by Anya Summers
If it weren't for Kara, he would be beside himself entirely. As it was, he was barely holding it together. The day had passed in a blur of trying to reach Zeke while constructing and painting faux Greek columns.
"No, he's still ignoring my call. His flight landed about an hour ago," he murmured as he glanced at the dark night sky beyond the window. He didn't know how to fix this. He normally did, but he couldn't find it in him to be ashamed of his feelings for Zeke. They were there, and just as prominent as his love for Kara. For him, it was the three of them that were a unit. It would have come out eventually; Chase had no doubt it had only been a matter of time. And there was a weight he had been carrying in his soul that was no longer present. Even though it had gone so disastrously, he was glad Zeke knew he loved him.
Kara's arms slid around his back from her perch at the side of the bed. She kissed his cheek and pulled him close. "I miss him, too. We'll get him back."
He rubbed her arms, leaning into to her embrace. He wished he could believe that. He knew Zeke, and how much he held on to a slight or hurt. Chase had been with Zeke when things had fallen apart on his show. He'd been there to help his friend pick up of the pieces of his life, had been the one to convince him to top a sub with him that first time at the DFC. Chase was bi. He'd been with both women and men; it wasn't something he felt ashamed of in the slightest bit, but he'd understood that, when it came to Zeke, if he wanted to get close to him then he would have to keep his love for him under wraps.
One thing had led to another, and Chase had subverted his feelings for Zeke into the subs they topped together. And then the miracle of Kara had happened. She had been the missing piece to their puzzle. Chase adored her with every fiber of his being. She'd been the rays of sunshine entering his life after so much darkness. All she had to do was smile at him and he was lost in her. His perceptive little sub had seen right through his sleight of hand act, straight into his heart of hearts. If it weren't for her prodding him to accept his feelings for Zeke, he would likely still be hiding who he was and how he felt. He wasn't upset with her, for her intentions had been out of love in the purest sense of the word. And he didn't regret admitting them to Zeke, he only wished he'd told Zeke sooner and that he hadn't hurt his partner the way he had.
"How?" Chase asked Kara, his voice gruff with unshed tears. She rubbed against his naked back, and his eyes closed at the feel of her pert breasts against his skin.
"Well, first off, we need to finish any of the preparations for the McDougal wedding over the next few days. I have everything in hand with the organization so I can come help you paint or whatever else you need me to do," she began. "Once we finish those columns, we can fly back to Manhattan and make our case with him. And if all else fails, remember Zeke is contractually obliged to cook for the McDougal wedding. I won't let him out of that to save his pride or hurt feelings, and neither should you. This means that, even if our first attempt to woo him back to us doesn't work, we will have the full week of the wedding attempt another volley."
"God, I love you." Chase shifted his head and laid his lips over hers in a tender graze.
Her eyes were like liquid emeralds when he pulled back. "I love you, too. We will get him back, Chase. You'll see."
Kara ran her hand in a light caress against the side of his face. Her touch sent tendrils of heat down his spine.
"Let's not worry about it right now." He shifted, taking her face between his hands. He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, enjoying the way her breath caught and her eyes filled with passion. She was so responsive, so generous with herself; he'd never loved a woman more.
He explored the contours of her mouth, sucking her luscious bottom lip into his mouth, tasting her sweetness. Chase moved, maneuvering her until she was lying on her back, her beautiful breasts beckoning him. He rose over her gorgeous body and nestled himself between her lush thighs. She fit him—and Zeke—fit him in a way no woman ever had. He rotated his hips, rubbing his dick along her slick folds. She purred against his mouth when his hands cupped her plump breasts.
He nipped at her lips and then trailed kisses down her neck, marveling at her soft skin. He nibbled on her delicate collarbone, tasting her flesh with his tongue. His mouth traveled south, hovering over her beautiful tits; he tongued one pert nipple, lavishing it, circling the areola, and was rewarded with a breathy little moaning sigh. He drew the tight bud into his mouth, clamping his lips over the tender flesh, sucking and teasing her as she bowed her back, offering him more of her breast. Chase felt her arch beneath him and growled as he bit down.
"Ah, Chase," Kara wailed as her hands gripped his hair, holding him to her breast.
He sucked and used his teeth until her nipple was swollen red and engorged before moving onto its twin. He paid homage to its twin. He could nuzzle and fondle her breasts all damn day. His own desire thrummed in his body, humming like a live wire that had been cut. When the other nipple was a pointy, swollen, red nub, he shifted, traveling down over her abdomen, planting open mouthed kisses on the slight swell of her flesh, tracing his hands over her hip bones.
He spread her thighs further as he angled his shoulders and groaned at the sight that greeted him. The lips of her sweet pussy glistened with dew and his cock jerked. His mouth descended and he thrust his tongue inside her delicate folds without preamble. Kara's back bowed in pleasure. He held her still, restraining her movements as he ate her beautiful pussy. Over and over he slid his tongue in her sweet folds, lapping at her clitoris, slurping on her swollen flesh. Her succulent scent filled his nostrils and he had to calm his own raging lust which urged him to hurry, to sink his dick inside her and plunder her depths with all the skill of a marauding pirate.
Chase tempered his lust. This was an act of love; for him to show her how much she meant to him, that she was his world and he wanted nothing more than to love her like this until the end of time. He wanted his bond with Kara solidified before they faced off with Zeke. He had no idea how Zeke would react to their entreaties and wanted to ensure that no matter what, he and Kara had each other.
Chase inserted two fingers into her tight sheath and began fucking her with his fingers while he sucked on the tight nub of her clitoris. In, and out, he set a rapid fire pace. He added a third digit and Kara bucked against his hand as he felt the walls of her pussy clench with her orgasm. He loved the sweet tremors as she rode the waves of pleasure, how her pussy walls gripped and fluttered around his fingers. He could love her like this all night long, but he needed to be inside her slick folds. Needed the completion of their joining in every way possible.
While her climax still lashed at her body, Chase withdrew his fingers, sucking her moisture from them. Then he relocated his position until his dick was lined up with her sheath. In a single thrust, he seated himself inside her warmth and growled at the sensuous feel of her snug channel. Her pussy quivered and fluttered around his cock. He caged her in with his body; he held her face between his hands. He remained unmoving, embedded to the hilt inside her until her gaze, heavy-lidded with desire, met his.
"I love you, Kara," he declared.
Tears formed in her emerald eyes and the force of her emotions was nearly his undoing. "I love you, too."
He felt her hands caress down the length of his back. On a groan he captured her lips, letting her taste herself. And then he moved, thrusting his pelvis in slow languid strokes. He reveled in her luxurious body, her pussy clamped and pulled at his dick as he shuttled his length in and out. He drew out their lovemaking, keeping his gaze locked on hers, feeling his soul tremble. She was a part of him now, and he of her. Her drank the mewling moans from her lips feeling like he had finally come home.
Then Chase repositioned her legs so that her knees were hooked over his shoulders. From this angle, he was able to deepen his thrusts, keeping her immobile as he rammed his length. He threaded his fingers through hers, keeping his lips moving over hers and he pounded his length inside her welcoming heat. He rolled his pelvis, angl
ing his penetration deeper so that it rubbed against her g-spot. Kara was keening against his mouth as he undulated his hips in a series of brutal digs.
His cock swelled as he felt his balls tighten. As much as he wanted their lovemaking to last all night, his body was overriding his control, needing the sweet release her body offered him. Ensuring that she was taken care of and joined him in carnal bliss, he snaked a hand between them and pinched her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Chase," Kara wailed as he felt her pussy clamp and spasm around his cock. He thrust once, twice, and then his dick jolted.
"Ahhh, Kara!" he roared, straining, plunging with fervor as his semen flooded her channel. He shuttled his length, thrusting inside her folds until his tremors subsided. Chase gently unhooked Kara's legs from his shoulders, massaging life back into each one as she moaned at the forced movement.
He gathered her and rolled onto his back, positioning her at his side. She grinned sleepily up at him. Love for her swelled in his chest. He kissed her temple.
"Get some sleep, pet. We have a lot of work to finish if we are going to pull this wedding off without a hitch."
She snuggled against his side as he pulled the covers over them. She sighed and closed her eyes. Kara was the woman of his dreams and their bond was firm. Chase just wished he didn't feel like an inherent part of himself was missing, and he knew that part was Zeke.
Chapter 11
Kara glanced nervously at Chase when she heard the main office door open and shut. The moment of truth was upon them. Her hands shook in her lap. She smiled at Chase when he laced his fingers through hers in solidarity and support. Both of their hearts were on the line here. She loved both men, but in the end, if Zeke walked away from them, she was happy that she and Chase would have each other. Even if they both felt like a piece of them was missing, they'd make do and love each other that much more.
As for their joint corporation; that could be at an end completely. Chase had sworn that they'd make do and find another chef to work with should Zeke decide to walk away from them completely.
The door to the conference room opened. Zeke stole her breath away. He looked haggard and worn, but was still this gorgeous tall drink of water with megawatt energy emanating off his enticing form. It was the expression on his face that nearly sent her running for the hills in defeat before they'd even said two words to each other. Kara's heart whimpered beneath her breast, for he seemed to have closed off his emotions from both of them, his face a hard unreadable mask. Sorrow punched through her chest and she felt all the air in the room escape. How would they move on without him?
"If we could get this wrapped up, I have packing to get finished tonight," Zeke said with determination, playing his hand close to the chest.
"You're leaving for a vacation?" Chase questioned him.
"No. I'm moving to LA this week. There's a new restaurant opening and they want me as their head chef. If we could get this over with as fast as humanly possible, that would be appreciated," Zeke said, more resigned than ever before.
Chase's grip on Kara's hand stiffened and she felt the humming vibration from his body as he fought to contain his emotions. Through their bond she could feel his disquiet and heartbreak. Kara had remained silent until now but Zeke had crossed a line with his attitude and inability to act like a grown-up.
"Coward," she accused him and stood, shrugging off Chase's restraining hand and approaching all six feet of Zeke. Only seeing red, she jabbed him in the chest with her finger as fury overrode her common sense. "You are such a fucking hypocrite."
"Kara, just forget—"
She cut Chase off, going toe to toe with Zeke. "You were the one who pursued me the hardest, saying that you wanted to have a relationship with the three of us. Well, the other night, you finally got your wish. And you just want to run away. What the fuck is your problem?"
"Careful," Zeke uttered, his look murderous, clamping his jaw so tight she was surprised she didn't hear the grinding of his teeth.
"Or you'll what? Glare me to death? So Chase didn't tell you the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Can you honestly, so high up there on your moral pedestal I'm surprised you can see beyond your nose, claim to never have lied about anything? That's bullshit, and you know it. Why don't you fucking talk to us instead of running away like a coward?"
"She's running her mouth again," Zeke said over his shoulder to Chase, who was looking chagrined.
"What does it matter to you? You left us, remember. How I discipline my sub if you are out is none of your fucking business," Chase replied with his own punch of anger filling his voice.
"Is that so?" A muscle ticked in Zeke's jaw. Kara witnessed the internal war raging inside Zeke and wanted to hold him, tell him it would be all right.
"Unless you decide to come back to us. Be our third in every way. I'm not willing to go back to hiding who I am, not even for you. So if you come back, it has to be all in or nothing." Chase laid out the terms of what they both wanted from him. Chase stood behind her, offering her his love and support for the coming battle. At his signal, they both slid to their knees before Zeke.
"Be our Master again, Zeke," Kara said, tears filling her gaze.
"We love you. I know I lied, or at least didn't give you the full truth. But that night, everything finally clicked and I couldn't imagine not loving you, too. Part of the reason I stayed in our dual tops arrangement was out of love for you." Chase pulled the paddle he'd stashed in his back pocket out and held it out to Zeke, with the handle pointed toward Zeke.
Kara's gut clenched in anxiety at the interplay of emotions that crossed Zeke's face; from resolve to bewilderment, and finally settling on hunger. Her body trembled as they awaited his response.
"Lean over the table and await your punishment. Both of you," Zeke ordered as he strode to the door and flipped the lock with a determined stride.
Elation raced through her veins as she and Chase rose. Her knees shook and her heart fluttered underneath her breast. She sensed the excitement in Chase as they moved to obey Zeke's instructions.
"Lose the clothes while you're at it," Zeke commented, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the wealth of finely hewn muscles spanning his chest. When his hands traveled to the waistband of his slacks, Kara noticed the bulge straining the fabric, and it spurred her into action.
She and Chase wasted little time disrobing until the two of them were as naked as the day is long. The palpable excitement in Chase's gaze made her heart sing, and his obvious desire—his erect length jutting and bobbing—stirred her blood. She loved these men, felt her heart swell and overflow with her emotions. How could she have thought they'd make it without Zeke? He was the glue that bound them all together and was such an integral part of their trio. They leaned side by side on the granite table. Chase was on her left. Her breasts pebbled against the cool surface. Chase threaded his fingers through hers and she felt them tremble and quake. He held her as much for support as for the need to be connected to her as Zeke disciplined them.
She heard Zeke's indrawn gasp behind them and grinned, knowing he'd spotted the plugs.
"I like my subs preparing their asses for my cock. Very nice." Zeke's hand caressed her rear and then Chase gasped when Zeke did the same to him. He'd obviously spied the butt plugs they were both wearing. His fingers toyed with the protrusion.
"Thank you, Master," she and Chase murmured in unison. Kara panted a bit as her desire swamped her system.
Then Zeke began his discipline. He started with Chase first and Kara couldn't have been happier. The sound Chase emitted after the first swat of the paddle against his ass made need churn inside her. Had she ever seen a more beautiful sight than his face replete with heady desire? Zeke administered five brutally firm strikes of the paddle against Chase's bare bottom. Chase was moaning by the third one, unable to restrain his pleasure. Then Zeke switched. The first thwack against Kara's ass shocked her system before twisting and swarming her with pleasure so i
ntense she was panting by the fifth stroke.
She and Chase held each other's hand as Zeke meted out their punishment. Zeke disciplining Chase made the session hotter for Kara, made her rear burn that much more watching Chase's reaction to their lover. Make no mistake, Zeke was theirs, they would not allow him to walk away from them after this.
Heat singed her buttocks and her muscles clenched around the plug as Zeke returned the paddle to her bottom. Moisture dribbled down her inner thighs and she was perilously close to coming.
Chase had reverent tears in his eyes as Zeke switched the paddling back to his bum. Her heart swelled observing her two men get what they needed, especially her Chase. He needed this so badly, after waiting so long to share his feelings, and she was so proud of Zeke she was nigh on bursting with pride.
Zeke laid the paddle on the table above their heads, increasing the tension between them. His erection grazed her hip briefly and then he withdrew.
"On your knees," Zeke commanded from behind them.
Kara and Chase stood and turned to face him. Without qualms, they both knelt before Zeke. His heavy cock jutted proudly in front of their faces. Kara licked her lips, then, without hesitation or even a further order from Zeke, her lips engulfed the bulbous ruby head, drawing his rigid length into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down over his length; her hands gripping his base as she greedily sucked his cock. She pulled back, her mouth releasing his cock with a popping suction and she turned her head toward Chase. The hunger stamped across his features at being this near Zeke's dick, and watching her suck him, had her offering his member to Chase. She held Zeke's shaft like an offering, bringing his member in line with Chase's mouth.
The three of them groaned when Chase wrapped his lips around Zeke's penis, taking his shaft into his mouth. The pleasure on Chase's face as he gave Zeke head was something Kara would remember for years to come. She wrapped her fingers around Chase's rock hard staff, giving him a hand job as he sucked on Zeke's cock. They took turns sucking Zeke's shaft, but she never let go of Chase's member. Kara and Chase licked him together; their tongues tangling over and around the ruby head. She sucked on Zeke's balls as Chase deep throated Zeke. The sounds Zeke emitted were nearly unintelligible growls of delight.