Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas Book 8)

by Laylah Roberts

  He ran a finger across one deep, reddish-purple mark along her back.

  “Your corset was too tight, little bit,” he told her.

  Julian raised his head with a frown, then sat and looked down at the mark Cole was gently rubbing his finger across. “Fuck! She kept telling me to pull it tighter. Keira, why didn’t you say anything?”

  They both knew why she didn’t say anything. Cole looked at Julian as guilt flashed in his eyes. That wouldn’t happen again.

  “I thought corsets were meant to be tight?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him with those pale blue eyes.

  “Not to the point where you can’t breathe.” He gave her a firm look. “That won’t happen again. No wonder you got dizzy. You were cutting off your ability to breathe. Now, sit up.”

  She winced as she sat. “Ouchie. Gonna have to find a good hiding place for that paddle.”

  “There are plenty more where that one came from, kitten,” Julian replied with amusement. “And if you hide that one, I’ll just have to test each of the others out on your ass until I find another I like.”

  Cole was surprised by the bolt of arousal that filled him at the idea of testing paddles out on Keira’s ass. Paddles, whips, having a partner kneel at his feet and call him Sir . . . that had never interested him. Or he told himself it hadn’t.

  Because he hadn’t wanted to admit it. Still, that didn’t mean he was like Joel. He wasn’t going to start going to fucking sex clubs and parading his partners around naked. He growled at the thought of other people seeing Keira and Julian naked.

  “What’s wrong?” Keira asked.

  What was he doing? Here she was naked in front of him and instead of worshipping her as he should, reassuring her that she was every bit as beautiful as he’d told her she was, he was scowling and thinking dark thoughts. Keira moved her arms to cover herself, scooting back into Julian’s lap.

  The other man frowned at him, looking like he was seconds from throwing Cole out on his ass.

  And you’d deserve it.

  “Sorry, sweetheart,” he told her. “I was feeling possessive and jealous.”

  “J-jealous? Of what?”

  “Of everyone who saw your beauty tonight. When I wasn’t there to protect you.”

  “I was there,” Julian snapped.

  “So you were. See, they were foolish thoughts, because I know Julian guards you well.”

  “He does,” she replied a little breathlessly as he moved his hand up her thigh, pushing her hand aside.

  Maybe it was time to show them he could take charge. And if he was honest, this wasn’t just about them.

  “Julian, sit back against the headboard with our kitten between your legs.”

  The other man hesitated for a few seconds and Cole had a sudden vision of bending him over and applying a paddle to his ass. “Please.”

  What emotion just flashed through the other man’s eyes? Cole wasn’t quite sure. Before he could question him, though, Julian slid back, leaning against the headboard. He settled Keira between his spread legs. She still had her arm over her breasts, her legs pushed together.

  That wouldn’t do at all.

  Cole decided to distract her a little. He slid off the end of the bed and slowly started to strip. He was aware of both of their eyes on him. He forced himself to go slowly, even as he longed to move quickly, to dive between Keira’s open legs and feast on her.

  He took his shirt off and looked for somewhere to put it. Shrugging, he placed it on the floor. Something he’d never have done at his own apartment or dared to do if he’d lived with his father. Even as his boy, his room always had to be neat as a pin.

  He enjoyed the way both sets of eyes, one pale blue the other so dark they were nearly black, roamed over his chest. He never missed a morning session at the gym. His routine was set in stone. He’d never allowed anything to challenge it or his beliefs. Until these two came along.

  He set that thought aside as he pulled off his belt. He bent it over, looking at it. Fuck, he’d never even thought of using his belt on someone before. A partner had asked him to once, and he’d flat-out refused.

  Still, he didn’t have to use it in order to create a reaction. Which is exactly what happened. Keira’s eyes widened with a spark of anticipation and worry. But it was Julian’s reaction that most surprised him. Was he aroused?

  Of course, he’s aroused. They were all fucking in need. Didn’t mean he wanted to feel the bite of the belt against his ass. Which was good, because Cole wasn’t into that. Was he?

  He dropped the belt hastily, and then undid his pants, drawing them off. His dick was straining against his boxers. And he ran his hand down the shaft, squeezing it at the base. He needed to regain some control here, or he’d be known as the twenty-second wonder.

  He slid his boxers down and stepped out of them, wrapping his hand around his cock once more.

  “Like what you see?” he asked in a husky voice.

  Keira nodded slowly. “Can I touch you? Please?”

  Fuck. He loved that she asked permission. And in such a sweet voice. Christ, she was made for him.

  “Not right now, little bit,” he told her. Shit. He’d never believed in endearments or cutesy names. But with Keira everything was different.

  Disappointment filled her face.

  “Soon,” he promised, unable to stand seeing her sad. He wanted to please her. Maybe as much as she wanted to do the same to him. “You touch me now and I’ll come. And I’m not ready for that yet.”

  She licked her lips hungrily, and her arm dropped slightly from her breasts. He moved his gaze from her full breasts to capture Julian’s gaze. The hunger and need in there shocked him. His breath caught.

  Okay. So, it seemed Keira wasn’t the only one who wanted to feast on him.

  Well, they’d both have to wait. Because it was his turn to explore.

  “Julian, hold Keira’s arms away from her body.”

  Keira visibly shuddered as Julian took hold of her wrists, pulling her hands to the mattress on either side of him.

  “Keira, place your legs over Julian’s. Good. Spread them wide,” he directed at Julian. All thought of sharing command fled.

  “Julian keep her legs spread. I don’t want her moving or hiding from me.” He crawled his way up from the base of the bed. He didn’t have far to go. Fuck, he hoped this bed could hold the three of them. It was a miracle it hadn’t collapsed under Julian’s weight. Cole placed kisses on her pale legs, moving higher and higher up her thigh to where her sweet-smelling pussy waited. Her lips were parted, allowing him to see the dew glistening on those pink lips.

  Fuck. This was going to be torture.

  He wished he’d ordered Julian to strip first. He wanted them both naked and at his mercy.

  Yes, let’s do that.

  But first. One taste. He leaned in and took one long, lingering lick of her. Delicious. Christ. Cole loved doing this for a partner, but he’d never had anyone as sweet as Keira.

  She groaned as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. When he drew back, her eyes shot open and she glared down at him. “No! Don’t stop.”

  “Do you make the demands around here?” He gave her a firm look that had her biting her lower lip.

  “No, Sir,” she said.

  Damn, he liked the sound of that coming from her lips.

  “Julian, I want you naked.” He glanced up at the other man.

  Something warred in his eyes. Would he do it? Or would he fight back?

  Then he let go of Keira without a word and Cole had to hide his surprise. He sat back on his haunches.

  “While Julian is stripping you may taste me, little bit.”

  Keira shifted onto her knees, moving eagerly between his legs. Leaning down, she wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock. “Shit!”

  Julian grinned as he stood and stripped off his T-shirt. “Kitten loves giving blow jobs. And she’s fucking good at them.”

  Good at them? He
was about to come just from her touching him.

  “Hurry up before she makes me blow,” he snapped at Julian, closing his eyes as he fought for control. Jesus, he hadn’t felt like this since he was a teenager.

  Julian chuckled.

  He opened his eyes and glared at him. “Oh, you think this is funny, do you?”

  By now the other man was completely naked, with his own cock standing firm and proud. Fuck, he was even more gorgeous than Cole had imagined. Broad, muscular, with abs that undulated down to a magnificent fucking dick.

  “Let’s see how well you do. Come closer.” Cole hooked his finger at the other man. Then he placed a hand on Keira’s head.

  “Keira, let go now. Keira,” he growled as she refused to let go.

  He looked over at Julian. The other man grinned then gave Keira two heavy smacks on the ass. She yelped and sat up, glaring at her husband.

  “Jesus, you’re fucking lucky she didn’t bite down.” He scowled at Julian.

  The other man’s grin just widened. “Nah, my kitten never bites, do you, baby?”

  She smiled up at him even as she rubbed her bottom.

  “Kitten, no rubbing, you earned those for not listening,” Julian told her. He looked at Cole. “Do you want to get her ass ready or shall I?”

  Cole’s eyes widened. “You have plug and lube?”

  Julian pointed at the top drawer. “In there.”

  “I’ll get them and get her ass ready.”

  Julian grinned. “Good, kitten turn around and take my cock in your mouth while Cole readies your ass.”

  He moved off the bed to grab the lube and butt plug. He heard Julian take in a sharp breath and turned back to find Keira on all fours on the bed, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked her husband’s cock into her mouth. He just stood and watched, taking in the moment. Memorizing it.

  You don’t need to memorize it. You can keep them. If they want to be kept. He glanced around the room. Of course, they did. He could make their lives so much better.

  He climbed onto the bed behind his girl. Fuck, yes. He liked the sound of that more and more. His. Girl.

  “Spread your legs, Keira. Julian, don’t come yet.” Co-ordinating this came surprisingly easy. He squirted some lube onto his two forefingers then spread Keira’s bottom.

  “You said you’ve been stretching her?” he asked Julian.

  “Yes, she takes a plug well,” Julian answered, running his hand through Keira’s hair. He pulled out the tie holding her hair in a ponytail and it fell around her face. “She loves having her bottom filled don’t you, kitten?”

  She made a murmuring noise of assent around his cock. Julian closed his eyes for a moment, obviously trying to fight for control.

  “No coming,” Cole warned.

  Julian’s eyes opened, flashed once but then he just nodded, surprising Cole. But he thought he’d best move things along before the other man’s balls exploded. He pressed his girl’s butt cheeks apart until he could see her perfect little rosebud. He slid one lubed finger inside her, feeling her tighten around the digit.

  Yes. God, she was going to feel so good around his cock.

  He thrust his finger inside her gently, then more firmly as she arched her back, pressing her ass back. She really did love having something in her bottom. He added another finger, spreading her, rubbing the lube around inside her, preparing her for the plug. He slid his fingers free of her ass and reached for the plug.

  “Christ. Fucking shit. Fuck,” Julian muttered. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

  “You won’t come until I say you can,” Cole told him firmly.

  Julian glared at him for a moment then shuddered, something crossing his face. Something that told Cole he was lowering those shields of his. The other man nodded.

  He pressed the tip of the lubed up anal plug into Keira’s asshole, just pushing it in then pulling it out. In and out. He teased her, moving it back and forth. Each time he pushed it inside, he moved it another inch further until it was fully pressed inside her.

  Sweat coated his brow, a shudder ran through him. His balls were on fire. Christ, he needed a minute.

  “I’m going to go wash up,” he told them. “I want you both back into the same position as earlier, only this time, Julian, put your cock inside her pussy. Do you have condoms?”

  Keira pulled away from Julian’s cock. Fuck, his dick looked magnificent, thick and long and wet from the blow job Keira had been giving him.

  “We don’t have any, I’m on the pill and I’m, um, clean.”

  He didn’t ever not use a condom. Ever. “I have some in my wallet.” Only two, though. Fuck it. Oh well, Keira could use her mouth on him.

  Or maybe Julian could.

  The image of them both on their knees in front of him, tongues playing with his cock and balls nearly had him stumbling as he made his way to the tiny bathroom with the avocado fixtures. Was this the source of that moldy, damp smell throughout the house? It certainly seemed worse in there.

  He quickly washed off, taking a moment to stare at himself and calm down.

  You want them as yours.

  Yes, but on his terms. He was certain they’d agree with that when they realized how much better their lives would be with him. Feeling much more like himself, he turned back to the bedroom. As he got closer, he stilled in the doorway, watching them for a moment. They didn’t turn to look at him, they were too wrapped up in each other. They were in position as ordered, but Keira had her head tilted back on Julian’s shoulder and he was kissing down the side of her neck. Then he paused to whisper something in her ear, and she smiled.

  You’ll never have that.

  Self-doubt and jealousy ate at him.

  He’d never be that for them. Tenderness and care weren’t in his vocabulary. He’d never been shown such things so how would he know how to give them?

  You should just leave. You’ll never belong.

  He clenched his hands into fists. He wasn’t giving up that easily. Besides, he did have things he could give them. His money. His protection. His rule.

  He strode into the room like he owned it and picked up his pants, pulling out his wallet so he could grab the condoms he had in there.

  He was gratified to notice they both turned to watch him, their gazes hungry yet wary. He placed one of the condoms on his cock then he crawled up between his girl’s legs once more. They were plump and pale and so fucking delicious. He settled in close to her pussy. Julian’s cock was firmly wedged inside her passage and he moved on instinct, cupping the man’s balls gently and running his tongue over the base of his cock.

  “Holy fuck,” Julian whispered.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered him.

  “Christ. Shit. Fuck.”

  Keira let out a quiet giggle that turned into a groan as he ran his tongue from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit. Then he repeated the process. Julian’s balls were full. Tight. He had to be in fucking pain and yet he didn’t move.

  He was being very good. Cole moved his tongue around Keira’s pussy, lapping at her, exploring her before settling his tongue against her clit and tapping the underside.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  He circled her clit as he lightly massaged Julian’s balls. The other man let out a deep groan. He pulled back to look up at him. Hmm, perhaps he should have plugged his ass as well. He didn’t know how much experience the other man had with anal play, though. They needed to have that conversation.

  Later. Much later.

  Right now, he needed to get this show moving before he came.

  “You’ve taken her ass with your cock before?” he asked Julian.

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” Satisfaction filled him. Then he looked at Keira. “You may come whenever you like. Julian, play with her tits but don’t come yet.”

  The other man groaned, deep and long.

  “It will be worth it.” He rose up and leaned in, kissed the other man, letting him taste Keira on his t
ongue.

  “Shit. Shit. I don’t even need to touch my clit, I think I’m going to come,” Keira muttered.

  Cole leaned back with a grin as he found Julian flushed and panting. Then he returned to Keira’s pussy. Christ, with such a delightful smorgasbord on offer it was hard to know what to take first. He swirled his tongue around her tight bud of nerves then flicked it carefully. Slowly. Then faster. Harder. She let out a cry, and Julian groaned as she came around him.

  Cole licked her gently, bringing her back down before he rose and kissed Julian again. The other man had his eyes closed; his head thrown back, but his fingers were playing with his wife’s nipples. Cole nibbled at his lower lip then when he parted his lips, he dove in.

  His kiss was possessive. Commanding. And Julian met him thrust for thrust. Then, drawing back, he moved immediately to Keira, kissing her. Such a contrast. His girl was soft. Sweet. Gentle. He had to pull back slightly from being too rough. Both needed a different sort of touch. And he was just the man to give them what they required.

  He stared down into Keira’s dazed eyes. “Good?”

  “Oh, yes,” she sighed with a smile. “So good.”

  “Now it’s time to please both of your men, are you ready?” He knew he shouldn’t really call himself her man. Not yet. But her face lit up at his words, so he figured she didn’t mind. And the words had just rolled off his tongue.

  He laid on his back, nearly falling over the edge of the bed.

  “Come ride me, Keira.”

  Cole glanced over at the other man. “Once Keira is situated, you’ll remove the plug and take her ass.”

  Julian nodded but there was an answering hunger in his gaze. Oh, yeah, he was completely on board with Cole’s plan.

  “Oh, hell, I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” she asked as she straddled his lap. He wrapped her hair in his hand and brought her face down to his so he could kiss her then grinned as he tugged her head back. “Yes, you are. Now put me inside you. I have to feel you surrounding me.”

  She reached down for him, guiding him inside her. Christ, she was so snug. He didn’t know if it was the plug or not, but he had to grit his teeth against the soft, tight feel of her.

  Don’t come. Don’t come.