by Lexi Blake
She groaned as he added another finger. God, he was stretching her.
“So you’re going to have to deal with my family, and I’ll deal with your lamentable lack of discipline.” The Dom was back, that hard edge in his voice making her heart flutter. “Now, tell me what I want to hear. Tell me how my brother tortured this asshole.”
Rather like Leo was doing. “He stretched me. He used the lube on me. At first it was warm, but then it burned, and I squirmed a lot and I pleaded with him.”
Leo’s voice was warm, as though he’d found his own happy place. Dom space. She had subspace, and he had Dom space. “I bet he liked that.”
Wolf had liked her pleas. She’d also known all along that he would respect her safe word. She could have used her slow-down word or her stop word, and Wolf would have obeyed. He would have slowed and talked to her or stopped all together. Despite her precarious position, she was really in charge. She was giving her Doms what they needed and taking what she needed.
“He was very hard, Leo, but he wouldn’t give me his cock.”
“No, cock is for good subs. Cock isn’t for brats who give their Masters heart attacks.” He fucked into her ass with his fingers. “I’ve never seen a man move as fast as Wolf. If you try anything like that again, it won’t merely be ginger lube on a plug. I’ll buy the largest piece of ginger root I can find, and I’ll carve a massive dildo and that will be your plug. Don’t think I can’t do it. I’m actually quite the artist.”
Yes, he was a perverted artist. She was getting used to the burn of his fingers in her ass, beginning to feel the first stirrings of pleasure from the way he stretched and fucked her.
“Let go of your ankles and grab the desk. I think Wolf tortured you enough, and given what he’s probably planning to do tonight, I think a little respite is called for.”
Very carefully, she released her ankles. Blessed relief flooded her. She sighed at the feeling that wouldn’t have been possible without the previous discomfort. And she felt an odd pride. She’d taken what he’d dished out, and now she was ready for her reward. She softened her knees and reached for the edge of Leo’s elegantly appointed desk.
“Master Wolf did say you were in charge of me,” she said, tilting her head to look back. Leo’s hair was down, falling around his shoulders. There was a decadent look on his face.
“Yes. Don’t you forget that. Eyes front or you won’t get your treat.” He barked the order in that low voice she would bet he’d used to get many a sub to do his will. But she was his sub. As far as Club gossip went, he’d never collared anyone outside of his wife.
His fingers kept up the slow fuck on her ass.
“Do you know how much I want to fuck your ass? It’s going to feel so good. But this will have to do for now.” He pressed in, and she suddenly felt something large forage between her legs. “Think about this. Is this what you want? Do you want to be full? Do you want to be packed full of cock? Because that’s what’s going to happen. Your pussy and your ass will get stretched and filled with your Masters’ cocks. The next time someone plays with this asshole, it won’t be fingers. It’s going to be that monster of my brother’s fucking you. Think about that while I play. But you can’t make an informed decision without a test drive. I won’t leave your pussy lonely.”
The head of his dick moved around her pussy, pausing at the entrance. She stopped breathing. God, she wanted him so much. She held still. He hadn’t given her permission to move. She wanted to be so good for him. Everything else fell away. Her self-consciousness floated away as she simply allowed herself to be in the moment.
She bit back a groan as Leo’s enormous cock began to invade. He pushed his fingers into her ass as his dick began to work its way into her pussy.
“Oh, you feel it now, don’t you? You feel stretched out and invaded.”
“Yes, Leo.” And it felt magnificent. It was the right side of pain, and she closed her eyes, imagining that Wolf was here with them, his big hands on her flesh, his cock moving in time with Leo’s. Leo worked her masterfully. He fucked in and out, finding a rhythm that had her panting and moaning.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me. I’m not going to last long. I can’t. You’re too fucking hot. You’re so goddamn tight. I love you, baby. I love you so much.”
The words worked magic on her, filling her heart and soul as Leo filled her body. She was off the leash. She moved against him, pressing back to take him as far as she could. His cock hit a perfect spot inside of her, and the orgasm blasted through her system, making the world seem hazy and everything unreal except for the man behind her.
Leo’s fingers came out of her ass, and she felt both of his hands on her hips, gripping her as he shoved in one last time and shouted as he came. He pressed in as though grinding out everything he had.
A sweet, heavy languor swept through her system. She could feel the blood pounding through her veins. Leo swept her up in his arms. She looked into seriously blue eyes. His sensual lips were turned up in a smile.
“You said it,” she said on a breathy sigh. He’d said it.
Those frequently chilly eyes were warm on her now. “I said it. I meant it. And I mean it when I promise you that Wolf and I will work something out. When I get overly possessive or obnoxious, he can just try to hit me. He’s bigger anyway.”
She laughed at the thought of having to play referee to her men. “I’m not going to let him hit you.”
A superior look crossed Leo’s face. “I said he could try. He’s bigger, but I’m way more flexible, and despite allowing him to do the majority of the running today, I’m actually faster than him. Remember that the next time you try to run.”
No more running for her. Leo set her gently down on his sofa.
“I’m not going to run again.” She stared up at one half of her world. He was so beautiful, and he was finally hers. “I promise the next time someone tries to kill me to let you or Wolf take the bullet.”
“Damn straight,” he replied, winking. “And again, Wolf is half metal. He’s like the bionic man. We should let him take the bullets.” He kissed her lightly. “Let me go clean up. Actually, we should both clean up. Come on. There’s a shower in the bathroom.”
“I saw that. Why do you need a shower in your office?” Shelley asked, getting back on her feet. She knew she should be self-conscious, but that seemed to have fled with those three words from his lips. He loved her. He loved her. That meant he had to love her cellulite, too.
Leo shrugged. “I’ve had to listen to some weird shit. Listening to some of Kitten’s fantasies made me want to take a shower. There’s a reason I shipped her over to my ex-wife.”
She laughed. She had the feeling she was going to have to get used to the oddities of her boyfriend’s secretary.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get washed up. I haven’t even kissed you properly.”
Leo opened the door to the bathroom, and she walked through with a serenity in her heart that had been missing for years.
* * * *
Wolf stared down at the delicate choker he’d ordered the day before. It was lovely, something Shelley could wear all day and no one in the vanilla world would see it for what it was—a commitment, a promise, a future.
Of course, none of those things belonged to him. Not when it came to Shelley.
His mind leapt back to an hour before. Standing outside the door to his brother’s office. He’d opened it a crack, and then he’d heard her passionate words.
I’ll love you for the rest of my life and through whatever comes after. That’s the only sure thing here. It’s either enough for you or it isn’t.
Wolf had stopped. She’d made her play for Leo. He’d known it would happen. He’d wanted it to happen, and still, hearing those words struck through him. She hadn’t said them to him. She hadn’t said them in front of him. She’d said them from the comfort of Leo’s arms. He’d been able to see her gorgeous face shining up at his brother, her love for him plain for anyone to see. She
loved Leo.
That was okay. He wanted her to love Leo. The whole ménage thing wouldn’t work if she didn’t love them both. He’d stood there and forced himself to concede that Leo had known her longer. He could have the first I love you.
He’d been about to walk in when he’d heard Leo’s response.
I don’t know if I can share you long term. What are we going to do about Wolf?
With those low words, Wolf had felt everything fall apart like a house of cards imploding under the smallest of winds.
He’d shut the door and walked from the office, his feet feeling leaden.
“Sir? Is it what you wanted?” the immaculately dressed clerk asked.
“Dude? Are we going to stand in Tiffany’s all day?” Logan asked, giving him a light punch. Logan looked at the clerk as though realizing something was wrong. “Could you give us a minute? I think he’s figuring out if it’s the right one.”
The well-trained clerk nodded. “Of course. Sometimes these things look different in person than they did on the website. Please let me know if you would like to look at something different.”
The clerk walked away.
“What the hell is going on?” Logan asked. “Don’t shrug me off again. I’m not stupid. You were fine and then you turned into a morose ball of goo. What the hell happened when you went to tell Leo how long you would be?”
Wolf tried to focus on the small necklace. There was a circlet of white gold and through it came two tails, each with another circlet. Three circles connected. He’d seen it and thought about how he and Leo wouldn’t be getting close again without Shelley. Three circles, the two lower ones flowing from the one in the middle. She was the sun, and he and Leo were the planets that worshipped and orbited around her.
He sighed and placed it back on the velvet display case. He couldn’t waste that much money on something that wouldn’t mean a thing after tonight.
“She’s in love with Leo.”
Logan’s brows came together. “Okay. I thought we knew that. I don’t see the problem.”
Of course Logan didn’t see the problem. In Bliss, it would be a simple thing. Wolf would simply go after her until she loved him, too. Hell, it was practically expected in Bliss. If someone told a Bliss woman she had to pick between two men she wanted, she might start shooting. But he wasn’t in Bliss.
“Leo won’t share.”
Logan gasped. “Shit. Wow. Does your mom know?”
Crap. He missed Jamie sometimes. James was the more mature of Wolf’s best friends. “I’m not calling my mom in. She loves him. Leo loves her. There’s no place for me. I’m going to do the only thing I can do. I’m going to hand her over to my brother and wish them well.”
It made his heart ache. He’d fallen for her completely. She was the sunshine he’d been missing for most of his life. He even loved the bratty way she tried to manipulate him. He didn’t want perfection from her. He wanted her beautiful body and the sassy, loving soul that went with it.
But those belonged to his brother, and he owed Leo a lot, too. He couldn’t take away a woman his brother loved. He’d made his play, and he’d lost.
“Fuck, man. I don’t like the sound of that.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “Shouldn’t you, like, beat the shit out of him until he sees things your way?”
“That wouldn’t work with Leo. He’s smaller than me, but he’s mean in a fight. And he’s a stubborn asshole. And he’s my brother. I don’t think he’s ever really been in love before. I can’t take it away from him. I love her. I do, but it can’t work like this. If I press my claim, it’s only going to make her miserable. And in the end, she’ll pick him and then I won’t have a relationship with either of them. I need to bow out gracefully. I need to make a good show.”
“That sucks, man.”
Yep. Logan was succinct. Wolf raised a hand, and the clerk came over quickly. “I need to see something different. Do you have something more like a lock with one key?”
“Absolutely, sir. I’ll bring you several to choose from.” He swept away the necklace Wolf had chosen. It was gone like the future he’d briefly had.
“You’re going to hand her over tonight, aren’t you?” Logan asked.
He nodded. “I’m going to pretend like it was my plan all along. Like this was my gift.”
Logan looked at the tags on the jewelry surrounding them. “It’s a pretty fucking expensive gift.”
Yes, it was. In more terms than money. It was going to cost him a piece of his soul. And he would pay it. He would pay it because his brother had never faltered. Leo had been the one to make sure he’d eaten breakfast and gotten to school. Leo had sat up with him explaining homework and reading to him when their mother had to work late. It was a debt Wolf could never really repay.
He selected a pretty lock with a small key. It was gold and would look lovely against Shelley’s skin. Leo would hold the key. Wolf would be the kinky brother who’d once played into his sister-in-law’s fantasy. After a while, they wouldn’t think about him at all. He would merely be part of the family. Neither one would know that he would love her until the day he died.
“I’ll take this one,” Wolf said.
“You’re a better man than me,” Logan said as the clerk placed his selection in its blue box and got it ready to go.
“I don’t know about that. I’m doing what I have to do.”
Logan looked at him seriously. “Come to New York with me. I have a friend I’m going to see. He’s kind of a crazy billionaire. You know that search engine everyone uses? Yeah, he invented that. His granddad kept a summer cabin in Bliss, and he came up every year from June to late August. We called ourselves summer brothers. Come with me, man. His place is incredible from what I hear.”
“You’re leaving The Club?” He handed his bank card to the clerk. “You’ve only had two sessions with Leo.”
Logan shrugged. “He’s good. I’m totally fixed. I haven’t tried to kill anyone in like a week. Haven’t even wanted to. I just needed to be away from Bliss. I’m staying for another day or two and then I’m headed to Manhattan. Seth can get me a job. He can get you a job, too. Come on, man. Let’s try the city out.”
He was pretty sure that was a bad idea. No matter how calm Logan seemed now, it was still there, simmering under the surface. But he hadn’t shown a single crack last night during the scenes. Wolf knew Leo had been watching Logan for a reaction.
But no one had set up a scene that played on Logan’s trauma.
It was a horrible thing to do, but if Logan was really fine, then what Wolf had in mind wouldn’t faze him.
“I’ll think about it,” he told Logan. “Hell, I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
But if he had his way, Logan wasn’t going to New York. He would stay and let Leo help him. All Wolf needed was help from some new friends. When he had a chance, he called Jack Barnes and gave the cowboy the game plan.
Tonight he would help all the people he cared about. And then he would talk to Taggart about a job because he couldn’t stay here and watch his brother and the love of his life settle down. He’d heard Taggart was talking about starting up a London office.
And then he could walk away with a clear conscience and a heavy heart.
Chapter Seventeen
Leo looked out over the dungeon. A sense of peace had settled over him. He could do it. He could share Shelley with his brother because it was what she needed.
And also because she’d threatened to kick his ass if he didn’t. It totally made his decision easier.
“Is he here yet?” Shelley asked, her eyes trailing around the large space.
“I don’t see him. Don’t worry, baby, he’ll be here. He’s not going to miss a chance to beat your ass after the stunt you pulled today.” He felt unreasonably cheerful. He still had a whole fuckload of problems to deal with. Someone was trying to kill his girl. Holder was hiding something. Logan was going to walk. Tomorrow the entire building was getting a security upg
rade, and he’d have to deal with the most sarcastic group in the history of time. Yeah, his life was complicated, but he was getting some tonight.
“That is so comforting, Leo.” Shelley frowned up at him. She was dressed in exactly what Wolf had left for her—very little. Her breasts were pressed together in a black leather corset that offered them up like tempting fruit. Her hot ass was covered in a barely there thong, and those curvy legs flowed down into a pair of four-inch stilettos she hadn’t stopped complaining about since the minute she’d forced her feet into them.
Yes. Despite the shit storm they were in, his world felt pretty fucking perfect. Even his sense of humor was coming back. “It wasn’t meant to be comforting. It was meant to remind you how much trouble that hot ass is in. Damn, you look fine tonight. Did I mention how fine you look?”
She bit back a smile and went up on her tiptoes. Those ridiculously high heels put her closer to his height. “You might have mentioned it a time or two.” She pouted and batted those lashes at him. “Do we really have to do this public punishment thing? Wouldn’t it be more intimate to go back to our place and make love? I can make both my Masters very happy. I can prove what a sweet sub I can be.”
Brat thought she could get out of her punishment? He brushed his lips to hers, reveling in the fact that he could fucking kiss her all he wanted. “Oh, baby, that sounds perfect. You can prove to me what a sweet sub you are right after you prove to me how red your ass can get.”
She pulled back, but there was a laugh on her lips. “Fine. I suppose I deserve it.”
“Richly,” Leo replied.
His brother walked through the doors, his massive shoulders barely clearing the frame. California-king bed. That was what he was going to have to order.
Shelley’s face lit up as she noticed Wolf. She waved a hand. “Wolf!”
His brother looked up, but the grim expression on his face didn’t change. Logan walked behind him. Both men had changed into leathers, but neither looked particularly happy to be in the dungeon. Shelley tottered over to Wolf and tried to throw herself into his arms. Wolf caught her, but there wasn’t passion in his hold.
