by Fawkes, Sara
nipples into my mouth.
“Fuck.” I cursed through the pleasure/ pain when she wrapped her hand around my shaft, rubbed
up and down.
“I can’t go slow, Dorian.” Adele stared down at me with wide eyes. “Not this time. I need to just...
to just do it. Is that okay?”
Was that okay?
She was the woman of my dreams.
“I told you. Whatever you need. Always.” By now I was pulling against the restraints without
meaning to, my body surging to get closer to hers. I nodded towards where my jeans were heaped in a
graceless pile. “Condom in the back pocket.”
She nodded, flushed, and retrieved the foil packet. Once she’d ripped it open and again straddled
my hips, I watched her look at my bound hands, then my jutting cock, and her blush darkened.
“You’re going to have to do it for me, love.” I had trouble forming the words, not when I was so
close to being inside of her. “Pinch the tip, then roll it down my cock.”
A small shudder passed over her. Sucking her lower lip into her mouth as she concentrated, Adele
did as I told her.
My eyes rolled back in my head when she smoothed the sheath of latex down my shaft.
The woman had wicked fingers.
“I might not be very good at this.” Adele whispered as she moved forward. With my cock still
clasped in her hand, she rubbed the head of my erection against the silky lace of her thong, purring
with pleasure at the contact.
I could barely form any words. I was a whisper away from heaven.
“Baby, you are plenty good at this.” It took everything I had not to buck my hips upwards, to force
our joining. Mostly, when I had vanilla sex with a woman, it was a means to take the edge off, without
the wicked edge of pleasure that props and role playing could bring.
But thought this was still a fairly sweet scene in terms of my experience, I’d never been more
aroused in my life.
Bending my knees, I placed my feet flat on the floor, giving her something to lean back again.
My muscles tightened with tension, with need, but still I remained still.
With the hand not holding my shaft, Adele hooked a finger in her thong and pulled it to the side.
Pressing the head of my erection against her wet heat, she slowly took me inside of her.
“Fuck. Fucking fuck fuck.” The words exploded from my mouth as she sank down until my balls
pressed against the sweet curves of her ass. She jolted, surprised at my outburst, and I forced my lips
into a delirious smile.
“You just feel so fucking good. So wet, so hot. So fucking tight.” Without even meaning to, my
pelvis pressed upwards, the ridge of my cock rubbing against her clit, and she cried out, the sound one
of the sweetest things I’d ever heard.
“If I could, I’d rub my thumb over your clit and make you come right now,” I forced out from
between gritted teeth. “But you’re going to have to do it yourself. To bring yourself pleasure, since
you’ve taken away my ability to do it for you. And I’m going to love watching.”
Her blush spread lower, and I watched with fascination as the pink travelled to her breasts.
She was silent, but her eyes were on me as she rocked back and forth on my cock a few times, then
slowly, hesitantly lowered her hand between her legs.
“That’s it, baby.” I growled. She whimpered as she moved against me, as her finger moved faster,
then faster still, over that hard bundle of nerves.
Her pussy gave my cock long, liquid strokes that had me racing toward my own climax. I tensed
every muscle that I had until it hurt, determined to hold off my own release until she’d had hers.
If this was vanilla sex, then I’d found my new favorite flavor.
“Oh. Dorian.” Having me bound seemed to relax her, and soon the hand not playing between her
legs fisted in the wild waves of her hair. Her back bowed, and I was riveted by the sight of her breasts,
the rosy tips tightly contracted and peeking from the red satin of her bra, the heavy fullness spilling
over the top and jiggling in a way that made lightning bolts of sensation shoot up my cock.
“That’s it,” I muttered, my mouth watering with the need to taste her. “Come all over my cock.
Wreck yourself. It’s all for you.”
“I’m going to... oh God!” The words echoed through the small space as her fingers stilled, her hips
pressed into mine, and she ground herself down against me, her body tightening as the climax washed
over her.
She panted through one wave, then two. Only once her hands came down to grip my hips, when I
saw the determined look in her eye that told me she intended to take me with her, did I finally allow
myself to move, to slam my hips up against her, to let the wild climax that had been building at the
base of my spine finally explode.
I came harder than I ever had before, shooting my heat into this fucking perfect girl, and for the
first time in my life the stars aligned and everything seemed absolutely fucking perfect.
As the shudders wracking both of us began to finally subside, as she fumbled to release my hands,
then laid down on top of me, my cock still inside of her, I knew one thing with complete clarity.
If I had to share Adele in order to have her, then sharing was exactly what I would do.
Chapter Ten
ADELE
I was completely unraveled. I felt as though I’d died, my soul torn to shreds, the tattered pieces re-knit
in a new way as I’d come back to life.
A better way. A way that left me more whole, even though the seams joining the pieces—the scars
—would never go away.
My breasts pressed into Dorian’s chest as I lay down on top of him, the nipples still sensitive and
tight. My ear rested above his heart, and I could hear his pulse slowing down from the frenetic rhythm
that had driven us both.
Being here, with Dorian and his kinky ways, felt so incredibly right, every bit as right as being
with Mal the night before had been.
I refused to feel guilty. They both knew the score.
Even if I didn’t.
A happy sigh escaped my lips as Dorian sat up, settling me across his lap. His fingers danced down
my spine, then began to trace over my tattoos. As I had with Mal, I stiffened a bit, readying myself to
explain why I’d chosen to ink myself the way I had.
“”Ravens,” he said thoughtfully. I turned my head a bit, craning my neck to see his own tattoos,
the dark tribal swirls on his arms, wondering what they meant.
“Sign of tomorrow, right?” Bending, he pressed a kiss to the biggest bird in the flock, the first one
I’d had inked, and the most painful, located as it was directly over my spine.
I shivered. Dorian was so open, I wanted to tell him all about what had happened to me, about why
I’d needed the visual reminder that tomorrow was always a new day.
I couldn’t. I didn’t want to see that look in his eyes. My intellect knew that he wasn’t like the rest,
that he wasn’t going to suddenly see me as a freak, but the need to hide my pain was deeply ingrained
in me by that point.
“I can’t talk about it yet,” I said softly, knowing he would understand what I was talking about.
His hand stroked over my back again, all the way down the crease that divided my buttocks. I
shivered, my angst melting into pure pleasure as he slid a finger lightly through th
at dark space.
“My sister is a whore.”
What?
I tensed instantly, the word he’d chosen strike a chord deep within me. Anger filled me as I rolled
off his lap and knelt in front of him.
He nodded, acknowledging my expression as if I’d given him a piece to the puzzle that was me,
then continued.
“No, Adele. She is literally a whore.” The darkness in his eyes told me that he wasn’t joking. “She
got into drugs when we were still in high school. Crack. Meth. Got into hooking to fund her habit. Last
time I saw her, she told me to go fuck myself. She has no interest in changing her lifestyle, no matter
how much she’s hurting the people who care about her.”
My lips parted to say something, then closed again.
What was I supposed to say?
“Why are you telling me this?” I finally asked. I wanted to reach out and take his hand, but I didn’t
know how.
As if he’d read my mind, he took mine, lifting my hand to press a kiss into the cup of my palm.
“When I was a kid I did some drugs myself. Pot, shrooms, nothing too serious. But where I
decided to stop, those drugs acted like a gateway for Kylie.” His voice was contemplative and light,
but I heard the note of pain deep within. “So in a way, it’s my fault that she is who she is today.”
“But ultimately she is her own person and made the choices that led her where she is today, that
hurt so many other people along the way. I could choose to wallow in my part in it all, but I’ve tried to
move on with my life. Even though I do find I have a need for control that I didn’t have before.”
Smirking, he ran his fingers over my lips.
I swallowed thickly, overwhelmed.
“We all have baggage,” he continued, reaching for my discarded shirt and helping me smooth it
over my head. “We all have shit in our pasts. But if we want to survive, we have to be like those
ravens, always looking towards tomorrow.”
I was speechless as he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss that still managed to be full of
wicked promise to my lips.
I was on the verge of baring my soul to him, of turning myself inside out just to rid myself of
some of the darkness inside of me.
Almost. Almost, but not quite.
“And we have no more time for pillow talk.” He watched, not bothering to disguise his interest as I
straightened my embarrassingly damp thong, pulled my tights back up.
They would go in the garbage once I got home—they were ruined—but it was too cold outside to
wear my shorts with bare legs. The rip wouldn’t show, even if I would know that it was there.
Dorian playfully copped a feel of my ass as he opened the back doors to the van, and I giggled,
surprising myself—I wasn’t a giggling kind of girl. I blinked as the metal screeched open, disoriented
by the fact that it had been light when we’d entered our little love cave, and now the sun had sunk
beyond the horizon.
The air smelled of autumn, of crisp apples and wood smoke.
It was perfect.
A loud purring sound drew my gaze downward. There, on top of Dorian’s bright green Converse
shoe, was an orange tabby cat.
“What the fuck?” Dorian raked a hand through the golden spikes of his hair, then flapped his arms,
trying to get the cat to shoo. “Damn puss was hanging around me earlier. Kept wanting to snuggle.”
I watched as the cat moved over the sneaker, the purring increasing in volume.
“Uh... I don’t think she’s snuggling.” I couldn’t hold back my giggle as the cat’s movements
became more frenzied. She... or I supposed it could have been a he... let loose with one final yowl,
then hopped off the sneaker and sat down primly, running her paws over her whiskers.
I burst out laughing when I saw Dorian’s face. He looked horrified.
I hopped from the van, slid my feet into my boots, then gingerly picked up the Converse and
handed it to Dorian. It looked unmaimed, and the cat blinked at us, apparently unperturbed that we
were making off with the object of her affection.
“She seems quite pleased with herself.” My lips twitched as I tried to hold back the full extent of
my amusement. Shaking his head, Dorian cast that wicked grin of his my way, slid the shoe on his foot
with only a small grimace, then hopped down from the van to stand beside me.
Drawing me into his arms, he pressed a kiss to the centre of my forehead, then chucked me under
the chin.
“So do you, love. So do you.”
MAL
I was seated on a couch at the front of the coffee shop with a scalding mug of coffee in my hands
when Adele entered through the back door. Dorian was with her, his arm wrapped possessively around
her shoulders, his fingers threaded through her hair.
The flush on her cheeks was one that I remembered only too well, and it told me exactly what the
two of them had been up to.
She looked around the room, obviously searching for someone, and my heart jolted in my chest
when she landed on me. After a single hint of uncertainty showed on her face, she lifted her chin and
gave me a warm smile, smiled up at Dorian, then broke away, heading for me.
Dorian sent me a pointed look, and I got the message loud and clear.
It’s only a big deal if one of us makes it that way. And truthfully, the spark of jealousy was
smothered when the girl of my dreams sat down next to me, her thigh pressed against my own, telling
me that I wasn’t out of the running.
If she’d chosen Dorian over me, I would have had to go punch a wall... and I wasn’t the kind of
guy who was prone to violence. But suddenly, the idea of her being with both of us no longer seemed
so strange.
“Hi,” she said, squeezing my thigh with her hand. The slight touch sent blood rushing to my cock,
and I took a couple of deep breaths to avoid embarrassing myself in public.
“Hi, yourself.” I wondered if I could get away with leaning over and kissing her when the side of
her thigh started vibrating.
Adele swore, reaching into the pocket of her snug shorts and retrieving a phone.
“Damn it, I still have Dorian’s cell.” She stared down at it like it was going to come to life, and
moving on impulse, I took it from her hand and opened it, moving through the screens of apps until I
found the camera.
“Smile.” I held up the phone, framing Adele in the screen, watching as she stiffened, her eyes
wide.
“Mal.” She bit my name out, her voice harsh. “No.”
“Are you okay?” I didn’t drop the phone, startled by her reaction, though I did lower it. The idea of
having her picture taken was clearly freaking her out, but I had no idea why.
“Mal.” She said my name again, and this time it sounded like she was reminding herself of who
was holding that device.
She looked at me through that camera, and I watched as she moved from fear to anxiety to
determination, shoving each out of the way.
“Do it.” She said finally, and I heard the way her teeth ground together. “Take the picture.”
Clearly there was something deeper at work here than just catching a simple snapshot. I raised it
back up slowly then, going on instinct, I lowered the camera again, just for a moment.
“Let’s give you something to smile about first.” Leaning over, I pressed a kiss to her lips, a soft
one that quickly became more, the need vibrating in the air, a tangible thing.
She moaned softly when I pulled away. Quickly I held the camera back up, then urged her to smile.
I caught her with the look of a wicked seductress on her face, a sensual smile on her lips. In that
picture she looked the way I saw her—a goddess made to be worshipped—though I knew that that
wasn’t the way that she saw herself.
“Let’s give that fucker something to pine after.” Grinning at her to cover the sudden rapid
pounding of my heart, I quickly set the image to show up as the background on Dorian’s screen.
“Hmm.” Adele smiled at me mischievously, seeming more relaxed now, then took the phone from
my hand. I watched as she scrolled through the contacts, then pulled up my information.
She typed a message that I couldn’t see, attached the image, then hit send. A moment later my own
phone buzzed in my pocket. Raising an eyebrow in her direction, I tugged it from my pocket and
flicked my finger over the screen.
There was the picture of Adele, reminding me of some painting I’d seen once of a redheaded
goddess rising from a seashell. And underneath it was her message.
I’m glad you’re here.
Unbidden, my heart flip-flopped in my chest. Never mind that it had only been a few days, I knew
now what I hadn’t been able to admit when we were younger.
And before I could tell her that, I had some things that I had to say.
“I need to apologize to you.” I turned to face Adele head on, and she tilted her head to the side
quizzically, a question in her eyes.
“When we were together the first time, I was into you. So into you. I don’t want you to ever doubt
that again.” I shook my head when she opened her mouth; I had to get this out or I might never say it.
“I let the opinions of a few assholes influence me, make me question what we had between us. I
was young and stupid. And that’s a reason, but not an excuse. And I’m sorry.” I waited, studying every
nuance of her beautiful face as she appeared to ponder that.
I thought she would have a lot of questions for me; instead she asked only one.
“What’s changed?”
I couldn’t stop myself from leaning over, from cupping her face in my hands. This I had an answer
