Casey

by Claire Marta

  She melted into him, letting him take control, yielding herself to his caress and the touch of his partner’s hands. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts into Iosefa’s fingers and moaned into Malik’s mouth. As hungry as he was for her, taking her on the living room sofa was less than ideal. He wanted to take their time with her, hold her, make love to her.

  “Bedroom,” he growled against her lips, letting his true voice bend her to their will. He pulled her to a stand with him and scooped her up in his arms. Iosefa led the way, opening the door to her room and throwing back the covers on the bed, allowing him to carry her inside and lay her in the middle of the mattress.

  Iosefa plucked off her shoes and pulled off her socks. Malik hooked his fingers in her waistband and managed to catch her underwear, too, pulling her panties off with her fleece bottoms.

  She helped him peel off her top and cast it aside. The firm, ripe mounds of her bare breasts bounced with the motion. Her areolas were puckered. Her pink nipples were drawn into tight, hardened points. Unable to help himself, Malik bent his head and took one in his mouth, tasting her flesh, smelling the soft scent of apple that clung to her skin. She speared her fingers into his hair and encouraged his attentions.

  Iosefa joined them on the mattress. Roughly spreading her thighs wide to accommodate him, he set to work teasing her clit. They’d only been with her once before. One fast and lustful coupling. Tonight, they both planned to explore every inch of Casey. Savor her. Love her. Show her that there was nothing to fear. That she could trust them.

  “Condoms?” Iosefa rumbled, his tongue dancing over the bundle of sensitive nerves, making her squirm.

  Casey moaned. “The drawer beside the bed.”

  They hadn’t been there when they’d searched her room previously. Had she bought prophylactics with them in mind? Malik briefly wondered. They knew that the transformation process was complete but they still didn’t know if she was pregnant. He dreamed of seeing her body ripe and swollen with child. Iosefa wanted it, too. For now, they would use protection for her peace of mind. Nothing could be allowed to destroy the intimacy they’d woven around her. Casey’s mind would be at ease. They would take care of her as they had promised.

  Iosefa fastened his lips over her clit and pushed a finger into her vagina. Casey gasped her pleasure, her body stiffening, then jerking when she came with a cry, grinding her denuded mound against the Samoan’s mouth and fucking herself with his hand.

  Ripping off his knit cowl, Iosefa stood up and stripped, tossing his clothes aside as he crossed to the bedside table. Opening the top drawer, he pulled out the entire box of condoms and eyed the rest of the contents speculatively.

  Malik shook his head. There would be time for toys later. Right now, rubbers and lubricant would do. Hopefully, they wouldn’t run out of either before the night was through.

  Iosefa lay down on the bed, stretching out on the other side of Casey. Nodding at Malik, the men switched tasks. Malik undressed while Iosefa adored her breasts and worshipped her body, his long, dark hair teasing her skin, his beard sensually abrading it. Nude, Malik tore open a packet and rolled a condom on his length, remembering the feel of her mouth and how hot it had been watching Iosefa pound into her pussy in Precious’s office.

  His turn.

  Spreading her knees, he climbed onto the bed between her legs and positioned himself with the tip of his erection at the apex of her thighs. She’d either shaved or waxed, leaving her skin as smooth as a girl’s. But her swollen, needy folds were all woman. The scent of her arousal filled the air. Wetting himself on her juices, he found her opening with the head of his cock and squeezed his way inside, forging ahead, easing back, and driving in again until she was more than filled with him.

  Heaven.

  She felt like heaven.

  Or as close as he could get to it here on earth.

  Malik groaned his pleasure, his true voice echoing in its depths.

  “Yes,” Casey breathed. “God, yes.”

  He started to move, torn between watching his prick slide in and out of her welcoming warmth and watching Iosefa play with her breasts. Catching her nipples in the vise of his fingers, he pulled on her tits, making her moan and arch off the bed. Malik thrust into her at the same time, finding her clit with his thumb and pressing her button.

  She came on his cock, drenching him with her release while her walls rippled along his shaft, squeezing the column of flesh and milking his length. He could easily have finished but he kept his end at bay. They had all night. He planned to make the most of it.

  He and Iosefa had spent hours watching her, imagining how they’d like to take her. Catching his brother’s attention, together they eased Casey to one side of the bed. Iosefa lay on his back and pulled their mate on top of him, impaling her on his cock. Malik left them long enough to lube up. As an afterthought, he retrieved an anal plug from her toy drawer and lubed it up as well.

  Holding it in his hand, he knelt over Iosefa’s leg and lowered his head, extending his tongue toward the ruched ring of flesh and rimming her anus, still clean from her shower. She whimpered with need. Iosefa fed it, bucking his hips and thrusting into her at the same time Malik’s tongue pierced her flesh. Encouraged by her response, he replaced his tongue with the plug, slipping the lubed metal teardrop between her bottom cheeks and pressing it into her hole.

  He pulled on the plug, fucking her with it, giving her a taste of things to come. When she was shoving back on it, silently begging for more, he gave it to her, setting the plug aside and sinking his length into her ass. Only a thin wall separated his erection from Iosefa’s. Together, they more than filled her.

  She responded beautifully as they made sweet love to her, bringing her to peak after peak of pleasure. Eventually, it was their turn to climax, shuddering to a finish together and filling the ends of their condoms. Malik eased out and took care of his in the restroom down the hall, bringing back hot, wet washcloths and clean, dry towels.

  Casey let them minister to her, cleaning her body, caressing her, stimulating the points that soon had her writhing with need. They wrapped up again, not stopping until the box was empty and her needs were replete.

  She fell asleep between them, still smiling.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  The intrusive ring of a phone dragged Casey from her peaceful slumber. Groaning, she rolled onto her back and groped across the mattress in the direction of the bedside table. Feeling nothing but cool sheets, it took her a second to realize she was alone in the middle of the bed.

  The call went to voicemail before she could take it.

  Her mind kicked into gear. The events of the night before came flooding back. From the sweet ache between her legs, she hadn’t dreamed of having sex with Malik and Iosefa. They had wiped away the lingering memory of Ivan. Last night he’d wasted no time unbuttoning his fly. At the first red light, he’d fisted her hair in one hand and shoved his length down her throat. Her lips had been swollen from the roughness of his handling. The noises she’d made when he’d triggered her gag reflex rang in her ears. It hadn’t been about her pleasure but his. That fact had been plain. She was sure it had also been punishment for refusing to fuck him.

  She’d insisted on returning to her apartment. With Morgan still staying with the guys, it had felt empty and abandoned. Showering, she’d cleansed herself of Ivan’s touch, but the usual contentment she experienced when being with him was lacking.

  Things in her life were shifting, and Casey didn’t like it. Morgan’s new boyfriends had stolen her away. She felt jealous. Deep down, she had a fear of being alone. Her best friend had become a lifeline in her world. The sister she’d never had. Casey had always presented a strong, unbreakable facade to those around her. The truth was, she was just as fragile as everyone else. Recent events had left her nerves frayed. It felt as if things around her had begun to unravel, threatening to leave her adrift.

  Spying Malik and Iosefa outside, she’d been inexplicably and undeni
ably drawn to them. In a moment of desperation, she had used them as a substitute for what she really needed—the discipline and release to be found at The Secret Garden Club. She needed to anchor in, tether herself before she could safely fly. Malik and Iosefa had grounded her. They’d made her feel special and safe—things that she hadn’t truly felt with a man. She’d never let herself get in too deep. Never allowed herself to develop feelings. She couldn’t afford the distraction. A moment’s hesitation was all it took to get someone killed. And if Ivan found out…

  Christ on a cracker.

  Sighing, Casey sat up, shoving loose strands of red hair out of her eyes. There was no sign of Iosefa or Malik. Had they left? Fucked her and gone?

  Pushing the twinge of hurt in her chest aside, she eyed her bedroom door that had been left ajar. It was better this way. No complications. She wouldn’t have to kick them out.

  Just then, the smell of fresh-brewed coffee drifted down the hall.

  Things suddenly got complicated again.

  Give me a fucking break.

  Cursing her luck, she reached for her phone and swiped her finger across the screen to see who called. The display showing Ivan’s number made her stomach knot. He’d left a voice message. Pressing play, she listened intently.

  “You disappoint me, kiska. You thought I wouldn’t find out about your friends? They are enjoying breakfast, da?” His tone was dangerously devoid of emotion, not even a hint of jealousy. “I expect to see you at The Garden tonight at nine. You’ve been a bad girl and will be punished. Wear your schoolgirl skirt and no panties like a good slut. Wear the heels that I like. Disappointing me a second time is not something you want to do. Only I can give you Popov. Remember that.”

  As the message ended, Casey felt panic rise. Ivan’s lack of emotion frightened her. He might want to bring Popov down for what he’d done to his wife and daughter but his interest in her was becoming obsessive.

  Her only solace was that he’d chosen the club rather than somewhere private. Precious Pet would see that she stayed safe. She wouldn’t let him go too far. Casey would keep their interaction on the main floor. There was no way that she’d agree to go upstairs with him tonight.

  Her thoughts jumped to Iosefa and Malik. Her weakness for closeness last night had put them in danger. She didn’t want to be the cause of their deaths. Ivan was lethal. He was having her watched. His message confirmed that. Casey couldn’t let them jeopardize her mission. She had to cut them loose for their sake as well as her own.

  Flipping the sheet off her body, she scrambled out of bed, threw on a silk robe, and stalked from the bedroom down the hall. They needed to be gone now. For their own safety. No repeats. She’d invoke her new one-time rule.

  What she discovered in the kitchen stopped her in her tracks. Malik was busy frying bacon. Iosefa was sitting at the table, and he wasn’t alone.

  Morgan sat next to Aiden.

  Christ on a cracker.

  What the fuck was she supposed to do now? Morgan would know she was lying about no repeats. She’d have to use the hand signal she’d taught her when a situation was dangerous so she’d keep her mouth shut and play along.

  Better yet, maybe she could get them to leave. All of them. Morgan and Aiden first, then The Cowled Crusader and Sidepiece.

  All eyes turned to where she stood in the doorway, the unwanted center of attention. From the lift of Morgan’s eyebrow and the small smile playing across her lips, she’d already guessed what had happened.

  Footsteps alerted Casey to Zac who was returning from the hallway bathroom. Fuck. Both of Morgan’s men were here. Zac was wearing a brooding expression. When their eyes met, he gave her a silent nod in greeting.

  “Casey,” Morgan greeted her sweetly as Zac claimed the free place beside her roommate. “I wasn’t expecting to find Malik and Iosefa staying over.”

  Tightening the sash around her waist, Casey padded towards the coffee maker. “It was cold and damp last night. I thought the least I could do was let them camp out in here.”

  Motioning toward the living room, she eyed both men and silently dared them to differ.

  Malik cocked his head and frowned. Iosefa watched her with a fathomless look. Thankfully, neither corrected the lie.

  Morgan, though, didn’t look convinced. “On the couch?”

  “We have a recliner, too, and there’s a nice, clean carpet on the floor,” she snapped, pouring herself a drink. Turning, she propped her hip against the cabinet. “It’s not like they haven’t stayed here before,” she reminded her curtly. “What are you doing home anyway? I thought you guys were shacked up at the Citadel.”

  Her best friend blinked at her tone. “I... wanted to get some more clothes and check up on things.”

  “Well, as you can see, everything is fine,” Casey continued, the words cutting her up inside. “No robberies. No domestic violence. No murders. Although I can’t swear that the trend will continue. Just to let you know, I’ll be gone tonight. You know, in case you were wondering about my plans.”

  Confusion and hurt flashed over Morgan’s face. Curving a protective arm around her shoulders, Aiden drew her into his side.

  “Morgan has been worried about you,” he informed her gruffly. “She thought you would like to come over tonight and watch a movie with us. After everything that has happened, she wished for some normalcy.”

  “Movie night was last night. Friday nights,” Casey replied sharply. “You left me on my own, remember? I’ve made plans for the rest of the weekend.”

  Morgan bristled. “I kind of had other things on my mind—like the fallout of being kidnapped. You said you were coming to the police station, but you didn’t show,” she reminded her. “You just… vanished after breakfast. You didn’t even bother to call to check on how it went or see how I was doing.”

  Abandoning her untouched coffee, Casey swept the occupants of the room with an icy glare. They had no clue of the torture she’d suffered through Thursday trying to find her friend. The mental anguish she’d experienced, thinking Morgan was dead. How she’d trolled the streets in desperation. Followed every lead. Almost bargained with a killer. How she was neck-deep in a covert operation aimed at the heart of the Bratva. That she had to watch every word or risk discovery and death. One slip up and it all went to hell. Casey was trying to protect them. Keep them safe.

  “Well, you look like you're doing just fine,” she growled, all the emotions bottled up inside her seething. “Lock up when you're done.”

  Without a backward glance, she stormed from the room, knowing if she stayed any longer she’d only say something else she would regret. Entering her bedroom, she slammed her door behind her. Tears pricked her eyes but she refused to let them fall, clinging to the anger burning inside her.

  Casey had to mentally prepare herself for tonight. Ivan was playing games. His fascination with her was not something that she craved. There was no way she could turn him down, though. He’d been right the night before. She needed him. Everything hinged on his position to bring Popov down. Casey had made a deal with the devil. Only now was she starting to realize the repercussions of her actions.

  A soft knock on her door dragged her from her thoughts.

  “Casey?” Malik’s voice was soft. “What is wrong?”

  Wiping the anxious expression from her features, she turned to find Iosefa with him. “What the hell are you two still doing here?”

  “We were making you breakfast. We wanted to talk to you about last night.”

  “Oh, please, don’t tell me you thought it meant something.” She forced a light laugh into her voice. “It was sex. I was horny, and you were both there. It was a bit of fun but I have a one-time rule. I don’t do repeats. Last night was it, boys. That’s all you’re getting from me.”

  Her words struck them like a physical blow. Iosefa tensed, the look on his face mirroring the confusion in Malik’s eyes. “Just sex?”

  The way he was looking at her, she felt like a cartoon vil
lain who’d just skinned some puppies. He had no clue what it was costing her to cut them loose and set them free.

  “Of course.” Tearing her gaze away, she began rummaging through a drawer of underwear. “I don’t do relationships. I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea but it’s better if you know now. Let’s not make this any more awkward than it needs to be.”

  Casey didn’t like the sharp pain in her chest. It hurt. She was being cruel, and she hated it. Neither of them deserved it but self-preservation was screaming in her head. She needed them out. Permanently gone from her life and safely away from her. The feelings they evoked were unwanted. She couldn’t afford to get attached even though deep down she knew she already was.

  Malik and Iosefa had slipped through the iron walls she lived behind. The only other people who had managed that were her godmother and Morgan. It was too much. Feelings meant pain. They made you weak. Vulnerable. Casey had sworn after her brother’s death to be strong. Unbreakable.

  She’d slipped up. Let people in.

  Let two men in.

  She needed strings-free sex. Hot, hard fucking from Doms with benefits, not the sweet, intimate loving these two men had shown her last night. A union that had made something inside her sing and filled her with contentment.

  They’d made her want more, and that just wasn’t possible. Not if she hoped to keep them alive and safe from Ivan.

  “Casey…”

  The way Iosefa murmured her name made her ache inside.

  “You know where the door is.” She laced her tone with venom. “Don’t bother hanging around outside. I won’t let you back in. In fact, stop watching the apartment altogether. We don’t need you. I don’t need you.”

  She expected them to argue. Talk more. Instead, a long silence stretched. Casey turned her back on them but felt their eyes on her as she sorted clothes, holding her breath. The soft click of the bedroom door closing startled her. Freezing, she glanced over her shoulder to find herself alone.

  They were gone.