His palm pressing against my shoulder, Aldon rolled me two-thirds onto my back. "Take a deep breath, baby."
I did and he resumed kissing me, his hand slipping between my thighs to stroke me to a fevered state. When the air was ready to burst from me, he shifted to kissing my throat. I sucked a burning, moaning breath in, my hips pushing my mound high and tight against his hand, the heel of his palm pressing relentlessly down against my clit as the shower turned off in the bathroom and Daniel opened the door from the hallway at the same time.
Barefoot and clothed only in pants, Daniel placed the food tray on the dresser and pushed the pants down his lean hips. Erect and smiling, he pulled his legs from the clingy fabric then straightened and stared at me.
Hunter stepped in front of him to stand at the end of the bed. "Is she wet?"
"Drenched," Aldon teased. His lips brushed below my ear as his fingers tugged my nipple to a thick point.
Hunter's gaze challenged mine. "Show me, love."
Reaching down, I held my labia apart, my cheeks burning with how bold I had become under their tutelage. My clit bobbed with each heavy thump-thump of blood through my lower body.
"Wet and dancing." Hunter murmured his approval. His knees pressing against the mattress, he stroked his erect cock as his eyes traced every curve on my body. "Lovely, Casey."
Daniel shouldered past him and crawled along the bed until he was stretched alongside me. Wearing a wicked grin, he tugged my hand to my side. His fingers started a slow exploration of my cunt as he taunted Hunter. "You should eat first, my friend, get some strength in you. We know how to keep her wet and coming."
The end of the mattress dipped as Hunter climbed onto the bed. With a friendly side glare at Daniel, he slowly lowered his mouth toward my mound. Right before his lips touched me, he looked up and into my eyes. "Tell him to shove it, love."
Ooh.
I arched, a shaky breath leaving me as Hunter began to conquer my pussy one lick at a time. My head drifted sideways until I was looking at Daniel, my eyelids heavy and blinking.
"He said…ahmmm…ooh…" Swallowing a moan, I gripped Daniel's shoulder. "He said shove it."
"What and where?" Daniel teased the corner of my mouth with teeth and tongue, his fingers plucking my other nipple.
Another slow grinding ooh took control of me before I answered. My ass lifted to push my mound more firmly against Hunter's mouth. As I landed, I felt the soft slide of Aldon's palm beneath my bottom. Sliding the hand between my cheeks, he lightly fingered the pucker of my anus as he sucked on my throat.
"I would ask," I moaned, eyes rolling back. "But I don't want to interrupt him."
Reaching between us, I wrapped my fingers around Daniel's cock, a little shiver running through me at how very thick he was. I tugged gently, coaxing him up the bed. "I think we can figure that out on our own."
Daniel shifted until his hip was even with my head, one arm propping his torso up as his pelvis angled toward my mouth. I licked at the tip of his cock, my tongue slow and swirling as I mirrored the way Hunter teased my needy clit.
I moved ever so slightly onto my side, facing Daniel. My leg brushed along Hunter's shoulder to keep my pussy exposed to the tug and pull of his mouth against me. I felt the chilly, wet slide of Aldon's lubed fingers between my cheeks, then the push of one inside me.
I moaned, my pleasure vibrating along Daniel's fat cock as I swallowed him deeper. I sucked him in as far as I could, my hand squeezing and tugging at the rest of his shaft. I slid back, slowly, my fingers stroking lightly after my lips. He groaned and knotted one hand in my hair.
Licking at a pearl of pre-cum, I tongued the center slit with the same glacial patience Hunter used to tease the small nodule tucked inside the hood of my clit. I smiled up at Daniel. "Do you like that, love?" I asked.
Between my legs, Hunter moaned, his hands gripping my thighs harder and his mouth pressing more insistently at my cunt. Sweet heat pooled low in my belly at his reaction and I looked down to find his fierce hazel eyes staring intently at my face.
One hand tugging gently at Daniel's stiff cock, I reached down and stroked along Hunter's temple. "That feels so good, love."
His eyes drifted shut, his mouth growing more tender until he softly suckled at my clit. My head rolled back from the all-consuming pleasure and Aldon claimed a kiss. I felt his shaft breach my anus, slowly stretching the ring of muscle until I accepted him.
All moans and rolling flesh, I broke the kiss and sealed my lips around Daniel's cock. Taking up a leisurely pace, he fucked in and out of my mouth, his fingers knotting in my hair to keep my lips from leaving him again. I felt him swelling, his thigh flexing and straining against my shoulder as he pushed a little deeper then stilled.
Provoked by the stroke of Hunter's fingers in my pussy and the thick, sliding invasion of Aldon in my ass, one final, full-throated groan from me pulled Daniel over the edge. He sucked a deep breath in, his entire body vibrating, and then he came in heavy, creamy jets down my throat, his testicles lifting with each squirt.
He collapsed on the bed next to me, kissed me, his tongue sliding deep inside my mouth as he pulled roughly at my breast and Aldon drove deeper. Breaking the kiss, Daniel's lips whispered against my ear. "He needs to take you, baby."
Looking at Hunter, I gave a soft mewling plea. I reached down, stroked the edges of his ears while I fought against my own climax. "Please, love, please. I want you in me when I come."
Hunter pulled back, his head tilting just enough to escape my touch.
"Please," I whimpered again, my body twisting from so much pleasure. "I love you. I want you in me."
Aldon stilled behind me, his hand lightly caressing my hip as Hunter kissed a slow, meandering path up my body, his gaze refusing to meet mine. Cupping my face, Hunter drew me into a deep kiss of lightly warring tongues and the constant, short strokes of his nails at the corners of my jaw. Aldon's nails raked lightly against my thigh, spreading me open for Hunter to enter.
His cheek rubbed against the back of my head, his words directed at Hunter. "Take her."
Hunter pushed into me, bare -- unsheathed. I gasped, one hand curling around his shoulder. "You're not…"
He smoothed his palm across my stomach. His abdominal muscles tightened, the inward tug of his cock coaxing me closer. Another tug and he kissed me.
"I know, love."
Aldon resumed his smooth, long strokes, reminding me how very full I was with my two lovers inside me. Hunter moved with him, one stroking in as the other stroked out, pleasure seesawing inside me.
Aldon's teeth dented the meat of my shoulder, his thrusts twitching to a halt before he pushed one last time, deep up into me, and came. An after-thrust, another, and then he held, the sharp contractions of my cunt working my ass to milk his shaft.
Tripping along the edge of my own release, I clung to Hunter. The pummel of his thick head dominated my pussy, dragging, thumping and rocking my body into submission. His whispers fell in layers against my cheek and throat, each soft repetition building toward recognition as my pulse pounded against my eardrums. Whispering, thrusting, the words and movement a sweet, aching susurrus repeating until I knew, clinging and coming, what he had said.
I love you, Casey Mack.
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PART ONE
by Flora Dare
Anya slipped into the house, hoping to avoid her father and his likely drunken guest. She was exhausted from her last day of work. She felt her face flush as her anger at her father bubbled up once again. The shiny and expensive sedan out front screamed money, screamed that the guest was someone who could afford a lawyer when her father's inevitable con was exposed. The front hall was dark but there was the line of light under the library door, as well as raised voices.
Bile rose in her throat as she looked at the rich wood that paneled the walls. Everything she loved was going to slip away, no matter what she did. Anya’s bones ached as the library door flung open, and her father's silhouette was outlined. At least with someone else there, he wouldn't be able to browbeat her for another money transfer. Not that there was anything to move anymore. She set a pleasant smile on her face and felt some relief knowing she had just paid for the last year of her sister’s school, and there was no way for her father to get that money now. He gestured at her to come into the library.
"Oh, do we have guests, Father?"
She kept the bland expression on her face as she walked into the room, coming to a halt as she saw the tall man standing by the window. Her father's bitterest rival, former employee and the man she'd been in love with, Leo. A self-made billionaire that looked much like his feline namesake, tawny mane and all.
A more brittle smile graced her lips, and she muttered some pleasantry as she strode over to the brandy decanter. She poured herself a small tipple, deciding to rely on a little liquid courage to get her through this meeting. If Leo was here, in this house, there was certainly no good news.
Anya nodded at the man, forcing a stilted greeting, "How do you do, Leo? It's been a while since I last saw you."
"I was last here for your mother's funeral, before George had me thrown out."
Anya closed her eyes, fighting back the surge of emotion that flooded her. It had already been a year since her mother, Louisa, had finally succumbed to the cancer that ravaged her, and Anya learned the extent of her father's crimes. She flicked back to her father, worried by his unusual silence. He was pale faced and for once looked nervous. The sinking feeling in her stomach increased as she saw the stern, unforgiving expression on Leo's face. She threw back the brandy, and set the glass down.
"I don’t want to intrude if you’re talking about business. Interesting seeing you, Leo.”
If anything, the grim look on Leo's face worsened and her father scowled and barked, “Stay."
Anya’s ears burned with her temper. She was not going to be dragged into another of her father's schemes.
"I rather think not. This is no business of mine, and I had a rather early start to the day." She could barely get the clipped phrases out, and just wanted to escape. Leo snorted at her, and she stepped back as her father clenched his fists.
"More shopping, princess?"
"My business is just that. Mine." Her words were colder than she intended, but she'd held her rage in for a very long year, and now that Victoria was taken care of and safely over 18, she didn't have to maintain a meek facade. Her father stepped towards her, but she wasn't going to let him win, not this time.
"Oh, not anymore, princess. You and George are well and truly busted, this time." Leo stepped towards Anya. "I let it go for as long as I could, but this time you’ve gone too far, George. Did you think people wouldn’t find out? You can’t hide your losses forever, and your investors’ empty accounts are going to demand investigation."
Anya kept her face pleasant, as her gut churned. Leo had left her when her mother got sick, and she had been too destroyed by grief and her father's betrayal to find out why.
"Regardless of your issues with my father, they do not involve me. Besides, you lost the right to my business when you left me," she said.
Leo pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and thrust it into her face.
"Then you shouldn't have gotten involved, and I'm going to send you both to jail for it." She grabbed the paper and studied it, the color bleeding out of her face as she realized her signature was emblazoned on the document.
"But, no, this can't be, I didn't sign this!" She turned to her father, aghast at how far he had fallen. "What did you do?" Her voice cracked as she shook the paper at him, and she screamed, "What did you do?" George shot his hand out, grabbed her arm and shook her hard.
"You did this, you made this happen. I told you to give me that account. I told you what needed to happen.”
Leo moved quickly, and pulled back her father, then turned his attention back to Anya, his face dark with anger, and said, "Are you ok?" She nodded.
"No matter how angry you are that she's trying to save her own skin, do not touch her again." Leo's eyes locked with George’s, until the older man finally looked away. "I do have a proposition that will save both your skins, in honor of Louisa. She is the only reason I gave you this long."
Anya’s mouth twisted. Now he honored her mother? When she’d needed him, he left her.
"She'll do it, Leo." Her father rasped, his voice broken.
Anya just stared at the piece of paper, her name forged on it. She'd known her father was a criminal, hidden under the veneer of high society, but this final act, of all the things, to bring her down with him - her shoulders drooped. She closed her eyes and was surprised to feel the brandy glass pressed back into her hand. She looked up into Leo's eyes and threw back the brandy, reveling in the burn as the brandy slid down her throat and sent warmth back into her core.
She was so lost in Leo's eyes that she was startled when her father spoke.
"Are we in agreement, Leo?"
Her head snapped around as she glared at her father, and she said, "What is it that you think I'll do for you?"
He sneered at her, "You'll do it for you, and for your sister. It's our only option."
She pulled herself together, looked Leo in the eye, raised one eyebrow and said, "At least tell me the proposition."
Leo swept his gaze over her, and said, "I find myself in need of a wife, a very specific kind of wife. A wife with the background and connections to take my business to the next level."
Anya went cold inside. She would have done anything for him, before. But now the offer made her mouth taste like ashes, and she said, "Excuse me? I don't understand."
"Your father destroyed the business, but the name still opens doors. I'm the only one that realizes the extent of how badly off you are. The company and your name are what I need."
"Can't you just buy the business?"
"It's worth nothing. If we did a sale, that would become common knowledge. That does not suit my purpose, nor does paying full price for a worthless company."
Her father interjected, "But if he marries you, it's just assumed he'll take control and merge them. People won't dig deeper."
Leo continued. "People will think we've simply continued our relationship after your period of mourning for your mother. They won't wonder why it's not a huge society wedding." He took a sip of his drink, relishing the fine brandy, and said, "We will have to start socializing after, and I do expect us to be married in every sense of the word. There will be no servants gossiping about separate bedrooms."
Anya couldn't form coherent thoughts as a blaze of heat flashed through her. Once, they had been explosive in bed, and now, to be forced back to his bed. She squeezed the glass in her hand, trying to keep from crying. She didn't realize the strength
of her rage until it exploded in her hand. She gasped and dropped the glass. Leo stepped towards her, alarm on his face as blood dripped down onto the carpet. She threw her other hand up, stopping him.
"No. Don't touch me." Anya looked up at her father, not able to hide the sneer and pointed at the door with her good hand, "Out! Get out, now."
He started swelling up and blustering, when she cut him off, "No, George. This isn't your negotiation. It's mine."
"I'm your father, don't use my name, and you can't throw me out of a room in my house."
"Leave, George, or I'll happily send us both to jail. You gave up your familial rights with me,” she said. “Just get out, now."
She dropped her gaze to her hand, watching the blood drip slowly to the ground, vaguely aware of Leo escorting her father out of the room. She couldn't focus on anything but the blood, until Leo came back, and wrapped his hand around hers, exposing the wound. For a moment, his hands were tender and heat flooded through her. He pressed a towel into her hand and she finally looked up at him. His eyes hardened and she pulled away.
"I didn't sign that paper."
He smirked, and said, "I'm sure you didn't."
She pressed her lips together, "I didn't. You’ve known me a very long time, do you really think I would embezzle from my family’s company?"
He laughed. "You should be in the movies, you're almost convincing."
She looked away, unable to bear the scorn. What happened to the love they'd once shared? The end to their relationship had been so abrupt, and then she’d buried herself in caring for her father. "I didn't, but it doesn't really matter, does it? You know I can't afford to hire a lawyer. I'm trapped."
"You could own up to your misdeeds. I'm sure they would give you a deal for selling out your father." His mouth twisted up as he said, "But that would mean admitting your as guilty as him, and you aren't going to do that, are you?"
She turned and walked to the fireplace, staring into the flames, letting the heat sink into her skin.
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