by ANDREA SMITH
He pulled me from my sitting position, into his strong arms, and I let him. His hand brushed my hair back from my face, and his fingers tilted my chin upward, so that I was forced to look into his beautiful russet eyes.
“We’ll just take it slow, baby,” he whispered. “Because I have no intention of losing either one of you, got it?”
I didn’t have a chance to nod, but I knew that I would have because I had no intention of leaving these men either.
Cain’s lips claimed mine with purposeful intent, and I melted into him, responding with my own purpose to claim him right back. My tongue explored him, tasted him, and matched his every movement as my hands fisted through his thick, dark hair, pulling him into me with a hunger I didn’t realize existed.
We stayed locked within one another’s arms until I felt dizzy with the need for more, and if we didn’t stop soon, there would be no stopping. Cain sensed it, too.
He pulled away, cupping my chin and planting, soft kisses on my lips, his eyes smoldering. “We’ll take it slow and easy, babe.”
I nodded. He pulled away and stood up. I could see that he’d grown hard…for me.
“Eli’s leaving in the morning on a ski trip for the next couple of days with some buddies from work. One of them has a condo somewhere in the Shenandoah Valley.”
“You aren’t going?”
“Have some catering to do. Eli’s company shuts down between Christmas and New Year’s. I guess it’ll just be you and me for the next few days.”
I felt myself shiver inwardly, nodding again. And then he was gone. Leaving me there to contemplate what he’d just told me.
chapter 15
Eli had left for his ski trip before I’d gotten out of bed the following morning. Of course, I’d been awake for a couple of hours. I was just too much of a damned coward to leave my room until I knew that I had the house to myself.
It was Saturday, so I didn’t have to report back to work until Monday.
Cain had also left, leaving a note for me on the counter telling me that he’d be back before dinnertime, and making a point of letting me know that we would be having dinner together.
I busied myself doing domestic things, and trying not to think about this evening, when it would be just Cain and me. My stomach butterflies swarmed at the possibilities my imagination was churning out.
Eli hadn’t mentioned anything before Christmas about a planned ski trip. This was so not like him. I mean, he’d plan his wardrobe in advance for an excursion such as this to ensure that his ski wear was coordinated perfectly.
This had been a last-minute decision; I knew that now. Eli was giving Cain and me time alone. On purpose.
But why?
Wasn’t it obvious?
He loved Cain that much.
Maybe he loved me that much, too.
My heart was racing; jumbled thoughts were running through my head. I didn’t think that I’d ever been this nervous—or excited.
I finished up with the house, and then took some steaks out of the freezer for dinner.
I took a leisurely bath, shaving, waxing and buffing my skin to a healthy glow.
I painted my nails, and selected some sexy new underwear that I had purchased as a Christmas gift to myself. I dressed in a pair of my new skinny jeans and one of the sweaters I’d received from Eli and Cain.
I brushed out my damp hair, blowing it dry and straightening it with my flat iron. Once I had applied a bit of bronzer and eye make-up, I studied my reflection in the mirror.
I knew what was going to happen this evening and for now, I was okay with that, because I knew in my heart, that it was what I wanted and what I needed.
I was in the kitchen, marinating the steaks and putting a salad together when Cain got home. It was damn near seven o’clock and I could tell that it had been a day for him. He came up behind me and my skin immediately goose-bumped hard.
“I was going to take you out,” he said to me softly, his breath warm on the back of my neck. “Today’s event was one disaster after another, it seems. I meant to call you before I realized how late it was. Sorry, baby.”
“It’s fine,” I said, not daring to look at him while I continued chopping celery for the salad. “Let’s stay in and have a quiet dinner.”
“I’m gonna grab a quick shower, then I’ll be out to help you, I promise.”
“No, Cain. You worked today. I’ve got this, okay?”
He put his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head gently. “I won’t be long,” he said with a promise in his voice.
I shivered.
Dinner was quiet and intimate. The two glasses of wine I consumed had taken the edge off, and maybe had even served to give me some courage. We needed to deal with the elephant in the room before anything else progressed.
“So, have you talked to Eli today?” I asked, looking up from my plate.
“No,” he answered quietly. “I don’t expect to hear from him while he’s away. He needs this time for himself.”
“Cain,” I started, but he quickly interrupted.
“It was his idea, Paige. Totally. He wants this for us and if I wasn’t absolutely sure of that, I’d be with him at Massanutten right now. Do you understand that?”
“But—”
“It’s what he wants, Paige. It’s what I want and you fucking know that it’s what you want,” he said firmly, his eyes now flickering over me with an expression that left no doubt in my mind that he was right.
“What is it that you think I want?” I challenged, because I had to hear it from his lips.
“You want to know what it feels like when my cock is buried deeply inside of you, after my tongue has tasted every fucking bit of you first,” he said, huskily. “You want to know that, when I’m inside of you that it’s just me and you—and no one else, and that each and every time I thrust my cock into you—that it’s for you and you alone, and when I finally come—it’s because of you and what you do to me that made that happen—and that it’s all yours and only yours.”
My God.
My panties were damp because of his words; I felt my tongue sweep across my upper lip as I finally exhaled a breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding.
“That’s just fucking,” I finally said, looking at him and tilting my chin up just a bit.
I saw a glint in his eye as he knew I wanted more.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, sipping his wine. “We’re going to fuck for sure. And then we’re going to make love, and then maybe fuck again before we finally sleep. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No,” I whispered, my limbs turning to jelly right where I sat.
“Good,” he said, “Because tomorrow is Sunday and we’re both going to be resting up so that we can do it all again afterwards…and again.”
Cain got to his feet, and circled around to where I was sitting. He pulled my chair out for me, and he extended his hand down to me. I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me up to my feet where I stood before him.
His hand went to my face; he tilted my chin up to look into the depths of his eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice every bit as intense as his eyes.
I nodded, keeping eye contact with him, making sure that he could read the message very clearly in my eyes: I was never surer of anything in my life.
“For the first time ever, I feel like I belong somewhere…with someone…with you,” I breathed.
And what he did next, I’ll never forget.
He gathered me up into his strong arms, and I immediately laced my arms around his neck.
“You’re mine” he said huskily, as he carried me down the hallway towards the master suite.
I’m pretty sure everything in my body just…stopped what it was doing, so that my pulse, heartbeat and shallow breathing could just pay attention to what was currently happening.
He lowered me down to my feet once we were there; his arms now drew me up agai
nst him. Standing there for a minute that felt like two seconds in this man’s arms, I felt his lips breeze across my forehead. He tilted my face upward to his, and sought my lips with his own as I melted against him.
I was dizzy with his nearness, his breath warm against my throat as he whispered against me. “God, you’re so sweet, Paige. So fucking sweet.”
My arms laced around his neck, my face was buried against his chest. I felt his heartbeat and it was strong, and steady. His fingers traced the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck, and he gently fisted my hair, drawing my face back as his mouth now came crashing down on mine with clear purpose and intent.
His lips worked mine expertly, and I moaned with the pleasure of feeling his tongue exploring my mouth, capturing my bottom lip in a soft suck, and then tracing his tongue over my top lip, nipping gently at it. I felt heady with his taste and his scent.
His hands moved to my torso, where he pulled my sweater up and over my head, his hands eagerly moving to unclasp my bra so that he could access my breasts, fondling them with urgency, fingering my nipples and causing me to shiver against him.
I felt him unbutton my jeans, and I assisted, getting them lowered to my feet so that I could step out of them. And just like that, he’d discarded his clothing and his eyes took in every inch of my naked body. Mine did the same and he was magnificent. Just like I knew that he would be.
He was back to me, capturing my lips once again, as he lifted me up against him, and then gently lowered me down onto their bed.
There was nothing gentle about his kisses at the moment. The sheer intensity of that was mind-fucking-boggling, as he consumed my lips with his, and claimed my tongue. I felt his hardness against me and my body ached to feel all of him.
I thrust my hips up against him as he roughly fondled my breasts with his large, strong hands, before dipping his head lower, and pulling one into his mouth, nursing it as if it had always been his and no one else’s.
I moaned in pure pleasure as I felt his teeth, nipping at my flesh, drawing my nipple in deeper, and then rolling it with his tongue until I thought I would come from that alone.
He moved to the other one, possessing it with his mouth and tongue, and I felt my legs wrap around his hips, drawing him closer, as if that were even possible.
“I need you inside of me,” I moaned softly, my hand now fisting in his thick, dark hair. “Please, baby?” I whimpered.
“Patience, babe,” his lips said against my sensitive skin, as he moved himself lower.
His tongue was now blazing a slow, sensuous trail down my belly, while his hands moved even lower; and his fingers gently plied the folds of my pussy apart. I felt myself rock against him as he inserted one finger, and then another into my sanctum, gently probing the depths as my wetness coated them.
His tongue flickered over my slit, lapping each sensitive fold of my pussy, and then plunged inside of my core, where it joined his fingers, as the heat of his touch slowly enveloped my senses into this moment in time. I never wanted this feeling to end.
I moaned audibly, thrusting my pelvis up against him, swiveling my hips so that every nerve ending in my core was being touched by him.
He continued loving my pussy, moaning to himself as he tasted my wetness and his tongue washed over my clit again and again, sending shock waves through me from head to toe.
He felt my trembling, knowing already that I was very near climax, so he slowed his tempo a bit, rising up from me to reach for the condom on the nightstand next to the bed.
All the while, his fingers continued their gentle probing of my sex, as he effectively removed the condom from the wrapper and rolled it onto his rigid cock with one hand.
He was on his knees, his eyes boring into me with a hungry passion that owned me.
“I want to fuck you this way,” he said, grabbing a pillow and raising my hips up so that he could position it underneath my ass. “I want to watch you come with my cock inside of you.”
I nodded.
All that I could think about was that, at this moment, Cain was mine. He was all about me. I didn’t have to share. Every kiss, every thrust, every lick was for me and only me.
He grabbed my legs, and positioned them over his shoulders, leaning in as his hand guided his sheathed cock into me with a forceful thrust.
I moaned in pleasure, licking my lips as I watched his muscular thighs; he knelt between my raised legs, and rocked in and out of me with slow deliberation.
I was mesmerized by him in every way. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes and totally focused on his thrusting, his hands now cupping my ass, lifting me up just a bit and adjusting me for his fit.
His cock was teasing my G-spot, and that’s when I felt my body take over; my muscles tightened around his girth; and I heard his sharp intake of breath as they did.
“Christ baby,” he rasped, his eyes now coming open in surprise. “You’re fucking going to milk me, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” I murmured, feeling myself contract once again around his swollen member.
“This is mine, Cain,” I whispered. “This is for me. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
“Aww…baby,” he breathed, watching me as I was slowly being wrecked by this man, “You know I mean it.”
Our tempo increased and, together, we spiraled into a perfect orgasm, our eyes deadlocked and my mind totally obliterated with the things that he made me feel, physically and emotionally.
Fuck.
I loved him.
Totally.
chapter 16
I learned quickly that Cain had not exaggerated one bit when he laid out our agenda for the weekend. We had alternated between fucking and making love all through the night.
I had never known just how totally electrifying having a man’s cock buried inside of me could be until it was Cain’s. I had moaned and mewled those feminine sounds at the pleasure he gave me, but for once they were real—not fake the way I had done so many times before. Because this was real and it totally rocked. Cain had made me his and I wasn’t going anywhere. I knew that there was no way I could ever walk away from this—from him.
I was still curled up in his arms, naked and totally satiated from the night. His slow, even breathing against the back of my neck soothed me and made me feel so fucking secure that I never wanted to leave this bed.
But I knew that it wasn’t possible. Because this was still their bed. And the guilt momentarily washed over me, so I gently moved Cain’s arm from around my torso, and scooted towards the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?” his husky voice asked from behind me.
“I…uh…I thought maybe a shower?” I said, putting it more like a question than a statement.
“We can do that,” he said, rousting himself up. “But we’re doing it together.”
And that’s exactly how our Sunday went. We did everything together.
We showered, we ate, we made love, we watched television, we ate, we fucked, we showered again and then we cuddled and I was thinking that cuddling with my man was pretty fucking awesome too.
I put the flannel PJ’s with the feet in them that Darcy had given me for Christmas on after our last shower. I returned to the bathroom, dressed, to hang up my damp towels.
Cain was standing in front of the mirrored vanity, towel slung low on his hips shaving when he happened to glance over at me and then did a double take.
“Ah, hell to the no, woman,” he barked, his brow cocked; a hint of amusement flickered across his face.
“What?” I asked innocently, looking down at my totally-covered-in-flannel body.
“You’ll not be wearing that shit to bed because I swear I’ll rip them off of you. Unacceptable, babe.”
“Cain,” I whined, “For Chrissake, I’m sore. Can we just cuddle for a bit?”
He turned back to the mirror, tilted his face upward so that he could take his razor up under his chin.
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“We did that cuddling shit earlier,” he replied, shaking the razor to get the shaving cream off in the sink full of water. “This is our last night together,” he said plainly. “I want to make it memorable.”
I had to smile. “On two conditions,” I parried.
He looked at my reflection in the mirror, quirking a brow again and waiting to hear my conditions.
“First,” I said, “We sleep in my room tonight, okay?”
He nodded and waited for me to continue.
“Secondly, uh…can you be extra gentle?” I asked hesitantly because, the truth was, my crotch was, in fact, sore from all the attention he’d been giving it for the last day and a half.
“Why do you think I’m standing here removing my face stubble, babe? You think I can’t see your reddened skin?”
I felt myself blush, of all things. Where in the hell did that come from? This man had seen and licked every inch of my body, including every crack and crevice, the truth be told.
I stifled a giggle and left the bathroom, pulling off all of the sheets on their bed and throwing them into the washer.
I re-made their bed with fresh sheets and blankets.
“Why are you doing that?” Cain asked as he came out of the bathroom, wearing a white T-shirt and low-slung pajama pants.
I shrugged. “I just don’t think I want Eli to come home to sheets that…you know?”
“What? Smell like our sex?”
“Yes,” I said, quickly, tossing a bit of a glare into it.
“Don’t you think that I would’ve had the good sense to do that?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Cain,” I sighed. “This is just…new to me. I don’t think I’ll know how to act around him when he comes home.”
I was tucking in the top sheet when he came over and pulled me around to face him.
“Stop,” he said firmly. “Eli knows what’s happening with us this weekend and he is fine with it,” he said, annunciating the last six words.
I turned from him, and continued making up the bed. “He’s fine with it because he loves you,” I said, a hint of exasperation in my voice. “And he would allow this before he’d ever want to lose you and I guess I don’t blame him.”