“I hope you’re right and I’m wrong,” Drake said. “If she wants his permission, he’ll give her that. His approval may be another story.”
* * * *
Maria sat on the edge of the bathtub. Scott backed up against the vanity, directly across from her.
“What’s on your mind?”
Maria admired the only man she’d ever truly loved as an adult. Oh sure, she’d had boyfriends and playmates in high school and college, but Scott—well, Scott was just different. He was her first real lover, the first man who’d not only responded to her needs, but had fulfilled them above and beyond her wildest imagination.
He flexed his muscular arms and crossed them over his chest. His dimples stretched from the corner of his mouth halfway up his face and she approved of his exerted confidence. His self-assurance wasn’t a front, he was just that confident of himself, and he was also sure of something else.
He was sure of her.
She’d always known how he felt about her. Even though they hadn’t talked in nearly two years, she’d still felt his love from afar. A love like theirs was powerful, strong enough to stand the tests of strained time.
“I love you,” she blurted before she analyzed the ramifications of admitting as much.
“I’m glad.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
He winked. “I love you, too, and you’ve always known it. I must’ve kicked myself a thousand times because I never told you. I never reassured you.” He took a short breath and added, “Somewhere deep inside I often wondered if we might have worked if I had told you how I felt.”
“And how do you feel right now?”
He tilted his head at the door. “Are you asking for me or for them?”
“I want them.” She revealed her feelings again then ducked her head. “I’m still pretty good at telling you what’s on my mind, huh?”
Scott took a step forward. He tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes. “Do you think sleeping with them will hurt me?”
“Will it?”
He blew out a hard breath. “I don’t know. I’ve never stood by and watched the woman I love fuck another man, much less two of them.”
“Is it anything you ever thought about?”
“Why do you think I made sure I spent the night with you last night?” He massaged his neck and his handsome face turned pink.
“Why Scott Zelmore, I do believe you’re blushing.”
“Probably,” he said, sitting beside her.
“Tell me about last night.”
“I was in my room, the one I claimed in the beginning, and I kept hearing voices, a lot of laughter. Turns out it was Abby and Ace, but I didn’t know that at the time. Anyway, I started thinking about you with Drake and Cade. I mean they didn’t exactly hide their interest in you when I first arrived. Anyone within a mile could’ve felt the sexual tension in the room when I walked in and more or less made sure everyone there knew we had a past.”
“You liked that.”
“Yeah, it was pretty rewarding to let them know I had the girl they wanted.”
“Woman.”
He cupped her nape and brought her against him then. Stroking her hair and back, he whispered, “You can be their woman, you can show them whatever it is that you need to show them sexually, but you will always be my girl, Maria.”
“Scott,” she whispered, turning her face to his. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Honey, if I thought seeing you with them would hurt, don’t you think I’d tell you?”
“I hope you would.”
“The truth is, I’m horny as hell thinking about you with all three of us.”
She grinned. “You think I can take you?”
“If Sydney Donovan can take five, I’d say you could take an army.” He hurriedly added, “But don’t get any crazy ideas.”
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, pecking his lips.
“I’ve missed you, too.” He took her hand, leading her to the door. Before they rejoined Cade and Drake, he turned to her and added, “When we were in Las Vegas, we dropped the Dom-sub role play and something occurred to me when I was flying out that night.”
She started to speak and he held up his hand, “Let me finish.”
She slowly nodded, watching those dark features turn much darker as his hooded eyes seemed to house a more intriguing man, a more dominant and sexual creature. “Our time together wasn’t as fulfilling because it wasn’t how we typically are with one another.”
“You mean the Domination and submission?”
“I have to know you’re mine, Maria. In every way that matters, I need that. Can you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her pussy wept for him then. She brushed against him and he locked his arm around her waist. He initiated the kiss, but she thrust her tongue between his lips and moaned, eager and willing to do anything then to please him.
His eyes filled with lust and he cupped her breast, squeezed gently, and released a most carnal growl. “Wait here for a few minutes. Then, I want you to walk out and present yourself to me—to us—like the willing sub you are, the woman I taught you how to be.”
Chapter Nineteen
“Did you try and convince her or talk her out of it?” Cade asked.
“She’s ours for the night,” Scott said, stripping away his shirt.
“Are you all right with this?”
“If I didn’t approve, you can bet your ass I wouldn’t be here and she wouldn’t be permitted to be here with you.”
“What is it about the two of you anyway?” Cade asked. “Do you love her?”
“More than anyone else in the world.”
Drake kicked off his shoes. “Why are you willing to share her?”
“Because it’s what she wants.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“He said as much,” Drake said. “Quit trying to talk him out of it.”
“Believe me. I’m not.”
“You look a little pale, Cade. Are you feeling all right?” Scott asked.
“I’m horny as hell and trying to figure out if you’re playing us or if we really get to have some fun with your woman.”
“I have one rule.”
“Here we go,” Drake drawled, unbuttoning his shirt anyway.
“Apparently, you’re willing to agree to it because you’re undressing.” Scott double-checked the locks, threw the extra bolt across the top of the door, and turned to them again. “I want her to enjoy the experience. If you make her feel cheap or used, so help me God, you won’t have anything left of your equipment when you walk out of here.”
“Who said anything about using her?” Drake asked.
Scott tensed. A new understanding struck him at the core of his gut. “You care about her?”
Instead of admitting or denying Scott’s accusation, Drake stripped down to his briefs. When he lounged on the end of the bed, he said, “Want me to shoot straight with you now?”
“Please.”
“I could fall in love with her, so with that said, you need to consider that possibility. What are you planning to do if I fall in love with the woman you already love more than anyone in the world? What if Cade falls for her, too? How are you planning to handle all that, Zelmore? What’s your plan B, or do you have one? And how will you feel if she falls in love with us and is looking for more than a sexual sabbatical?”
“I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
The door opened and Maria walked out. Scott’s heart stood still when she approached them, bowed her head, and knelt before them in a subservient gesture.
Cade growled. “Dear God.”
Drake’s eyes met Scott’s. “I think you’d better start asking yourself that question about right now.”
“In the end, this experience is for and about Maria,” Scott assured them. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy. What I won’t entertain again is the possibility of letting her go. Th
e two of you may not be so lucky.”
* * * *
Maria could’ve sworn her knees knocked together when Scott told her to stand. She eyed the three men waiting for her on the bed and for some reason, she started laughing.
“You know how to make a guy feel wanted,” Cade said, flexing his muscles and propping his head against the heel of his hand as he took a position on his side.
“Sub, come over here,” Scott rasped.
Maria cleared her throat and tried to draw upon her inner strength to settle her nerves. It was no use, she laughed again.
Drake grunted. “That’s it. You’re mine and you’re spanked.”
“What a way to make a woman feel welcome.”
“You’ll feel something, sweet thing. That’s a promise.”
To her sweet surprise, Drake pulled her to his lap, but much to her horror, he quickly positioned her over his knee. At the same time, he loosened the towel secured under her arm.
“Hell fire,” Drake crooned, stroking her cheeks.
As soon as his hand caressed her bottom, her pussy responded. The heat and excitement pooled around her intimate lips and he gave her a solid pat, stroking her globes where his hand had previously landed.
“Hold onto my ankles,” Drake said.
She met his demands and he smoothed his palm across her ass once more. Her nipples pressed against his right thigh. He reached between his leg and her body, pinching the right nipple until she cried out from the throbbing, mind-blowing pain and pleasure, that blurred line of complete submission gradually coming into focus.
“Shh,” Drake whispered, dragging his hand across her cheeks. “This won’t take long.” He placed his right arm over her shoulders and held her steady, striking her with repetitive smacks until her ass burned from the outside in.
“Her firm ass didn’t even jiggle,” Drake said.
“What did you expect? She goes through the same training we do.” Cade leaned over the side of the bed. He brushed her hair out of her face. “How you doing, little one?”
“I’m hot.” And the sexy rasp in Cade’s voice when he called her “little one” was enough to make her temperature spike even higher.
“I’ll second that opinion.” Drake ran his finger down the seam of her ass.
The intimate gesture struck a tender note of awareness. She held her breath, expecting another stroke, a more personal invasion.
“No, I mean, I need air.” She fanned her face and Cade disappeared, apparently in search of the thermostat.
Scott was there then. He pulled her away from Drake’s lap and cupped both breasts before devouring them with his mouth.
Pleasure. Oh God, there would be so much pleasure.
She arched her back and moaned as he worked from one extended point to the next, kissing and licking, nibbling here or there at the fullness before taking a seat on the bed and trailing lower. He kissed a path from her cleavage to her navel.
Once there, he flicked the tiny heart, his eyes heavily laden with lust as he toyed with the jewelry he’d purchased her, the heart she’d only removed to clean.
The pampering and attention came at a slow onset. Scott took his time kissing her belly, smoothing his hand across her flat stomach and watching her mysteriously as he circled the heart again with the tip of his tongue.
Her knees went weak, buckled a time or two, but he was always there to steady her, ever so careful to bring her right back to him, right back to that giving mouth.
Cade rejoined them. Standing behind her, he massaged her shoulders, working his thumbs into her nape and squeezing her muscles as he pampered her, too.
Drake moistened his lips. Cupping the side of her face, he kissed her then, fisting his hand in her hair and drawing her face closer to his.
All this good loving made her long for more. Her body responded to his touch. Each caress left behind a scattering of chill bumps and she longed for much more in the way of hand-to-body contact.
She gripped Drake’s bicep and stared into his eyes, willing him to take her, willing him to give her permission to take him. She longed to form a deeper connection. Drake’s square jaw set and he released a low and carnal growl, pushing down on her shoulder until she was even with his cock.
Scott stepped back and watched. “Give Drake head, sub.”
“Would you like that, Maria?” Drake asked, knotting his hand in her hair.
“Very much.” She grabbed hold of his briefs and yanked them to his ankles.
Drake stepped away from his underwear and fisted his dick. He rubbed his cockhead across her parted lips and she eagerly took him to her throat. She folded her tongue and caressed the underside of his hooded head, rubbing and stroking, indulging in the opportunity to give him oral attention.
He took her head in his hands and pushed her down on his groin, greedy in his apparent need to sink deeper, to tap the back of her throat and lose his seed in the depths of her mouth.
She sucked as she pulled him to her tonsils, mumbling against the shaft until she caught a hint of that spicy, rich, masculine taste, a unique and tangy flavor she would savor as his.
He cupped her cheek and pushed up and down, marking his place inside her mouth by working his cock from one side to the next, filling her cheeks with his thick shaft, working for that fulfillment but taking his own sweet time.
She tightened her suction. Her eyelashes fluttered as Drake stretched her mouth with his size.
His erection lengthened, stretched, and reached. The tiny veins of his penis pulsed against her tongue as she pulled him still deeper. Oh God, she longed to taste him.
He moaned aloud as she raked her teeth across the shaft. “Watch it, baby.”
She released him then and kissed the firm, hooded head. “What do you want me to watch?”
As if she had given him an idea, he slipped away from her then and jacked off, beating his cock with a delivery that left her mouth dry, her pussy drenched.
When he spurted off, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes. He pressed against her lips, letting her catch his taste as he finished right inside her mouth.
“Ah yeah, baby.” Drake held her head with both hands and hammered forward in a bent position.
Maria swallowed his cum and slowly pulled back, releasing him one inch at a time.
“That was hot.” She slipped her tongue over her lips and savored his salty spill.
Drake leaned in and claimed her mouth. He held her head steady as he kissed her slow and easy, leisurely traveling across her lips to her ear and back to her lips again. “Did you like that?”
“Loved it.”
“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom. He pushed by Cade and never broke his stride. She glanced over her back, gauging Scott’s reaction.
He looked somewhat surprised by Drake’s quick flight, but he didn’t move or call out behind them. Once they were alone, Drake hoisted her to the counter, turned on the water, and grabbed a bar of soap from the shower.
After he retrieved a washcloth from the cabinet, he washed her face, arms, and chest. When he finished, he handed her a bottle of mouthwash. “It’s unopened. The guys might want to kiss you without tasting my cock.”
She rinsed her mouth and he did the same. Then, they embraced in a passionate and loving kiss, a kiss that made her feel accepted and appreciated, cared for and wanted.
She started to question why Drake would make her feel anything more than lust, but she pushed aside those feelings and thought she might escape without an uncomfortable exchange. Instead, he pulled her back and framed her face. He pressed a closed-mouth kiss to her lips. “I know you care about me, Maria.”
“I care about my team.”
“It’s more than that.” Drake sucked in a deep breath and acted as if he thought he might be stepping out of line when he added, “It may not suit Scott…or Cade, for that matter, but I fell for you that first day you came to the ranch pretending to be Nurse Feel Good.”
She snickered. “All things considered, I guess I lived up to my name.”
“Tonight you sure did.” He chuckled. “But back then, you were definitely hands-on, too. Don’t ’cha think?”
“Hands-on?” she asked, taking hold of his cock and pumping his flaccid penis until he was good and stiff again. “Was I hands-on like this, Drake?”
“Damn don’t I wish. Maybe Zelmore wouldn’t have slipped back in your bed again if I’d already marked my place there first.”
“I wouldn’t count on that,” she said, staring down at the tight pulse of his penis pushing through her closed fist.
“Two can play this game,” he whispered across her lips. He rubbed the back of his hand across her moist opening until the friction was enough to make a little noise.
“Wanna fuck?” He cocked his head. “Say yes, Maria.”
“Here?” She knew better than to take the bait, but for a split second, she was tempted.
“Right now.” He tilted his chin at the door. “Scott can come in and join us anytime.”
“I’d need to ask him first.”
“Then go ask him.”
“Or we could go back to bed and fuck there,” she suggested, too tempted by the current offer on the table.
His jaw flexed. “I want you for myself. I want the one-on-one with you. Is that a bad thing?”
“It’s an honest thing,” Scott said from the door. His gaze flicked over her. “But it ain’t happening tonight, buddy.” He crooked his finger back and forth and Maria went to him.
“Are you still mine, baby?” he whispered at her ear.
“I’m still yours.” The way he seemingly loved her more than he had two years ago was still a surprise to her. Had the distance only made his heart grow fonder? Had the time apart only deepened his love and desire for her?
“Let’s go to bed, sub.”
Scott bent down and swept her off her feet, carrying her back to the bedroom. Once there, she noticed the assortment of goodies. Condoms, lubes, and a paddle were organized in a neat row, but before she crawled up on the mattress, Scott changed his mind.
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