Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Book 7)

by Nicole Edwards

  This time, when she closed her fingers around my cock, I didn’t stop her. When her eyes lifted to my face, I ensured she saw the danger in my gaze, the promise of what was to come if she continued down this path.

  “Can I ask you something without pissing you off?”

  My eyes narrowed. “Depends on what it is.”

  “Do you always share women with your brother?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do women fall in love with both of you at the same time?”

  “It’s not about love,” I explained.

  Seemingly bothered by my response, she rinsed her hands.

  I could feel the distance growing between us. Although she was willing to explore this, Heaven didn’t understand how to keep sex and love separate. As was the case for many people, it was one and the same for her. But that wasn’t how I saw things. I’d been in this lifestyle for so long I’d come to expect those I encountered to get it.

  But Heaven wasn’t a submissive. She didn’t understand that playing was part of the game. A way for two souls to interact on an intimate level.

  Perhaps by the time I was through with her, she’d realize there was more out there than falling in love.

  I shut the water off, stepped out, and grabbed a towel. Rather than dry myself, I took my time running the cotton over her curves, drying every inch before wrapping her in it.

  “I won’t make promises I can’t keep,” I told her. “But I can give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.”

  She nodded, her green eyes glittering. “I know.”

  “Is that what you want? If it’s not, I won’t hold it against you.”

  I thought for a moment that she wasn’t going to answer, but finally Heaven nodded. “It’s what I want.”

  I smiled, ensured she saw my approval. “Good. Then get in the bed and wait for me.”

  I waited until she slipped out of the bathroom before I grabbed another towel, dried myself off. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror and paused there. I couldn’t help but think about Everly. She understood this lifestyle, likely knew that what I wanted from Heaven was simply sex. But did she understand what I wanted from her? That I was willing to play a game with her friend if it meant I’d have the chance to spend time with her?

  The last thing I wanted was to hurt anyone, but right now, I needed the distraction more than ever.

  Dropping the towel, I marched into the bedroom, set my gaze on Heaven. “No clothing allowed in the bed, either. That includes towels.”

  Without hesitation, she stripped it off, tossed it to me before sliding beneath the blankets.

  “No blankets, either,” I informed her, grinning. “I want to see you.”

  “You’re terrible.”

  I brushed her hair back from her face. “Baby, you have no idea.”

  Easing her back, I trailed my hands over her skin, touching every part of her. Neck, shoulders, arms. I glided my hands over her chest, watching her face for clues as to what she enjoyed most.

  After teasing her breasts, I paused for a moment, snagged a condom from the nightstand. As I rolled it on, she stared at me, watching my every movement.

  And when I joined her on the bed, she seemed to think I was going to sink inside her. I had to smile because it was obvious she’d been with the wrong men if she thought that was the only pleasure we were after. The condom was necessary because I had no intentions of stopping later and ruining the moment. However, I wasn’t even close to fucking her with my cock. That would come. In time.

  I easily shifted her on the bed, making my way between her thighs. With my hands on her knees, I stared down at her even as I began moving them toward her torso, effectively opening her pussy, giving me an unobstructed view of those glistening pink folds.

  “You’re wet for me.”

  She inhaled sharply but didn’t reply.

  Didn’t matter. It wasn’t a question. I could see the evidence of her arousal for myself.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy,” I informed her simply because I liked the verbal exchange. “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “No.”

  I smiled at the rasp in her voice.

  “And once I make you come with my tongue, I’m going to watch you ride my dick.”

  Her eyes widened, lips parted.

  “Is that what you want?”

  Heaven nodded.

  “Say it aloud.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” I met her gaze, held it. “But when I’m done, I’m going back to my bed. Alone. That’s the only way this works.”

  She seemed surprised, whether from my honesty or the words themselves, I wasn’t sure. Didn’t matter. I would only be truthful with her. And something told me Heaven needed that.

  “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you still want this?”

  Her eyes locked on mine. “I definitely want this.”

  It was then that I showed Heaven the hunger that lurked within. I wasn’t gentle as I positioned her to my liking, bending her in half, diving between her legs like I was starved. I didn’t rush, licking and sucking, thrusting, teasing. All the while I took my cues from her urgent pleas and the rough tug on my hair. It took far less time than I’d intended to give before she was coming, her back arching off the bed, thighs gripping my head as she came undone.

  Before I could dive back in for a second helping of her lovely cunt, Heaven took the reins. I chuckled when she tried to flip me over, giving in to the pressure she applied to my torso and rolling to my back. I’d barely had time to get flat when she was on me, straddling my hips and guiding my cock to the heat of her.

  I groaned, forcing my eyes to remain open, refusing to let my thoughts drift elsewhere. There was a part of me that wished she was Everly, but I refused to give it any attention because Heaven deserved better than that. I’d told her how this would work, and she had accepted it. The least I could do was stay right here with her.

  “Ian!”

  “Ride me,” I growled. “Fuck me, Heaven. Take what you need.”

  Her movements were jerky as she rocked on my cock, attempting to gain a rhythm that seemed just out of reach. I assisted, gripping her hips and stilling her momentarily.

  “Put your hands on my chest.”

  She did.

  “Now lift and lower yourself on me. Take my cock as deep as you can.”

  Heaven closed her eyes, doing what I said. I moved my grip to her hands, holding them to my chest as she found a pace that worked for her. Before long, she was dropping down on my dick, driving me deep inside her. I could feel that tell-tale tingle as her warm pussy milked me, the warning that my orgasm wasn’t far off. I held out, letting her take what she wanted.

  “Come on my cock,” I urged, feeling her way her pussy fluttered over me.

  “Ian!”

  Ah, yes. Just like that.

  I remained beneath her as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Only when her upper body relaxed did I roll her beneath me and pound into her, taking my own pleasure from her body. But it wasn’t all about me. I worked her right to the edge once more, driving her over with my thumb on her clit. When she came that time, it was with a strangled sigh.

  Then … only then did I find my release.

  I draped her knees over my forearms and held myself over her, pounding into her, filling her, stretching her. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as she took every inch of me inside, her breaths being driven from her with every punishing thrust. But she took me like a champ, even if she remained far too quiet for my taste.

  “Fuck … I’m—” Yep, I was coming.

  My hips slammed forward one final time. As my cock jerked, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Everly’s body I was coming deep inside.

  Needless to say, I wasn’t proud of that moment.

  NINE

  Dante

  Monday, May 27, 2019

  By the time everyone stumbled out of the
ir hidey-holes the following morning, I was finished stretching, ready to hit the pavement.

  Ian arrived first, Isaac close behind.

  “The girls?” I asked, already knowing their answer.

  “Asleep,” they said at the same time.

  I grinned. “You don’t know how many times they offered to run with me and wouldn’t get out of bed.”

  “Well, we’ll keep you company.” Ian smirked. “If you can keep up.”

  “I can hold my own.”

  “If you can make it back before us, you can cook breakfast.”

  I grinned. “Yeah?”

  “Yup. And if we make it back first, you can cook breakfast naked.”

  “Hope you’re not making bacon,” Isaac said as he headed for the back door.

  I fell into step as we walked up the hill to the road. From what I could tell, there was a relatively good amount of land allocated to each of the properties, but the houses were relatively close together considering.

  “I feel at a disadvantage since I don’t know the route,” I admitted, glancing to my left, then my right.

  “Keep up,” Ian said, his eyes sliding over me. “Or don’t. I happen to be quite fond of that ass. Don’t mind ogling it a little before breakfast.”

  His comment sent a bolt of heat through me, both unexpected and welcome. While Ian and I had shared those few minutes in the basement yesterday, he hadn’t made any advances since.

  “Five miles,” Isaac stated, pulling his leg back and stretching his quad. He motioned toward my watch. “Route’s up to you if you can’t keep up.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I made it back to the house in thirty-seven minutes, with five-point-one miles logged. A personal best, which had me smiling when I walked in through the back door, intending to have breakfast ready by the time the twin Doms arrived.

  “You made it,” Isaac said, downing a bottle of water as he stood at the kitchen island.

  He was covered in sweat, his hair slicked back, his breaths returning to normal.

  “What was your time?” I asked, glancing between them.

  “Twenty-nine,” Ian said with a shit-eating grin.

  “No way.”

  He passed over his phone. There on the screen was the GPS of his route including the time and distance.

  “Son of a bitch,” I grumbled, curling over and placing my hands on my thighs.

  “So you have met our mother?” Ian teased, but the look on his face said he wasn’t really joking.

  “Can I grab a shower, Sir?” I aimed the question at Ian.

  “Of course. Just remember to leave the clothes behind when you return.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to join you,” Isaac said.

  As I started toward the guest room, I learned he’d meant that literally. I thought he was going to do the same, only in his shower. A tremor of awareness skated down my spine, warming my already overheated body.

  “Unless you have a problem with that,” he stated as I slowed my pace.

  “Not at all, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  He began stripping as soon as we stepped into the guest suite bathroom, which was more like some fancy spa. They’d gone all out in the house, from the rooms I’d seen. But mine especially. This entire side of the house was dedicated to a guest suite, complete with adjoining entertainment area.

  While I fumbled to get out of my shorts, Isaac was in the shower, flipping on the water, then standing beneath it. Steam instantly started to flow up from the floor, hindering my view of all those sleek, toned muscles. The man was gorgeous, no doubt about that, but it was his control that appealed to me the most. Of both brothers, Isaac seemed to have himself on the shorter leash, revealing nothing.

  As though he realized I didn’t know what to expect here, Isaac stepped back, motioned for me to take a turn beneath the spray. The water was cooler than I’d anticipated, but it did little to bring down my body temperature. I figured that had a lot to do with the man now standing behind me.

  When I turned, he stepped into my personal space, his eyes hot, fierce as they locked on my face. I knew he was going to kiss me before it happened, but the lip-lock still caught me off guard. He gave no quarter, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he backed me up against the tile. I moved with him, my hands sliding over his slick skin. Warm, wet, it felt good to touch him, to be touched by him.

  I’d had no physical intimacy with anyone in such a long time, it was easy to surrender to it. This was what I’d always fantasized about, a man who would use me, command me. And not abuse me in the process.

  Isaac and I hadn’t talked much since I arrived, but I got the feeling he wasn’t a wealth of information on a good day. While Ian was the inquisitive type, Isaac was more the strong, silent type.

  I had a penchant for both.

  His hand slid behind my neck, holding me in place as he pulled back. “Did you enjoy kissing Everly last night?”

  There was no heat in his words, just simple curiosity, as though he needed to know how I felt.

  “Yes, Sir,” I rasped. “I’ve wanted…”

  “Tell me,” he urged, his voice deep, assertive.

  “I’ve wanted to taste her for so long.” My breaths began to increase again. “I can’t give her what she needs. That’s the only reason I’ve refrained. But I can’t deny I’ve wanted it.”

  His eyes scanned my face for a second before he crushed his mouth to mine again. I could taste his approval and it singed my insides. I burned for him, my entire body aflame with a need so intense I expected to be turned to ash. I didn’t know what this was, what any of it was. I’d never found myself in a situation like this, but it wasn’t awkward. In fact, in just the short time I’d been here, it felt more right than anything I’d ever experienced. I was given the space I so desperately needed, the silence that I rarely got to find in the normal world. Everly and Heaven had always respected it, but I’d seldom entered into a relationship where a guy understood I couldn’t give him one hundred percent because I didn’t have it to give.

  Isaac bit my lower lip, dragging me from my thoughts. He didn’t ask where I went, but I could see the question in his eyes.

  “In the future, I’ll demand what I want,” he whispered. “For now, I want you to give me what you’re willing to give.”

  The future. As in tomorrow or the next day. He wasn’t intimating that this was going to be over soon, and I wondered about that, even as I slid my hand down, wrapped my fist around the long, hard length of him. The man was well-endowed, his large body hard, firm, his cock in direct proportion. His thick shaft was velvety smooth, pulsing in my hand.

  “I’m willing to give you everything,” I admitted, holding his stare.

  I wasn’t sure why I said it aloud, but his reaction told me it was what he’d hoped to hear.

  He leaned in, nipped my lower lip again. “I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”

  A tsunami of heat slammed into me, my legs weakening even as his hand curled over my shoulder, guiding me down to my knees. His palms cupped my head, his eyes focused on me. Only me.

  I licked the thick crest, lapping the pre-cum pooling there, drawing a moan from deep within him. The rough sounds spurred me on, had me leaning in, taking his cock into my mouth. I leaned in, took him deeper. I was keenly aware of the pressure his hands had on my head. They were firm yet gentle, the complete opposite of what I’d experienced as of late. There was a reverence to his touch, an intimacy. This wasn’t merely about his ability to control me. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

  “Suck me,” Isaac ordered. “Don’t worry about deep throating me yet. I just want to feel your lips on me.”

  His hands were gentle, cradling my head, guiding me forward and back as his cock tunneled past my lips. I moaned, knowing he would feel the vibrations in his balls.

  Words rasped from Isaac’s mouth, but I didn’t recognize the language he spoke. It gave me pause.

  Is
aac smirked. “It’s Irish. Means good boy. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

  I took the praise, storing it deep in an effort to hang on to it forever.

  His hands, still gentle, tightened around my head. He held me in place, his hips pumping, pushing his cock in deep. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking him in an effort to send him over. The look on his face would be one I thought about endlessly. Wild need and pure adoration were the only way to describe it. It shocked me to the roots of my hair.

  “Suck me … fuck … too good…” He growled, rough, coarse words following as though he couldn’t quite let himself go. “Fuck … yes… Take all of me.”

  He drove his hips forward, his expression changed as his cock pulsed in my mouth. I swallowed him down, breathing through my nose when he buried his cock in the back of my throat, holding my head firmly in place. When he stumbled back, Isaac reached for my arm. I got to my feet, fell into him when he jerked me forward. His mouth fused to mine even as he fought for air. His hands slid over me, almost desperate.

  The kiss turned from a rapid boil to a slow simmer, but Isaac didn’t release me. He seemed content to touch me and I enjoyed the same.

  A knock sounded on the door. “Breakfast won’t cook itself.”

  Isaac pulled back, a small smile tipping the corners of his mouth. “He’s right.”

  “Naked cooking,” I mumbled, stepping beneath the spray. “My favorite.”

  “Get used to it,” Isaac said as he stepped out, grabbed a towel. “My brother’s not the only one who’s fond of seeing you naked.”

  He left me staring after him, a huge smile on my face.

  ISAAC

  I sat next to Everly at breakfast, feeling the need to be close to her. I wasn’t the sort of man to make excuses for what I wanted, and I wanted her. To be close to her, touch her, feel her, taste her. She’d consumed my every sense and I craved more. Ever since she had slept in my bed, wrapped tightly in my arms.

  I’d slept better than I ever had.

  But even as I sat beside her, my mind drifted to the intimate moment I’d shared with Dante in his shower. Oh, how I’d wanted to sink deep inside him, to feel his ass gripping my cock, to hear those soft moans as I fucked him hard and deep. I’d refrained only because Dante needed that from me. There was a vulnerability to him that ran incredibly deep and before I could take things to the next level with him, we had to unearth them. Regardless of how much I wanted him, I wouldn’t risk him in that way. He had triggers, of that I was certain. I had to know what they were to ensure I didn’t hurt him unintentionally.