by Lynn Stark
“Gilly, where do you think you’re going?” Colt asked in a quiet, controlled voice. Gilly shivered. When he pressed his lips together a frown dipped the taller man’s dark brows. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”
“I’m going back to town. I have a job, plans.”
“These plans don’t include you being here with us?”
Gilly laughed without humor. “There’s no place for me here.”
“Why would you say that? I believe the level of attraction between the five of us warrants a continuation of our learning about one another.”
“You have Avery. What do you need me for?”
The moment he saw the understanding in Colt’s eyes he wished he’d kept his mouth shut. It made him feel childish, stupid, which didn’t improve his mood any. Reaching for the handle on the car door, he was about to pull it when the other man put his hand on it, palm flat against the glass of the window.
“Are you jealous of Avery?”
“No.”
“A lie will get you a taste of my favorite flogger. Now, let’s try again, shall we? Are you jealous of Avery?”
Crazy thoughts and fire flashed through Gilly’s brain. He felt feverish as he stood there being buffeted by icy air and swirling snow. He looked up at Colt, then toward the house where Avery was still standing there looking like one of those pretty characters in a Japanese manga, all big eyes and innocence. It made him want to fuck the guy until he couldn’t walk. He understood Colt’s attraction to the man, as well as Bliss and Clarissa’s. The two women had been very attentive to him and he had reaped the benefits. But the thought of Colt wanting Gilly, focusing all of his dark attentions on him, made Gilly hard and aching.
And since he was suffering that condition at that moment, he was relieved he was wearing a heavy winter coat which was long enough to hide the evidence.
“Your answer, Gilly. Are you jealous of Avery?”
“No.” He ground out the word between clenched teeth. There was no way he could compete with the man. He was both sweetly innocent and fierily decadent in his behavior. He had lured Colt to him as a moth to flame. “What’s there to be jealous of?”
“Perhaps you’re jealous of the fact that I fucked him and not you?”
“I don’t want you to fuck me.”
“I didn’t ask if you wanted me to fuck you. I asked if you were jealous because I fucked Avery and not you. Now I believe you are up to ten lovely caresses from my flogger. Want to go for fifteen?”
Gilly absently wondered as he stood there, hot on the inside and freezing on the outside, if Colt would tie him up before he used the flogger on him. He had a thing for leather, though he had never indulged his fetish. He wouldn’t mind starting out with being having wide leather cuffs fastened around his wrists before he was tied down to take his “punishment.” Feeling his cock leaking pre-cum, he looked at Colt and wondered if he could actually take another chance.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to fuck me. Now, I have to go. I have a job I’m going to be late for. I don’t really care to have Gerard cut my balls off to serve for lunch.”
Since the past few minutes had been intense, anger and sexual awareness charging the icy air, Gilly was unprepared for Colt’s laughter. It was deep and rich and incredibly sexy. His cock danced with the sound and he knew he was fucking lost.
“Don’t worry about Gerard. I happen to know his boss. I’ll speak with him for you.”
What could he say to that? He didn’t know who owned the Silver Star Hotel, but he knew who ran the kitchen. Gerard was a world-renowned chef and he ran the kitchen with an iron fist. His tempers were surprisingly rare, but when it was ignited everyone took cover.
Then he was looking up at Colt suspiciously. “Do you own it? The hotel?”
“Yes. Now, to avoid twenty, answer the question. Are you jealous?”
Gilly gave up. He threw his hands in the air. “Yes! Yes I’m jealous of him. How can I compete? The guy is fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell. I’m a Hobbit compared to him.”
“Why, do you have big feet?”
He laughed. He couldn’t help himself. “No, I don’t have big feet. They’re average feet.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away, his cheeks heating up. “It’s just that I feel big and ugly compared to him, not exactly desirable.”
“Please look at me when you’re speaking.” It was a command. Gilly shivered. Turning back around, he looked up at the taller man. There was a gentle expression in the dark eyes. “I find you very desirable. Knowing what I know now, I realize I should have bent you over in the kitchen and fucked you senseless when we first met.” Colt moved closer to him and Gilly swallowed hard. He forgot all about Avery and his insecurities. There was only Colt and him, both freezing their dicks off in the icy wind. “I can’t change what did and didn’t happen last night. But I will apologize for not proving to you how much I want you here. Yes, there is something special about Avery. But you also have qualities which make you unique in your own way.”
Colt moved closer, blocking the wind, though his nearness took Gilly’s breath away. He lifted a hand to caress the side of his face. A smile which was more than a little wicked, and full of promises, curved the man’s mouth. Gilly stared at it and licked his lips, hoping he was about to be kissed. Blood pounded through his cock. “Avery makes me want to wrap him up and treat him as if he were a precious treasure. When I look at you I see a man who is full of fight and fire. You’ll submit to me, but you won’t easily give me what I want. You’re a challenge and that is one thing I love. I can take you hard and fast. I can punish and reward you, something we will both gain great satisfaction from. Now, are you prepared to return inside with me and take your punishment?”
Okay, so maybe he could take Avery off his envy list. Gilly was about to get some of his own. Hoping he wasn’t grinning like an idiot, though his stretched face argued otherwise, Gilly nodded and all but ran past Colt.
Avery jumped back away from the door, laughing as he skidded to a stop. “I’m out of here. I don’t want to know.”
Colt slapped Avery’s tight ass as the man scooted past him and through the door. Then the tall Dom was shedding his shearling jacket and hanging it on a peg. “Take off your clothes and bend over that green table.”
With his heart pounding in his chest, pumping his blood through his veins at an alarming rate, Gilly began undressing. Though he didn’t know much about this whole Dom/submissive thing, he believed being neat would gain him points. Especially with a man who had stood outside without a hat and barely a hair out of place. Despite his mental exaggeration Gilly believed the man appreciated order. After folding his clothes and placing them in a nice stack on a chair, he went to the green table. It was an antique, painted a cheery apple green, and probably kept as a sentimental object in an otherwise modern kitchen. He tried not to flinch as his warm skin came in contact with the cold surface. It took him two tries before he was able to rest his torso upon it.
“Spread your legs.”
Gilly spread them, feeling more exposed than he ever had in his life. Sure, he’d bottomed from time to time, but not by someone standing back and watching his every move with what he suspected was a critical eye. After all, Colt would want him just so. All would have to be perfect.
Did the man mind that he had a raging hard-on? If he did, he hadn’t a clue as to how to make it go away. Anticipating having the man’s huge cock pushing into his asshole was turning him on like nothing else ever had.
“Spread your arms out.”
Colt was closer now. Gilly took a deep, shuddering breath into his lungs as he spread his arms out in a Y so they were pointing toward the corners. When he heard the jingle of chains he thought he would come right then and there. With his cheek pressed against the smooth surface of the table he couldn’t see Colt moving around him. It was more of a sense of where the man was until something was wrapped around his right ankle and fixed tightly. His left ankle w
as next to be secured by a leather cuff and a length of chain, followed by his left wrist and then his right.
“I need a safe word from you, Gilly. We’ll discuss this in more detail later, but for now I need a word from you which will tell me you want to stop. You are never to do something simply to please me. If something I do to you is too painful, or makes you uncomfortable, I want you to stop it at once. Do you understand?”
Since Gilly wanted less talk and more action, he thought hard for a word. “Noodle.”
Colt chuckled, which helped him relax. “Noodle it is. Now, I want you to count.”
Leather met skin a split second later. Shocked, Gilly cried out and his body jerked against the table. Since it was butted up against the wall it didn’t move.
Panting, Gilly began the count. “One,” he said in a breathless, strained voice. He remembered how Colt had told Avery he wasn’t allowed to come, so he divided his attention between concentrating on counting and telling his balls to behave.
It was difficult to do. With every sharp kiss of the leather falls against his ass, his balls tightened even more. Pre-cum was dripping from his cock to the floor as pleasure began rising from the initial waves of pain.
With his ass burning and his heart pounding in his chest Gilly waited anxiously for Colt to make the next move. Was he going to get fucked by the hot Dom? His cock jerked a warning and he clamped down on the lust running hotly through his veins. Taking a deep breath he forced himself to calm down, though relaxing was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to get fucked hard and fast. He needed Colt to claim him, to ride him hard, to prove he was as desirable as Avery was in their lover’s eyes.
Gilly’s own eyes nearly rolled back in his head as a lubed finger was pushed into his asshole without warning. Groaning, his fingers curled into his palms. He closed his eyes and focused on what was happening to his body. The finger pushed and played, searching until it stroked his gland. His body jerked so hard it raised the table off the floor. It dropped back down as he relaxed. His arms were pulling against the restraints, as were his legs. It rather shocked him to realize that the harder he pulled, the more he thought about not being able to escape what was happening, amped up his excitement to near critical levels. Panting, he again forced himself to relax, though he was tempted to let go of the control just to see if Colt would punish him. He scrapped that idea when he realized the Dom wouldn’t punish him because he had not told him he couldn’t come. Damn!
His disappointment was short lived as a second finger joined the first. They were scissored apart, stretching the ring of muscles until they began to relax. Gilly breathed through the burn and relaxed when pleasure began replacing it. By the time Colt had him fully stretched and he heard the sound of foil ripping, endorphins were making him a very happy man.
Gilly didn’t believe he could feel any better until Colt began working his large cock into his asshole. Moaning his pleasure he wriggled his ass around, eager for more of the man’s hard flesh to fill him. He ached for it. His blood was flowing like lava through his body as he was stretched and filled in a way which had never been done before.
By the time Colt was fully seated Gilly was panting hard and moaning. Large hands gripped his burning ass cheeks, spreading them wide and he guessed Colt wanted an unobstructed view of what was about to take place. What he wouldn’t give to be able to see it for himself.
Every powerful stroke of Colt’s cock in his ass took Gilly closer and closer to the edge. His fingers flexed, curling and uncurling against his palm. He tugged on the chains, shuddering as they held firm against his half-hearted efforts.
Colt’s hands moved to his hips as he began pounding into Gilly’s body, pegging his gland with nearly every stroke. His dark channel clung to the hard flesh thrusting in and out of it, as if it didn’t want to give up the pleasure it was receiving. Perspiration beaded on his skin. His breaths were short, ragged bursts of air from between his lips. Skin slapped as the large body behind his dominated his, the moment, and the bond which was forming between them.
Gilly knew he wouldn’t be able to leave as he had planned. For better or worse he was part of the family Bliss and Clarissa were trying to make. He found himself, even as he lost himself to the pleasure Colt was giving him.
With his world spinning wildly, pleasure swirling through his body, pulling his limbs tight, Gilly finally lost his grip on his control and gave it all up. His balls pulled tight to his body as cum was pumped from them, creamy ropes jetting through the air to land on the floor beneath the table. Groaning with the combination of pleasure and pain racking his body, Gilly felt the hardening of the large cock being gripped by his clenching asshole. A moment later Colt was shouting his pleasure, sending silken shivers over his skin as the sound caressed him.
A grimace scrunched up Gilly’s face as Colt withdrew from his body. After that he simply rested there, feeling replete, his passion slaked, and his desires met. As before, there was little sound around him as Colt moved. He was left alone for a moment before Colt returned to release him. A moan escaped him as the man checked his wrists and ankles, massaging his limbs, before he gently cared for the tender mounds of Gilly’s ass.
There was a blissful smile on his face when Colt finally helped him upright and took him into his arms. Gilly stared up at him as dark eyes roamed over his face. A smile curved the man’s sculptured lips.
“Happy now, baby?”
Gilly nodded and grinned like a loon. “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”
“I aim to please. Now, you’ll remember I don’t want one of you more than the other?” Strong hands caressed his back, holding him close. He trembled against the larger man’s body.
He nodded again, less happy this time to be reminded of his foolish, petty feelings. “I’ll remember. Avery and I are different, which brings out different feelings in you. Is that correct?” He watched Colt’s face closely.
Colt smiled. “That’s it exactly.” Bending, he captured Gilly’s lips and plundered his mouth, his tongue thrusting inside to boldly explore until he was up on his toes and wanting more. His cock began sliding up the inside of a muscular thigh, a sign he was eager to play again. Strong teeth tugged at his lower lip as their mouths separated. “It will take work for all of us to be happy together. It won’t happen overnight.”
Gilly put his head on Colt’s shoulder, wishing everything was already settled into place. It would be easier then. Though the man had done a lot to help reassure him, he knew it would take time for five personalities to mesh and bond. It would take work, too, as well as a certain amount of sacrifice.
If he was to be completely honest with himself, as he always tried to be, Gilly knew he would have to rid himself of the lingering envy he held of Avery.
It wouldn’t be a simple thing to do.
* * * *
Stepping away from the doorway into the kitchen, Clarissa turned and grinned at the anxious woman behind her. Normally she wouldn’t have spied upon Colt, but it was important to know what was happening between him and the man they had invited to the ranch. Their hopes had been high, but after he had all but ignored Gilly the night before, they had been worried that Avery far outshone the other man with his delicate beauty and the sense of vulnerability he wore around himself like a cloak. And if they could see it, Colt most certainly did so. It was something which would appeal to their lover’s protective nature.
While Gilly had proven himself to be an extremely talented lover, and seemed to enjoy being with Bliss and herself, Clarissa had seen the yearning in his eyes when Colt had left the room and he thought no one was looking. Her heart had hurt for him. Once they were alone with him she and Bliss had distracted him, though he only seemed half-heartedly participating. It was then she wondered if they had done the right thing, bringing in another to join their relationship with Colt. They hadn’t meant to do anything to hurt Gilly. He was such a darling, sexy man.
Now she rushed back upstairs with Bliss to the master suite. They
had spent the night with Colt after Gilly had chosen a bedroom and disappeared inside. Avery, too, had gone to his room and they had been left alone with the man they had dreamed of sharing their lives with.
It appeared Colt and Gilly had worked through some issues this morning, but Clarissa wasn’t stupid. She knew nothing was ever fixed instantly. They were trying to put a family together, not a broken tea cup. Love, understanding, and patience were what they needed to keep it in once piece.
As she and Bliss entered the bedroom they both screamed in fright and fell backward as they tripped over one another in their surprise, onto the plush white carpeting. They gasped for breath and they stared wide-eyed at the two men standing there naked in the center of the bedroom, very smug expressions on their handsome faces.
“Oh, dammit, Colt!” Clarissa exclaimed, panting. “How many times have we asked you not to do that?”
There were “secret” passageways in the oldest parts of the huge house and their lover loved to use them. Though they had been in them, they were dark, dusty, and more than a little creepy. She and Bliss avoided them like the plague and always managed to forget about them, much to Colt’s continued delight.
Colt chuckled as he walked across the carpet to extend a hand to her. She took it as Gilly held out his hand to Bliss. He pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
“Probably, about as many times as I have scolded the two of you for spying, eavesdropping, and general mischief.”
One of the reasons why they loved Colt so much was that, while a very demanding and controlling Dom, he had a wonderful, playful side, too. It was why she and her cohort tended to do things to get him to play. Not all punishment was a bad thing, she thought with a smile.
Busted! Blushing, she looked up at him. “We weren’t spying. We were seeing how things were going between the two of you. We were worried.” She looked at Gilly, who was staring at Bliss’s bare breasts. “Did you work things out?”