by Leah Brooke
His cock jumped when she clenched on his finger and cried out again. “Don’t you, baby? A cock up your ass and one in your pussy. Both fucking you.”
“Oh, God!” A shiver went through her, and she slumped against him.
Nuzzling her neck, he kept his voice low and even, knowing what she needed probably better than she did.
His control.
“You like that. You like the thought of being helpless while we take you.”
Trembling, she spread her legs wider and started to lower her hands. “Yes, damn you. You know what I need. Don’t make me say it.”
“Put your fucking hands back up.” He could feel the excitement flowing through her veins, her need to feel vulnerable and helpless in this aspect of her life as she would never allow in others.
She obeyed him, but more slowly than he could accept, her need to be overcome showing itself in her defiance. “If you’re not going to make me come, I’m going to do it myself.”
Her insolence, especially so soon in the aftermath of watching Hoyt discipline her had Jake wild to possess her.
Recognizing her attempt to provoke him for what it was, Jake chuckled softly and slapped her still warm ass. “You trying to top from the bottom again, baby? I’m in charge here, not you.”
The Dominant inside him roared, demanding satisfaction.
He knew what she wanted—knew that she wanted him to overpower her.
What he needed, however, was to hold her.
Pulling her tightly against him, he moved to the chair closest to the sofa and lowered himself into it, settling her across his lap. Urging her to lay her head over the padded arm, he parted her thighs and pressed his hand against her slit.
“You’ll get to come, but my way. First, we need to talk.”
* * * *
Nat blinked, not sure she heard him right. “Talk? I don’t want to fucking talk!”
The plug in her ass drove her wild, shifting inside her every time she moved.
She bucked against his hand, moaning harshly at the pleasure from the plug moving inside her and the friction against her sensitized clit.
Feeling Jake’s eyes on her only increased the pleasure, a pleasure that proved short-lived when he moved his hand away from her clit and pressed it against her abdomen to keep her from moving.
Knowing he’d keep her that way until she complied, Nat gritted her teeth and glared at him, struggling to remain still. “Fine. Talk.”
The tingling in her clit drove her crazy, the air moving over it torturing her so much that she tried to close her legs against it, but a sharp slap on her inner thigh stopped her.
“Open. Now.”
A shiver went through her at the ice in his command, the heat from his slap spreading to her clit and making it tingle even hotter.
Forced to keep her thighs wide made the sensation even more intense, and made it nearly impossible to stay still. She did it, though, knowing Jake wouldn’t begin until she did.
Thinking of all the ways she could pay both Jake and Hoyt back for tormenting her, she fisted her hands at her sides.
And waited.
To her surprise, Jake didn’t make her wait long. “How did it feel to have Hoyt touching you again?”
She studied his features, searching for any signs of anger. Finding none, she took a shuddering breath and tried to ignore the heat from his hand against her clit. “I l–liked pleasing you.”
Jake’s lips twitched. “You pleased me very much. Did you like knowing that I watched Hoyt put that plug in your ass and spank you? Did you like knowing how much it aroused me?”
“Um—oh!” She jolted at the slide of his finger over her clit, groaning in frustration when he stopped. “Damn it, Jake. Don’t stop. I’m trying to concentrate, but my clit’s driving me crazy.”
“You’re gonna have to try harder, then, aren’t you? Focus, Nat.”
She cried out when he thrust a finger into her pussy, the sharp, tingling sensation getting even stronger. “I can’t take much more. I need to come.”
Touching his thumb to her clit, Jake tapped a nipple, his gaze sharpening when she cried out again. “You got to come once already. You should be able to hold back a little longer.”
Gripping his shirt, she lifted her head with a growl. “You know damned well I can never resist you. You know how to touch me to make me crazy.”
Jake chuckled. “That I do. Now, answer my question. Did you like knowing that I watched what Hoyt did to you?”
“Yes, damn you! Yes. I liked when he touched me because I know you wanted him to and because I knew you were watching me.”
Jake stroked her clit as if rewarding her. “You liked that, did you? Did you like having Hoyt see you that way?” His eyes narrowed on hers, the desire in them unmistakable. “Did you like submitting to him and letting him see just how much you like being dominated?”
“I um…” God, it was hard to think when he stroked her clit, each slow slide of his thumb taking her closer and closer to the edge.
Clenching on the plug in her ass, she swallowed heavily, struggling to gather her thoughts. “Jake, I can’t think.”
Gripping the base of the plug, Jake slid his finger over her clit again. “Focus. Did you like showing Hoyt what a good little submissive you are?”
Gritting her teeth, she clenched on the plug, moaning at the full, stretched feeling. “Yes! Happy?”
She couldn’t take much more, her entire body shaking with the effort to remain still. “Please, Jake. Please. I’m begging.”
Moving the plug from side to side, he slowly pulled it until the widest part stretched her puckered opening, raising his voice to be heard over her cries. “Hoyt liked it, too. So did I.”
His strokes to her clit came faster. “You’ve been so good. Come for me, baby.”
He’d barely gotten the words out before her body tightened, the sharp pleasure consuming her.
Stiffening, she cried out his name, clenching on the plug as he worked it free. The strokes to her clit drew her orgasm out. It went on and on, leaving her trembling and weak. Ripples of heat continued to wash over her as the strokes to her clit slowed, and with a moan, she curled against him, needing his warmth. “Jake.”
Sighing his name, she let her eyes fluttered closed. A moan escaped when he murmured softly to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, enveloping her in warmth and surrounding her with his strength.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so sweet. So good. I love watching you fall apart in my arms.”
Still trembling, she buried her face against his throat, soothed by the familiar scent of him. “I love you so much.” Weak and trembling, she gripped his shirt. “So much.”
“Hmm.” His lips touched her hair. “I love you, too, baby. You’re my life.”
Flattening a hand on his chest, she opened her eyes and stared at the far wall. “Are you mad at me?”
“For what?”
Smiling at the confusion in his voice, she tilted her head back to look up at him, grateful for the strong arm supporting her. “For responding that way to Hoyt.”
Shaking his head, Jake smiled and ran a finger over her shoulder. “Of course not.” Lifting her chin when she would have lowered her head again, he stared down at her, the love and indulgence in his eyes easing the knot in her stomach. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
Pulling her close again, he sighed. “I have to admit that I’m a little surprised at how you respond to Hoyt.”
Stiffening, Nat jerked upright, her stomach knotting in fear. “Jake, I knew this would happen. I—”
“Shh.” Jake pulled her close again. “I’m also surprised at how much satisfaction I got from seeing you with him. It wasn’t just physical for either one of you, and both of you included me.” He blew out a breath. “Jesus. The way you looked at me when he touched you…”
Smiling, he urged her back to look down at her, taking her hand in his and running a finger over her wedding band
. “You’re a constant delight to me.” He flashed a grin. “A pain in the ass at times—but a delight.”
He caught her hand in his before she could smack him, his soft laugh like music to his ears. “Behave, brat. You’ve had enough tonight.”
Running a finger over his soft bottom lip, Nat swallowed the lump in her throat. “Is that why you didn’t make love to me, either?” Shifting restlessly, she forced a smile, searching his eyes for any sign of disapproval. “I’m beginning to think there’s something wrong.”
“Just the opposite.” Pulling her close, he buried his face against her throat. “It looks like everything’s working out just right. Just don’t stop loving me.”
“Never.” Gripping his hair, she sighed, blinking back tears. “Nothing could ever make me stop loving you. Not even death.”
* * * *
After washing his wife’s back and settling her in a perfumed bath, Jake made his way to the kitchen, unsurprised to find Hoyt sitting at the table, staring down into a cup of black coffee. “I figured you’d want a beer after that.”
“Coffee sounded better. Besides, I don’t need anything else muddling my brain.” Looking up, Hoyt glanced toward the doorway. “Is she okay?”
Turning to pour himself a cup of coffee, Jake smiled. “She’s fine. I held her for a while and we talked some. Washed her back.” Facing Hoyt again, he leaned back against the counter. “She was a little surprised that neither one of us made love to her, and she thought I was mad at her for responding to you.”
Hoyt stiffened. “Are you?”
Shaking his head, Jake frowned. “Of course not.”
With a shrug, Hoyt relaxed slightly. “I didn’t know how you’d feel actually seeing me touch her. I didn’t plan on it happening so soon, but I couldn’t let her get away with that.” Blowing out a breath, he stared at the far wall. “I was very afraid that I’d made a big mistake with her.”
Clenching his jaw, Jake pushed back the anger. “I didn’t make this decision lightly, Hoyt. I know having both of us in her life is better for her.” Looking toward the doorway, he smiled. “I learned something, too. I got the opportunity to watch her with you, and I saw things I wouldn’t have ordinarily seen. You should have seen her face when you first turned her over your lap. The excitement. The anticipation.”
Shrugging, he straightened. “Watching you with her and seeing just how much you care for her was very enlightening.” He sipped from his cup, wincing at the taste of the strong brew. “Christ, it’s a wonder you have any stomach lining left.”
Hoyt’s lips twitched, but it was apparent by the way he kept glancing toward the doorway, that his mind was on Nat. “I love her. Jesus, she’s something.” Hoyt scrubbed a hand over his face and stared down into his cup again. “I didn’t expect it to be like that.” Lifting his head, he met Jake’s gaze. “Thanks for taking care of her afterward. Hell. It hit me hard.”
Amused, Jake smiled and dropped into the seat across from his friend. “My pleasure. You looked a little shaken. Not quite the same when you love the woman you’re dominating. It’s a little more intense, isn’t it?”
“That’s putting it mildly.” Taking another sip of coffee, Hoyt glanced toward the doorway again, smiling faintly. “She likes her baths, huh?”
“She does, especially since she got involved with Jesse’s business. She loves experimenting with all the scents, and she gets a kick out of the fact that I can’t stop touching and sniffing her.” He shrugged, his cock twitching in anticipation of his wife joining him again. “It also relaxes her.” Taking another small sip of the strong coffee, he watched Hoyt over the rim. “Something on your mind?”
Smiling, Hoyt shook his head, turning back to him. “Natalie packs quite a wallop.” Spreading his hands on the table, he sat back. “Look, I’m not used to sharing what I feel. I’ve never been good at that kind of thing, something that the women I was involved with complained about ad nauseam. I wasn’t good at it when Natalie and I were together before—and I’ve paid dearly for it. I sure as hell don’t want to make the mistake again.”
He looked toward the doorway again. “I love her. I can’t be happy without her. I don’t want to fuck this up.”
Jake smiled and got to his feet. “Then don’t.” Dumping his coffee into the sink, he turned. “If you love her, it’ll all work out.”
He hoped like hell it did. He’d taken a gamble of a lifetime, one he couldn’t afford to lose.
Chapter Seven
Nat woke with a sense of anticipation, and before she even opened her eyes, her heart pounded with excitement.
Seconds later, she remembered, and knew why.
Hoyt was here.
Turning her head, she frowned, disappointed to find Jake’s pillow empty.
Sitting up, she listened for any sounds that would tell her where Jake and Hoyt were, her heart beating faster when she heard their deep voices coming from the kitchen.
She smiled at the low chuckle of laughter, relieved that they seemed to be on friendly terms again. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she listened, enjoying the sounds of the voices.
She blinked back tears that would only upset them, and with an angry swipe, wiped away one that escaped. She hated crying, but she seemed to have done little else since Jake told her that Hoyt was on his way.
She definitely had to get it together.
Knowing that she’d need to be wide awake to deal with both of them, she threw the covers aside and sat up, shivering at the chill in the room against her naked flesh.
She reached for her fuzzy socks at the foot of the bed, and pulled them on before getting to her feet and reaching for her equally fuzzy robe.
The robe and socks weren’t sexy, but they were warm, and that was all she cared about at the moment.
Hoyt would just have to get used to the fact that comfort was more important to her than looking sexy.
After she washed her face and brushed her teeth, she left the bathroom and started for the bedroom door, drawn by the intoxicating scent of bacon and coffee.
She scuffled down the hall, smiling as she listened to their beloved voices.
Once she got to the kitchen, she paused to lean against the doorway, her pulse tripping at the sight of both of the men she loved turning to smile at her.
“Good morning, baby.” Sitting at the table sipping coffee and already dressed for work, Jake smiled, the flash of delight in his eyes thrilling her.
That look alone made her feel special every single day, and she wouldn’t risk losing it for anything.
Smiling, she straightened and stepped into the room. “Good morning.”
Gathering the lapels of her robe together, she held them closed in her fist as she turned to face Hoyt, who stood at the stove cooking eggs. She searched his features for any sign of tension, breathing a sigh of relief when she found none.
His smile, filled with warm indulgence raked over her before lifting to hers again. “Good morning. I heard you moving around. Your coffee’s on the table and your breakfast is almost ready.”
Nat grunted and made her way to the table, her sleep-deprived brain too sluggish to attempt conversation until she poured some coffee into her.
Lifting the cup to her lips, she took a sip, coming awake with a grimace as the strong coffee hit the back of her throat. “Ugh!” Setting her cup aside, she looked at Hoyt. “Your coffee’s deadly.”
She pulled out her chair and started to plop into it, pausing when Jake’s dark brow went up.
“Where’s my morning kiss?”
Nat blinked, narrowing her eyes at the amusement in his. “I woke up alone this morning. Do you really think you deserve one?”
His lips twitched. “Of course.”
Hoyt turned, setting the spatula aside, a faint smile curving his lips. “Morning kiss? I want in on that.”
Warmed by their teasing, she kept her expression cool, raising a brow. “Neither one of you deserve a kiss. I didn’t even get fucked last night,
and I had to sleep alone.”
Setting his coffee aside, Jake leaned back in his chair, smiling in that coldly erotic way that sent blood rushing to every erogenous zone. “You didn’t sleep alone, and you got to come. Twice. Now, I want my kiss.”
When she hesitated, glancing at Hoyt to see him watching expectantly, Jake pushed his cup aside. “Now.”
Nat shivered at the steely tone, knowing that Jake didn’t issue idle threats, and that he would make her pay for disobeying him.
The glint of anticipation in his eyes told her that he would enjoy it—especially now.
So would she.
Her abdomen tightened, her breath catching as a rush of erotic need swelled inside her. “The two of you sat up last night talking. I couldn’t hear what you were talking about, but if you’ve made plans that involve me, I’m not going to be as docile about them as I was before.”
Jake’s dark brow went up. “We talked about you, and discussed the way we’re going to handle you.” Smiling at her gasp, he let his gaze move over her, leaning back and sipping from his own cup. “You know, Hoyt and I have both always fantasized about sharing a woman, but we’re both selfish bastards and didn’t want to share.”
He glanced at Hoyt, who stood watching her, his eyes sharp with hunger. “We’re very much looking forward to loving you—dominating you—together.”
Nat reached for her coffee cup, taking a sip of the strong brew to ease her dry throat. Finding it easier to swallow this time, she took another, needing the jolt of caffeine. “So, you’re not worried about me swooning in Hoyt’s arms and ditching you?”
Jake’s lips twitched, his eyes steady on hers. “I was, but I realized that what I was most afraid of was the secrecy. I couldn’t stand that you hid your feelings for him from me, and it drives me crazy when you get that guilty look on your face every time he touches you.”
Hoyt sighed. “I can’t say that I’m crazy about that either. I don’t like that she hides bits and pieces of what she feels, and I sure as hell don’t want her to feel guilty when she’s in my arms.”