by Zoey Marcel
Melanie came to stand near him and placed a comforting hand over his on the railing. “I’ll remember you.”
He smiled a little before becoming grieved again. “The stars are numerous. Some are born and die without anyone’s knowledge. It’s so empty.”
“It doesn’t matter if the whole world never sees, or only one person sees that star with a telescope.” She looked at him deeply. “I saw you shine and light up my world and your family’s and your friends’. And when you die I’ll cry for you more than you can possibly imagine, but I’ll remember you with a smile. I’ll never forget the way you made me feel and neither will Diego.”
Greyson turned to face her and ran his hand over her hair. He was too choked up to speak at the moment, but he couldn’t stop touching that perfect woman—the one that wasn’t supposed to exist, yet somehow did.
Melanie continued, seeming moved by his touch. “I don’t know what’s after this. That’s why I live like there’s nothing after this but hope that there is something after death. You get the best of both worlds that way—a full life and to ease the sting of death a little.”
He brushed his hand over her cheek, pleased at the way her eyes closed as she nuzzled his hand. Running the fingers of his other hand through her silken hair, he drank in every part of her—her words and her beauty.
“You’re gonna hurt me, too, aren’t you?” he murmured.
Her eyes popped open and her brow furrowed. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Yes, you will. I can’t get you out of my head. We don’t even have a relationship and I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.” His fingers tangled in her hair and he tugged her head back. “If nothing matters in this life and it all ends the same, then what does it matter if I keep from getting hurt or dive all in like a lovestruck fool? Don’t you fucking hurt me. I have a choice.”
“You do have a choice,” she whispered sadly, “and you’re choosing to die slowly before your time. That breaks my heart even more than having you and losing you, because we’ll both be hurting in the end far worse than if we’d loved and lost.”
Did she feel something for him beyond pity? The caring mist in her soulful eyes said she did.
She took his hand and nuzzled the back of it with her cheek. “You’re looking at life wrong.”
“How the hell am I supposed to look at it?”
“There’s a saying.” She kissed his knuckles and then touched each of his fingertips gently to her smooth lips as if worshiping each digit she kissed. “It goes something like ‘if nothing we do in life matters, then all that matters is what we do.’”
A light came on and staring back into her eyes, he knew what he wanted. “Life is nothing and everything.”
She nodded, giving him a dulcet smile that gave him peace. He pressed a fervent kiss to her forehead that drew a breathy sigh from her lips. His hand abandoned the lock of hair he’d been fisting and both his hands journeyed down her smooth, fleshy arms. He peppered featherlight kisses on each eyelid, then her nose, and finally at the corners of her mouth.
“God, please,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Let me be the one to make you happy. If you give me a chance, I know I can heal you.”
Any thought of kissing her open-mouthed vanished. He’d bet she’d said that to Saul long ago in her quest to heal him from his past suffering and to Saul’s brother, Danny years later. Now she spoke the same sympathetic language to him. He was a project to her, a charity case. He wanted her to show him how to live, but he got the feeling that she would only end up hurting him when her true motives for being with him came to light.
He wanted her, and he wasn’t going to deny himself when she was offering herself to him. But there was no way in hell he wasn’t going into this with her without a helmet over his heart. When he looked into her pleading eyes, he changed his suit of defense from a mere helmet to a fucking Kevlar vest. If he wasn’t careful she could hurt him. She’d cut him far deeper than Saul ever had if he let her.
“I’ll train you as my submissive, but we play by my rules. You obey me or it’s over.”
Greyson hated the sudden tangible distance he felt between them. He normally didn’t lay out his terms in quite such an asshole fashion, but she pissed him off by giving him hope and then dashing it to hell with her pitying remark. God, he’d believed her profound speech for a second there. He’d really thought she loved him or maybe could grow to love him and then she had to open her damned mouth.
Melanie nodded, beaming and completely oblivious to the anger and hurt he hid so well. “Thank you.”
She hugged him tight and he hardened himself. He would train her and she would be another submissive to him, a slave if she was subservient enough. He would treat her well and take care of her, but he would never let her know for one second that he loved her. She would think she was healing him, and he would pretend he was immune to the cruel bite of her pity and the torturous knowledge that she would never love him like he needed her to.
Chapter Four
Mellie felt naked and refreshed with her just-shaved pussy. Greyson had told her to make sure she had no stubble on her mons. He’d also pretty much ordered her to sleep with his brothers and Diego tonight. That was a command she knew she’d have no trouble following.
Four of her five cowboys were there with her in a gaming room. She’d walked in nude while they were playing pool and the studs had quickly forgotten about the game. They had her on the billiard table and were fervent in their exploration of her body with their hands and mouths.
Jake had hopped up onto the pool table with her and started sucking on her left breast with sloppy, vigorous enthusiasm—the stark opposite of the reverent sipping Hunter gave her other nipple from where he stood near the table.
Emmett had his head between her legs as he tongued her furiously in that skilled way of his.
Diego stood alongside the table and massaged her feet. He had good hands that felt divine on her skin.
“If you guys keep making me come, I won’t be able to sleep tonight,” she teased.
Jake came up for air and grinned. “Good. Who needs sleep? You just need to be fucked all the time.”
She giggled. “Greyson might fire me if I never get any work done.”
Emmett smirked and pecked a kiss on her snatch. “I wouldn’t worry about that.”
Diego spoke from where he worked his magic on her feet. “You will simply have to find some clever way to make him change his mind about firing you. I do it all the time.”
“I wonder how,” Emmett muttered.
She saw Diego grab a pole and bop Emmett lightly on the head, making him grin.
Emmett sat up. “Now we’re going to exhaust you.”
“But you didn’t let me finish,” she protested.
“I want you on edge.”
“Me first.” Jake had apparently fastened a cock ring around his dick.
Emmett got down from the table. “Pink. What an interesting choice, Jake.”
“Hey, shut up, man. You guys took the manly colors. At least I’ve got the confidence to wear pink on my dick when necessity demands it.”
Emmett smirked. “Confidence. Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
Jake blushed and smiled sheepishly. “Shut up. Mellie, this is really more of a red color, don’t you think? You know, the angry color of man lust?”
She laughed. “You’re adorable.”
He started beaming when she pulled him close and kissed him on the forehead. “What do you think?”
“Well, the little vibrating bullets on it look hot pink to me.”
“Ha!” Emmett said smugly.
Jake frowned. “Damn it.”
“But the ring part of the toy is definitely red,” she finished.
“Hehehe.” Jake stuck his tongue out at his older brother. “Thank you, honey. This is gonna be great. You’ll see.”
He pushed the buttons on both vibrating bullets and positioned himself betwee
n her legs. His erection moved through her tight wetness, sinking ever deeper until the small vibes rested against her bare skin. The buzzing titillated her nerves, making her squirm when he moved each piece where they’d been designed to be placed. One part hummed its wicked chant on her clitoris and the other vibrated against her anus.
When Jake surged forward and she wrapped her leg around him, the vibrators had closer contact with her flesh. There was only one setting on this toy and it was intense. If he went long enough and the bullets somehow stayed in position, she could likely get off fairly quick.
His thrusts felt so good and while the vibe moved a bit, whenever it touched her clit intense pleasure hummed in her body.
“Oh, Mellie, my sweet Mellie.” Jake’s voice feathered over her skin, beaten and breathless.
He paused to adjust the toy so it hit her bundle of nerves better. Her pleading whimper made him grin.
“That’s better. Is it hitting your ass?”
“No, but I don’t mind.”
“I do,” Jake countered.
Emmett pulled on the toy so the gummy part stretched and he was able to wedge the horizontal bullet in her crack. “Clench your ass cheeks, gorgeous.”
She obeyed and wailed at the powerful buzzing that yapped a mile a minute and shocked the hell out of her shy anus. “Oh no, no, no!”
“Oh yes, yes, yes.” Jake flashed his pearly whites and began pumping into her again, moderate and deep.
Unable to withstand the sheer decadence, Mellie pounded the felt surface Jake had her pinned on. The palpitations on her asshole were mind-blowing and intense. The electric fucking lasted a while and the men had to fix the rebel bullets whenever they strayed. Their wandering delayed her climax, but her hell-bent cowboys changed everything.
When Emmett crammed the vibrating pinkness back into her crack and she felt it rattling against her rosette at the same moment Jake placed the vertical chunk back at her clit, she lost it. Paralyzing electricity sizzled through her, terrorizing her nerves as she clamped down on Jake’s cock.
“Oh god, not that!” The gratified distortion of his features said he welcomed the erotic brutality on his erection as she clenched on him.
He dug deep inside her with his head bowed in surrender to his orgasmic opponent. When he finished, it was with amusing haste that he fumbled for the buttons to shut the toy off.
“Emmett, shut it off!” he yelled.
Emmett laughed and got the anal one turned off after Jake silenced the clitoral vibe. “Is that better, pinky?”
Diego and Hunter chuckled.
Jake shook his head and smiled on his exhale. “You’re lucky I need a nap.”
“Good. You’re in my way,” Emmett said as he slipped on a light blue cock ring that seemed to be a cousin of the reddish-pink one Jake had worn. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to fuck our woman with my manly blue ring.”
Jake glowered at him as he got down. “You’re cruising, buddy.”
“How are you doing, beautiful?” Emmett asked her.
“I’m doing really well.”
“Good.”
She squealed when he yanked her by the ankles and maneuvered her so her legs dangled off the side of the table. He was tall enough that the furniture’s height wouldn’t be a problem for him.
“I want this ass screaming.”
Her eyes widened. He pushed into her soaked depths that still fluttered with sensitivity from her lovemaking with Jake. Emmett’s grunt sounded virile and dominant. His baby blue eyes seared into her as he held eye contact with her and turned the blue vibes on after he’d placed them where he wanted them.
Shocking pulses of energy rippled from the pastel bullets and her body absorbed them. She whimpered when Emmett stood there and moved her legs up higher so her feet rested flat against his bare chest. Her mouth fell open at the electric intensity of the vibrating minion chattering against her asshole. She couldn’t believe how many nerve endings she felt sparking to life. Absently she wondered which was more sensitive, her anus or her clit.
Emmett didn’t seem to believe in being gentle. He hammered into her, bringing her internal sweet spot screaming to life. It wasn’t enough that she had vibrators pleasuring her clitoris and thrilling her back door. Now her cunt, too, was being drawn into the electrical storm.
He didn’t let up until both bullets shot red-hot streaks of ecstasy through her. The pressure in her channel when she climaxed, bore down on his erection, pleasuring him and threatening to set off the bomb in her pussy.
His roar resonated in the room and her pitiful mewls and soft, strangled cries resulted in happy groans from the three voyeurs behind them. Still Emmett battered into her even after her clitoris had retired from its orgasm. Her cunt rippled with aftershock and she could almost see the gland inside her swelling with carnal fire as he pounded it out of hiding.
Through it all she felt close to him when she saw her feet on his chest. There was something sweet and cuddly about it.
All squishy teddy bear thoughts of snuggling went out the window when he sent her over. Her vaginal climax made her cry out repeatedly and stole the air from her lungs. Finally he came and spilled his release into her.
When Emmett pulled out, Hunter stepped forward, wearing a purple ring strapped to the root of his stiff penis.
Mellie succumbed to a breathy snicker when she saw it. “I have to be conscious for Greyson tomorrow.”
Hunter grinned and brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “You want the missionary position?”
“Fitting for a priest,” Emmett teased.
Hunter smirked and climbed up onto the table when she nodded and scooted back onto it to get comfortable. He slid into her easily, but her sopping tissues fired with sensitivity.
“I’m proud of you,” he said through a lusty groan.
She sucked in a sudden breath as he filled her to the brim. “Why?”
“For being the wonderful person you are and for all you do around here.”
That made her feel good. She wrapped her legs around him after he turned the toy on. “Thank you. You’re the sweetest.”
“Hey,” Jake teased.
“You know it’s true,” Emmett cut in.
Hunter moved at a slow tempo inside her. If she wasn’t so turned on to the point of insanity, she’d be embarrassed by all the sloshing sounds of her drenched pussy being worked overtime by all those stiff cocks. Hushed noises of air came through as well. She’d never been fucked so hard one man after another before. Her cunt felt like an oven as they pushed her endurance and enjoyed each other’s bodies.
Sweet, gentle Hunter throttled in her channel and was most thorough about keeping the bullets in line. She came twice with him, sobbing with immense pleasure. Her pussy was jittery with spasms that lingered even after he had found his release inside her. He loitered a moment and held her close before pulling out.
The wet sounds of air and liquid desire spilling out made her cheeks burn. What a messy woman she was.
Diego came over to the table with his erection decked out in a cock ring that was similar to the others, yet clearly a brother from another mother. This one was a green shade that aliens and shamrocks knew well.
Mellie closed her thighs, hoping to silence her slit. Diego opened her legs up and pulled her back into the same on edge position Emmett had put her in.
“You might find your current state embarrassing, my love, but I can assure you we find it very arousing.”
She gave him a thankful smile and tried to be sly about closing her thighs.
“Sometimes sex is nasty and dirty. Open your legs to me.”
Feverish excitement burned through her at the casual way he rested his hands on her knees, letting her know he had the power to open her thighs himself, yet possessed enough confidence to know that he wouldn’t have to. She spread her legs for him, aroused by her own humiliation when her cunt oozed without shame.
Desire sparkled hot and fierce in Diego’s eye
s when he saw her naked pussy revealed to him. He stuffed his penis into her and then turned the vibes on. It was both a blessing and a curse that he was more focused on keeping the runaway bullets in line than even the others had been.
He kept her feet flush against his chest and slammed into her, throwing his head back and breathing harsh and fast. The natural friction became her enemy or perhaps her ally depending on one’s viewpoint. The sharp tingles and unruly buzzing that attacked every nerve ending she had where the vibrators kissed her became too much. They’d been an overbearing delight before, but now they met her with a vengeance.
Diego’s gyrating hips manipulated her into feeling the sensations he wanted her to. He battered into her, eyes glazed and brimming with heat. Her G-spot detonated and she screamed at the vicious sparks that hummed against her anus, driving the vibrations deep into her tissues.
Her clit throbbed and burned with the tingly kiss of the bullet.
Devastating energy made her organs come to life inside her when her internal orgasm hit. Wildfire engulfed her and she whimpered at the uncontrollable tremors that exhausted her tired muscles further. A white haze seemed to frame the outer edges of her vision as she held his dominant gaze while coming. Her eyes watered, but it felt more like a result of the potency of the euphoria rather than weeping. She felt like she was floating out of her body in a reality that existed only in his dark, sinful gaze and the wanton sensations that littered her body as he made her come for him.
A strained outcry sprinted from Diego and his brutal slam into her shocked the tears from her and made her scream in rapture. He gripped her thighs with no regard for her comfort as he packed his cock in hard and fast while he ejaculated. His roughness made her giddy and sent a hot spray of sparks dancing in her cunt. He emptied his balls into her and threw his head back with his eyes closed. His sharp intakes of air and the contortion of his impassioned features looked like he was in pain.
She couldn’t stop writhing against the table and his groin. The throb of his dick and flow of his semen sent shots of awareness through her shivering body like shrapnel.
