growls, reaching over and grabbing me by the waist before I can slip out of the bed. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Let go of me,” I laugh uncontrollably, tickled by his fingers in my side.
“No,” Damon refuses firmly, pulling me against his hard body. My thighs brush up against his and my knee hits something big and hard. Morning wood.
I try to pull out of Damon’s grasp, but he’s too strong. He pulls me into a deep kiss. Lips only. I want to melt into him and get lost in the moment. But I know my breath is kicking. I don’t part my lips and let his tongue inside when it demands entry. Instead, I pinch his side just hard enough for him to loosen his grip on me.
“Ow!” he protests in surprise, letting me go for a second. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” I scoot away from him as he adds, “I try to give you a kiss, and you pinch me?”
“I’m sorry!” I lie, grabbing the cover and ducking beneath it so he won’t be able to get at me so easy this time. There’s no way I’m going to let his tongue into my mouth until I can brush my teeth. “Couldn’t resist.” A smile creeps onto my lips as I joke with him.
“Oh yeah? How about resisting this?”
I brace myself, holding onto the covers with all my might. But it doesn’t help.
With a powerful grunt, Damon rips the covers out of my hands, throws it off the bed, and crawls on top of me, pinning me down and holding my hands above my head so that they touch the headboard. “Caught you, my little honey bee,” he growls, looking down into my eyes with hunger. Below, I can feel his hard cock pressing up against my stomach with a dab of precum. “And you’re not getting away this time.”
My body is on fire as I stare back up at him. “Oh yeah? What if I sting you?” I ask breathlessly, hoping my breath isn’t as bad as I think.
Damon leans in, and I know he’s going to kiss me. This time, I won’t get away. “Sting me all you want; I’m still getting some of your sweet honey.” His lips get close to mine when a sound at the door draws both our gazes.
Maddox’s eyes flash as he sees us on the bed together. We both freeze. For a moment, I think he’ll join in. I want him, too.
Instead, he turns and walks out without saying a word. I watch the empty spot where he was standing for a second and then my eyes meet Damon’s with a question.
Slowly, Damon pulls himself off of me and sits up in the bed, the mirth fleeing from his face. I sit up as well, crossing my arms across my chest, feeling hurt and disappointment. I try not to show it, but I can’t help it. I don’t know why Maddox does this shit. It’s like he’s hot one minute, and cold the next. He was the same way after our first kiss. I wish I could read him better. “You’re upset,” Damon remarks, his eyes searching my face.
Slowly, I nod my head. “Yeah,” I admit. “I wish he wouldn’t leave like that. Like he’s angry with me. I don’t know why he does that.”
"I don't know either," Damon says. "He does this... sometimes." He looks toward the door with a grim look on his face. "He's real good at pushing people away." I listen to Damon, but it all it does is make me feel like shit.
“I don’t want him to push me away… I don’t know what I did.”
“Not a damn thing.” Damon swallows thickly and runs a hand through his hair. “He pushes me away all the time,” he says and gives me a cocked smile and huffs a small laugh. “You know when we went into boo
t camp together, he went his own way for a while?”
I shake my head, surprised by that. I’ve never really thought of them as anything other than a pair.
He nods his head. “Yeah, you know in high school, I kinda needed him. I’m not ashamed to admit it, and he needed me, too. For different reasons.” He shakes his head and looks like he’s going to stop, but I grab onto his arm and stare into his eyes.
“Please tell me,” I say and the words are an obvious plea. I want to know more about them. I’m dying to learn about their pasts.
“I uh,” he starts looking somewhat embarrassed before his expression hardens. “I was living on the streets for a while.” He licks his lips and continues while he picks at the threads on a pillow. “I had Grace, but the stroke took a lot out of her and when she was hospitalized, she lost her job and income. There wasn’t any food at the house and even though she tried to give me everything, it just wasn’t enough. I started lying to her, telling her I had food and a place to stay, but the foster parents...” he stops and lets out a heavy breath. “Well, I never found one who wanted me, you know?”
I can’t respond, I’m so shaken up and mortified by what he went through. My heart hurts for him, a literal pain I wish could ease his burden. I wish I could go back and help him. I never knew.
He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he continues, “The last one was the worst. The guy they put me with was a bitter old man with an iron fist.” Damon picks at the threads again and adds, “He’d smile when he hit me hard enough to knock me to the floor.”
I reach out to him, gripping one hand in both of mine and leaning against him.
“Honey bee, don’t,” he whispers as he kisses my hair. “The point is, we needed each other. But in the Army, we didn’t.” He nestles me into his side as I listen to his story and the steady beat of his heart. “I had everything I needed really, and boot camp was a bitch. For the first time in my life I really felt safe and like I had a future.”
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