Stormy Desire [Desire, Oklahoma 12] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  “I trust her. Trusted her. Now, I don’t know. She introduced me to Nicole—Eliza—whatever the hell her name is. Said she met her in class. Makes me wonder if Eliza set her up.”

  Caleb shared a look with Lucas. “Or if Kathy set you up.”

  “I had to make sure Kathy was safe.” Stormy sighed. “I sent her the photos for safekeeping.” Swallowing heavily, she stared down at the juice glasses. “When I talked to Nicole—Eliza—she knew about them.”

  Lucas took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “That explains a lot. Come here.”

  Stormy turned and glanced at Caleb as if she’d known of his presence all along. “You don’t have to follow me.” Setting one glass of juice on the table next to the laptop in front of Lucas, she sipped from the other. “Where the hell could I go?”

  Lucas turned the laptop toward her and showed her the photo of Sam and Eliza going into the club. “This photo is the reason Dominic’s coming after you.”

  Stormy frowned, studying the photo. “I don’t get it. They’re going into a nightclub. What’s the problem?”

  Lucas zoomed in on the photo to the car in the background. “See that?”

  Stormy paled. “Son of a bitch! That’s Dominic Ricci.”

  “Yeah, and the man in the backseat is Tom Porter. Ricci killed him, but his men are providing an alibi. Said he was in Miami that night. This photo, and your testimony, proves that he was lying. If he doesn’t get rid of you, he’ll go down for murder.”

  “Dear God. That’s why Ricci’s after me. I’d wondered.”

  Lucas closed the laptop. “If you hadn’t kept things hidden from us, we would have known this sooner. It looks like you’re with us for the foreseeable future.”

  Shaking her head, she stared down into her glass. “I can’t stay.”

  The anger and sadness in her tone didn’t escape Caleb, nor did the fact that she hadn’t offered him any juice. After pouring himself a glass, he put the juice away, studying her pale features.

  It struck him suddenly that she was scared.

  Lucas downed his juice and set the glass aside. “You will.”

  Stormy gasped, her hand clenching on her glass.

  She’d been chased, shot, involved in an accident, faced three armed men on her own, and taken down Dominic Ricci.

  In none of those instances did she look as scared as she did now—not even when faced with the prospect of the pain at losing her virginity with the memory of sexual abuse haunting her.

  He’d never forget the look of blissful relief on her face when she’d smiled at him and demanded that he move.

  She hadn’t been scared at all.

  She’d reveled in the pleasure and in the relief of knowing that she could enjoy lovemaking.

  He’d seen it because he’d been looking for it, as had both Lucas and Devlin.

  Leaning back against the counter, Caleb sipped his juice, noting the way Stormy avoided looking at him.

  “You’ve been looking for an argument ever since we made love. I’m more than happy to oblige you. Let’s hear it. What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

  Stormy shrugged, tracing a drop of moisture down the side of her glass. “We didn’t make love, Caleb. We had sex.”

  And there it is.

  Her flat tone and the fact that she kept her face averted told him all he needed to know.

  She hadn’t counted on the intimacy, and it had apparently left her shaken.

  Sharing a look with Lucas, Caleb set his glass aside. “You’re right. It was just sex. As I recall, we had an agreement.”

  Stormy spun her head to look at him, almost knocking over her glass of juice. “It was a bet.”

  Caleb inclined his head, aware that Lucas watched the scene playing out before him with considerable amusement.

  “It started out that way, but when I offered to release you from the bet, you made me promise not to let you chicken out. I keep my promises, Stormy.”

  Jumping to her feet, Stormy gripped the edge of her chair. “It’s done. You already took me.”

  “That wasn’t our arrangement, and you know it.” Unable to resist, he reached out to cup her cheek, his chest swelling with emotion when she pressed her cheek against his palm and closed her eyes.

  It lasted only a second before she hurriedly straightened and stepped away, but she’d done it.

  Crossing his arms over his chest to keep from reaching for her again, Caleb narrowed his eyes and gave her his most intimidating look. “You were a virgin, and you were scared. Tenderness was required. Now that you know there won’t be any more pain—at least that kind—and you know the pleasure, we can begin.”

  Devlin paused, leaning against the doorway. “I want in.” He smiled when Stormy spun to face him. “Don’t look so surprised. You know that I want you. I made it plain enough.”

  Lifting her chin, Stormy glared at him. “You did. My arrangement, however, is with Caleb.”

  Devlin raised a brow, straightening and taking a step closer. “Don’t pretend that there’s nothing between us, Stormy. Don’t pretend that there’s nothing between you and Lucas, either.”

  Stormy looked slightly panicked at that, but Devlin continued.

  “But that’s between you and Lucas. You and I have our own arrangement, don’t we? Or are you going to try to deny that, too?”

  Stormy glanced at Caleb. “I’m not denying anything—except that we’re having some kind of mad love affair. It’s sex. Nothing more.”

  Caleb had had enough. Striding forward, he hooked an arm around her from behind and lifted her from her feet, flinging her over his shoulder before brushing past Devlin and going through the doorway. “Sex. Nothing more. You got it, baby.”

  If sex was the only way to increase the intimacy between them, he’d use it ruthlessly to tie her to him in ways she could never escape.

  * * * *

  Gripping Caleb’s ass for leverage, Stormy looked up to see that Devlin followed. “Now?”

  Caleb reached up for the waistband of her loose cotton pants, yanking them down to her knees before slapping her ass hard enough to sting.

  Since she hadn’t worn panties, his hand connected with bare flesh.

  And lingered.

  “Damn it, Caleb.”

  Another slap landed. “Quiet. I expect you to fulfill your end of the bargain. The words stop and no don’t apply. Red for stop, if you can’t handle it.”

  Stunned to find herself in the position of having her bare ass over his shoulder, and distracted by the movement of his hand, Stormy tried to kick her legs but found that Caleb gripped her knees where the material of her pants had gathered. “I can handle anything you can dish out, tough guy.”

  Caleb continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Yellow if I need to slow down because you can’t keep up.”

  She knew damned well he was daring her, but pride wouldn’t let her give in. “I can keep up, and I sure as hell won’t be using any safe words.”

  Devlin fisted his hands in the hem of her tank top, yanking it off of her. “Good. I don’t want to get started, only to have to stop when you start whining.”

  “Whining? Whining!” She reached out to slap at him, only to have him catch her wrists in one large hand and tie her shirt around them. “I’ve never whined in my life!”

  Caleb slapped her ass again, another soft caress spreading the heat to her pussy and clit.

  Even more embarrassing, she found herself squirming at the heat between the cheeks of her ass where Lucas had touched her.

  Caleb carried her to his room, easing her to the bed with more tenderness than she’d expected.

  The small amount of light shining into the hallway from the bathroom next door didn’t provide enough light for her to see more than shadows, and she found herself struggling to see their features.

  The heat of arousal made her greedy, but as she reached for him and opened her mouth to tell him that he didn’t have to be careful with her, Caleb gripped her bound wri
sts and lifted them over her head.

  Glancing down at her, he shook his head. “Quiet.” He secured her bound wrists to the headboard with a speed that stunned her, straightening to stare down at her.

  Devlin bent over her, enabling her to see him stripping out of his clothes. “The only reason I’m not gagging you is because I want you to be able to use your safe word.”

  His lips brushed over her shoulder. “And because I want to hear you say my name. Say it.”

  Stunned at the need already spiraling out of control, Stormy obliged him, his name coming out in a husky whisper. “Devlin.”

  Bracing a hand on either side of her, Caleb bent, flicking his tongue over her nipple. Lifting his head when she cried out, he closed his fingertip over a damp nipple and gently tugged. “I don’t want to gag you because I want to hear all those desperate sounds you make, and I want to hear you beg.”

  Stunned at the sharp stab of pleasure, Stormy kicked at him, her breath catching when Devlin tugged at her other nipple. “Never!”

  Releasing her nipple, Devlin chuckled and stripped her pants the rest of the way off of her. “Never’s a long time, little girl. I’d be willing to bet that you’ll be begging in just a matter of minutes.”

  “Little girl?” Naked now, Stormy kicked at him, only to have him catch her leg, securing it with a padded cuff around her knee. Watching her, he smiled and lifted a leather strap from the side of the bed. Lifting the two ends to show her the metal clasps on each end, he clicked them together before releasing them. “I’ll show you little girl.”

  Stormy tugged, trying to straighten her leg, sucking in a breath when she found that she couldn’t move it at all.

  Caleb secured her other leg, leaving her spread wide.

  “This isn’t fair. I can’t move.” Stunned at the throbbing in her clit, and at the reality of being so exposed, Stormy tugged against her bonds, her excitement growing when she realized she couldn’t escape.

  Her pussy clenched—her clit throbbing even more at the sense of vulnerability, and the fact that they obviously intended to play with her.

  She stilled at the realization that only her trust in them allowed her to be so excited at her defenselessness.

  Remembering the tenderness they’d shown her so far, she wiggled restlessly and smiled up at them, hoping they could see it. “You gonna stare at me all day, or give me what you promised?”

  Caleb’s grin, a flash of white in the semi-darkness. “You can’t blame a man for staring, darlin’, but you’re gonna get everything I promised. And more.”

  With a click, the light on the nightstand came on, illuminating Caleb, who stood naked on her left, and Devlin’s magnificent backside, as he disappeared into the closet.

  Turning her head, she stared at Caleb’s long, thick cock and gulped, her pussy clenching at the memory of how it had felt to have it inside her. Watching him reach into the drawer again, she whispered his name.

  Holding a silk mask in his hand, he bent over her, running a hand over her breast and down to her abdomen. “Yes, baby?”

  Glancing at his cock, she gulped again, another rush of moisture escaping. “You could have hurt me a hell of a lot more than you did.”

  Lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed next to her, he smiled. “Why would I want to hurt you?”

  He slid his hand lower, lightly caressing her mound, his touch filled with a possessiveness that should have irritated her.

  Instead, she found herself lifting to him in an effort to get the friction she needed on her clit. “Because y-you’re a Dominant. Caleb, please!”

  Instead of giving her what she craved, he ran his fingers lightly back up her body again to toy with her nipples. “And you picture whips, chains, and dungeons?”

  The need continue to grow.

  Sharpen.

  Her pussy clenched at emptiness— her swollen clit throbbing in demand for attention.

  “Something like that. Please, Caleb!”

  Bending closer, he brushed his lips over hers, nipping lightly but enough to make her lip sting. Plunging a finger into her, he smiled. “If you’re imagining that kind of pain, why are you so aroused?”

  With a cry of pleasure, she pumped her hips, her need sharpening when he began to massage a spot just inside her. “I don’t know, damn it!”

  Chuckling, Devlin reappeared next to her, holding what appeared to be some kind of small whip in his hand. “She’s gonna be a hell of a lot of fun to tame.”

  He tossed several items onto the bed next to her, but when she tried to turn to see what they were, Caleb turned her head back to face him.

  Stormy swallowed heavily at the sound the small piece of leather at the end of the long rod made when Devlin slapped it against his hand. “Tame?” Fighting the bonds holding her knees spread wide in an effort to get Caleb to push his finger deeper, she stared wide-eyed at the mask Caleb held up. “What are you doing?”

  Caleb raised a brow, sliding his finger free. “I’m gonna blindfold you. I want you to concentrate on what you hear and feel. Being unable to see will sharpen your senses.”

  He slid the blindfold in place, leaving her in complete darkness.

  The knowledge that her position left her completely exposed to their gazes increased her sense of vulnerability—and her excitement.

  Caleb’s warm lips brushed her nipple, eliciting a cry from her. “It’ll also help build that trust we want so much from you.”

  Trembling, she stilled, pressing her lips together to keep from moaning so that she could hear them.

  The feel of something soft and furry on the toes of her right foot was so unexpected she jolted fighting to pull her foot away. “What’s that?”

  “Quiet. No talking unless one of us asks you something.” Devlin’s voice came from her right, but she didn’t know if he was the one caressing her foot or not.

  “But—oh!”

  The sting on her inner thigh stunned her so much that she cried out and fought to move away, expecting another. It stung slightly—just enough to make her heart beat faster—and, to her stunned amazement, made her bottom hole and pussy clench harder.

  “No talking. Now you know what’ll happen when you disobey. If you want to use your safe word, use it. Otherwise be quiet.”

  Caleb’s tone had taken on an icy silkiness that sent a shiver of pure lust through her.

  She opened her mouth to answer him but snapped it shut again.

  It had become a battle of wills, one she was determined to win.

  The incredibly soft material slid higher, up her calf and to her inner thigh, leaving the most delicious tingling sensation and awareness in its wake.

  Her pussy clenched and leaked more moisture in expectation, but—she guessed Devlin—continued to stroke up and down her inner thigh until she thought she’d go mad.

  Writhing, she moaned, stilling, and crying out when the strip of leather came down lightly on the inner thigh of her left leg.

  The two sharply contrasting sensations intensified the need, and she found herself fighting her bonds in an effort to get some attention to her clit.

  Stilling when the warmth of a hand pressed against her slit, she gasped when a finger slid into her again, but not far enough to give her what she needed.

  The massage came again, the firm pressure of his finger against a spot just inside her driving her toward the edge.

  She wanted to scream at him to fuck her but didn’t want to take the chance of speaking, afraid that he’d withdraw his finger.

  The soft strokes of what felt like a fur glove continued to move over her, sliding over her hip and to her abdomen, while the light strikes of the leather strip warmed the sensitive skin between her thigh and bottom.

  The finger inside her continued to create havoc to her senses, the firm pressure unrelenting.

  Her skin seemed to heat with a fire burning just beneath the surface—her pussy clenching on Caleb’s finger.

  Her clit burned, throbbing and
feeling so swollen that she knew one light touch there would send her over.

  The bed shifted slightly, and Devlin’s deep voice came from right next to her ear, the soft material running lightly over her nipples. “That’s it. She’s clenching, isn’t she?”

  “She sure is. She’s almost there. Just a little more.”

  Please touch my clit. Please. Please. Please.

  Of course, he didn’t, and she knew better than to speak, very afraid that the incredible pleasure that kept building inside her would come to an end.

  The leather strip moved back and forth over her left nipple while the fur glove moved over the right one, the dual sensations on her exposed breasts so different, and yet both added fuel to the flames licking at her.

  Recognizing the warning signs of an impending orgasm, she stiffened, crying out when the pleasure slammed into her with a force that stole her breath.

  Her mind stopped working, her entire body trapped in a whirlwind of ecstasy that she never wanted to escape.

  Clamping down on the finger inside her, she rode the waves to completion, her entire body trembling with the impact.

  “Good girl.” Caleb’s voice had deepened, the tension in it unmistakable as he continued his decadent massage.

  Held in the grip of her orgasm, she realized suddenly that the soft glove and leather strip no longer touched her.

  Her orgasm crested, holding her in its grip for several heart-pounding seconds, the rush of heat spreading from her pussy and shimmering outward.

  Once it released her, she slumped, her chest heaving. Only then did she become dimly aware that Devlin and Caleb spoke to each other in low tones, and Devlin had closed in on her side.

  Running his hands over her, he unfastened the restraint at her right knee while Caleb slid his finger free and released the other.

  Turning her toward him, Devlin released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her, cupping the back of her head with one hand and running the other up and down over her back. “You’re amazing, baby. That was beautiful. We knew you could do it.”