by S. M. Soto
My heart lurches. My gaze swings back to Baz. “I said stop.”
“This isn’t for me. It’s for you.”
I go silent, confusion warping my train of thought. He can’t mean…?
My eyes widen. As if sensing my sudden panic, Baz slides his hand around the back of my neck, drawing my body against his. “You’re breathing so fast, Dirty Girl. How turned on are you? At the thought of Sheri touching you?” He presses his warm lips to my neck, and I moan helplessly. My skin feels hot and clammy. The perspiration is clinging to my skin, and desire is tugging low in my gut, accelerating my breathing. My nails dig into the flesh of his arms, and he grunts.
“I’m…I’m not…” I shake my head, trying to lie to him, but he’s right. She’s gorgeous, and there’s a small part of me, an inkling that’s curious.
“You can leave if you’re uncomfortable.” He says it quietly, so I’m the only one who can hear it.
This is my out. My one chance.
I work a swallow and nod mostly to myself. With trembling hands, I reach for the zipper on my dress and slowly pull it down. I slip out of the form-fitting material, and when it pools at my feet, leaving me bare in the lingerie Baz bought me, my heart kicks up several notches. My chest rattles with adrenaline as I lie back on the bed, my gaze on Baz, as he settles back in the chair, watching me. He’s not even staring at her nude body. He’s just looking at me. Like I’m the only woman in the room. That has warmth spilling into my chest and makes me unreasonably happy.
I have the inane need to cover the scar on my stomach, and almost as if he can sense that’s where my thoughts are headed, Baz glances down, taking me in. My breath catches, emotion clogging my throat, as I wait for the disgust to come. It’s not a pretty scar. The skin is pink and puckered, the scar spanning a decent section of my stomach. My lungs restrict air as I work to hold back the sudden wave of tears I feel coming.
Peeking up at Baz through the curtain of my hair, I expect to find him sitting there, on that chair that looks more like a throne, with a look of repulsion on his face, but instead, it’s quite the opposite. His face doesn’t give anything away, but his eyes…they’re filled with fire. Roaring flames that are licking at my flesh, flaying and charring my skin.
That isn’t the look of a man who is disgusted. No, that’s a man who is angry and turned on, all at once.
“Nervous?” I jolt at the nearness of her voice, as she crawls next to me on the bed. Her voice is soft yet entirely seductive. When our gazes lock, her eyes are filled with understanding, and it’s like she knows this isn’t about her. This is about Baz and me. I tip my chin up and down in a jerky nod and swallow thickly. I let my arms drop limply at my sides, even though I so desperately want to keep myself covered.
Sheri reaches out, taking a strand of my hair and twirling it around her finger. “You’re gorgeous.”
I take a quick glance at Baz, and I’m just about to respond, when her lips descend on mine, and she’s kissing me. Her soft, delicate hand settles on my shoulder, and she pulls me closer to her, just the slightest bit. In the process, her breasts graze across my chest, and I gasp into her mouth. She’s sweet and soft and tastes like strawberries. Her tongue darts out, toying with me, stroking mine tentatively at first.
My core clenches, and I find myself arching into her touch, my own tongue seeking hers. She pulls away, trailing her lips and tongue down my neck, and I gasp, my stomach flipping with arousal. Through hazy, lust-filled eyes, I glance at Baz and expect to find him turned on by what’s currently happening on the bed, but instead, he looks angry. The haze clears, and I blink, focusing on him. His jaw is grinding back and forth, as he watches Sheri trail her lips down my neck. My mouth drops open in surprise when she pulls the lace cup of my bra down, exposing my breast, her tongue flicking my nipple. Electric bolts of pleasure shoot straight to my center, and I fist the bed sheets at my sides for support.
As if sensing my gaze, Baz looks me in the eye, his own gaze burning with fury, and beneath it all, I see the lust. The heat there kicks up several notches. For whatever reason, this makes him angry, but he is a man, and two women kissing each other does still turn him on.
“Spread your legs, Mackenzie,” he grits out. His voice is sharp like razor blades yet husky at the same time.
My breath hitches when understanding dawns. Sheri grazes my nipple with her teeth before laying me back. Slowly, I spread my legs, baring myself to both of them. Like he’s unable to help himself, Baz leans forward, eyes intently focused on me, and husks his demand out to Sheri.
“Show her a good time, Sheri.”
She grins seductively up at me and slithers between my legs. Her soft, delicate hands toy and play with my skin. She smells so good, and her skin, it’s so…different. She’s unreal. The way she can send tremors wracking through my body with a single touch; it’s like she knows the exact places to touch, lick, and caress to drive me crazy. My eyes slam shut as my heart pounds violently in my chest. My core is throbbing, and I jump when I feel her hands toying with my nipples.
Her mouth descends, working its way down my stomach, and I let out a strangled gasp, staring up at the ceiling, as she flicks her tongue up and down my center. Delicately, she spreads my lips and presses a kiss against my clit, which pulls a long-drawn-out moan from me. Sheri alternates between fluttering her tongue over my clit to sucking on my clit softly, like this is her favorite pastime. Of their own accord, my hips twist, in small approving circles, at how good this feels. My skin is on fire, my center sopping wet, and my pussy clenches painfully, dying to feel more, something inside me.
Sheri’s tongue circles my clit, then dips inside me, and I buck wildly off the bed at the sensation. She kisses my pussy slow and deep just as she kissed my lips. My core is throbbing, and I feel my orgasm looming, threatening to pull me under with each flutter and stroke of her tongue against my bundle of nerves.
A glance at Baz tells me he likes what he’s seeing. It’s written all over his face, in the heat that’s burning in his eyes as he watches Sheri eat me. He sits in that leather chair like it’s a throne, gripping the handles like a vise. His gaze scours along my skin as though he’s committing this moment to memory.
After dragging my gaze away from Baz’s, I make the grave mistake of looking down and meeting Sheri’s eyes as she circles her tongue around my over sensitive clit. A mewl of pleasure rips from my chest, and when I glance up at Baz again, an ache so painfully delicious shoots through my pussy, I groan. He’s watching with rapt attention, his eyes darting from Sheri, who’s kneeling between my legs, her naked body on full display, up to my eyes, like he’s not sure where he wants to look.
When she slides two fingers inside me, I moan helplessly. I’m writhing, crying out, on the verge of coming on her tongue, and through my hazy gaze, I can clearly see Baz losing himself. He’s not touching or stroking himself, but he is teetering on the edge of his seat, his fists curled and his hands white-knuckling the leather handles of the seat. A moment passes between us, his gaze drilling holes into me and then at Sheri as she licks at my clit and pumps her fingers into me, right before my orgasm slams into me. Black spots dance in front of my vision, and a surge of sensations explodes, causing my body to twist and jerk on the bed as if I’m suddenly a contortionist.
Baz lets out a feral growl, and when my orgasm subsides, I peel my eyes open just in time to spot him shooting to his feet. He orders Sheri to get the hell out, as he stalks toward the bed, stripping out of his clothes as he goes. She shoots him a scathing glare, enjoying herself much more than he expected she would.
Once the door slams shut behind her, leaving the two of us, Baz’s muscled body is on full display, and my pussy clenches at all the corded muscle and tan flesh. I swear, he’s gotten bigger, more muscular, since we’ve been apart. His muscles now have muscles.
He crawls over me, yanking my body flush with his and prodding me with his thick erection. I grapple at him, my chest heaving as it works to accommo
date the insatiable need inside me. I need a release, and I want it from Baz. No one else but him.
“Kiss me. Just fucking kiss me, please,” I beg, going back on my word, just as he said I would. He doesn’t disappoint. We’re all teeth and tongues. Our mouths clashing together in a duel of sorts.
“You’re mine,” he growls, taking my lips savagely, marking me as his. I fall into him, because this…this is what I need. This is what I’ve missed. Him, his touch. Everything that is Sebastian Pierce.
I open my legs for him, and he settles between them, with his arms on either side of my head, effectively caging me in. He stares down at me, for a few seconds, before his cock is at my center, and he pushes inside me. No condom, no warning, just pure bliss. My nails dig into his back as he pumps inside me relentlessly, my wetness coating his shaft, the walls of my pussy clamping around him in pleasure, begging him to stay.
We both let out grunts of pleasure as his body gives to me and I take. When he thrusts inside me—pulling all the way out, then slamming back in—I slam my eyes shut, gripping his shoulders for support, soaking in the way he makes me feel. My core clenches around him, my body on the verge of another orgasm. When his thumb starts working circles over my clit, I fall apart beneath him. My orgasm barrels into me, detonating like an explosion of fireworks. Those sparks being lit inside me light my body on fire.
He doesn’t stop there, though. Baz grips my hips, lifting my lower body in his arms to meet his thrusts, and this new angle has me gasping in pleasure. The sensations are all so much, I can’t breathe. Our gazes lock, and something happens between us at this moment. It’s like time is fickle and nothing in the past ever happened. It’s just us. Him inside me, filling me. No past, no secrets, just us.
“That’s it, Dirty Girl. Take my cock,” he praises, as he grinds my hips over his cock. He digs his fist in my hair and tugs, arching my body into him. With each thrust, he slams deeper, hitting that spot inside me that makes me fall to pieces around him.
His thumb finds purchase on my clit again, and he strokes in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me, baby,” he grits, and all it takes is a few more pumps inside me, then my walls are clamping around him, and I’m coming again. His grip on my hip tightens, and I know he’s close.
“Baz,” I moan, as my body shudders around him. That does him in. Baz empties himself inside me, his grip tightening on me, damn near crushing me.
His thrusts slow, and we both look down at the mess between my legs when he pulls out. Our gazes lock, and I expect him to leave me. To turn back into that cold jerk I’ve been dealing with the last few days, but he doesn’t. He flops back on the bed next me, trying to catch his breath.
When our breathing has slowed, I roll onto my side, facing him. He doesn’t move his body, but he does crane his neck toward me, watching me as closely as I’m watching him. There’s so much I want to say to him, but I don’t know how. I can’t seem to find my voice after what just happened. My chest squeezes as I trace his features with my eyes, taking in all the parts of him that I missed. His beautiful eyes are what I’ve longed for the most. They’re lighter than I’ve ever seen them.
It’s on the tip of my tongue. Three words that I have no business uttering. But I feel them. I’ve felt them for a long time, and I’ve been lying to myself. Trying to talk myself into believing I don’t care about this man. I don’t voice any of those thoughts, though. I’m too afraid of rejection. Instead, I clear my throat, reaching my hand out and gliding it through his soft hair.
“What was all that about?”
He lifts one of his shoulders in a noncommittal shrug, still not taking his eyes off me. It’s almost like he thinks I’ll disappear if he so much as blinks.
I lick my lips, suddenly feeling unsettled just thinking about what I let happen. I let a woman kiss me. I let her fuck me with her mouth, and Christ in heaven, it felt good. I would’ve rather had Baz’s mouth on me, but it doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t completely disgusted or put off by her touch, and that frightens me.
“Are threesomes really that important to men?” I ask, thinking about the night at his penthouse when I caught him with those two women.
Baz scoffs as if I should know better. “That wasn’t about wanting another woman in my bed, Mackenzie. That was about seeing if I could handle someone else’s on hands on you. Woman or not.”
My breath catches, something akin to hope filling my chest. “And what’s the verdict?”
“I can’t,” he says, growing serious. “I won’t share you, and I most certainly won’t give you up. The thought of anyone touching you, male or female, drives me insane. It makes me murderous.”
My heart thumps wildly at his admission, and God help me, I must be insane because his words make me happy. They fill the void that’s been burning a hole through my chest. They fill my stomach with butterflies because that means he still wants me, maybe just as much as I want him.
Trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, I slide my hand across his chest and down, down, until I’m gripping his cock. His shaft is still coated with my juices, and as I stroke him from root to tip, he starts to harden again, almost immediately. A growl rumbles in his chest, and I roll over, climbing on top of him. Our gazes lock as I press the tip of his cock against my entrance, then slide down. His hands settle on my hips, but he doesn’t do anything else. He lets me own this round.
Resting my hands on his chest, I ride him well into the night, making up for lost time. I keep those three words locked inside me, still too afraid of the repercussions if I utter them out loud.
I keep my gaze glued to Mackenzie while she sleeps in my bed. She looks peaceful. She always does while she’s sleeping, but when she’s awake, it’s like watching a storm. It’s there in her eyes, the chaos she no doubt feels inside. I want to take it away, but I can’t. It’s not like she’d let me anyway.
Last night was the first time in a very long time that things between us felt like they used to, but I’m not sure if I liked it or hated it. This wasn’t a part of the plan. The plan was to keep her safe. I could handle her hating me, but I couldn’t if she wasn’t alive to do it.
I am certain Zach and Vincent are working together, and I don’t trust them. Everyone is now a suspect. And even though I want to, I don’t trust Mackenzie either. It is easy to see through her lies now. I don’t know how I missed it before. I know she has no intention of leaving the cards where they lie. She is still angry, still hurt, which is a combination for disaster where she is concerned.
I watched her earlier as she left the resort and got into a random car. I couldn’t see who was driving, but I could make an educated guess. She is still enlisting his help, looking for ways to hurt me and the rest of the guys. Can’t say we don’t deserve it.
I know she thinks I’m a selfish bastard for bringing her here to gain back her freedom, but little does she know, she doesn’t need me for that. The second her parents signed that over to me, she was free. I am just making sure no one else has the opportunity to take advantage of her. Sort of like I am doing. I am a hypocrite, but I am a man intent on getting what I want. And I want Mackenzie.
Last night proved that to me loud and clear. Pierre has been a business partner of mine for a while. Back in France, he wanted help getting his business off the ground, and he came to me. We’ve been good friends ever since. He opened The Sanctuary here in the States, a safe space for the rich and elite to enjoy themselves. Every few months, he has these soirees like the one last night. I do my best to attend most of them as not to disrespect him or our business relationship.
I think a part of me wanted to scare Mackenzie with the events of last night. I wanted her to run for the hills to make my decision easier. I knew getting involved with her again was a mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself. She was like breathing—vital. I couldn’t not be near her.
I was pleasantly surprised that she was aroused watching the show. I had an entirely new plan for her. I wan
ted to test her limits, but mostly, I wanted to test my limits.
Could I sit back and watch as someone touched her? Brought her pleasure? If I could, I knew I’d be able to survive without her. If not? It proved what I already knew. I wasn’t done with her, and the chances were, I never would be. She’s somehow woven her way into me, threaded her being with mine.
I thought having Sheri there as a buffer would make it easier. It was two women touching each other—most men’s dreams come to life. Only, every time Sheri touched Mackenzie and kissed her, I had to physically hold myself back. That was my girl’s body she was touching. I wanted to be the one making her moan like that and bringing her to orgasm. I knew then if I couldn’t even stand Sheri being near her, bringing her to orgasm, then I wouldn’t be able to handle anyone else.
It was settled last night. She is mine. Even if she doesn’t want to be. She can fight me tooth and fucking nail, but she’ll always be mine, and deep down, she knows it.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and with one last look at Mackenzie, I excuse myself into my office. I settle back into the chair, pressing the phone to my ear.
“What is it?”
“It’s done,” Dan says, getting straight to the point. “Everything is moved. The house is fully furnished. You sure about this?”
No, I’m not, but I don’t have any other choice. I’m trying to right my past wrongs, and this is the best way I can do that.
“I’m sure,” I lie.
“The team will be on site Friday morning to get her ready for the gala.” I nod, already knowing this. “Mr. Covington is also back at his home. I have someone watching him, but as for Vincent…I still have no leads.”
I deflate. Where the fuck is he?
“I need one more favor. That last gala I attended with Mackenzie, find the foster agency the organization represents and get the names of the children who were there in attendance.”
Dan is silent for a beat too long, which tells me he wants to say more on the subject, but in the end, he decides not to. We spend the next few minutes briefly discussing my schedule for the next few days and getting up to speed on the sudden change in plans.
