Black Fire [Panther Key 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Scarlet Day

  “Here, you’re the one who looks like you need this now.”

  Brad’s eyes cleared, and he looked down at the glass then took it and threw back the contents.

  “Thanks.” His voice was rough, and Abby felt humiliation course through her again.

  “I didn’t mean to…I mean, I’m sorry I…” She dropped her head and stared at her hands, not knowing what to say.

  Brad put one finger under her chin and tilted her head back up. “Don’t be sorry you told me, Abby. Don’t ever be sorry for telling me the truth.”

  She stared into his eyes. There was no judgment there, no disapproval. Another emotion glowed in his eyes, though, and it stirred something deep inside her. Something no man had ever managed to stir in her before. Her pussy clenched, and she felt heat slowly build up in her core and creep out to the rest of her body. It infused her arms and legs until she felt tingly all over. Her gaze roamed down the lines of his face and settled on his lips. She wanted to taste them, to know what they felt like pressed against hers. The thought pulled her forward.

  In the back of her mind, she knew this was risky. Heck, she knew it was downright stupid. Brad was her boss. But right now, in this moment, she didn’t care. She leaned forward, still focused on his lips. At the last second, he met her halfway, pulling her to him and crushing her against his chest. She expected his lips to be as hard as the rest of him, but they were the softest whisper against her lips. The featherlight touch surprised her so much she gasped. Brad froze, apparently gauging her reaction. She leaned forward again and pressed her lips to his, wanting more contact.

  Brad took the hint and then took control. Abby didn’t hesitate to allow him entrance when his tongue probed her lips. He delved into her mouth and explored, his tongue sliding over hers in sensuous movements. His hands slid around her back and stroked her through her tank top. One hand moved up underneath her hair and cupped the back of her head, holding her to him.

  Abby clutched his broad, strong shoulders and held on for dear life. Heat continued to grow inside her, fueled by the kiss and growing higher and hotter with each passing second.

  Brad broke the kiss and pulled back. “Abby, honey, I know we should stop…”

  “No!” She clutched him tighter. “Please don’t…”

  Brad groaned, conflict clearly warring on his face. Abby was afraid he was about to bolt for the door, and there was no way she could let him do that.

  “Brad, please stay. I…I need…” Emotion welled up inside of her, and she began to shake.

  “Honey, what’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her against him.

  Abby curled against his chest and debated telling him the truth. Would he make fun of her? Would he be less interested in her because she wasn’t experienced? Breathing deep, she made up her mind. There was only one way to find out. She squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes.

  “I’ve never been with a man. At all. You’re the first one who’s ever made me feel…anything. I’ve spent a long time wondering if there’s something wrong with me, if I’m broken.” Her voice broke, and she shrugged. “So I don’t want you to leave.”

  Brad looked at her for a long moment without saying anything, and Abby feared she had said the wrong thing. Then, with one finger, he traced across her forehead, down her cheek and along her jawline before cupping her face in his hands.

  “There’s nothing wrong with you, Abby. You’re beautiful. Brave. Adventurous. Sexy as hell, even when you’re filthy. You just never met the right man before.”

  Abby’s heart raced, and she felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. “So, you’ll stay?” She heard the breathless hope in her voice.

  He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips over hers before answering in the barest of whispers against her lips. “Yes, Abby. God yes, I’ll stay.”

  Relief flooded through her mind just as heat coursed through her body. Brad claimed her lips in a dominating kiss that would have left her unable to stand if she hadn’t already been sitting down. She knew there was no stopping this time, and she had no desire to slow down.

  Brad pulled away, and she panicked for a moment. Was Brad having second thoughts? Her fears vanished as he reached down to the hem of her top and pulled it up and over her head, letting it fall from his fingers to the floor.

  His gaze was like a hot brand to her skin as it roamed over her bare flesh. She didn’t shy away from his open stare. One finger lightly brushed along her breast and then traced around her nipple.

  “Absolutely beautiful.” His whisper sounded like the sweetest words Abby had ever heard. Dipping his head, he took the nipple into his mouth. She willingly offered herself to him, arching her back and pressing her body to his. His tongue scorched a path around her nipple and teased the tip. His teeth grazed the sensitive tip, and she gasped, the contact sending what felt like an electrical charge to her clit.

  Moving to the other nipple, he teased the tip while his hand massaged and caressed the breast he’d just left. Abby’s blood felt like liquid fire in her veins. He drove her passion higher and higher with each touch. Her pussy clenched in anticipation and need. Her brain felt fuzzy with light-headedness as her breathing became more and more erratic.

  Brad released her nipple and took possession of her mouth again, his own ragged breathing mirroring hers. Without breaking the kiss, he swung her into his arms and stood then carried her across the room. He lowered Abby onto the bed and then broke the kiss and looked down at her. His fingers lightly ran down between her breasts and over her bare abdomen. Abby’s breath caught in her throat as the featherlight touch shot a shiver through her.

  “Are you sure, Abby? Once we start this, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from finishing it.” His voice was raw, and Abby realized the power she held over him in that moment.

  She already felt like she was hanging by a thread. She hadn’t realized Brad might be hanging from that same thin line. She pushed herself up on her knees and took Brad’s face between her hands. She looked at him with the steadiest gaze she could muster.

  “I’m sure, Brad. I want you to be the one.” The rightness of the words settled around Abby’s heart the moment they left her mouth.

  Brad held her gaze, and she felt like he was looking into her soul. Then his hands moved to her waist, where they hesitated for a moment before his fingers slid under the elastic waistband of her pajamas. He pressed against her body, and his lips descended on hers. His hands slid down her hips, taking her pajama bottoms with them.

  Abby let her hands roam down Brad’s chest and toned abdomen. Clawing at his cotton T-shirt, she pushed it up and broke their kiss so she could pull it over his head then let it fall to the floor. Her hands and gaze explored his flesh. It was smooth and tan and felt like steel and velvet.

  Ringing startled both of them. Cool air hit her bare skin as Brad pulled away from her and fished for his cell phone in his jeans pocket. Retrieving it, he answered the call.

  “Yeah?” Abby heard a male voice but couldn’t make out the words. “Great. I’ll let her know.” Brad listened for another few seconds. “She’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He disconnected the call and stuffed the phone back in his pocket.

  “Our momma cat’s gonna be okay. The wounds were infected, and she was pretty dehydrated though. She wouldn’t have lasted another few hours.”

  Abby breathed a sigh of relief. “Can I visit her?”

  “How about tomorrow? You were supposed to come down to the island this weekend anyway. We could just move the schedule up a little.”

  “What about work?”

  Brad chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “I’m the boss, remember? I don’t think you’ll be fired for running off with me for a few days.”

  “Mmmm. Running off with you.” Abby grinned up at him and batted her eyelashes at him, feeling flirtatious. “I like the sound of that.”

  Brad shook his head and grinn
ed. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “I don’t know. Virgin, remember? You’ll just have to surprise me.” Flirting was a new experience for Abby. She liked it.

  Brad’s lips turned up into a devilish grin, and Abby almost forgot to breathe. His hands skimmed lightly over her shoulders and down her arms. Her skin formed tiny bumps everywhere he touched. He leaned her backward until she was sitting down then moved her legs out from under her. Her pajamas were still clinging around her thighs, and he slid his fingers under the waistband and finished sliding the pants off her legs. He stared at her aching pussy for a couple of long moments, breathing hard as he studied her. Abby felt her own breathing become shallower, more labored, under his hungry gaze. Brad scooted her into the middle of the bed and crawled between her legs, stalking her like a cat.

  Abby shivered with anticipation. Leaning down, Brad licked her inner thigh in one long stroke. Abby gasped. The eroticism of that simple act overwhelmed her with new fire. Brad looked up at her with a mischievous grin, and she momentarily forgot everything, including her own name. Before she could gather her wits, he nuzzled her thigh with his cheek then lowered his nose to her pussy and inhaled deeply.

  “Mmmm, heaven.” His words were followed by action. Abby thought she was going to pass out as Brad’s tongue stroked her from her entrance to her clit. Her back arched, and she clenched the comforter in her fists.

  Brad teased her clit, and she writhed under the onslaught, but Brad’s strong hands gripped her hips and held her tightly. He sucked her clit into his mouth and lavished it with his hot tongue. Abby felt small spasms erupt all over her body. No vibrator had ever been able to drive her to the heights that Brad’s tongue was taking her to. The idea of a man’s mouth on her pussy, eating her out, had never appealed to her. But now, with Brad driving her to near insanity with his tongue and his powerful sucks, she was quickly revising her previous opinion.

  Bracing her feet on the bed, she arched into him, trying to press herself harder into his mouth. Brad’s tongue relentlessly stroked her. The spasms intensified, and Abby could no longer think. All she could do was feel. Brad’s teeth grazed over her clit, and her entire body clenched with pleasure as a blinding flash erupted behind her tightly closed eyelids. Brad continued to suck her clit as she writhed under him, lost in the debilitating ecstasy of her orgasm.

  The spasms slowly subsided, and Abby finally opened her eyes to see a very satisfied-looking Brad grinning back at her. “I’m the one who’s supposed to look satisfied, not you.”

  Brad’s grin widened. “Oh, you look very satisfied. But that was every bit as good for me, too.”

  Abby snorted. “I doubt that.” Even though she had never gotten far enough with anyone to engage in oral sex, Abby didn’t understand what men got out of doing it to a woman. She still didn’t. It was great for her, but what was in it for him?

  Brad studied her, the specks in his eyes seeming to glow slightly. “Would you like me to tell you exactly what I like?” His voice was low, husky. Abby shivered at the promise it held.

  Brad crawled up her body and braced his arms on either side of her, the length of his body barely resting on hers. She felt the bulge of his hard cock restrained by his jeans and knew just exactly how turned on he was.

  “I love to feel you writhing under me, to feel your body spasm in release and know that I made it happen. I love the way you smell. It’s like a drug to me, one that makes me want more. I love the way you taste when you come in my mouth. It’s like honey, only better. Sweet and sexy and you.” His words drove Abby’s desire into a frenzy again. His glowing eyes stared into hers and fueled the fire inside her. Her pussy was already aching again, but this time it didn’t want his mouth.

  Brad lowered his mouth to hers and claimed her lips. His tongue thrust into her mouth and slid along her tongue. She tasted what she thought could only be her own juice on his tongue, mixed with the vanilla and musk taste that was uniquely Brad. It was a heady combination.

  She gripped his back, her fingers kneading into his hard muscles. Her hands skimmed down to his jeans, and she pushed at the waist, frustrated by their presence and wanting them off. Brad broke the kiss and smoothly slid off the bed to stand next to it. Abby watched with rapt attention as his fingers quickly dealt with the button and zipper. She shivered in anticipation as he gripped the jeans and lowered them over his hips and down his legs. He stepped out of them and then stood back up, allowing her to see him for the first time.

  “Oh. My. God.” Abby stared in shock. He was gorgeous, with his lean hips and muscular thighs. But his cock was huge!

  “Holy crap! How exactly are we supposed to…I mean, how are you gonna get that…Um, are you sure this is gonna work?” She’d used vibrators, sure, but she’d never used one that big and had never put them far enough in to break her hymen. How the hell was that going to fit?

  She scooted back on the bed slightly as Brad settled himself next to her and stretched out along the length of her body. He ran one hand up her leg and across her abdomen, sending shivers skittering across her skin.

  “Trust me, honey, it will work. I’ll have you begging for more before we’re through.” His voice was full of promise and seduction, but Abby still had her doubts.

  As his fingers found her sensitive clit and began stroking her, however, all doubts fled. Before she could get too carried away, his fingers slid down her slick folds and gently probed her entrance. One finger slid in easily, aided by her already flowing juices. A second finger slid inside, and his hand began a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out. Then a third finger pushed inside, and she felt him scissoring his fingers, stretching her walls.

  Before she could even think about it, she was pushing against his hand. “Brad, please.”

  “Please what, honey? Tell me what you want.” His breath stirred against her ear, increasing the shivers racing across her skin.

  “You! I want you!” She almost couldn’t think anymore.

  His hand kept up the steady rhythm, but he didn’t move otherwise. “Where do you want me, Abby?”

  He was going to make her go insane! “Inside! I want you inside me. Please!” Her frustration grew by the second. She needed more, and she needed it now. Her whole body felt hot, like her blood was boiling inside of her.

  She almost screamed when Brad removed his fingers, but they were immediately replaced by something much bigger. Her eyelids flew open with momentary panic as his hard cock pressed against her entrance. The glowing specks in Brad’s eyes captured her and made her forget her fear. She stared into the glowing embers as Brad pushed into her, agonizingly slowly. Her walls stretched to accommodate the swollen head of his shaft, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. He inched into her slowly and then stopped and held himself motionless when the pressure increased.

  “Keep watching me, honey. Don’t close your eyes.”

  Abby didn’t think she could look away from his glowing eyes if she tried. Brad’s hand moved between them, and he stroked her clit, over and over. She arched her back and pushed up into him, racing toward a climax. Her pussy clenched around his cock. Just before she reached the peak, Brad pushed into her hard. Sharp pain tore through her. She’d known it would hurt. She thought she’d been ready for it. She hadn’t been. She cried out, and he stopped moving. She took a few slow, steady breaths while the pain subsided. She nodded at Brad, and his fingers resumed their sweet torment on her clit. He began moving inside her, slowly and gently.

  She stared into his eyes, and her body responded to his. The pain was quickly forgotten. His cock slid in and out of her in slow, smooth motions. His body moved against hers and created a friction between them. His chest grazed her nipples, and each slide of skin against skin sent shivers across her body.

  She wanted more. No, she needed more. And she needed it now. Her hips thrust up, meeting his. A smile played across his lips, and he began thrusting harder, meeting her thrusts and driving her higher. Heat flared through her, and her b
ody clenched. She screamed as wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors broke over her. Brad tensed and then surged inside her as his own orgasm took him, his shout joining hers as they fell apart together.

  Chapter Nine

  Brad woke with a start, his body jerking and his mind going on full alert. It was still dark, but he could see around the room well enough. There didn’t seem to be anything amiss.

  Abby’s head rested in the crook of his arm as she slept. He smiled, thinking about the night they had shared. For a virgin, she’d been amazingly adventurous. He hoped her adventurous streak continued. If Abby decided she couldn’t be as adventurous as he and Bryce needed her to be, things would get pretty complicated.

  Brad already knew he wouldn’t be able to give Abby up. He wasn’t sure what would happen if Abby couldn’t accept Bryce as well. Legends about multiple-birth siblings who tried to take different mates told of dire consequences, including insanity and murder. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was still a couple of hours before sunrise. The uneasy feeling he’d had the night before was back. He scanned the room again, but nothing seemed out of place. He got out of bed, being careful to not wake Abby. He scooped his jeans off the floor and put them on then walked over and looked out the window. Streetlights illuminated the area. A few cars drove by. A light was on in the coffee shop down the street. Nothing looked unusual, but Brad couldn’t shake the prickly sensation in the back of his mind.

  He pulled the phone out of his pocket and found Bryce’s number then hit the call button and waited for his brother to answer. It didn’t take long.

  “Yeah?” Bryce sounded agitated. Brad could guess why.

  “Trouble sleeping, brother?”

  “What do you think? Emotional link, remember? I’ve been damned frustrated all night, thanks to your little exploits.”

  Brad wanted to say he was sorry, but he couldn’t. He’d enjoyed himself too much. “Listen, something doesn’t feel right. I can’t put my finger on it.”