by India Kells
“I can’t wait to push myself deep into you, but not now. What I crave is for you to come on my fingers. Slide forward, Doctor.”
Uncertain what he was asking, she wiggled her butt closer to his hips, and he ordered her to put both hands behind her back on his knees. Exposed and incredibly vulnerable, Tessa was tempted to resume her initial position when his thumb drew circles around her clit. His free hand followed the curve of her hip, splayed on her round stomach, making its way between her breasts.
Tessa swallowed hard as pleasure started mounting again. Locke had almost complete access to her, and she remained in place only due to his promise of pleasuring her until she lost her mind. Once more, his fingers slid into her wet sheath, but this time, he crooked a finger, rubbing her sweet spot hard, while the palm of his hand crushed the overstimulated bundle of nerves.
The speed of his hand increased, all she could hear was the sloshing sound of her juices and the whooshing of her frantic heart in her ear.
She was about to lose herself when pleasure made her body tense and she couldn’t help but scream. She felt his hand on her stop exploring, avoiding her aching breasts. Not that she needed more stimulation, but she couldn’t help herself and cupped them, pulling at her nipples. Tessa saw Locke through a haze, a smug smile on his lips, his hands firmly in place, and now even increasing the pressure once more, especially his fingers rough against her g-spot. One of her hands went down, circling his wrist as if to halt the movement.
“I can’t … not another one. I’m too sensitive.”
In answer, he took her hand and placed it back on her breast. Two fingers now rubbed a maddening, endless circle, and to her utter surprise, the wave rose deep in her belly again.
“There you are.” His voice was so low, a mere rumble, sending shivers throughout her body. “Play with those magnificent nipples of yours. Tug at them until you feel a hint of pain. Like that.”
She followed his command blindly, as he led her once more to the sweetest precipice.
Lungs burning, Tessa leaned forward, sensing her impending fall, and gripped his free arm. Immediately he circled her hips, bringing her forward, trapping his hand even tighter between them, bringing her to a fevered pitch.
Without thinking, Tessa sought his mouth, but he turned his head at the last moment, reminding her of his rule. One she found more and more difficult to obey. With his offered neck, she instead licked and bit the corded tendon. Lapping at the increasing pulse she could feel under her tongue—the sound of his pure pleasure made her tumble over the edge.
“You are perfection, Doctor.”
Those were the last words she heard as her body spasmed into an overflow of pleasure and shut down.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Locke checked one last time on the good doctor. The scent of her musky, feminine arousal filled his nose, and despite having taken a shower, it still lingered around him. He loved it, the sweetest, most arousing smell ever. It had taken all his carefully honed self-control not to bury his head between her thighs and take his fill. After she went limp, he’d taken her in his arms and made sure she was bundled up in bed. On her beautiful face he saw where she’d been hit, although the bluish bruises would soon start to fade, as would the ones on her side and shoulder. What annoyed him more was the signs of fatigue he could see. He had seen them at the hospital and it tore at him.
A woman, dedicated to others, one who risked her life, took care of everybody else around her, but neglected herself. Even without the threat over her head, she was fading away.
The thoughts in his mind made him pause. Locke didn’t want to care, and that was exactly where he was heading if he wasn’t careful enough.
Turning away from sleeping beauty, he closed the door, certain she wouldn’t wake for several more hours. Her body craved rest, and he had every intention of giving her plenty of that. In between rounds of sex, if she agreed to his deal.
Going to his kitchen, he turned on a couple of lights as sunlight was fading fast. He wanted to relax and check on things before going to bed when his phone buzzed.
Sighing, he didn’t bother checking it, as he knew full well who was on his way up at this time of day. Gage. If Locke, thanks to his work, tended to keep daylight hours now, his long-time friend was a creature of the night. For better and definitely for worse.
He put the kettle on, but only took one mug out. Gage would rather die than drink anything but water or strong alcohol. Locke was too wound up to even think of adding alcohol in his system.
He should have taken the edge off in the shower, but he wanted to make sure the doctor was all right, so he didn’t linger and was now paying the price.
His cock was making a tent in his sweatpants, but it would have to wait, as the elevator door opened.
“Bro, it’s getting cold outside.”
Locke just shook his head as he looked at his friend. “You complain when it’s too hot, too cold, too rainy. Just admit you’re a whiner.”
Gage sniffed as he threw his jacket on the sofa. Locke rolled his eyes. “You can hang your coat by the door, you know.”
This time, his friend smiled, his white teeth clashing with his dark brown beard. “Of course, I know. But it’s funnier to see how you wince when I mess your carefully ordered interior.”
“You came here this late just to annoy me, I’m honored.”
“Yeah, right.” The big man let himself fall on the sofa. “You asked me to tell you before I went to a fight, so that’s what I’m doing now. Do you have any beer?”
Locke grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and threw it at him.
“Water is better. You need a clear head. You don’t need to further destroy your ugly face.”
Gage smirked. “The ladies love this face. And even after a fight, I’m still more gorgeous than you are, so I don’t need to worry.”
Locke poured himself a cup of tea. “You’re coming back here after the fight?” He tried to sound disinterested, but deep down, he was worried. Gage wasn’t going to legal fights, and the cage fighting he did was often organized by underground organizations. There was always a great risk to his life, but Locke knew he couldn’t stop him. And probably wouldn’t. Despite all the smiles and the flirting, fighting was the only way Gage had found to keep his own demons in check.
“If you mean back to my place, for sure. Unless you need me here.”
Locke hesitated which didn’t go unnoticed by Gage. When he stood to join him in the kitchen, he looked down where the doctor’s top lay on the carpet. Gage grabbed it.
“It’s not like you to not be tidy, unless…” Bringing the piece of cloth to his nose, he inhaled. “A woman.”
Locke put his steaming cup down and rubbed his face. “It’s complicated.”
“Weren’t you going to see Luther this afternoon? You finally found that girl and bought her outright?”
“No. I can’t tell you everything, but something happened.”
Gage tossed the shirt on the couch and sat on one of the stools. “Start explaining.”
Locke knew there wasn’t a way around it as his friend could be stubborn as a rock.
“After that disagreement with Johnson—”
Gage snickered. “You mean that knife fight. Damn, Locke, you had your butt kicked, bro.”
Locke didn’t really want to think about that episode where he’d almost underestimated the man. He touched his side where the doctor had stitched him. Fortunately, he healed fast.
“I tried to stitch myself up, but couldn’t, so instead of bleeding to death in my bathroom, I went to the hospital.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” The annoyance on the fighter’s face was clear.
“Because I would have looked like Frankenstein’s monster after you’d finished. Anyway, after I was sorted out, I went to a meet with Luther, but he canceled. I heard later that night that Allison had escaped. I did a little bit of digging, and I learned that the girl disappeared once she reached the hospital. He
r trail went cold from there.”
Gage leaned forward. “Someone helped her to get out.”
Locke nodded. “And Luther came to the same conclusion. However, even though I knew Allison was out, I acted as if I didn’t know. I decided to go to Luther’s and see if I could buy her. That’s when I came face to face with the doctor who stitched me beaten, and Luther was determined to have her admit she had helped Allison disappear and where she was hiding her.”
“Holy shit! Could that be that doctor who helped those girls disappear over the last year?”
Locke needed confirmation, but all the pieces led to that conclusion. “Yeah, I think so.”
Gage whistled. “And you got the doctor out. It’s what you do.”
“I struck a deal with Luther, convinced him I would use her as a sex slave, train her for the next six months. He wouldn’t sell her to me. So, I negotiated the lease and brought her here. She’s bruised and tired to the bone and is sleeping in the guest room.”
“Do you think he suspects anything? About you I mean.”
Locke shook his head. “No. He wants more money. He’s getting greedy. And he needs to be stopped soon.”
Gage nodded and got to his feet, rounding the kitchen island. “You’ll find a way. And I want to be part of it.”
Nodding, Locke was glad for his friend’s support. Gage squeezed him in his huge embrace, and quickly pulled away, looking down at his still rigid erection between them. “I thought with the clothing on the floor, you had done the deed.”
At the memory, Locke smiled. “I didn’t, but she came. Twice.”
Gage laughed, his face full of mischief. “I’m dying to see her, but first…”
His friend’s hand cupped his pulsing cock, eliciting a moan from Locke. For them both, women were the endgame but what was between them was on another level. A link to their past, a kinship thicker than blood, an undeniable desire for connection, and an understanding of each other only they had. A quest for pleasure that felt both forbidden, uncomplicated, and unbridled.
He knew that with Gage he didn’t have to be careful. As if to prove a point, Gage pushed him against the counter and bit his neck. The pain felt like a relief of all the pent-up lust flooding his veins. The memory of the doctor pushed over and over to orgasm was too much to bear.
Locke tangled his fingers in his hair as Gage slid a hand in his sweatpants and fisted his cock.
“Holy fuck!”
Gage chuckled darkly. “We’ll get there. Give me time.”
Locke yanked his head away before crashing his mouth to Gage’s. The contact was so hard, he was surprised he didn’t taste blood. The warmth was soothing, but it wasn’t enough.
“Fuck, I need this. Please. I…” But Locke didn’t need to explain, Gage knew him too well and pulled him toward the sofa before pushing him down. The muscled male body covered him before nipping at his lips. Locke opened his legs and grabbed Gage’s tight ass, moving his hips up, humping Gage, feeling his cock getting hard too.
However, his friend retained some control, careful of Locke’s wounds over his ribs when he only wanted to fuck, to take and be taken.
Everything was going way too slow, but although Locke knew he was strong, Gage was stronger, containing him, controlling their rutting bodies.
His friend’s beard drew a fiery path down to his hips.
“Gage!” He wanted to sound menacing, but instead, he heard the desperation in his own voice.
With one firm pull, Gage tugged at his pants and swallowed all of him into his hot mouth. With a strangled cry, Locke tensed before bending his knees to push his feet on the cushions. Blindly, he searched for his friend’s hair, but before he could fist it again, Gage caught his wrist, a silent warning to let him do what he liked.
Gage alternated between sucking him and swirling his tongue over his pulsing head. He didn’t have to look to know how red and engorged his cock was. Somehow, his body was fighting him, edging closer to the verge of exploding but it stayed just out of reach.
Bringing Gage’s rough fighter hand to his mouth, he started to suck one and then two fingers, mimicking the caress from his cock. Locke hissed between his teeth, as if tethering on the edge.
Gage pushed himself to his knees and quickly discarded his t-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. Gone was all sense of teasing in his face. His strong jaw was set. The sight of him, sculpted like a Greek statue from hard training and harsh fighting was a sight to behold.
The Spartan warrior pulled Locke closer, bending his knees even higher. He had taken Gage’s massive cock into his asshole before, a pain he relished in, but it didn’t seem to be the end goal when Gage licked his fingers more, covering it with spit before lowering his mouth to his cock again.
Locke just had time to relax before he felt Gage push two fingers inside him. Without lube, it burned like a bitch, making his cock throb and thicken even more as he took him inside his clever mouth.
Breath ragged, his hands fisted on the sofa, overwhelmed with the pleasurable pain, Locke lost it when he felt Gage crook his finger to rub against his prostate. The electric current that ran from the bottom of his spine made his back arch, pushing his cock even deeper into Gage’s throat whose deep rumble of satisfaction set him off.
Gage’s fingers accelerated as he sucked him with even greater force as Locke erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm.
Body jerking, his mouth opened in a silent cry of relief, his mind swirling with images of Gage and the doctor in a strange and unexpected ballet.
Gage fell on his body, his bearded face on his stomach. It took a couple of minutes for Locke to come back to his senses and realize that Gage was probably still very much on the horny side.
“Gimme a minute and I’ll start your warm-up. Get you sweaty for your fight.”
Gage shook with laughter before exhaling loudly. “I didn’t think it would ever happen to me, but I just came in my pants.”
Another moment of stunned silence before Locke snickered. “Well, it seems you were pent up too.”
“It was your fault. That doctor got your gears running in a way I’ve never seen.” Gage hopped to his feet and stretched. “Another reason why I can’t wait to meet her. So, plan for it, bro. In the meantime, I have a fight to win. I’ll use your bathroom and be on my way.”
As his friend disappeared from view, Locke lay down. Naked, covered with sweat, and enjoying the afterglow and calm that had finally returned. And with it, his much-needed control.
Letting his hand fall to his side, he felt silk and opened his eyes, wondering what he had touched. One look at the discarded top brought back what happened on that same couch with the doctor.
Locke brought the fabric to his nose and inhaled the feminine scent. Immediately, he longed to touch the body of the woman he’d discovered only hours ago. A newfound hunger that grew even if his body was drained.
It was something unexpected. His wary brain kicked in, but Locke knew that if the good doctor agreed to his deal, he would have the opportunity to explore this lustful attraction and enough time to get her out of his system for good.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tessa’s heart beat like a snare drum, her body tense and her brain unable to process what she has just witnessed. Was she dreaming? The question popped in her head as she silently closed the door, a mere minute before the man Locke called Gage headed her way toward what she supposed was the master bathroom.
Sliding once more between the sheets, her body screamed at her to shut down while her brain fought to make sense of the most incredible sex she had ever seen. Was she still asleep?
Her last memory was of Locke filling her world with pleasure to the point where she’d forgotten everything about time and space. He must have carried her to bed, but something had disturbed her. Tessa had always been a light sleeper, it came with working as a doctor at the ER. Or maybe she wasn’t used to lying in a comfortable bed anymore.
The strange bed, the strange room, disoriented her e
ven more. Naked and shivering, she stood and went to the door. In a matter of seconds, she remembered everything. The hospital, Allison, the beating, Luther … and Locke.
Once more she shivered, but not from the cold. Cracking the door open, she saw them. Recognizing Locke immediately, she noticed the unknown bearded man pushing him on the sofa before kissing him like he was a starving man.
Glued to the fascinating scene, Tessa was unable to look away. The sight and sounds, the two magnificent men touching each other, they definitely knew each other’s bodies by heart. The caresses were rough, urgent, brutal in some ways. Both lost in each other. The bearded man humped the sofa, harder and harder, mimicking what he probably wanted to do to Locke as he pleasured him with his mouth and fingers.
When Locke seized up in sweet agony, the man’s digits working his ass with force, Tessa bit back a moan of her own, her tired body on fire. A memory to remember and one that was burned in her brain.
Now back in her bed, her ears alert to any noise outside, she heard nothing. Ignoring the lust slowly receding in her veins, her brain took over and questions started to pop up. In her line of work, she had seen everything and considered herself open-minded. However, it was the first time she had ever seen two men doing it live right before her eyes. And it made her question why Locke wanted to strike a deal with her. Was he bisexual or was she some sort of experiment? The no-kissing rule could very well explain it all. If she agreed to the deal, they weren’t allowed to kiss, but with what she had just witnessed, kissing another man was not off limits.
Images swirled in her mind as she finally fell asleep and had a recurring dream of sitting across from Locke and the bearded man watching them fuck, as she played with herself.
Insistent knocking felt like a pounding headache. Caught in-between dream and reality, Tessa had trouble opening her eyes, her entire body felt like lead.
