He shuddered at the anticipation, at the need that swelled and surged in him. The small sliver of his mind that he still controlled took rein and held him in check.
Soon, he promised himself. Soon.
Fortunately for his raging lusts, it wasn’t long before the quartet was shouting and screaming their release, their bodies shuddering and jerking together in a climax that seemed never-ending. And when Carly’s mouth filled with Oliver’s cum, it was too much.
Derek sprang up and strode toward them, determined to claim his wife and have his wicked way with her.
“Oh my God, you guys are overwhelming,” she gasped after she swallowed the gunk Oliver had shot into her mouth. A trickle slipped out the corner of her mouth, and he had a sudden urge to kiss her, to share that cum with her. “I’ve never experienced so much pleasure, so…God!” she groaned. “I think I could get addicted. I am addicted. How’d you like to do this everyday?”
Derek froze in mid-step, feeling his world shatter. It was happening once again. He’d rejoiced too soon earlier. Ice coated around his heart and everything around him seemed frozen as well. He should be numb, but he could feel a sinking despair that he’d lost.
Having tasted his cousins’ cocks, she was reverting true to form like the other women. Of course size mattered. Who’d want his six inches when she could have eight or nine? Or when she could have Nathan’s cock to stretch her to the point of so much pain that it turned to pleasure?
His cousins had fucked her well.
Carly…glowed. With confidence. Still wrapped in his cousins’ arms, their cocks in her, she was delectable. Irresistible.
He had no doubt his little experiment worked. Before, she wouldn’t have blurted out that telling question. Now, she asked with every expectation of being indulged.
His cousins had all turned to stone, too.
Only Carly seemed oblivious. She giggled as the men withdrew from her and helped her to stand. “Aw, don’t worry. I’m not going to cramp your style.” She must’ve noticed their silence. “I’m sure you don’t want to be fucking me everyday when you could have any woman you want.” She flew toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She smelled of sex, hers and his cousins’ in a warm, musty smell that should’ve made him hate her, but instead only made him want her all the more. He hated himself. “Good thing I have Derek—” She finally seemed to notice his stiff form. She jerked back, her sharp gaze searching his face. “What’s wrong?”
He wasn’t going to beg her not to leave him. “We could have my cousins join us every night.” Oh yeah, that was certainly better than begging. “If you want,” he bit out. That was pretty good, too. Like, a smart woman like Carly wouldn’t figure out what his sarcastic remarks were all about.
He knew when she figured it out.
Her eyes gleamed, then softened. “You silly man.” Her voice was equally soft. “Their bodies may pleasure mine, but it’s only with you that I have a deep emotional connection. I love you, and it’s a love that won’t allow me to leave you. For them, I’m Derek’s wife, and that’s what I am. Your wife.” She emphasized again, “Yours.”
Derek could feel tension leave him as he stared into his wife’s eyes and tasted the truth of her words. Happiness burst in him. He hauled her to him and crushed her mouth with his, their kiss hot and passionate, borne of love and the emotional seesaw of the night. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” she returned, then sent a light jab to his nose. “You, and don’t you forget it. Besides”—she sent a teasing glance to his cousins, who he was delighted to see sported amused, indulgent smiles on their faces—“who’d want to be pummeled by so many huge cocks every day when one is enough for me on a daily basis, this massive cock right here”—her hand curled around his flaccid cock, which grew rapidly hard and erect from her loving strokes—“which is all mine.”
Blood left his head and went south, which could’ve accounted for his lightheaded state. He struggled to think about something important he needed to confirm, other than dragging his delicious wife upstairs so he could ravish her. “You sure you don’t want my cousins to join us?”
She gave an insouciant shrug. “Maybe occasionally, to satisfy my fantasy and your needs. But every night?” She shuddered. “That would be too much for me.”
He leered at her. “How’d you like one more cock tonight?”
“This?” She squeezed his iron-hard length, a saucy smile on her face. If he didn’t bury it in her in the next few seconds, he was going to embarrass himself. “I’d like it very much. Thank you, sir.”
He wouldn’t last the trip to the bedroom, not even the few steps to the sofa. He was near to bursting, having been in constant arousal almost the whole evening. The blanket would have to do—
And it would serve pretty well, he suddenly realized.
Tonight was Carly’s initiation into being shared by the Fortune men, and what better way to cap the evening than for her husband to make love to her on the same blanket, while she was covered in the scent and fluids of his cousins? He’d watched while they’d fucked her and gained satisfaction from it. Who was to say that they didn’t want to watch, too? That watching wouldn’t fill something deep within them, the way watching had done for him?
Carly brushed her thumb over the slit on his rock-hard cock, and the control he had on his raging lusts snapped.
He didn’t think he’d ever moved so fast. In seconds, Carly was lying on the blanket and he was surging into her. She felt so good, so wet, so hot. Divine, yet earthy. Sweet. He groaned, as her pussy muscles clenched around him.
Instinct took over.
His mouth plundered hers, even as his cock did her body. He couldn’t think of anything except how wonderful she felt in his arms, how giving she was, how tight. Her cries echoed in his ears, even as her heels dug into his buttocks, telling him to move faster. Harder.
He lost his finesse, whatever techniques he’d mastered. He knew only that Carly’s warmth called to him, that here in her arms, he was home. The one place he wanted to be. Forever.
They exploded together. The climax hit him hard, and on the heels of it a love so powerful swelled in him he was awed, especially when he saw it returned in Carly’s eyes.
* * *
Carly’s body was so satiated she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. But the light shining through the windows told her it was morning, and she should start breakfast soon. Especially since she had four Fortune men as guests.
A huge, smug smile came to her lips.
Derek had claimed her all night long, there on top of that blanket that smelled of sex. Their mingled scent seemed to spur his arousal, and he couldn’t get enough of her. The sex was fantastic, as always, but there was something different with her, something that added a fuller flavor to her enjoyment of sex. Confidence and assurance, knowledge and awareness of her worth as a woman and as a person, but also a deeper contentment.
Sometime in the night, she’d awakened to find Derek carrying her to their bed, his cousins trailing behind them. She’d held out her hand to Oliver, whose eyes had darkened before catching hold of her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm.
And that was the start of another round of scandalous, delicious sex.
She shivered with remembrance, as a hand slid over her body to cup her breast. She gave a hum of satisfaction. If she remembered right, she was wedged between Derek and Adam, as the other guys had stumbled off to the guest bedrooms once playtime was over. And if she wasn’t mistaken, that was her husband’s hand on her breast and his cock seeking entrance.
She almost chuckled.
Derek, as horny as ever.
He kissed her on the nape. “Good morning, wife,” he mumbled.
“Good morning,” she whispered back, lifting her leg so he could slip in. Just the thought of making love to him made her wet.
“Mmmmm,” came his hum of satisfaction as his cock slid home, and he started thrusting with slow thoroughness into her p
ussy.
Her breath hitched.
The world outside was quiet save for the noisy, cheerful chirps of birds. She had the sense that everything was at peace, even as her husband made love to her with tenderness. He squeezed her breast and his mouth nibbled on her throat. Soon, his hand drifted down her body and caressed her clit. A hard press or two, and her climax rolled over her, not the violent thunderstorm of last night, but the gentle washing of the waves on the sand.
“Hmmm…” She turned in his arms and they kissed like they made love, slow and thorough, savoring. She ran a hand down his arm, stroking, enjoying his sleepy warmth. He was already falling back to sleep, though his lips still clung to hers.
The loud ringing of the bell intruded.
He jerked awake.
“Sh,” she soothed, “go back to sleep. I’ll see who it is.”
He mumbled, the languor from the sex already drawing him down again.
Carly slithered out of bed, put on her robe and trudged down the stairs. She had an idea who it would be. Only one person ever called on them this early.
She opened the door. “Charlotte, what a surprise.”
The irony was lost on her sister, who swept in in her high-heeled red shoes and flowing sundress. As usual, she was the look of elegance and sophistication, except for the constant expression of discontent on her face.
“Really, Carly, you’re more of a mess than I thought.” Charlotte looked at the carnage that was the dining room. Dirty plates and cutleries were still piled on the table, and a stained blanket lay on the floor. “What happened here?”
Carly smiled with fond remembrance and wondered if her sister would be shocked at the answer. “Sex-a-thon.” A beat. “Five men.”
Charlotte burst into laughter, catty disbelief ringing in her tone. “No need to pull the wool over my eyes, Carly. You were lucky to catch Derek, such as it is. With your figure, your looks…” The insinuation was there in the fading silence. “Five? Five?” Laughter again, the unkind one, before Charlotte whirled around and continued, as she made her way to the living room, “Your marriage won’t last long. Once Derek tires of you—”
“He won’t,” Carly countered as firm as she could make it. All her life, she’d just accepted whatever her mother and sister threw at her as the Bible truth. So giving voice to the contrary wasn’t easy, but after last night, she had experience to give her voice some weight and confidence.
Charlotte snorted. “Stop with your delusions. A hunk like Derek is used to models, gorgeous females with even better bodies. Sooner or later—”
“He doesn’t love them; he loves me.”
“Love?” Charlotte scoffed. “Men don’t ascribe to it. They know lust. Sex. Beautiful, sexy bodies.” She struck a pose, showing Carly the clean, sleek lines of her body. “This. When he tires of you, he’ll come to me—”
“You have a husband!”
Charlotte waved a hand, as though it was of no import. “Larry? That old, doddering fool? I married him for his money, but I want a young, virile lover, and I’ve decided your husband would do.”
Anger surged within her, and she saw with clarity what Charlotte had been doing. Matthias was right. Charlotte was an adult and she should’ve known better. She did know better and she was continuing their mother’s work of putting Carly down with the end goal of having Carly so incapacitated with insecurity that she’d push Derek toward Charlotte.
Fat chance.
Her sister’s betrayal hurt, especially after Carly had believed the best of her and fought for her against Matthias. Still, Carly might have forgiven her and given her yet another chance, but not when it came to her husband.
“Derek is mine.” Her voice came out cold and stern, leaving no room for argument.
“For now, maybe—”
Hot fury crystallized in determined resolve. Carly straightened and advanced on her sister, not stopping until she was in Charlotte’s face. “Mine. Derek. Is. Mine. You are not having him. Ever.” She growled. “Clear?”
“That’s not really your say, is it?” Charlotte returned coolly, sure of her appeal. Even with her newfound confidence, Carly knew she hadn’t yet attained her sister’s level of arrogance. Not that she’d want to. “Derek seems to want me—”
“Really?” came a male drawl from the doorway that separated the living room from the dining room.
Carly whirled around. Her husband was leaning against the wall, and only a towel covered his privates. His eyes were hooded, and they were trained on Charlotte, whose eyes lit up at the sight of him. She fairly flew toward him, her dress trailing behind like a fairy princess’s.
Once, Carly would’ve envied her sister’s form and gracefulness, but now she could only watch with pity. Derek in that lazy manner was like the calm before the storm, the second before the snake with its deadly fangs struck. She had only to look at the glint in his eyes to know that he’d heard everything and could barely contain the fury he was feeling.
“Derek,” Charlotte greeted, breathless. Her greedy eyes roved over his muscled chest and, greatly daring, she reached out to trail a hand over the wide expanse. “Ooh, you’re so…hard.” The slightest inflection to give it a double meaning. “I can see you’ve been working out.”
“You say I want you?”
Her smile was pure coquette. “Don’t you?” She placed her hands on her waist and twirled, showing her assets. “I know you want me. My body tempts you, but your honor prevents you from seeking me out.” Her voice was low and hypnotic. “Well, you don’t have to any longer. Let’s lay all your cards on the table so that Carly would also know the truth. Let me show you my breasts, full and plump, unlike Carly’s—”
“Stop.” He caught her hands when she would’ve undone her top. “I should’ve made this clear to you before, and I’m sorry I didn’t. I don’t want you, Charlotte. I’ve never wanted you. It’s Carly I want, Carly I love.” He dropped her hands. “And I’ll never leave her.”
For a second, Carly thought her sister would rave and rant and act like a jilted lover. But then, Charlotte’s face iced over. Without another word, she straightened and left, the door banging shut behind her.
Everything was peaceful again, quiet. Like the calmness after the storm.
Still staring at the door, Carly couldn’t help feeling a little lost.
Derek strode toward her. “Are you ok?”
She nodded, comforted by the love that was evident in his hands as he framed her face. His presence soothed her and filled the void that was created by her sister’s leaving.
“I’m sorry.” He pulled her toward him and hugged her. “Your sister is a—”
“Sh.” She placed a finger over his lips, then settled against his chest. “We’ll probably never see her again.”
“Sad?”
“A little.” She wondered if maybe she had decided to overlook her sister’s attitude and had clung to her because she was the only family she had left. “Now I’m alone in the world.”
“Not alone.” Derek lifted her chin up to face him, his gaze intent. “You have me, my cousins, my family. We’re your family now.”
She’d meant she was alone in the sense that she’d severed all her connections to her blood relatives when it hit her that there were all kinds of family. There was the family by blood and the family by choice.
She wasn’t alone. She still had a family, one that she’d chosen to have a connection to, one with aunts and uncles and cousins and her wonderful husband and his dad. And by God, she would work hard to maintain that connection.
“I love you.” She grinned. “Thank you for giving me such a wonderful family.” Remembering last night, she asked, teasing, “And do you ascribe to the saying, ‘A family that fucks together, stays together’?”
As he shouted with laughter, she tugged on the towel so that it fell to the floor. His laughter choked off when she covered his cock with her hand and squeezed with blatant suggestion. “Now, how about we do something to contrib
ute to the family numbers?”
Derek reared back, startled. “Are you ready for—”
Carly shook her head. “Maybe in a couple of years.” She allowed a mischievous smile to touch her lips. “But practice makes perfect.”
He mirrored her smile. “Indeed it does.”
And so they practiced.
A lot.
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Blurb:
Three's a crowd. Four is passion incarnate.
Her cousin's plan sounds just like what the doctor ordered: Spend time--much naked time--with a hunky man or three to forget her vile ex, who'd called her a cold fish or worse. Claire's determined to prove him wrong.
And prove him she does--in an incredible foursome that stretched her boundaries and gave her more orgasms than her ex ever did.
When she finds herself falling for one of the guys, would one man be enough for her or would she need all three men to ignite passion's fire?
Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language and sexual situations such as m/m pairing, four-way sex involving m/f/m/m pairing, and triple penetration.and triple penetration.
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