“Now wait a minute.” Zak jiggled the ice in his drink. “I didn’t say I’d share fair and square.”
“A heart isn’t always fair and just with its love.” Dallas kissed her and lifted her to him, dying to love on her then, willing Zak to just let him have his way with her for a day or two so he could soothe away the angst, the need and desire ripping through his system like a disease only she could cure.
He sat on the edge of the couch and brought her to stand in front of him. He kissed her belly, loving her fresh scent—a mix of deodorant soap, vanilla lotion, and her arousal. He pressed his fingers through her folds, looking up at her and loving the way her head fell back and that little whimper left her lips.
God help him, he was falling for this woman. He wanted to own her as much as Zak had said he, too, wanted to own her. And he wasn’t sure if that was even possible. Could two Doms share a woman in ownership and love while asking for her complete submission, for her full subservient behavior at all times?
“I want to get nasty with you,” Dallas whispered, running his finger between her intimate lips and pushing two digits high inside her. “Would you like that, Drina?”
She blushed and he could’ve sworn he’d never seen anything quite so beautiful before. “I’d love it if you’d show me how nasty you can be with me.”
Without pausing then, he scooped her up and carried her to bed. Once there, he spread her legs and made himself right at home between them.
First, he licked her from center to clit. Then, he devoured her pussy like a man who was starved to death. And finally, he threw her legs over his back and tucked his hands under her ass, bringing her forward so he could just have his way with her from front to back.
Flattening his tongue against her small pulsing hole, he loved the way the outer ring became swollen, wider with more pressure from his tongue. She ground against his face then, sighing out in pure erotic pleasure as he licked her hole and fingered her, too.
By the time he was ready to mount her, Zak had entered the bedroom. Zak could claim he was a masochist all he wanted. Dallas would gladly let him have a seat on the sidelines anytime he needed to claim his position there, but Dallas wouldn’t play by those rules.
He didn’t believe turnabout was fair play. Their primary relationship as a threesome still housed independent relationships within and Dallas had no intention of forfeiting what he wanted with a woman—specifically Drina—in exchange for following Zak’s guidelines or rules.
At the moment, Dallas wanted to love on a woman. He wanted to stroke her with dedicated enthusiasm, fuck her with unharnessed control and just ride the hell out of one beautiful little lady.
“You can’t come yet,” Zak told her, brushing long strands of hair from her face before kissing her forehead.
“You can come whenever you want,” Dallas said, testing her as much as Zak.
“That won’t work,” Zak ground out.
“You’re the one who wanted to sit this one out,” Dallas reminded him, unwilling to argue about this.
Towering over her, he caught a glimpse of her open hand at her side. He lowered himself to her, resting his cock in her palm and eating up the sight of her as she closed her fingers around his dick and pumped him.
His thighs tightened right along with his ass cheeks. She pushed her hand up and down, working with his arousal, driving him mad, making his crazy.
And Dallas wasn’t the only one.
Zak liked watching.
He’d been on the outside looking in more times than he could count and he’d known lust, to an extent. In the past, he’d enjoyed sitting out and watching someone else fuck his date or the woman he’d taken to a party. This, however, wasn’t a date. He wasn’t a guest at a damned party.
Dallas was loving on his woman and he’d worked her over pretty well. When he’d sucked the tender flesh around her hole, Dallas had hit a sweet spot, one Zak wouldn’t have guessed as being a weak point for Drina.
In fact, he never would’ve thought about her letting a man go down, way down, on her in front of another. The act itself was personal, but having a witness, particularly a committed partner nearby…damn if that wasn’t sexy.
Dallas kissed a trail up and down her leg, taking his time and loving her right. As Zak reclaimed his spot in a nearby chair he thought about the idea of sharing Drina on an ongoing basis. Didn’t he want her to feel love and be loved well? Hadn’t he promised to do everything in his power to make her happy?”
He noticed the silly little grin on her face. Damn if she wasn’t happy now.
Her fists balled in the sheets and she ground her pussy against Dallas’s mouth. Up and down, she rose and fell, her ragged breaths now falling in short spurts.
“More?” Dallas asked, pausing right above her mound and blowing on her clit.
“God yes,” she whimpered, shivering all over.
Dallas slapped her pussy and the wallop made Zak as hard as nails. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the various sounds then—her light whimpers, those subtle moans, the throaty masculine sounds from Dallas, the feminine hitches in Drina’s short breaths, another slap or two to her bare waxed mound and then…
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Oh God!”
Zak sat forward, surprised to find Drina over Dallas’s lap. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Little vixen tried to push my head down between her legs again.”
“Hmm,” Zak said, winking at Drina and paying close attention to the wink she shot him in return. He stepped closer to the bed and ran his finger across her bottom lip, suspecting she’d pull the single digit between her lips and suck the tip.
She didn’t disappoint. Taking advantage of the situation, Zak then knelt beside them and spread her cheeks. “So you enjoyed it when Dallas’s tongue was here?” He pushed the moistened digit against her hole and wiggled his finger high inside her rear passage.
“Yes.” Her response seemed torn from her chest.
He wiggled his finger and bumped his knuckles against her bottom. “Do you like it when you’re fucked here, Drina?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and it was then when he realized Drina hadn’t been addressing him properly. He’d watch for that mistake again in the future because the more mistakes she made, the more punishments she’d receive, which would lead to more satisfying rewards.
“I want to fuck you here,” he said, screwing his finger in and out. “When your training is complete, I’ll take you here.”
She shivered at his promise and Dallas laughed. “I won’t make you wait for graduation.”
“I didn’t think you would,” she said, reaching under her body and grabbing hold of his cock.
Seeing an opportunity to inflict angst upon himself, he stretched out on the bed and said, “On your knees in front of Dallas, sub. I want to watch you give him head.”
“I won’t argue with you there,” Dallas said, relaxing on his elbows.
Drina used Dallas’s legs and situated herself between his thighs. Then, she used her hands and cradled his cock, massaging his length with both hands before dropping her head over his groin. She bobbed up and down, giving him an aggressive blowjob while watching Dallas intently, seemingly gauging how fast or slow she should go.
The pace changed and Dallas stood. He placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her to his cock. She rose to the tip, flattened her tongue across the slit and dragged it painfully slow, enough to make Zak agonize over the act. He wanted that sensation then. He longed to feel her wicked tongue ruining him for other lovers, for anyone in the future or any memory of a woman in his past.
“Can I suck your cock until you come, Sir?”
“You can do whatever you want when you’re down on your knees in front of me,” Dallas replied, forever that rough and rowdy cowboy.
“Promise?” She looped her tongue around his crest and drew him between her cheeks again. She paused for a moment, dipped her finger in the moisture slippi
ng from his slit, and then sucked her finger. Zak could see the next play coming from a mile away.
She then went at Dallas’s cock like she couldn’t wait to have him grinding against the back of her throat, splashing his cum against her tonsils, and spilling his seed inside her mouth. Dallas’s stance changed. He thrust between her lips like he was fucking her pussy instead of her mouth.
Ten or twelve thrusts later, he hollered out her name and threw his hips front to back. Drina used a squatted position and held onto his thigh with one hand while tucking the other under his balls. In a matter of a second or two, Dallas’s eyes flew open and his body shivered. “God yeah! Um, fuck!”
He shook his hips and drove his cock down her throat, holding her face to his groin as he shuddered and laughed, his short and broken breaths evidence of the pleasure he’d found in one hot-as-hell suck. “You are somethin’ else.” He pulled her to her feet and dragged his thumb across her bottom lip before he kissed her. When their lips parted, he looked at Zak and said, “You still gonna watch?”
“That’s the plan.”
“You were asked,” Dallas said, pushing her back against the mattress and assaulting her breasts with a hungry mouth.
Zak wasn’t sure what he’d expected exactly. They’d fucked her together earlier in the evening and the sex had been phenomenal. It hadn’t bothered him to share her with Dallas, but now as he observed his brother topping the woman he loved and thrusting inside her like a renegade without a cause, he recognized a slight problem.
She was giving Dallas her complete and undivided attention. Her eyes were on him as he long-fucked her with agonizingly deep thrusts.
“Fuck her from behind,” Zak said, halfway expecting Dallas to tell him to go to hell.
Instead, he smirked, pulled out, and they spooned like familiar lovers before he threw his leg over hers and entered her pussy from behind.
Zak stared at the point of penetration, finding it sexy as hell to have a front row seat to an incredibly erotic show. The hazy look of lust marked its place in her eyes and she mouthed to him, “I love you. I love you.”
At the same time, she placed her right hand on Dallas’s hip, pushing against him as she seemingly encouraged him to screw her faster and deeper. And in a matter of minutes, her lips were slightly parted, her eyes were heavy, and her body went into multiple tremors.
“More, harder, faster.” Her mouth fell open and her eyes closed. “Right there. Ah God! Yes! There. Stroke it hard. Hmm. Yes!”
Dallas cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple. And when he couldn’t quite reach the sweet spot she clearly wanted him to stroke, he flipped her to the bed facedown and grabbed hold of her hips. Driving inside her pussy then, he fucked her like a lust-powered machine, matching each one of her yelps with cries of his own.
By the time they finished, Zak was horny as hell, but he made an oath to wait. An oath he knew he’d eventually break.
Chapter Twelve
“Well if you don’t look like something the cat drug in,” Gemma said, stirring her coffee with a spoon when Drina entered the house the next day.
“Did you just get up?”
“Yes,” Gemma replied, holding her head. “I didn’t go to bed until four.”
“Why so late?” Drina held up her hand. “I don’t think I want to know.”
“He’s a sweet guy, Drina.”
“Hales seems sweet. I don’t know him that well.”
“He didn’t lay a hand on me,” Gemma said, holding up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a scout and that’s not so hard for me to believe.” Drina hopped on the breakfast bar and studied her sister. It was heartbreaking to see her drinking so much. She was starting to look older than her age and she was ill and bitter often. Life hadn’t been necessarily kind to anyone with the last name Baldini but then again, things could’ve been worse. She knew for a fact Trixie, their second cousin, had had her share of heartaches. Sure, everything had worked out well for her in the end, but for a while, one of the men that she loved was in prison and married to a complete lunatic.
“So how was your night?”
Drina felt as if her entire persona gave away the details of her incredible evening. “Pretty awesome.”
Gemma pointed at her neck. “I see he collared you.”
Drina’s nipples hardened just at the thought. She wondered now if that was part of the appeal in the collar. “Do Doms collar their subs because they know they’ll be reminded of them often when someone asks about the collar?”
“Hell if I know,” Gemma said, tilting her head at her neck. “That’s a training collar. Isn’t it?”
“How’d you know?”
She shrugged. “Training collars are typically more expensive. The collars of consideration aren’t always that fancy. Plus, he has an infinity sign there in the middle. To me that says he’s pretty committed to you. Must be nice.”
“It is,” Drina said, studying Gemma. “You know, Gemma, you can find happiness, too.”
“You mean there’s more room over there at the arms dealers’ farm?”
“They don’t run guns anymore.”
“Apparently they do. If nothing else, Dad’s stunt should’ve exposed the Blaziers. They have no intentions of getting out of guns, just like the McDowell brothers will always make moonshine and meth. Once a worm gets in an apple, it’s always ruined no matter how you peel and slice it.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Drina couldn’t help but notice Gemma’s sad eyes. “You’re in love with them.”
“The McDowells?” She clucked. “Yep. I sure am.”
“Then why did you let Hales bring you home last night?”
Gemma shrugged. “Because he acted interested. It was nice to have someone around who might be a caring friend later on in life.”
“And you need friends now. Is that it?”
“Coco isn’t here. Brianna’s fellas keep her out of town—and don’t get me wrong, I’m glad because it’s much safer if she stays away from this place—and you’ll be moving over to the Blazier farm soon. Nory lives with the Cartwells.” She looked around the kitchen as if she saw a decade or two of memories. “It’s just me and the ghosts who live here now.”
“Gemma, you don’t have to settle in life. You don’t have to settle for the McDowells or anyone like them.”
“I. Love. Them.” She rose to her feet and slung her coffee in the sink. Then, she set her mug on the counter and stormed upstairs.
About that time, the phone rang.
“Hello?” Drina pressed the speaker option and went to the refrigerator. “Hello?”
“Hey, Drina! It’s Nory.”
“Hey, kiddo. How are you?” She rummaged through the refrigerator until she located some ham and cheese.
“I’m great. Everything is fine. I saw Dad. He looks real good.” She immediately told grand tales about how he’d taken her shopping, spent all this time with her, and how much fun they’d had. “We had to be very careful in order to spend time together. Isn’t that great? He went to so much trouble just to see me, Drina!”
Gemma crept back downstairs and glared at the phone as Nory told about her adventures. Drina shook her head at Gemma, willing her not to say anything. Nory was still a young lady with grand illusions about their father. Why spoil her teenage years by telling her the truth about dear old Dad?
“I’m glad you had fun,” Drina said.
Gemma looked as if she were on the verge of telling all. Instead, she said, “Hey, Nory. It’s Gemma.”
“Hey, Gemma! I miss and love you and Drina so much. Maybe I can come for a visit this summer. What do you think?”
“I think that would be great,” Gemma replied, tears welling in her eyes. “We’ll plan on it. K?”
“Deal. Love you both!”
“We love you, too, kiddo,” Drina said, disconnecting the call. A minute later, she returned the cordless phone to the cradle. “Thank you, Gemma.”
“I don’t know, Gem. I’d like to think she’ll find some good in this world. I did.”
“You’re delusional.” Gemma’s lip curled. “But sometimes women like us are a product of our upbringing. Mom was neurotic and Dad knew it. She lived in her pretentious world, thinking we had all these luxuries because we deserved them. Dad had worked hard for them.” Gemma laughed. “I remember her saying, ‘The wealthy here in this town have dirty hands and filthy minds. They spend most of their waking hours trying to figure out how they can earn their next million and they don’t care who they hurt’ and she was right.”
“I hate that you’re so jaded. Obviously, you’ve been hanging out with the wrong people.” Drina crossed her arms. “And maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if you and Hales spent some time together. He’s a good guy. Regardless of what you think, the Blazier brothers are a strong and stable family. They lost three brothers and a mother to the gun business. If you think they’re doing anything illegal, you’re wrong.”
* * * *
Zak slapped his hands together and brushed the dust from his gloves. “That should be the last of it.”
“I hope so,” Brandon said. “I don’t want any other close calls around here and as long as we’re involved with Baldinis, we’ll always have to look over our shoulders.”
“Don’t let Coco hear you say that,” Zak said. “She and Drina are both paranoid that they’re bringing down too much heat on our family.”
“This should put their minds at ease. With the guns off the property, we’ll all rest a little easier.”
“You’re telling me,” Zak said, slapping Brandon on the back and walking in the barn.
Dallas was seated on one of the ATVs fiddling with his phone. “Did you guys get the guns taken care of?”
“Sure did,” Zak replied, feeling like it was a good day to celebrate.
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