Delayed Penalty (The Dartmouth Cobras #5)

by Bianca Sommerland

  He opened her jeans and slid one hand down, dipping his fingers into her hot, soft flesh, so wet and swollen and ready for him. He nipped her shoulder, watching Ford trapped on the bed, with no choice but to wait until Cort wanted to include him.

  “She needs us, Ford.” He pushed her jeans down to her knees so Ford could see his fingertips delving into her. See them coming out shiny and slick with her juices. “She smells fucking delicious. Do you want to taste her?”

  “I fucking hate you right now, pal.” Ford struggled to get off the bed. His head thunked against the wall as he winced in pain. “Do you want me to beg?”

  Wrapping Akira’s hair around his fist, Cort brought her to the bed, making her kneel in front of Ford.

  But not too close.

  “That’s exactly what I want. She’s worth begging for.” Two fingers, three, pushing up into her until she gasped and started pleading for him to take her. For him to give her to Ford. For something. “Don’t you agree?”

  “I think we’re gonna need Sloan’s help in your training, you sadistic asshole.” Ford pressed his eyes shut. And gave in. “Yes, she’s worth it. Please, let me have her.”

  “Taste her?”

  “Yes!”

  Cort positioned Akira over Ford’s thighs, legs parted. He grabbed a condom from his pocket and handed it to her. “Put this on him, Tiny. I think he’s earned this.”

  He brought his fingers to Ford’s lips. Smirked when Ford’s nostrils flared and his eyes opened. Ford glared at him. Licked his lips. “Next time, I’m gonna make you pay.”

  The rough feel of Ford sucking on his fingers made Cort’s dick twitch. He was kinda looking forward to seeing how Ford would take his revenge. But until then . . .

  He withdrew his hand, slid it between Akira’s thighs, and got his fingers nice and wet again. This time, Ford didn’t hesitate before opening his mouth. He licked Cort’s fingers and moaned.

  “Next time.” Cort latched on to Akira’s hip with one hand, encouraging her to take Ford’s dick into her body. “This time, you take whatever I’m willing to offer.”

  * * * *

  Akira’s brain had ceased functioning. She’d witnessed so many different things at the club—or even just at home when Sebastian and Luke were around. The dynamics between Luke, Sebastian, and Jami were so comfortable, so easy, she never questioned it. Ford and Cort were so different from Jami’s men. Her whole body was set ablaze when she watched Ford sucking Cort’s fingers, but it wasn’t the sensual exchange she’d observed between others.

  It brought to mind the nature shows she’d watched. A wolf baring his fangs to his brother, looking ready to tear his throat out, but simply playing. She wasn’t sure if that would make sense to anyone else, but she was comfortable here, submitting fully while they clashed.

  And the way they clashed made her a very, very lucky girl. Ford tipped his head back to claim her lips, tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth before smiling at her. “How about we switch your position around, shorty? If Cort’s done fucking with me, maybe he’ll enjoy having your pretty mouth on him.”

  Cort made a low, hungry sound as she rose off Ford, temporarily distracting her from the dull ache between her thighs while Ford wasn’t inside her. Cort’s finger smoothed over her lips. “Mmm, nice and soft. And less likely to use teeth, ain’t you, pet?”

  Akira giggled, shifting her position so her back was to Ford, her thighs parted over his, facing Cort who’d moved to the middle of the bed. Her men were too much. She was pretty sure Cort would be a lot safer with his pride and joy in her mouth. She wouldn’t put it past Ford to let Cort go that far with him just to make a very painful point. After undoing Cort’s black jeans, she nuzzled her cheek against his thigh. Laid soft kisses along the length of him, thick and dark, veins pulsing rapidly against her lips as she moved up to the broad head of his cock.

  “No teeth if you don’t want me to use them, Master.” Akira glanced up at Cort, smiling as his eyes drifted shut. “But I can be gentle.”

  He gathered her hair in his hand, not pulling, just holding it out of the way. His voice was gruff as he fisted his other hand at the base of his dick, his grip rougher than hers would ever be. “Show me.”

  Wetting her lips, she opened her mouth, flattening her tongue as she took as much of him in as she could without choking. She loved the feel of his smooth flesh, loved the way his thigh tensed under her hand as she slicked her lips over him, losing herself to the rhythm. Neither man was giving her any direction anymore. She grazed her teeth lightly over the sensitive spot beneath the head of Cort’s cock. Shifted her hips as the emptiness between her thighs cooled.

  Tried to keep her focus on what she was doing. Bobbed her head a little faster when Cort groaned. Giving him pleasure made her happy, but there was something missing. The emptiness seemed to spread. She closed her eyes, slowing and breathing through her nose. Her brain wouldn’t shut up. Sucking a man’s dick, even her Dom’s dick, could be hot if she was lost in the moment, but she wasn’t. She started lifting her head.

  There was a strange glint in Cort’s eye. His smile wasn’t the nice, sweet one she was used to. It was the other one, the one that made her pulse race, the one that scared her just a little.

  “I do prefer your mouth on me. You’re getting good at that.” Cort looked past her, almost dismissing her. His hold on her hair tightened until she could feel the pull at her scalp. “Do you want me to untie you?”

  Ford’s tone was just as frightening as Cort’s smile. “You gonna make me beg?”

  With a cruel laugh, Cort replied, “Damn right, I will.”

  “Go fuck yourself.” Ford kissed up Akira’s spine, making her shiver as he whispered, “Put me back inside you, my beautiful girl. I want you to ride me.”

  Without hesitation, Akira reached between her thighs, took hold of Ford’s dick, and lowered herself on to him. The slow, wet stretch as she filled herself with him was sweet torture. She slid up and down, tensing just enough to keep him in place. Then she braced her hands on the bed to maintain her balance as she rode him.

  “Fuck, that’s good, baby.”

  Akira arched her back, swirling her hips, the approval in his tone making her almost as hot as the languorous drag of his cock deep within. But then Cort grabbed her wrists, bringing them to his hips and throwing her rhythm off completely. She slammed herself back so Ford’s dick wouldn’t slip out of her.

  “Open.” Cort waited for her to get a good grip on his hips, then delved his hand into her hair again, the other positioning his dick. He made a sharp, negative sound when she moved her hand. “Just your mouth.”

  Her eyes teared at his first, deep thrust, but as she glided down onto Ford, the helpless position Cort had put her in forced her to go with the motion. To relax and let him lead the way. He fucked her mouth, driving her back onto Ford until she was mindlessly riding, and sucking, and feeling. Her saliva spilled over her lips, so the wet sound of Cort filling her mouth was no different than the sound of her coming down on Ford. She wasn’t prepared for the rapid build-up of pressure within, coiling heat that released in a violent burst of ecstasy.

  She gasped when Cort left her lips, pushing her up straight so she was taking Ford in at a different angle. Cort placed her hands behind her neck. Pressed her breasts together over his cock, slick with her saliva. “Work those strong legs, Tiny. He’s close.”

  The muscles in her thighs burned as she kept riding Ford. Beneath her, he struggled to thrust up, and each of his soft curses made her clench down on him a little more. She watched Cort sliding his dick between her breasts, her lips parting at the sharp pleasure of him pinching her nipple. His gaze never left her face. Something in his expression told her he was on the edge of release, but holding back for some reason.

  He wasn’t done with her yet.

  Her eyes widened as he put a hand on her shoulder. He gave her a lazy grin. “No rush.”

  Ford didn’t seem to agree. He shuddered, pres
sing his forehead between Akira’s shoulder blades. “I’m going to kill you, Cort.”

  “Revenge will be a lot more fun. Quit bitching and ask me to let you go.”

  “Like fuck.”

  Cort shrugged, lifting Akira completely off Ford, nipping her chin when she frowned at him. “Don’t give me that look. I’d swallow my pride and beg for you.”

  Ducking her head, Akira pressed her face against his chest, breathing in the scent of fabric softener that clung to his cotton T-shirt, light enough that it didn’t mask the headier scent of him. Grease, soap, and the faint smell of sweat. His words eased the unpleasant sensation of denial. Her body wanted to keep going, but she’d show him she could be patient.

  Much as Cort and Ford seemed to struggle for dominance, Cort was the one who really seemed to need to be in control this time. She didn’t understand, but she wouldn’t question it.

  She’d wait for Ford to. Which didn’t take long. “What’s your deal, man? There some reason you need to be in charge of both of us?”

  “Yes.” Cort’s tone was firm, but something about the way he stroked her back made it clear he was happy with her. So she stayed where she was, sitting on the side of the bed, just enjoying the vibration of his deep voice against her cheek. “I’ll have to let you take over at the club when you’re teaching me stuff. I need this now.”

  She could sense the tension leaving Ford. Hear the understanding in his tone as he spoke. “All right.” He went still. Cleared his throat. “Untie me. I need her—however you’re willing to give her to me.”

  Letting out a low growl of satisfaction, Cort moved away from her. He stood, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. He removed his jeans, then took a condom and a folded blade out of his pocket.

  Ford’s jaw ticked as Cort opened the knife. He slid over, giving Cort his back. Hissed in a breath when Cort reached around to put the flat of the blade against his throat.

  “I think you’re right, Ford.” Cort grabbed on to Ford’s shoulder, holding him still before he could react on instinct and try to get away. “I’m going to see if Sloan will help train me.”

  “You’re one scary fucker, Cort.” Ford stared at Akira, drew in a shuddery breath. “I wouldn’t put up with you if not for her.”

  “Which works out perfectly for all three of us.” Cort winked at her, withdrawing the knife from Ford’s throat, bringing it down to cut Ford’s restraints. “We’ll try this again when I know how to do it safely.”

  Good idea. Akira relaxed as Ford put his arms around her, smiling as he kissed her. The whole situation was thrilling, even though it was a bit messed up. At one point, she might have worried how this would work out. She knew both men loved her. Knew they cared about each other. But knowing there was something they could give one another, even if it wasn’t sexual, made her feel like they all fit together. Like this would last.

  “Lie down, Ford.” Cort stepped off the bed, ignoring Ford’s dirty look. He didn’t say another word until Ford lay down on the bed. “Chill out, I want to try something.”

  “Put the knife away and we can try anything you want.” Ford put his hand on Akira’s hip, stroking her belly with his thumb. The touch made her twitch, and she fisted her hands by her sides as he slid his hand so his thumb could reach her clit. The tiny nub was so swollen it pushed past the lips of her pussy. Ford seemed to forget all about the knife as he toyed with her. “You have all you need to tempt me.”

  Cort chuckled. “Are you waiting for my permission to take her?”

  Ford’s thumb went still, pressing against her clit in a way that had her fighting not to spread open and beg for his hand on her. He cursed under his breath. “Asshole.”

  Akira yelped as Ford lifted her up to lie over him, holding her against his chest with one arm across her back while he drove into her. He framed her jaw with one hand, licking along the seam of her lips before dipping in with his tongue. She moved with him, groaning when he lowered his hands to latch on to her hips and keep her still. He slammed up into her until she threw her head back, lost in the reckless, overwhelming sensation.

  A hard smack on her ass jolted her. Ford’s dick slipped out.

  Cort’s fitted against her slit, finding purchase and driving in. She cried out as he spread her open. He pressed the tip of one finger into her back hole.

  Pulled his dick out. Ford slid into her.

  One man, then the other, Ford thrusting in deep, Cort keeping to shallow dips that drove her insane. Two fingers worked their way into her from behind. She rested her head on Ford’s shoulder as his cock slipped against her belly and Cort pounded into her. As he left her empty and used her own moisture to penetrate her ass with his dick. Only an inch, then another, entering her painfully slow.

  She winced, tried to breathe through it. Pushed back against him to ease the way.

  Ford’s fingers scissored over her clit. His dick glided into her pussy, no deeper than Cort’s. Another smack! and her back arched.

  Both men filled her. She screamed as her nerves flared with sensations and the orgasm rolled inside her, over her, like she’d swum out into rapids and couldn’t reach the surface. Every time she came close, a touch, a movement, would drag her back under. The second the waters seemed calm, the second she managed a gasp of air, Ford snarled out a curse and the pulsing of his dick threw her into the violent depths.

  Cort’s fingers bruised her hips as he rammed into her from behind, once, twice, then dropped down on her, his hand slapping on the bed, shaky arm holding most of his weight as he came. He tensed when she tightened around him. Kissed her shoulder and tried to slide out.

  “Wait!” She trembled, partially because it hurt, partially because the pain almost set her off. And she wasn’t sure she’d survive going under again. “Just . . . please just give me a second.”

  Ford chuckled, still half-hard inside her. “No.”

  He ground into her, which made Cort swear and buck. The rapids still had a hold on her. Wanted to keep her. She screamed herself raw, sobbing as she thrashed, every last bit of strength she had left gone to stop from drowning in rapture. And smiling as she took her last breath.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Snow whipped through the air violently, lashing at Ford as he strode up to the prison’s main entrance. He hadn’t been to a prison since Cort had served time. Hadn’t expected to end up coming for his father.

  Not my father. He’s not my father.

  He shouldn’t be here. He should be at the Forum. He had work to do. Things were a mess with the GM gone and the team just a few games away from being out of the playoffs. For the last two weeks, he’d spent every spare moment he had with Akira and Cort, the rest with his sisters, because family had never meant so much to him as it did now.

  But why now? He wasn’t family!

  He gasped in the frigid air before walking into the prison. Swiped at the melting snow on his face as he approached the communications desk to speak to the uniform behind the glass. To tell the woman why he was here.

  Why the fuck am I here?

  His tone was level as he spoke, giving her nothing but the facts. He was here to see his father. The officer who’d called him said he’d be expected. The woman asked him to have a seat. So he did. He sat in the waiting room. On the stiff plastic chair.

  Feeling nothing. Which was good. He shouldn’t feel anything.

  Earlier this afternoon, he’d met Akira and Cort for lunch at a small place close to Cort’s shop, but he refused to discuss the news. Wasn’t sure how to deal with the sweet sympathy in Akira’s eyes, or the concern in Cort’s.

  He’d gotten exactly what he’d wanted. Not by his own hands, but did it really matter?

  Kingsley couldn’t hurt anyone he loved. Ever again.

  “Mr. . . . Delgado?” A guard approached Ford, holding out his hand as Ford stood. “Please follow me.”

  Ford followed the guard, going along with all the man’s instructions as he was searched, not having to t
ake much out of his pockets because Laura had told him what not to bring. She’d even told him how to behave, but that wasn’t gonna be an issue. He was feeling too numb to mouth off. He did exactly what he was told. Signed whatever was put in front of him.

  “This is highly irregular, but your detective buddy called in a favor.” The guard rolled his eyes. “Not sure why he thinks you’d want to see your father—“

  “He’s not my father.”

  “Then why do you want to see him at all?”

  Ford just stared at the guard. After a few minutes, the man shrugged and told Ford to wait. His footsteps echoed down the hall as he walked out. Then there was some religious guy there, the prison chaplain, old and gray and frail, holding Ford’s hands in his and telling Ford how sorry he was for Ford’s loss.

  I didn’t lose anything. This is what I wanted.

  “Would you like to see him now, my son?”

  Blinking at the old man, mouth dry, Ford simply nodded. He stayed close to the chaplain as he led the way down several halls with cement walls and barred windows. The idea of Cort being stuck in a place like this, for years, stole chunks of time. Whenever he’d visited Cort, all he’d seen was a big room with a bunch of tables. It hadn’t been the fucking Ritz, but it didn’t look like his vision of hell either. But the shouts that seemed so far away, yet so close, like the voices came from deep, dark pits within those walls, all belonged to the damned. The tang of mold and stale air, the cold that seeped into his bones . . .

  Yeah, this was a different kind of hell. A hell Kingsley would never leave.

  A clock ticked on the wall in the prison infirmary, in a small room away from the prisoners who were sick or had been beaten or some other shit. He could still hear them, but he felt removed from it all as the chaplain lowered the sheet and took a step back.