by Anya Summers
"Interesting, about Jared; you guys just seem like a unit. And yes, Zeke and Chase are dual tops, have been from the start. I'm easing in as well as I can, I suppose." Kara held back some of her fears, as much as she liked Zoey, and felt that under other circumstances they would be friends, in this scenario, she was a client first and foremost—a relationship which a friendship might evolve from in time.
"Can I ask, was last night your first time with them? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I think it's the magic of this place. I think this manor brings people together." A slight shadow passed over Zoey's features.
Kara studied Zoey in a new light. Didn't miss a thing, did she? Perceptive little miss, and it appeared the three of them and the bride and groom weren't the only ones to find their fantasies fulfilled at Mullardoch. "Yes, it was the first time we'd joined, I guess you could say. Although, the relationship itself began before we landed."
That much, at least, was true.
"Okay, not to change subjects on you, but we have a lot of decisions to make in the next few days if we are going to pull this wedding off," Kara continued. "Here are my sample booklets of invitations. Since we have the date secured and this is a destination wedding for most, if not all of your guests, I suggest we get those squared away first."
"Good call," Zoey said, setting her coffee cup down.
Kara and Zoey spent the next three hours selecting the wedding invitations; Kara designed them and got them ordered.
They were going over china patterns when there was a knock on the door. "Come in."
Jared poked his head in. The man was a study in old world elegance and devilish charm. If she didn't already have her dance card full at the moment, Kara might have considered attempting to entice the tousled redhead Jared into a roll in the sack.
"Zeke asked me to collect you both for the menu tasting," Jared explained.
"Thank you, Jared. We can finish up looking through these later," Zoey said, closing the sample book and placing it on the coffee table. Then she directed her attention back toward Jared. "Why don't you come help me? Declan is stuck in meetings, and I think a man's perspective is called for when it comes to the food," Zoey insisted as she stood and headed toward him.
"Certainly, lass. Shall we go?" Jared held out an arm toward her in a gentlemanly fashion. Zoey approached him and threaded her hand around his bicep.
Zoey didn't see the wistful expression in Jared's eyes, but Kara did. The man was besotted with his best friend's woman—one who didn't return those feelings, and what was more, he knew it. Kara's heart squeezed a bit at the pain she feared it would cause him. And it unsettled her. Was that bound to happen between her and her partners? Would there be one of them who cared more than the others and was left out?
God, she hoped not!
"You guys go on down, I'll be there in a minute," Kara murmured, moving sample books around. She could pack up the ones that held the invitation examples, and there was a book of china patterns Zoey had discarded.
"All right, we'll see you in a few minutes," Zoey replied over her shoulder as Jared escorted her from the room.
Kara sighed as she entered the bathroom and freshened up. After last night and then again this morning, she felt like she needed a nap and was dragging a bit. Except there was plenty to do with this wedding, at least the beginning stages. Once they had everything ordered, it was her job to stay on top of all the vendors and make sure deliveries happened as scheduled. She didn't need to be in Scotland to accept the deliveries, though. Once they had made all the selections and Chase had finished his design, they would be able to return to Manhattan, so they had a few more days here before returning home. Then they would be here for the full week leading up to the wedding. They'd already booked their return airfare for the day after Christmas.
She just wished she understood where her partners wanted their relationship to go. Then maybe she wouldn't feel like she was still trying to get her bearings. Then again, it was new to all of them; maybe they didn't have any more of a clue than she did. Especially with that whole Chase thing she'd witnessed that morning.
After splashing some water on her face, she left the room and headed down to the smaller of the two dining rooms. Zeke was in his element as Mrs. Stewart helped him serve his culinary masterpieces. He was so gorgeous; his blue eyes like sapphires, gleaming with zest and satisfaction as Jared and Zoey ate his creations. Where he really shone wasn't in the serving but actually watching him cook. It was like watching a conductor lead a symphony orchestra.
"I love this. I think I gained five pounds just eating the samples of it," Zoey said as she stuffed another bite of what was, by the smell of it, his seared flank steak. And it was heavenly.
"Kara, be a dear and open the next wine. If it's the flank you are considering, you need to try it paired with this excellent chardonnay." Zeke nodded to the bottle near him. He was putting a few veggie dishes in front of Zoey and Jared which she knew went well with the flank.
Kara used the corkscrew, let the 2010 breathe a bit as he'd shown her, and then poured two small tasting glasses of the red. She artfully delivered them and was proud of herself that she didn't have a klutz moment. There had been this one time, with the same wine. Kara could still recall the mother of the bride's screams as it stained her silk blouse.
They spent the next two hours tasting and selecting the wines, the hors d'oeuvres, the salad, the side dishes, main course, the wedding cake, and the deserts. By the time they were finished, Kara felt a bit like a turkey on Thanksgiving. She and Zoey left the dining room and returned to her bedroom to go over more of the selections for the reception dinner. Zoey left her later, toting a few of Kara's sample books which she promised to look over with Declan that evening, along with a promise to review Elise's wedding gown portfolio.
Kara sprawled on the couch, her shoes off, and her eyes closed. There was a knock at her door and she pushed down the urge to tell whoever it was to go away.
"Come in."
Zeke walked in, closing the door behind him. She loved the way he looked after he'd spent time in the kitchen. It never failed to amaze her how passionate he was about food. It gave him this high octane energy that constantly rippled off him.
He was on top of her and possessing her mouth before her brain had time to comprehend going from sleepy to needy in a flash. Apparently, cooking also made him extremely horny, if the enormous bulge in his pants was anything to go by as he ground his hips into hers. She loved the feel of him on top of her, pressing her down into the cushions.
"Do you know how much I wanted to bend you over the table in the dining room earlier as you ooed and aahed with Zoey over the menu items?" He nipped at her jaw.
"No." She moaned as his hands cupped her breasts through the fabric of her blouse.
"I couldn't get the image out of my mind, Kara. Come with me." Zeke climbed off the couch and pulled her to her feet in full-on Dom mode. The man left her no room to argue. Not that she wanted to; when she'd agreed last night, she had done so jumping in completely. Her pulse fluttered as he ushered her toward the bathroom. Anticipation rode high in her blood as Zeke shut and locked the door behind them.
Then he drew her into his arms, backing her up against the vanity. His mouth was on hers and she surrendered to his passionate urgency. He ravaged her mouth. Kara slid her arms around his neck, holding him in place as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Any doubts or questions she had about the relationship were extinguished with every stroke of his tongue against hers.
Her world had dwindled to him and his urgent, demanding kiss. His breaths were hers, she needed nothing but what he gave her, and she felt her body let go of any inhibitions, surrendering to Zeke without thought of consequence.
Then his large hands ripped her blouse open down the middle, exposing her breasts in the black polka-dot bra, the buttons of her blouse pinged and scattered on the tile around the room.
"I need to fuck you. Right now," Zeke stated
bluntly, and Kara's insides shivered in delicious anticipation.
"Yes. But my blouse!" she cried, not that she cared over much; she was startled by the virulent passion exploding forth from Zeke. He was like a hurricane battering at her defenses and sending her hormones into overdrive.
"I'll buy you ten to replace it," he promised as he swiveled her body so that her back was to him and they both faced the vanity mirror and long marble countertop.
Zeke shoved her up against the counter, yanked her skirt up to her hips, and bent her forward. He ripped her panties, snapping the delicate silk aside and exposing her sex to him. She watched his face in the mirror as he undid the zipper on his pants in one smooth yank. His turgid length spilled from his pants and then he was pushing his thick shaft inside her pussy in a forceful plunge. She started to close her eyes as he entered her, the sensations of his penis stretching the walls of her channel were intense.
"No, don't close your eyes. I want you to watch me fucking you, pet. Understand?" He held her gaze in the mirror, never losing his stride as he thrust his erection inside her quivering folds.
"Yes, Master," she replied on an open mouthed moan, and was rewarded with some brutal, fast digs. He gripped her hips tight enough she was sure she would have bruises before he was through but she didn't care. He pumped his hips, his length furrowing deep with every lunge. She held on to the counter as her desire intensified with every hard stroke.
He drew his right hand back and landed a hard smack on her right bottom cheek as he plunged his cock inside her pussy. The heat of the blow singed along her nerve endings, traveling directly to her pussy, making her clench around his member and adding to her pleasure.
"Again, please Master," she begged him as lust took hold. She just wanted him to keep fucking her.
He was in an obliging mood, dropping a smattering of swats against her rear. It made her lose control and she was keening his name. "Master Zeke, harder, please."
His hands were on her shoulders as he increased the tempo of his thrusts and all the while she watched his expression, loving how fierce his face became as he pistoned his hips, plunging inside her. The slap of flesh filled the room. Just as she felt the beginning tremors of her climax, Zeke withdrew his erection from her pussy.
"No, don't stop, Master," she wailed in frustration, her muscles clenching.
He swiveled her body, turning her face toward him and was about to lift her up onto the counter when she placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
"Let me suck your cock, Master," she pleaded, staring at his proud erection. It was bloody perfect. And she wanted it in her mouth.
The only acquiesce she received was a tight nod and he pushed her down into a kneeling position. She happily sank down in front of him. Hungrily taking him into her mouth, she reveled in the taste of herself on his firm cock. Bobbing her head up and down, she moaned around him, running her tongue over the head. He began to piston his hips, fucking her mouth just as brutally as he had done with her pussy.
Then he pulled his member free from her mouth and hefted her up onto the counter.
"I want to come inside you," Zeke said, and plunged inside her vagina.
His words made her desire spiral higher and she thrust her hips, meeting his ardent strokes. Her world had boiled down to him and the rigorous fucking her was giving her. Their gazes locked as he pounded her flesh, slamming his pelvis against hers as she undulated her hips, so near the edge. She sank her fingers into his back, holding on as he lost control, ramming his cock inside her to the hilt, hitting her cervix in an almost painful fashion. Over and over, in and out, sweat dripped down her back, coated their bodies, and she could do nothing but hold on and ride the waves of his passion. A tsunami hit her nervous system as wave upon wave of ecstasy pounded through her body.
"Ah, Master!" She screamed as her climax riddled her body, clenching and spasming over his thick erection.
"Kara," Zeke roared. "Ah, I'm coming."
Rapid thrusts pounded inside her as his cock jolted in her folds, then the hot jets of Zeke's semen poured forth in her channel and filled her as his own climax cascaded through him. He continued thrusting until every drop of their orgasms was spent.
Zeke captured her lips and kissed her gently, she felt her heart tremble and quake. She knew she was losing her heart to her partners. But could she be in love with two men at the same time?
Chapter 7
Chase was in the ballroom, drop cloths underneath his feet as he sawed and shaped a series of Greek columns. He loved working with his hands. There was the technical side of his job, the architectural design, the calculations and formulas inherent with creating a structure which he enjoyed immensely. But what he loved more was actually creating the design with his own two hands. It soothed his soul in ways little else did.
He'd worked at an architectural firm in Manhattan for a half dozen years before he decided to break free and go it on his own. Chase liked what he did, while he wasn't creating monolithic buildings that would stand the test of time and be lauded for generations, or designing new homes and discovering ways to improve a home's durability, he felt like he was creating works of art that brought people joy. It had been by accident that he'd fallen into designing temporary structures for weddings. And now his designs were highly sought after in the wedding industry. His creations had landed on numerous bridal magazine covers over the years and the industry standards were constantly changing. He liked the fact that he could design multiple projects in a year.
Whenever he worked like this with his hands and tools he would lose track of time, getting lost inside the act of creation. Well, usually he would. Today had been an unlikely exception to the rule. As he carved and contoured the wood, he remembered the silky feel of Kara's skin. The way her hips curved and flared. How her breasts fit snuggly in his hands and the feel of her tight sheath around him. He didn't think he'd ever been so happy with nary a dark cloud hovering. The fact that he and Zeke had finally joined with Kara drove away most of the darkness in his soul.
He loved her, had almost since the first time they had met. Even though he still felt part of the puzzle piece was missing in his heart, he was confident that loving Kara, having her love him back, would be enough.
It had to be enough.
By the time he finished for the day, dinner had come and gone and the sun had set. He liked Declan's home. There were a couple of things he would change if it was his, from an architectural standpoint, anyway. Mrs. Stewart fed him dinner in the kitchen upon his request. He was filthy from his work and didn't want to make more work for the help than necessary. Chase's mom had been a hotel maid when he was growing up and she'd always seemed so tired. He never liked adding to someone's plate, even when he knew that Declan paid his help extremely well.
The older matron clucked about him like a mother hen, making sure he had his fill of succulent roast beef. She reminded him a bit of his mother before she'd passed. He didn't know why he was thinking about his mom so much other than he knew she would have adored Kara. She had traits his mom would have approved of had she not gotten a brain tumor and passed away before her fiftieth birthday.
Christ, his thoughts were maudlin today. He should be jumping for joy, not dredging up painful memories of the past.
Shaking himself, Chase finished his meal and then trudged to the elevator, taking the conveyance up to his room.
He wondered what Kara and Zeke were doing right now. They'd agreed to meet in Kara's room tonight instead of the DFC, which he was fine with. He didn't want to mingle, he just wanted to hear their sub's sweet cries of ecstasy. Chase stopped in his room and took a quick shower to eliminate the thin layer of sawdust coating his skin and hair. He dressed casually, planning to be out of his clothes before long if he had anything to say about it.
Chase exited his room and went next door, to Kara's. He heard his lovers' voices through the door and didn't hesitate to turn the knob. What he saw upon entering made his dick harden in an inst
ant. Kara was fully restrained and on her back. It almost brought him to his knees as a wave of desire swamped his system.
"About time you joined us," Zeke said from his supine position on the bed next to Kara as he caressed the pert globes of her breasts. Kara's breathy little gasps were sweet music to Chase's ears.
Zeke had frog tied Kara's legs, tying her ankles to her thigh, then they had been spread, exposing her delicate folds open in invitation. The position tilted Kara's pelvis up for a deep penetration. Christ, Kara looked like an offering to a god. The lips of her pussy gleamed with moisture and made Chase's mouth water. Her hands were bound above her head in leather cuffs that were connected to a single chain attached to the headboard. Her beautiful tits, the tight buds of her nipples, pointed toward the ceiling as Zeke fondled them.
"Master," Kara cried, joy stamped across her features as she spotted him. His gut clenched.
He'd loved her for years, but her open responses to him and Zeke were making him fall in love with her, and he was surprised at how deeply altered he felt. The glistening dew coating her pussy lips beckoned him. He stripped on his way to the bed, kicking his shoes off and letting his clothes fall where they may.
He climbed in and went directly for the plump lips of her pussy. He licked over her folds, loving the sound of her shocked little gasps as he swirled his tongue within her slick folds. He lashed and circled her clitoris, humming his enjoyment against the tiny nub. At Kara's moans he increased the pressure of his tongue and then he inserted two fingers, growling at the way her sheath clasped at them, drawing them further inside her snug channel. He teased her core with his teeth, playfully biting as he thrust his fingers.
"Suck my cock," he heard Zeke say, and Chase shot his gaze up Kara's taut body and watched Zeke straddle her torso.