Without Restraint
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2015
2016
Without Restraint
A Devil’s Playground novella
Nicole Edwards
Table of Contents
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Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
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Without Restraint – A Devil’s Playground novella is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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1
Tuesday night
“DON’T MOVE,” MICAH Fontenot groaned softly.
The body beneath his was warm, solid. Almost enough but not quite…
“Deeper, Micah,” Hayden growled roughly, his fingers linking with Micah’s as Micah held on to him, grounding him in the moment.
Micah wasn’t sure he could go much deeper. He was lodged to the hilt in Hayden’s phenomenal body, the same way he’d been for the past three fucking months. And though the sex was fucking fantastic, it was never enough.
Micah rolled his hips forward, pressing his lips against the back of Hayden’s neck, enjoying the sultry, spicy scent of the man.
“Yes,” Hayden hissed. “More.”
Micah rested his forehead on Hayden’s shoulder as he lifted his hips and pushed forward again, Hayden’s ass gripping his dick.
“Need more,” Micah mumbled, hating that he did.
What he and Hayden had … it was sensational. For the most part, it was completely physical, and the sex was off the charts. Day, night. Didn’t matter when or where, they could fuck like teenagers and Micah would never get enough of the man, but at the same time, he never got enough of... Of what, he had no fucking clue. He needed something more. Something more than Hayden could give him.
And Micah fucking hated himself for that. Hated that he was different, that he couldn’t be content with the good thing he had going.
Suddenly, the solid body beneath his was shifting. Micah’s dick dislodged from Hayden’s ass, and the next thing he knew, he was flat on his stomach with Hayden’s weight on top of him, pushing him into the mattress.
“Don’t move,” Hayden warned, nipping Micah’s ear, the weight of him straddling Micah’s thighs. “Gonna make this good for you.”
Micah took deep breaths, lying there in the darkened hotel room, waiting for whatever the fuck Hayden would do to him. It was always like this. They started out hot and heavy, but halfway through, Micah’s brain kicked in, ruining the moment and screwing shit up for them both.
Hayden’s warmth disappeared momentarily, then returned in all its exquisite glory. Only this time, Micah could tell Hayden had sheathed himself with a condom and was beginning to prepare Micah’s ass with his fingers.
“Oh, yes,” Micah moaned, pushing his hips back against the intrusion.
Hayden teased for long seconds, but then his cock breached Micah’s ass, pushing in slowly, stretching him perfectly.
“This what you need?” Hayden whispered in the dark. “You need my dick in your ass?”
Micah nodded. He needed that and more, but Hayden already knew that.
“Or how about my dick in your ass while your dick’s lodged in a sweet, wet pussy? Is that what you want?”
Aww, fuck. The visual that created made Micah’s dick jump to attention. The thought of fucking a sweet, willing woman while Hayden fucked him… It was his fantasy. The only thing he could think about these days. He knew he was warped and twisted because he couldn’t find what he needed in only one person, but he couldn’t deny it. He was bisexual. He craved a man and a woman. Only he wanted them at the same fucking time.
“God, yes,” Hayden groaned, pumping his hips, filling Micah’s ass. “I want a woman between us,” he continued. “I want to watch while she rides your dick and I fuck your mouth, Micah.”
Micah’s dick twitched, blood rushing faster through his veins.
“And I want to fuck her at the same time you do. Both of us … lodged deep inside her… Can you imagine that, Micah?”
Fuck yes, he could. He could and he did. All the fucking time.
Hayden began fucking Micah deeper, making him moan as he imagined what it would be like for a woman to be right there with them. He’d slept with his fair share of both men and women in his lifetime, but never had he had the pleasure of two at once. Considering he lived in Sin Cit
y, it would’ve been so easy for him to do, but he’d held off, scared he’d get addicted to it, that he would never be satisfied one on one again. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe he’d thought about it too much already.
“That’s it, baby,” Hayden rumbled against his ear. “Think about your mouth on that sweet pussy while I drill your ass with my dick. You want that?”
“Yes…” Micah pressed his hips back, forcing Hayden deeper. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
“Or how about she eats your ass while I suck your dick? Both of us driving you wild with our mouths. That what you want?”
“Oh, God.” Micah’s body hummed. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
But he got the feeling that had been Hayden’s plan all along.
2
HAYDEN WELLINGTON DID his absolute best not to come too soon, but it wasn’t easy. The way Micah’s ass clasped his dick … the sensations were so fucking good it hurt.
But he held back because he knew all too well what Micah was going through, even if Micah didn’t quite understand it himself. It was one of the things that had attracted Hayden to the man from the beginning. Ever since Micah and his twin brother, Isaiah, started managing Devil’s Playground a few years ago, Hayden had been attracted to him. Fiercely.
Initially, he’d managed to keep his distance because they worked together. Being that they both handled security for Devil’s Playground and for the big boss when he came into town, Hayden hadn’t wanted to make things weird.
Turned out that attraction was mutual, so keeping his hands to himself hadn’t been necessary.
“Fuck me, Hayden. Now!” Micah bellowed.
Hayden gripped Micah’s hips and pulled him up onto his knees, allowing for better leverage. With one hand cupping Micah’s shoulder, Hayden began fucking him. Hard. Slamming home, retreating, slamming in again. Over and over he fucked them both into oblivion, never stopping. He tried to mutter the things he knew Micah wanted to hear … all the fantasies Hayden had already played out in his head a million times. It usually worked for Micah, but he knew one day, the fantasies wouldn’t be enough. For either of them.
At some point, they would have to find something more, something real that could sate all of their urges. Hayden wouldn’t deny that being with Micah was phenomenal, but it wasn’t enough. So damn close, just not quite…
“Stroke your dick,” Hayden commanded. “Imagine a woman’s hot fucking mouth wrapped around it, sucking hard while I pound your ass.”
“Oh, fuck … Hay… Oh, shit…”
“That’s it, baby. I want you to come for me.”
Hayden doubled his efforts, chasing his own release while Micah continued fighting for his own.
“One of these days…” Hayden slammed his hips hard against Micah’s ass. “We’re gonna find that woman who can handle both of us. And when we do … it’ll be just the three of us.”
“Fuck!” Micah cried out, his body jerking as he came, triggering Hayden’s release.
Stilling his hips, he leaned over Micah as his dick pulsed, filling the condom. They both collapsed onto the bed in a heap of sweaty limbs, but Hayden didn’t pull away. He rolled to the side, keeping one arm over Micah as they caught their breath.
It’d been three months since they’d started this exclusive fucking thing. It wasn’t as though they’d planned it; things had merely worked out that way, and it worked for them. Considering how long they’d known each other, and the few random one-nighters they’d had over the years, it only made sense. Not to mention, Hayden had developed feelings for Micah long ago. He wasn’t sure the same could be said in reverse, yet he held out hope.
Micah wasn’t the type to talk about his feelings. Fantasies, sure. Desires, yes. But emotions were off-limits. Instead, they focused on fetishes and needs, both of them admitting that they wanted and needed the same thing. It worked for them.
But in the last few weeks, he’d noticed Micah’s growing agitation. He’d always been dark and brooding, but ever since Micah’s twin brother, Isaiah, had fallen in love, Micah had been pulling away. Not necessarily from Hayden, more so from everyone in general. Those sexy smiles that had once been a prominent fixture on Micah’s face had all but disappeared. It was as though Micah was always lost in his own head. Always.
And Hayden knew why.
Unfortunately, he also knew that until they found that woman who could handle being with both of them … at the same time … this would be all they had.
And, like Micah, Hayden had already started wanting more.
3
Saturday night
LINDY WEATHERFORD WALKED into the VIP section of Devil’s Playground a little after ten on Saturday night. Due to Vegas’s lenient smoking laws, there was a thin haze of smoke throughout, while red lights glowed from the corners. The music was sexy, a deep, throbbing bass that Lindy could feel vibrating in her belly. The overall vibe was sensual, mysterious. This area was vastly different from the club downstairs, which had strobe lights galore and sweaty, writhing bodies crammed together throughout.
Nope, up here, the bodies weren’t touching out of necessity, they were touching because they wanted to. And oh, boy, were they touching.
Trying not to stare, Lindy glanced around the room. The ambience was intriguing. The thump of the music reverberated off the walls, but it remained low enough that people could talk without yelling. Her eyes moved toward the bar, where she noticed waitresses getting drinks to deliver to the various guests.
Squinting, Lindy took stock of the people closest to her. She was supposed to be meeting friends, but based on their apparent absence, they’d long ago ditched her for whatever or whomever. Had her friends not insisted on coming here, Lindy knew she would’ve never ventured into this scene. Heck, she almost felt out of place.
It wasn’t the first time she’d been stood up by her friends, Lindy thought. At twenty-nine, she had spent more than one evening alone at her cramped apartment, doing nothing more than vegging on the couch and watching Netflix. In fact, it was her preferred evening activity after spending the day crunching numbers.
Well, before The Talk, that was.
Her best friend, Tabitha, had kindly informed her that Lindy was quickly getting older and she’d become that humdrum friend other friends didn’t want to call to go out. Unfortunately, Lindy hadn’t been able to come up with anything in her defense because … well, because she had become that friend.
It had been a wake-up call, sure.
Maneuvering through the groups of people lingering on wide, black leather couches, Lindy looked for an empty seat. She probably wouldn’t stay long, but she owed it to herself to at least have a drink and wait to see if her friends had in fact ditched her. She seriously doubted she was the first to arrive, but stranger things had happened.
If Lindy was as boring as Tabitha claimed, she wouldn’t put it past them to have made their way to one of the other clubs on the strip.
Perhaps they were merely freshening up in the ladies’ room. Doubtful but possible.
Lindy wasn’t worried about being popular, but she damn sure didn’t want to be that friend. Always the one to tell it like it is, Tabitha had harped on the subject until Lindy had no choice but to take a good long look at herself in the proverbial mirror.
Seriously, Lindy. The only thing left for you to do is get a cat and some support hose. Then you’ll be right at home with the geriatric set.
Yep, Tabitha had a way of saying what was on her mind.
Turned out, Tabitha was right.
So, when Lindy had taken an introspective look at herself, what she found looking back at her was a woman who had absolutely zero stories to tell. While her friends went on and on about this adventure or that, Lindy was always the one listening in. She didn’t even have a one-night-stand story to share. The only sex she’d ever had had taken place in a semi-committed relationship, at least. And even those had been few and far between.
Seriously, how hard could a one-night
stand be? A little talking, some making out, a nice roll in the sheets. That was doable. Then, Lindy could get back to her humdrum life, but at least she’d have a story to tell over wine with the girls.
Oddly enough, that was the one thing she’d focused on since her conversation with Tabitha. She wanted to have a one-night stand. She wanted to let loose at least once. She wanted to do the dreaded walk of shame in the morning, then go back to the real world and surround herself with the wealth of boring she’d accumulated over the years.
Lindy stopped walking, peering around again. She glanced in the farthest corner, but there weren’t any empty spots. Every inch of seating was occupied by…
Wait.
The red lights from above shined down on the various occupants, most of which were…
Oh, my God. They weren’t simply touching; they were… Was that girl topless? And was she…?
What the fuck was this place?
It wasn’t a strip club; she knew that much. Which meant these people were doing these things willingly to one another. In public. Holy moly.
A warm body pressed up against her back and Lindy’s spine stiffened.
“Looking for someone?”
The deep, rich baritone rumbled in her ear, drowning out the sultry bass beat echoing off the walls.
“I think I’m in the wrong place,” she replied, pivoting slowly and taking a small step back to put some space between herself and the man who owned the deep voice.
Holy shit.
Piercing brown eyes set in a face that could only be described as beautiful stared back at her. His dark brown hair was a little long on top, reflecting the red glow that filled the space. His thick eyebrows arched up as his mesmerizing eyes slowly perused her face.
Lindy suddenly felt underdressed in the skimpy black dress and four-inch heels, although she clearly had on more than some of these women here.
“I was…” She fought the urge to look around her. She was fairly certain some of these strangers were having sex while she stood only a few feet away. “I was supposed to meet some friends.”
“Supposed to?” he rumbled.
Lindy nodded. “Looks like they’ve already left.”
The guy didn’t say anything, but his eyes continued to linger on her face. He never looked down, his gaze never drifting farther than her lips anyway. It was a little off-putting but nice at the same time. Most guys would’ve been focused on her breasts at this point. Not this guy. He seemed to be studying her.
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