“Kiss me, my Sassy,” he whispered.
“Mine,” she said as she turned her head.
“Yours.” He took her lips and came hard within her. He swiveled his hips so his groin slid along her clit and she shuddered. Her inner walls clenched around him as she came with him.
“Mine,” he said back.
“Yours,” she whispered, her voice heavy.
They both sank down to the bed, his cock still inside her yet he wasn’t ready to move. He cupped her cheek and she looked over her shoulder at him once more so he could take her lips. Their sweat-slick bodies lay in a pile as their breathing finally evened and he swallowed hard, too overcome with the past and their future to speak.
This was what he’d wanted all those years and yet hadn’t known he craved it. Sassy was his and Ian’s. He just prayed to God they didn’t leave him.
Again.
Chapter Seven
Ian ran his hand down his chest, smoothing out his tie. He had no idea why he felt so stiff and uncomfortable right then but it bothered him. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. If he didn’t get his act together, he’d scare the other patrons of the restaurant. With his dark looks and even darker scowl, most people knew to comply to his demands.
That’s how he’d made his way up the ladder of high-end real estate.
That and the Steele name.
Tonight he would use that name to get the table he desired but would do his best to lose the scowl. After all, he didn’t want to scare away Sassy on their date.
“Ian? Are you coming?”
He blinked away the doubts that seemed to creep in when he least wanted them, and turned to his date, his Sassy.
It didn’t matter to him if she wore cutoff jeans, a flowing hippy dress, or nothing at all—he loved the way his woman looked.
Right then though, her beauty made him so lightheaded he thought he’d pass out.
They were dining out at one of the nicer restaurants in New Orleans that night, and she’d apparently decided to go formal. Her long black dress hugged her curves in all the right places. The heart neckline accentuated her breasts but didn’t make her look cheap. No, there was nothing cheap about Sassy and he loved that about her.
She’d left her hair down. Rafe told him she’d tried to put her hair up when they visited his parents and he’d taken it down. Ian sensed she left it down this time for him, something that not only surprised him, but made him fall for her all over again.
Her wild hair had one simple streak of black in it to match her dress, understated for what she normally did with it, but he still liked it. Rafe had mentioned how sexy she looked when he’d taken down her hair though, and Ian knew that they’d have to play with that sometime.
Right now, however, it was all about Ian and Sassy. They might have been a triad, but they were also comprised of three coupled relationships. That made it imperative that they not only spend time as the three of them, but on their own as well.
It wasn’t that he liked one more than the other, he just knew that he needed both. He needed time alone with Sassy as much as he needed time alone with Rafe. When the three of them were together it was like they’d put all those pieces together forming a finished puzzle only they understood.
Complicated didn’t even begin to cover it, but he didn’t care.
He loved the two of them, and he’d be damned if he’d walk away again and lose it all.
“Ian, what is wrong with you tonight?”
He shook his head, then tucked her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. He brushed a soft kiss against her fingers and smiled.
“I’m sorry, love. I can’t seem to get out of my own head tonight.” They were standing in front of his car as the valet stood by them, his hand outstretched. Ian gave a cool smile and a nod to the younger man, as well as his keys, before taking Sassy’s arm in his. “Now let me get you inside before I stand here all night woolgathering.”
She frowned at him but followed, her arm tucked beneath his. “You can woolgather all you want Ian, but if you’d rather stay at home tonight, we can leave.”
There was something in her tone that sparked a memory and he cursed himself. Before, when he’d pulled away emotionally, he’d acted aloof, locked inside his own head. If he wasn’t careful, Sassy and Rafe would think he was doing the same now.
It wasn’t even close to being the same mindset for him, but he understood their fears. It might have grated that they didn’t trust him not to walk away, but he couldn’t blame them.
The hostess sat them at a table in one of the secluded corners as requested. With a nod to the woman, he pulled Sassy’s chair back and helped her sit.
“You know, I could have done that on my own, but I kind of like it when you act all old world manners on me.”
Ian grinned, enjoying the fact that no matter what she wore, she was still Sassy.
“You might like it a little when I act old fashioned, but if I were to do anything more than what I just did, you’d have my balls in a vice in no time.”
She winked, her eyes full of laughter. “Damn straight.”
Their waiter brought the wine list and told them about the specials. Ian didn’t care what he ate that night since he knew everything tasted great, and as long as Sassy was his dinner companion, he’d have the night he wanted.
He raised a brow in Sassy’s direction. “Would you like to get one of each of the specials and call it a day?”
Sassy’s eyes widened a bit before she smiled. “Sure. That makes things easy.”
The waiter nodded and left while Ian took a sip of his water. “Why did it look like I surprised you with our order?”
Her brows furrowed as she thought about her words then licked her lips. “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of what I’m going to say.”
He frowned. “You never have to hold anything back from me.”
“I know that. Or at least I think I do now. Back when we were first dating, you used to take a while to pick your food. Like you needed it to be just right or something. And when we walked in here, I saw a few suits look in your direction for some kind of acknowledgment of their presence, but you didn’t respond. You just looked at me the whole time. Don’t get me wrong, I freaking love that you don’t seem to care about what others think, but it’s different than how you used to be.”
Ian frowned, knowing she was right, but not liking who he’d used to be if that’s what she thought. “Have I been that way in the past weeks?”
He hadn’t thought he’d changed that dramatically since he’d seen her again. Yes, he had grown up in the past ten years, but this wasn’t the first time they’d been out on a date alone together.
Sassy shook her head then reached out for his hand. “No, you’ve been great, Ian. I promise. I only mentioned it now because I noticed how different you are. Not bad different…just…I don’t know.” She sighed. “I like you, Ian. I liked the old you but I really like this new you.”
He tangled his fingers with hers over the table and smiled. “I like you too, Sassy, both the old you and the new one. That’s what happens when we grow up, I guess. We figure out if the new people can fit together as they used to.” Images of how sexy she looked when they fit together a certain way filled his mind and he held back a groan.
“I know what you’re thinking and, yeah, we fit together that way too.” She winked and he threw his head back and laughed.
He could feel the stares from the people around them but he didn’t care. This woman made him feel like he was something special for who he was, not for what he could do for her. He’d loved her all those years ago in a way he hadn’t thought possible, but now it was even deeper.
He was one lucky bastard.
“Ian, I thought that was you.”
Ian turned to the deep voice who’d spoken and gave a small smile. Dean was one of his father’s friends and while the man had always been tolerable, he wasn’t one of Ian’s favorite people.
“I heard you’d moved back to town.” The man didn’t even look in Sassy’s direction and Ian merely raised a brow.
“Let me introduce you to my companion, Sassy.” He held his hand out for Sassy who stood on her own.
She held her hand out for Dean who blinked then shook her hand awkwardly. “Nice to meet you, Dean,” she said politely.
“You as well, my dear,” he said, clearly not quite sure what to make of her. After all, Sassy was unlike anyone Ian had dated in New York. While the ice queens Ian had tolerated in the city had been platinum blonde and almost frail, Sassy was lush and looked fucking delicious.
There was only one Sassy.
“Do you work with Ian or his father?” she asked, seemingly genuinely interested.
“I work with Richard, yes, but I hope that now Ian is back in town, we can do some business together.”
Sassy smiled, her eyes warm. “You can’t go wrong with Ian.”
Dean smiled back, enchanted. “That I know. I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner, and I hope you two enjoy your evening. Ian, when you’re settled, give me a call. I’d love to talk in a more…appropriate setting.”
They said their goodbyes and sat down again. “Sorry about that,” he said as their server brought their meals.
Sassy waved it off. “Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t like you could ignore him and he didn’t outright say I wasn’t right for you, so we’re fine.”
Ian raised a brow. “And if I’d said your last name, he’d put two and two together and figure out who you really are.”
She shrugged, but he could see the spark fading in her eyes. Damn it. He shouldn’t have brought it up.
“Whatever. I’m not that girl anymore and we both damn well know it. But he did seem like he didn’t think of me like something on the bottom of his shoe or a hooker by the time he left.”
Ian snorted. “Baby, you don’t look like a hooker.”
“I’m not as polished as any of the woman in here, but I don’t really care.”
He held her hand and brought it to his lips. “Do you think I care? I love you, Sassy. You know that. I love Rafe too.” He’d whispered both, but if someone heard, it didn’t matter to him. “Sassy, whatever happens from here on out, I’m not going anywhere. I made mistakes before. We both know this. I’m not going to make them again.”
“And if people like Dean freak out about the three of us?”
“Then fuck them.”
“Ian,” she whispered, then shook her head.
“Really. Fuck them. They will get used to us. As long as they don’t hurt you or Rafe, I don’t care what happens outside of the three of us.”
“You can’t really mean that, can you?”
He let out a breath. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to truly believe that until you see it, so why don’t we finish eating our meal, then go back to my place for dessert.”
Her gaze heated and he had to adjust his pants. “Well, fuck, I’d actually meant caramel ice cream, but I like where your mind went just then.”
She bounced in her seat. “Caramel ice cream? Can we have both?”
The image of licking the sweet mixture from her nipples filled his mind and he coughed. “Should I just ask for the check now?”
“Now, sugar, or I’m gonna run out of here on my own and have you follow.”
The waiter quickly came when he was called and Ian left enough cash to cover the bill and then some. They made their way to his car and piled in before he drove like a bat out of hell to his place. He purposely kept his eyes and hands off Sassy the whole time or they wouldn’t have made it in one piece.
By the time they made it upstairs and behind closed doors, they were both panting and his cock was going to have a permanent zipper scar.
“We’re acting like teenagers,” Sassy gasped as she tugged his shirt off.
He pulled hers off too and they both took off their own pants. Their hands were shaking and Ian chuckled.
“Why do we want each other so much right now? It’s like there was something in the wine,” he mumbled, then crushed his mouth to hers, unable to wait any longer.
She smacked his ass and he pulled back. “Did you just say you needed drugs to get hard for me?” She had a grin on her face but still, one didn’t anger The Sassy.
He gripped her ass in his palms and lifted her so she wrapped her legs around his waist. They both swallowed hard as his cock pressed against her pussy.
“I’m saying you’re my drug, baby. Now, I’m going to put you down because holding you like this when I’m not wearing a condom was short sighted of me.” He lowered her but she slid down his body slowly, and he had to suck in a deep breath not to bend her over and fuck her there. “Plus, I promised you ice cream.” He smacked her ass like she had him and grinned. “Now go lay down on the floor in the bedroom and I’ll be right there.”
She raised a brow. “You’re going to take a chance and ruin your expensive carpets for ice cream?”
How little she thought of him. No, how little she thought of how he used to be. “It’ll clean, Sass. If I play my cards right, I’ll be able to lick every drop off your nipples so it won’t be problem. Now go lie down and spread out. I’m ready for my dessert.”
Her eyes widened, and with a saucy grin, she sashayed naked as the day she was born into his bedroom. He took a deep breath, willing the control he’d honed, and went to the freezer for Sassy’s favorite ice cream.
She lay on the ground, her hair splayed out around her. She rolled her nipple with one hand, while she slid the other in and out of her lower lips, her hips rocking to the motion.
He almost dropped the carton and spoons right there.
There was nothing sexier than a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and knew that she didn’t need a hard cock to get it…yet when she saw his dick she smiled and winked.
“Took you long enough,” she purred.
He fell to his knees, took the lid off of the ice cream, and scooped out a small bite. Before she could tell him what she wanted, he dropped it on her belly button—totally not sexy but she’d egged him on after all.
She rocked up and wiggled. “Holy fuck, that’s cold.”
“Let me warm you,” he licked the cream over her stomach then swallowed so she wouldn’t be too cold. She moaned as he pulled back and placed a smaller drop of the melting dessert over her breasts and gorged himself. The sweet taste of her skin mixed with the caramel made for a decadent combination that was as heady as any drug.
They played with the ice cream, taking turns licking and tasting until they were full. He found the small of her back the best place for a scoop and would have to make sure he let Rafe know that for later.
“I’m all sticky,” Sassy said as they both panted. Neither of them had come and their ongoing foreplay made them both hot as hell.
“I’m going to grab a condom and then we’ll make sure you don’t get too much stickier.”
He chuckled as he stood up. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “That was crude, but I liked it.”
As he walked back to her, he slid the condom over his length, liking the way her gaze tracked the movement. In fact, she seemed to like watching him a lot.
“Get up, face the mirror on the dresser, and grip the edge,” he ordered.
She grinned and did as she was told. He came up from behind her and placed his hands near hers so he could get a good grip but not crush her.
“Ready, my darling?” he whispered, then kissed the small spot behind her ear. She shivered in his hold and he rocked against her so his dick slid between her cheeks.
She bent for him slightly and he sank into her heat. He moved his hands so he could
grip her hips and then pulled back. Their gazes met in the reflection and he grinned back at her.
“Ready, Ian. I’m ready for anything.”
God, he hoped so, but those doubts weren’t meant for then.
Their gazes in the mirror never wavered as he pumped into her. Their breathing synchronized, and he increased the pace. His balls tightened and the base of his spine tingled and he knew he was about to come.
He reached up and cupped her breast. She licked her lips and then they came together, their moans echoing in the room as he filled the condom. He couldn’t wait to fill her up when he was bare, but that was for later.
Right now he had the woman he loved in his arms, his cock fully inside her, and her body pressed against his. He’d take that for now and pray that one day it would be more, that she wouldn’t leave him. That she would trust him to do the same.
He shook of the melancholy thoughts and kissed her softly. “Mine,” he whispered.
“Yours and mine too,” she panted back.
“Yours, Sassy. Always yours.”
Chapter Eight
“So Sassy’s working tonight?” Rafe asked though he thought he already knew the answer considering she wasn’t in the loft with him and Ian.
Ian sat on the couch next to him, his tie undone and looking mighty sexy and disheveled. He took a swig of his beer and leaned his head back. “She closes tonight with Shep who is then taking her to his place so his girl, Shea, and Sassy can have a girls’ night. His cousin, Austin, is in town again and they are going out so the girls can have some time alone.”
“That’s right,” Rafe said then took a sip of his own beer. “He invited us along too, right?”
“Yeah, but I declined for us since I know we’ve both been working our asses off trying to acclimate to the move.”
He closed his eyes, his head aching like a bitch after the day he’d had. His dad still ran the shop in New Orleans even though Rafe bought him out years ago since Rafe owned the other two in the franchise he’d made. The blend of two dominant men in one workspace wasn’t working out as well as he’d hoped.
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