Men of Fortune 1: Derek

by Sienna Matthews

He gasped. “You’ll be the death of me.”

  “A good death, I hope.”

  “The best.” He kissed her again, slow and lingering. “I like your moves, too.”

  Carly stroked his jaw with the back of her fingers before cupping his chin. “So you’re okay now?”

  She understood why he had to look to Adam for confirmation. As Derek had said, it wasn’t her. His fear was deep-seated, probably going as far back as his mother—yes, she’d heard about the bitch—and all those women who’d abandoned him and found him wanting.

  But he had her now. She would do everything in her power to erase those anxieties, his beliefs that he wasn’t enough, and his fear that she would leave him one day for another man. Because she never would. Because she loved him, all of him. Knowing his vulnerability only made her love him more. It made her feel…needed in a way she hadn’t felt before.

  “I love you so much it hurts.” He hugged her tight, and his voice broke as he said, “I don’t know what I’d do if…if…”

  “Never,” she vowed, “I love you.” Then she remembered how he’d wrung from her mouth the confession that she’d found his cousins attractive. She blanched. He’d mentioned a test. Was that part of the test, too? If not, had her answers added damage to him? “Um, are you mad at me?”

  She felt his startled surprise. “What for?”

  He broke their embrace so he could search her face. She met his eyes. She would face this head on. “For being…attracted to your cousins. But that’s only natural,” she rushed on to say, “the way anyone would be drawn to beauty. While I may admire them like any woman, I do have a mind and a will, Derek, and I would never betray—”

  “I know.” He placed a finger across her mouth. She was bemused to see him smiling. “You proved that with Adam. To answer your question, I’m not mad at you. In fact, you could say I’m…pleased.”

  “Pleased?”

  An expectant light entered his eyes, as well as a hint of anticipation. Within her, his cock swelled. She gasped and moaned. Desire swirled within her.

  “How would you like to fuck my cousins, dear wife?”

  Chapter Five

  “You’re not serious!” She gasped again, this time in shock.

  “That must’ve come out the wrong way. How about this instead?” A beat. “How would you like my cousins to fuck you, my dear wife?”

  “Derek! They don’t find me attractive—”

  “Wanna bet?” His eyes glinted with secret amusement.

  “Derek…” she said his name helplessly. She wouldn’t betray her husband, but what if said husband was the one who wanted her to have sex with other men? What he was suggesting was beyond betrayal, and in a way, it freed her to confront her own desires. On the one hand, she was tempted and fascinated by Derek’s proposition. She felt wanton and wicked. Scandalous. In essence, she knew what that was all about—sharing, the way he’d shared his women with his cousins before. On the other hand, she didn’t think she could bear the rejection if his cousins didn’t want her, if they were confronted with the physical proof. Women could fake easily, while men didn’t find it so easy.

  He smiled at her, a tender smile that made her melt. “Why don’t we take it one step at a time? We’ll stop whenever you don’t feel comfortable.”

  She had to know. “Is this what you really want, Derek? To share me with your cousins? As another test?”

  “Another test?” His brows shot up. “God, no. The test is over. You passed. This is for you.”

  “For me?” she squeaked. “I never told you about this fantasy.”

  His smile became wider, turned wolfish. “Fantasy, huh? Glad we’re on the same page.”

  “So you want this?”

  “I want to see my cousins fuck you, yes. On a deep, very basic level, it will satisfy something in me.” He shook his head. “I don’t know why, but it will. However, I won’t push it if it’s not something you want to do.”

  “But you want it.”

  “I’ll survive.” He raised her hand to his lips and placed a kiss in the center of her palm. “Like I said, if you don’t want to be shared, I won’t force you. Whatever your decision, it won’t change what I feel for you; you have to believe that.”

  She needed a little more time to adjust to the idea. She’d long wanted to try a moresome, even if just once, but to be handed the opportunity without warning or preparation was unsettling. So, she latched on to something he’d mentioned earlier. “You said this was for me. How could it be when you don’t even know of my fantasy?”

  Derek sobered. “You’re beautiful, Carly, inside and out. Your breasts are perfect.” He leaned down to suckle her nipples, making her moan before he placed a final kiss on each rosy bud. “Your pussy holds me so snugly I can’t ask for a tighter one.” He captured both her hands in his and squeezed. “You smile and light up my day with joy. You take such good care of me I gained three pounds in the time we’re together. You listen when I complain about my work, and you’re content to keep me company at home. You’re a good wife, and I couldn’t ask for a better lover or friend.”

  Her heart squeezed with poignant emotion. She was all that to him?

  “But your insecurities eat at me.” Silent despair crossed his face. “I can’t stand it—you not seeing just how wonderful you are. I thought if you could see how attractive you are, not just to me but to other men, it would be a first step toward building your self-confidence—”

  Which was where his cousins came in.

  She didn’t know if she would ever understand the dichotomy that was Derek Fortune. On the one hand, sharing his woman would fulfill a basic part in him, yet doing so might cause him to lose her. He could’ve chosen not to share her ever, since he would survive even if he didn’t. Yet, he chose to do so, not for himself, but for her.

  One thing she did know was that she meant a lot to him, and she was only beginning to realize just how much.

  And because it seemed apt that this was a day of revelations for her, she realized in a soaring burst of freedom that only Derek mattered. How other people see her didn’t matter anymore, how they judged her, belittled her, deemed her unworthy—oh, who was she kidding? She still had a long battle ahead of her, but one day, other people’s opinions would cease to matter. Her mother and sister had done a thorough job on her, but she wouldn’t let them win. Because in Derek’s eyes, she was worthy.

  “You’re wonderful,” she murmured, stopping him in his speech and kissing him with all the heartfelt feelings rising up in her.

  “You’ll do it?” Hopeful brown eyes gazed at her. He didn’t need to explain what “it” was.

  Yes, she’d do his cousins, because that was what he wanted. That was what she wanted. As much as her fantasies involved having a few men dance attendance on her, it was a minor consideration compared to assuaging his basic need. She would do this for him, just as he had arranged this for her.

  She nodded.

  Now that the moment was at hand, her mouth went dry. What if one or two—or, heaven forbid, all—of the men didn’t find her to their liking?

  She wouldn’t let it affect her, she decided. After all, a man’s taste in women, just like everything else, was varied and subjective.

  Derek helped her to stand, and she mourned the loss of his cock in her. Just before they re-entered the dining room, she curled her hand around his still erect cock and gave him a good rub. Swallowing his moan with her mouth, she kissed him with all the love in her. “I’ll take care of this later.” A promise.

  “You bet.” He returned her kiss, running his hands down her naked form.

  Suddenly anxious, she broke the kiss and looked down at herself. “Should I—?”

  “No.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth. “You’re lovely.”

  “I’m lovely,” she repeated.

  “Beyond words.”

  “I’m lovely beyond words,” she said, following Derek as he led her out of the kitchen. She smiled, surprised that she was
starting to believe. A little kernel buried in her self-esteem was starting to sprout, to show leaves.

  The men lounged in the chairs, their conversation breaking off when the door swung open. Adam, who was seated nearest the door, still naked, jumped up and bowed. “Hello, fair lady. I take it you’re joining us?” His brown-eyed gaze roamed over her, stopping her breath in her chest. Aside from Derek, no other man had looked at her with such blatant carnality in his eyes before.

  Perhaps Derek was right? Could this impossibly handsome man before her want her? Find her attractive?

  Her gaze dropped to his groin, where his cock jutted from a nest of black curls. Before her eyes, his semi-erect state was changing, his cock hardening and growing. She watched, mesmerized, and she could no more stop her hand from reaching out and taking him in her palm than she could stop breathing.

  He was a heated piece of velvet steel burning her hand. Even as she caressed him with tentative strokes, she could feel him becoming even harder. Longer.

  “For me?” she asked in a breathless whisper.

  “Yes,” Adam replied, groaning and closing his eyes.

  She remembered what Derek had said, and feeling up Adam’s nine inches of thick goodness, just imagining the pleasure he could give her, she could understand why women had left Derek for his cousin.

  And this utterly, delicious, much sought after man—the “great fuck machine Adam Fortune”—wanted her, found her attractive.

  The thought buoyed her, made her believe that maybe, just maybe, her mother and sister were wrong after all. That men—and not just Derek—liked her, desired her.

  A whole new world opened up in front of her, a world that was the same and yet not-the-same, a world through which she was seeing with different eyes.

  The thought was heady, made her giddy and delirious.

  The other men crowded around them, all tempting, naked flesh and hard bodies.

  Matthias had the face of an angel, yet his body was all man, the sort that caused a woman to drool. Previously, she found it hard to look away from the perfection of his face, but now, his body held her in thrall. And his cock…

  Oh. My. God. He could rival Adam’s in length and thickness.

  Her pussy clenched, and she moaned with anticipation at having him inside her.

  “For you, too,” Matthias said in a grave voice, curling her lifeless hand around his cock.

  She couldn’t have imagined this, having her two hands full of hard cock, neither of which was her husband’s. Helpless to resist, she rubbed along the enticing lengths. The air hummed with erotic vibration and tension-filled anticipation. She let it settle over her skin, into her bones and pool at the juncture of her thighs. Sopping wet, her pussy walls contracted, eager for one of these rigid shafts to pound into her. More empowering was the knowledge that she was the cause of so many erections, that her appearance evoked this intensity of desire in these experienced men.

  Adam lowered his head and kissed her, one hand moving to cup the back of her head. She kissed him back, their tongues caressing and tangling in her mouth. His kiss was soft and tentative, exploratory, and his other hand roamed her body, squeezing her breast and gliding over her back, trailing fire wherever he passed.

  No, wait. There were other hands on her body, too many she couldn’t count, couldn’t keep track of. Lips were moving over her ass cheeks, kissing and nipping, while fingers were sliding into her pussy, rubbing against her folds. Too many fingers, as two digits from a different hand eased into her channel. Ragged, heartfelt moans sliced through the air, and it was with shock that she realized the sounds were coming from her. She never made those kinds of sounds before.

  Mouths latched onto each of her breasts, suckling and teasing her nipples alternatively. Oh, oh. She’d never…never had both breasts sucked simultaneously before, and the feeling was overwhelming. They sucked deep, shooting liquid fire straight to her pussy. The one on her left—Matthias—grazed his teeth across her nipple, sending ripples thrumming through her. He bit down lightly, and pleasure and pain twisted together in molten streams that sped throughout her body.

  Unconsciously, her fingers tightened around the cocks in her hands, which caused Matthias to groan against her breast. As for Adam, his kiss turned hard and forceful, more passionate and sure. He plundered her mouth, taking her sweetness and whatever else she had to give, just as the hand in her pussy withdrew and someone insinuated himself between her thighs and plundered her pussy with equal fervor. He swiped his tongue across her core in one long lick, before he settled down to sip at her juices, thrusting his tongue into her channel to draw out more of her cream.

  She was awash in sensations, drowning in the maelstrom of feelings they roused in her. Her knees and legs could no longer hold her up; in fact, guess what, she was not standing anymore. For the man eating her pussy had lifted her leg one by one and placed them on his shoulders, thus opening her up further to his mouth. And, oh my, what a skillful mouth! He explored her folds and teased her clit, curling his tongue around the tiny bud and sucked until the tension spiraled in her belly. Then he released her and avoided her clit while he played with her pussy, leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled.

  She was quite, quite, quite utterly defeated, her body their willing slave. They kept her primed, on the edge, the pressure at its peak, not allowing her release, even though her body screamed for it.

  “Fuck me! Please,” she begged, one hand now threaded through the hair of the man between her legs. She tried to pull him to his feet, to align his cock with that needy part of her, but he wouldn’t budge.

  Panting, she looked down. Nathan. His cold green eyes, lit with strange fire, gazed up at her as his mouth continued to move in her pussy. She felt the delicate lick of his tongue against her folds, the harder press on her clit—

  Both sight and sensation threw her over the edge. She screamed and convulsed, welcoming the long-awaited pleasure.

  “Fuck! It’s too soon.” Oliver. It sounded like him.

  “Here, lay her down on the blanket. Don’t forget the condoms.” Derek.

  Her eyes opened and her head whipped around, looking for him.

  He saw her and smiled. “Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?”

  “Yes.” God, yes, more than she thought possible. Yet, surrounded by so many yummy, naked men, whose hands and mouths continued to torment and pleasure her, something niggled at her. “Honey…”

  “Sh. The night’s just starting.”

  Her brain seized on an important question. “And you?” He had to like this, too.

  His smile widened. “Perfect.” He caressed her cheek with his knuckles. “You make me so hard I ache. You’re getting a good pounding from me later.”

  Her pussy creamed with anticipation. “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  And that was the last conversation she had with her husband.

  The men laid her down on the blanket and scattered when Nathan knelt between her legs, his engorged cock suited up. He cupped his erection. “See this, baby?”

  She nodded.

  Nathan was big and intimidating in a suit, but out of it, he was even more so. Ropes of muscles corded arms and chest, and his belly was hard and flat. Like the other men, his cock was beautiful, but the difference was that it was somewhat flat, resulting in a thicker girth.

  Her heart pounded at the sight. He would stretch her like no man had before.

  “I’m hard because of you,” Nathan said softly.

  She was truly perplexed, and at the risk of ruining the mood, she had to ask. “But why? I’m no prettier than the women you must’ve dated—”

  “Nothing is sexier than a woman who cooks.” Nathan grinned. “A woman who cares. Who’s loyal. Whose very presence lights up my cousin’s face. You’re that woman, and I’m very privileged to have the chance to make love with you.”

  Carly made a face, but inside she was glowing. He could fuck her as long as he wanted, and she wasn’t sure if she was
kidding about that. These men were good for her self-esteem, and even though an echo of disbelief still rang through her, she was starting to accept that these men found her attractive. Desired her. Wanted to fuck her.

  “You’ve got the legendary Fortune charm in spades. Well, Nathan, since I’m the cause, let me ease it for you.” She held her arms to him and opened her legs wide, feeling no shame—and indeed, she gloried—at the powerful admiration that sprung to his green eyes. One thing she was starting to learn about Nathan, everything he did was intense, bolstered by his strong inner force.

  “Generous and kind, too.” Nathan moved into position and placed the blunt head of his cock at her entrance.

  “Only with Fortune men,” she managed to say before he plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt.

  The breath caught in her throat.

  Oh. God. He was…huge. So thick he filled her up, the slight pain urging on the age-old rhythm. Her pussy walls stretched to accommodate him, shifting until they enveloped his entire length.

  “Breathe,” he commanded, his green eyes demanding her compliance.

  She gasped.

  “More.”

  She gulped in several mouthfuls of air before he would be satisfied.

  “Okay?”

  She nodded. “You’re big!”

  “And you’re so tight,” Nathan groaned, withdrawing until only the tip remained in her pussy, then pushing back in. She was able to take in more of him with each pass of his cock. “So good.”

  “I could say the same about you.” She lifted her legs to his shoulders, shuddering when she felt him slide even deeper, until all seven inches of him were sheathed in her. Across the room, her gaze met Derek’s, and the stark need and immense satisfaction in his brown eyes filled a place within her that she hadn’t known existed until then.

  She was starting to discover that she liked having sex with other men—seeing and experiencing the varied ways they made love—but what she loved about the activity was the chance to fulfill Derek’s base need, a need he’d kept from her all this time.

  And even when Nathan started moving, she still held Derek’s gaze, bringing him into the sex, the passion, the desire that she shared with his cousins.