Binding Love

by Maggie Casper

  Cooper closed his eyes, hoping to burn the picture of her into his mind for all eternity. When he came, it was with such surprise that he called out Liam’s name and fought for breath. He could feel the wetness of his seed against the heavy fabric of his jeans as his lover continued to milk his cock.

  They had done him in without ever even removing a stitch of clothing. The knowledge had a profound impact on how much Cooper’s life had changed in less than twenty-four hours. He couldn’t wait to return the favor.

  Chapter Six

  The trip home sucked. There was no way around it. Liam hadn’t wanted to leave any more than Mallory, and he hated knowing she was unhappy because of it. They both wished Cooper could come home with them or they could have stayed in Chaos longer, but it wasn’t to be.

  It was probably for the best. He could only imagine Cooper would need some time to think and probably deal with his family. They seemed like a lively bunch, a nosy bunch, and that is where there would be issues.

  Liam wasn’t so sure Cooper was ready to be out of the closet, and if he wasn’t, Liam and Mallory could very well end up his dirty little secrets. That wasn’t something Liam was willing to let happen. He didn’t expect Cooper to shout from the rooftops they were fucking, but he wouldn’t be resigned to a bedroom-only relationship either.

  Worry came in when he thought of Mallory and how strong her feelings were for Cooper. He knew she blamed herself to some extent even though they had repeatedly discussed how the events leading up to Cooper leaving were a joint effort and not belonging to any one of them.

  It seemed as if the days were dragging by at a snail’s pace. They ate, slept, worked and talked, but not much else. Now that they all three had been back together, it was even more glaringly obvious something was missing.

  Mallory walked into Liam’s office. Her smile was bright and she had a bit more bounce to her step. “Hey there, handsome.”

  “Hey yourself, sexy.” Liam loved it when she was in a playful mood.

  She lifted a hip and parked one cheek on his desk. The curve of flesh beneath the skirt she wore always managed to draw his attention. She was lithe and just curvy enough to keep him in a constant state of arousal.

  “I came to talk to you.” Her brows knitted together as if she weren’t exactly happy about the prospect.

  Mallory was an enigma. He never quite knew what to expect from her. She was a very bright surprise to him. She would kneel and obey as he expected one minute and the next, sometimes even from her spot at his feet, debate to the death a topic she felt passionate about.

  She hated to fail and yet pushed herself hard to try new things even knowing failure was a possibility. She didn’t carry the baggage from her past like a shroud weighing her down. She wore it like a badge of honor and touted her belief of learning very important life lessons from past experiences.

  Sometimes he could swear he smelled smoke because she was thinking so hard, usually over-thinking. At other times she was laid-back and seemingly unaffected by what was happening around her. She was an emotional woman who abhorred drama. She would cry at country music videos but not hesitate to tell someone who was using tears to manipulate or seek attention to suck it up. She was a quagmire of differences and likenesses, and Liam loved her with everything in him.

  “Okay, baby. I’m listening.” Liam took in everything she had to say, whether it seemed important to him or not. Of course he didn’t always agree and oftentimes made decisions she didn’t much care for, but she went along anyway. That was the way their dynamic rolled.

  “I was thinking this morning that my moping around isn’t fair to you. You have been my rock, continue to be. You set me free even when you reel me in and keep me safe. Sometimes even from myself.” Her voice cracked a little. Her nerves were frayed. It was obvious to Liam she needed some extra physical contact. He needed it as well.

  Rounding his desk, he pulled Mallory to her feet and hugged her tight. “What’s bothering you today, Mal?”

  She snuggled into his hold. Her face buried in his neck and she sniffled. “I don’t want you to think I love Cooper more than you.”

  “Not a chance, baby. You show me you love me every day with your words and actions.” He pushed her back a bit so he could see her face. “Do you think I love you any less because I have feelings for Cooper?”

  Her answer was instantaneous and in a tone that made it clear she thought he’d lost his mind. “Of course not!”

  “Then what would make you think that of me?”

  She shrugged and mumbled an “I don’t know”. Liam waited. “I don’t know” wasn’t considered an answer in their relationship. It was more than likely one of the hardest rules he’d implemented. Mallory seemed to ride the fence on many things. She could debate almost any topic from both sides, and so, oftentimes had issue coming up with answers he found fairly easy.

  “Because I’ve moped around all week missing Cooper when you’re right here.”

  “And that made you assume I would think you loved me less?”

  A sheepish look crossed her face and she ducked her head. It always amazed Liam there was this vulnerable little girl hiding inside his woman. She could steamroll right over the top of most people if given half the chance. He’d seen her make grown men cower with not much more than a look, and here she was, standing before him, exposing herself in a way that went much deeper than flesh.

  When she was completely open to him, her submissive self on display in a way that brought out his inner beast, time seemed to stand still. More than anything Liam wanted to drag her to the floor, tear her clothes from her body and sink his teeth into her neck as he drove into her over and over.

  “No Sir, not really.” She looked up at him then. “Well, maybe a little. I just needed to make sure is all.”

  “Understandable. And now that you know, I hope you won’t let it worry you.”

  She smiled then and rubbed up against him. “I’ll try not to.”

  “Good girl,” he murmured against her hair.

  When he released her, it wasn’t to let her go. She drove him crazy with lust nearly every time she touched him. There was a spark about her. Something in her hummed with an energy that cascaded over him, keeping him energized and wanting more always. Working from home had only made keeping her close that much easier. It was something Liam planned to take full advantage of today.

  “Your sexy little body drives me crazy, baby, but you know that already, don’t you?”

  Mallory tilted her head to the side, nibbling his neck, his ear, his jaw as she clung to him. “We’re even then.”

  “Not quite, but we will be soon.”

  She appeared confused by his words, his tone. Liam was feeling rough. He needed her in order to pull himself back to center. Turning her so she faced away from him, he moved in close behind her, rocking his hips forward so she could easily feel the ridge of his arousal against the cleft of her ass.

  “Oh god, yes! Please Sir.” Her tone, the quiver of excitement in her voice told him she knew what he needed, what he wanted, what he planned to take. He was going to use her for his needs. If she got off, fine. If not, she wouldn’t complain. Mallory enjoyed his roughness, liked it when he took her. She’d often wondered aloud why she was wired in such a way but had long ago given up worrying about it. It just was.

  The feel of his hand splayed wide between her shoulder blades, pressing her upper body into the smooth surface of his desk set her on fire. He was in a different mood. She felt it in the way he held his body rigid, his muscles bunching and flexing. The deep timbre of his voice and the way in which he spoke only added to his overwhelming essence. Heat radiated over her body, and even though he had yet to touch her intimately, she could feel her pussy cream with desire.

  Liam leaned over her, adding more weight to the hand holding her down. “You have my permission to struggle, baby. Fight me for what you know is rightfully mine. Make me work for it.” He jerked up her skirt until it was bunched
at the small of her back.

  Mallory felt the breath whoosh from her lungs. He could be downright brutal when in this type of mood. The last time they’d played this way she had been sore for days and had loved every single minute of it. Unable to manage words, she made a mewling sound and bucked against his hold. It was on.

  His chuckle was low and rough, the warmth of his breath close to her ear. “I’m going to fuck your ass. Whether you get the benefit of lube or not is up to you.”

  Half the fun was in the playing, but hearing him say the words, having him treat her like a dirty little slut, his dirty little slut, made her want to beg him to fuck her. Now! Mallory knew it wasn’t what he wanted though. He needed the struggle. Craved the feel of dominating her in an animalistic way that had little to do with loving and caring and everything to do with the flesh and all it could offer.

  When he moved back, lifting his upper body from hers, Mallory took advantage. She scooted back, ducking her body as it cleared his desk. She’d almost gotten twisted around to where she would be facing him when he stopped her progress by wedging a leg between her open legs, pinning her between him and her desk.

  His laughter was rich. “If you make it to the door, I’ll let you go to our room and get the lube.”

  She didn’t spend any time asking what would happen if she didn’t make it to the door. Mallory already knew. He intended to fuck her ass regardless. She should be scared, but she wasn’t. Instead she was exhilarated. Her nipples puckered and her pussy spasmed just thinking about it.

  She loved anal sex, rough or nice and in any position. Liam knew it, but he also knew she preferred copious amounts of lube while enjoying it. He was giving her a chance to have things on her own terms while not giving her a chance at all. He was larger, faster and much stronger than she was, but they both seemed to get a hell of a lot of pleasure out of the chase.

  Liam reached down, probably to grasp her by the hair, which would give him a very large advantage. She loved having her hair pulled, but it had the tendency of turning her into a puddle of goo, which was not helpful at all when her goal was getting to the door and her bottle of lube.

  Liam didn’t play fair. When it came to their little games, the only rule was—there were no rules.

  Mallory lunged sideways while kicking out with her booted feet. She giggled when he cursed and fell to his knees, knowing she’d hit her target. Her laughter only seemed to spur him on though, and her kick didn’t slow him down at all. When she climbed to her feet and made to run, he grabbed her calf and stopped her in mid-motion.

  The tug on her leg brought her back down to the floor. She lunged forward, repeatedly attempting to break his hold while kicking out with her free leg. For the life of her, she couldn’t seem to get her arms beneath her upper body to help her leverage herself off the floor. Her face was pressed into the carpet as she panted and wheezed, already out of breath.

  Mallory felt Liam climb her body, hand over hand, until his chest was to her back, his hands now holding hers to the floor. God, he excited her. The weight of his body pinned her to the floor, making her feel utterly helpless to do anything but capitulate. She wouldn’t though. He may have won the battle but the war was not yet over. Until he sank his cock into the tight confines of her ass, Mallory still had a chance, even if it was a minute one.

  She felt the slight shift as Liam levered up in order to once again lift her skirt. Mallory silently cursed her lack of panties. He released one hand only to pull the other behind her back. With little thought to how it might work, she bucked then rolled, evidently catching Liam off guard.

  She was squealing and laughing as she made a beeline for the door. She had nearly made it to the threshold when something jarred her memory and she realized it was for nothing. The whole thing had been staged. No matter the struggle, she was going to lose.

  Stopping dead in her tracks, Mallory turned, and with her hands resting on her hips, her chest heaving from exertion, and shook her head. “We’re out of lube.”

  He smiled, his eyes twinkling merrily. “I know.”

  Mallory couldn’t help it. She laughed. “Fucking bastard.”

  “Ya think.” The curve of his lips widened, showing off his dimples.

  She might not get her lube, but she still had a chance of beating him to the door. He recognized her intent before she’d even moved a muscle, and within a heartbeat, Mallory found herself right back on the floor.

  This time he sat his full weight on her ass while unfastening his pants as she flailed and cussed him out. It was a release she’d needed after such a stressful couple of weeks. She was enjoying herself immensely and would do the same as he fucked her, even without lube, even though she might be walking funny for a day or two after.

  When he was done, Liam gathered her arms then held her wrists tight in one of his hands while exposing her ass again. He didn’t bother to remove his pants either, because he was done with the fight or because he didn’t care to, she wasn’t sure. All Mallory knew was his zipper abraded the flesh of her ass when he leaned into her, guiding his cock into her soaked pussy.

  She could only imagine the sight they made. She was disheveled and sweaty, her hair probably a huge mess. Her skirt was up around her waist and there he was, sitting on her, his jeans unfastened, the engorged length of his cock free and ready.

  “When I let go, I want you to reach back and spread your cheeks for me. Show me exactly where I’m going to fuck you next.”

  He released her hands, and as always, she was embarrassed by having to expose herself but did so anyway, sure her face was flaming red. Liam rammed into her core hard, forcing the breath from her lungs. Her arousal was climbing higher and higher until Mallory was sure she would come with his next stroke.

  Liam slowed, changing the pace. Her anticipated orgasm died a quick death. Her moan of frustration was audible throughout the entire room, accompanied only by Liam’s chuckle.

  He was such a mean ass!

  When she felt the length of his cock pull free from her pussy, Mallory knew what was coming next. She lifted her hips as much as she possibly could, exposing herself to him even though she knew it wasn’t necessary. What she had to offer belonged to Liam whether she urged him on and craved his touch at the moment or not. The way their relationship worked left her only one choice and that was whether to leave or stay. It was a very good thing she managed to find someone she meshed with so well.

  “Fucking hot, baby.”

  He growled the words from behind her. At the same time Mallory felt the head of his cock at her puckered entrance. She whimpered as he entered her, stretching her until the burn became nearly too much.

  He didn’t stop or soothe, he took what he wanted at the pace he desired. She knew no amount of wiggling or begging him would convince him to move faster or cease the invasion of his cock into her ass. It was one of the reasons she felt so free. The confidence to react naturally, to squirm and moan, cuss and buck beneath his onslaught made her soar even higher.

  Once he was seated fully inside her, his balls resting against the opening of her pussy, he leaned in and bit the back of her neck. It stung and tickled and burned all at the same time. She could hear his growling breaths and feel the warmth of his breath. He was driving her mad with desire.

  She cried out and attempted to move, needing to feel his length against her inner walls. “Please! Move, do something!” She would promise anything, agree to whatever craziness he could think up if only he would fuck her already.

  “Not a word, Mallory.”

  Commanding her to be quiet was not something he’d ever done. She wanted to ask why but held her tongue so as not to displease him. Maybe if she was patient he would offer an explanation.

  “This is for me. Your ass is mine to do with as I please. It feels so good that right at this moment I don’t care whether you get off or not.”

  Oh fuck! She should be angry as hell and cussing him out, but instead his words made her nearly frantic for
what she wasn’t even sure would happen. In the past, Liam had withheld orgasms for one reason or another, but he’d never before acted as if he didn’t care whether she derived any pleasure from their sex.

  He pulled from her quickly, all in one stroke, and then equally as fast, lunged home. The tight rings of muscle protecting her entrance protested the treatment, clenching tight on his shaft. Repeatedly he withdrew completely before sinking his full length back home. He’d never taken her so roughly and she’d never enjoyed it more.

  The orgasm that ripped through Mallory’s body blinded her to everything happening around her. Her body shuddered and quaked as her release rippled over every nerve ending. Her throat worked as a scream welled up, bursting forth without her help.

  She couldn’t seem to breathe, couldn’t focus. Stars danced before her eyes as her body went limp. She was subconsciously aware of Liam’s shouts of pleasure and then the weight of his body on hers.

  For the life of her, Mallory couldn’t seem to move or speak, so she lay where she was, enjoying the feel of his heartbeat thundering against her back, knowing she loved him more than life itself. She couldn’t imagine her life without Liam, and now Cooper as well.

  Chapter Seven

  To Cooper it felt as if every day had been a week long. He couldn’t wait to see Mallory and Liam again, to touch them and sleep next to them and just hang out in general. Like they had, he flew instead of driving. However, instead of renting a car, they picked him up at the airport.

  Since he was only staying through the weekend, he’d packed everything in a carry-on bag in order to bypass the need to check luggage. He absolutely hated post 9/11 air travel. It was always such a hassle.