by Sarina Wilde
There was nothing else in the universe but his mouth and his hand, solely focused on bringing her pleasure. Greer arched back, her hips pumping against him, wanting…wanting. The cry that left her lips was low, guttural.
“Please…Liam…please.” She couldn’t articulate what she wanted. Her body needed him, needed his cock inside her. Barely aware, she heard the slide of a drawer, the tearing of what she could only assume was a condom packet, then Liam was pulling her forward, so she straddled him where he sat in the desk chair. She grasped his shoulders for balance, feeling him guiding the blunt head of his cock to her swollen opening. She ached for him, for what he could give her.
As soon as Greer felt the pressure, she drove down, gloving him inside her and drawing a rumble of pleasure from him.
“Easy, baby,” he growled. “I want this to last more than a few seconds.”
He pumped his hips, slowly, and she answered him. They set a rhythm. As Liam leaned back in the chair, he cupped her breasts and tweaked the nipples. With each flick of his thumbs, a tug of pleasure shot through her body, straight to her pussy.
His hands were everywhere, caressing, guiding, playing, until her fingers dug into his shoulders and she came hard.
“That’s it. God, I love to watch you come,” he growled as he leaned forward, branding her with another deep kiss. His hands held her hips in place while he surged, driving in and out of her until his head fell back and he climaxed, shiver after shiver shaking his big body as he groaned.
Greer slumped against him, so boneless she doubted she could ever move again. Their chests heaved from their exertion. Weakly, Greer leaned her forehead against his shoulder.
“Is it always like this?” she asked.
“Only with you and Chas.” Liam’s hands trembled as he stroked over her hair to her shoulders.
“Come upstairs with me.”
“I don’t think I can walk,” she managed to murmur.
“Then I’ll carry you.”
He stood, setting her on the desk again while he stripped the used condom off and casually tossed it in the trash. He picked her up in his arms, laughing softly when she squealed.
“What about our clothes?”
He winked at her. “Don’t worry. The maid will get them tomorrow and be able to think about how much fun we had in here.”
He carried her up the back stairs so they were nearer the master suite. The last thing Greer wanted to have happen was for Wyatt to awaken and see them parading past his room in the buff. Not good.
Liam closed the door with his foot before carrying her over to the king-sized bed. After setting her on her feet, he patted her butt. “Turn back the covers and climb in. I’ll be back in a minute. I just want to check on Wyatt.”
“I can do that,” she protested.
“Nah. I got it.”
Greer watched him pull on a pair of sweats before he padded from the room into the hall. She pulled back the comforter and slipped between the sheets, stretching as contentment flooded her. She felt as though she’d just emerged from the darkness and finally found rays of light—Liam, Wyatt and Chas.
Chapter Nine
Chas leaned back in his desk chair and frowned. Dr. Samantha Marlow obviously had a friend in scheduling because he discovered most of her shifts had been altered to coincide with his. Or, like this weekend, his had been switched to match hers. So not happening. On top of the fact she just wasn’t his type—he’d recently discovered a penchant for petite brunettes—he had never and would never compromise his ideas about keeping work separate from play.
He’d learned the negative side from his parents. A doctor and a nurse, they had started out working together until after he was born. Then his mother had switched from working at a hospital to working in private practice. As they spent more and more time apart, their interests changed—including who they wanted to have sex with. After his father had discovered his mother was doing more than taking temperatures and checking blood pressure for the head of the practice where she worked, the shit had hit the fan at home, and Chas had ended right squarely in the middle of it.
When their marriage had finally split apart, he’d seen how it had destroyed his father. His dad had come from nothing, worked his ass off to get into medical school, and truly loved being a general surgeon. But he had done all of it for a reason—to support the family he’d thought he could count on.
So no, dipping his pen or his prick in the company ink was absolutely not happening. He started to pull out his cell and call Liam, but when he saw how late it was, he shoved it back in the clip at the waistband of his scrubs. The smart thing to do would be to get a couple hours’ sleep—if he could. Saturday night in a major metro area usually meant an influx of surgeries big and small. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the desk and letting his head rest against the padded chair back.
It seemed he’d barely closed his eyes when his team’s scrub nurse was shaking him. “Dr. Lynch, wake up. We’ve got victims from an accident in Spaghetti Junction coming in.”
Chas was instantly awake and alert. It was something he’d trained his body to do. Now all it took was hearing the words Spaghetti Junction and accident to know the rest of this night was going to be busy.
* * * * *
Wyatt was out like a light. Liam tucked the covers more securely around his son’s sturdy body and softly brushed a curl from his forehead. God how he missed having him here all the time.
Liam swallowed hard, trying to keep his temper in check. He’d attempted to keep things civil for Wyatt’s sake, but he’d never understood why Julie demanded custody. She didn’t want Wyatt, not really. He’d had to all but threaten her to stop her from getting an abortion. At first, it might have been the newness. Wyatt had been a reason for people to pay attention to her, but as their son grew, her attention had waned. More and more often, she was on the phone asking Liam to take him, but not giving him any real rights. He didn’t care. He’d take his son on any terms. As he straightened, he passed his hand over his face. He wanted a normal life.
How much of a joke was that? He was in love with a man and more than halfway in love with his new housekeeper. What the hell was he thinking? He pulled the door mostly closed before he padded back down the hall toward the master bedroom. In his heart, he worried where he was headed. Experience had taught him it wasn’t possible to have everything. It wasn’t possible to have Chas, to have Greer…and to have Wyatt.
Liam paused in the open doorway to the master bedroom, his gaze taking in Greer, sprawled on her stomach. The covers had slipped below her waist. In the soft light, her scars were barely noticeable. She wouldn’t see it that way. People always seemed to be harder on their own imperfections—real and imagined—than they were about imperfections in others.
She shifted, one arm creeping over her head. From the side, he had a wonderful view of the swell of her breast. A perfect, creamy globe, just large enough to hold and caress, but small enough she would maintain her shape as the years passed. As he neared the side of the bed, he traced the flowing lines of her body. Despite being petite, her limbs were long and graceful, the swell of her bottom generous because of muscles developed over years of swimming and skiing. Lord. He started to adjust his swelling cock inside his sweats. Then he realized he could simply strip them off and join her.
For a little while, at least, he didn’t have to make a choice. He could have it all. If that was selfish, so be it, but for once he wanted to experience a woman who cared about him, not his name or his money. He didn’t want to analyze his emotions. He simply wanted to feel them. Greer offered love and affection, and Liam badly needed exactly what she was ready to give.
She didn’t stir as he pulled the covers back. He planned on kissing every inch of her, starting at her toes. Suiting actions to ideas, he pressed a kiss to the delicate arch of each foot, licked his way around her ankles and nibbled along her calves. When he reached the sensitive skin behind her knees, he kissed gently,
touching the tip of his tongue to her before continuing up her thighs.
Greer moaned in her sleep, shifting again by bending a leg and giving him better access to the shadowy area between her buttocks and thighs. Liam crawled up the bed, kissing the tops of her thighs before running his hands along the path his mouth had just traveled.
It was the hitch in her breathing as his fingers teased along the edge of her bottom that alerted him. She was awake. How long she had been he wasn’t sure, but he really shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, he hadn’t been gone long enough to really give her a chance to fall into a deep sleep.
With a wicked grin, he cupped her butt cheeks in his palms, using his thumbs to part them and bare the tight little pucker of her anus. His cock went on instant alert. Down boy. It’s not your turn yet. One brow arched, he blew and watched her muscles tighten in response.
“I know you’re awake,” he purred. “Let me know how you like this.”
Dipping his head, he dragged his tongue from the top of the cleft to her anus, slowly circling, then laving it with the flat of his tongue. Greer jerked, tilting her bottom for more and making Liam chuckle. He wanted to keep it up forever, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. She was simply too responsive. Still, he’d promised himself Chas would be the one to take her back here first, if she wanted it. From her reaction, it would seem she did.
But he could get her ready for him, couldn’t he?
Kissing his way farther, he shifted, sliding his aching cock between her thighs. While he kissed along the skin of her shoulder to her neck, he bucked his hips, dry humping so close to the spot he’d love to bury himself. He slid his palm over her bottom.
“Have you had anyone back here, baby?”
“N-no.” A delicate shiver shook her.
He’d swear his cock had just swollen to twice its normal size.
“Markus was the only…and he never…”
“Never played with your pretty ass?”
He was going to come if he didn’t stop. Right. Now. Liam rolled to the side, but kept one hand on her butt, gently stroking.
“Was what I just did okay?”
“Yes.” She turned her head on the pillow to stare at him, eyes huge. “It felt amazing. Does it feel the same for you?” She blushed.
Liam trailed his fingers along the crack of her ass. Laying his head on the pillow next to her, he smiled. “Yes. Most of the time, I’m top, but Chas loves to eat me. It is amazing. You want more?”
“Yes.”
“I have some toys we can try.”
Greer blushed. She knew it from the heat blossoming on her from head to toe. Toys? Somehow she knew he wasn’t referring to Cabbage Patch Dolls.
“What kind of toys?”
“Vibrators, handcuffs, nipple clamps, butt plugs.”
Holy crap. “You use all those?”
Liam stroked a finger down her spine, making her shiver as he paused right at the top of her butt.
“Only for fun.”
“I don’t know…”
Liam kissed her shoulder. “No worries. I think for tonight, my fingers and my tongue are more than enough.”
Greer wanted to tell him to go ahead. She wanted to see these toys, but she’d finally hit an area she wasn’t sure about. She remembered seeing the cuffs in the desk drawer in Chas’ office, but thinking about having them on her was altogether different.
“Suit you?”
She nodded.
“Roll over on your back, baby,” Liam instructed as he reached into the nightstand drawer and returned with a bottle. At least she recognized that. He set it on the table and pulled her into his embrace. “You’re so hot. I want to have you ready so once Chas has rested, you can take us both. Think about it. Chas will take you first, then once we’ve rested, I’ll lie on my back. Chas will help you mount me, let you sink your ass on my cock. Once I’m in, Chas will fuck your pretty pussy.”
As he’d described what they would do, his fingers had slid between her thighs, stroking and probing the juicy folds of her pussy.
“So wet, Greer. So sexy.”
His finger slipped a little farther, passing over her taint and slowly circling the opening of her ass. Every nerve in her body leaped in response, making her push toward that finger. Liam chuckled, such a low, dark sound that nevertheless made her call his name.
“More, Liam. Please.”
He grabbed the lube, squirted some onto his fingers.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” As soon as she had, he grabbed an extra pillow and shoved it under her butt, raising her hips for easier access. Scooting between her spread legs, he gave her pussy lips a long, leisurely lick, his eyes holding hers, before he lowered his face and suckled her aching clit.
One of his fingers slid inside her vagina, pumping and withdrawing. He pulled almost all the way out. Another finger circled her anus, teasing the tight opening.
“So tight. Push against my finger.” She did what he asked. “Thatta girl.”
It slipped inside her at the same time his other finger pushed back into her vagina. Filling her from both sides until she was positive she was going to pass out.
As her bottom adjusted to the penetration, Greer began to move back in counter to his rhythm. His thumb bumped her clit. Greer pulled her legs to her chest, giving him more room. Liam grinned and went back to eating her like there was no tomorrow.
She thought about his finger in her ass, wondered how it would feel to have something else there as well. Would it feel as full? Would it hurt? She had to know.
“Liam?”
He lifted his head, her dew glistening on his mouth and chin. “What, baby? You all right?”
She nodded. “Could we…try…a toy?”
His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. “Oh yeah. Something small. A plug you can leave in to help stretch you.”
Keeping his finger in her ass, he rolled back over and extracted a box from the nightstand drawer, handing it to her.
“You choose.”
Greer opened the box, barely daring to look inside. When she opened her eyes, she saw a set of five plugs in varying sizes. The largest one made her eyes pop wide. Liam must have seen her expression because suddenly he laughed.
“I think maybe the smallest one would be good to start. Hand it to me.”
His voice had changed subtly, becoming firmer, more commanding, but not in any way that made her feel as if he were bullying her. Instead, it gave her comfort, making her feel like she could rely on him and his knowledge.
She watched him coat it thickly with lube, then he stroked it along her folds and around the opening of her ass. Greer couldn’t help the whimper that erupted. Before she had time to form an apology and tell him everything was fine, he was there with the plug, pushing inside her sphincter muscles as easily as his finger had.
“That’s it baby,” he soothed. “See how easy that was?” He grabbed a condom and suited up.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
He grinned. “I’m going to fuck your pussy a little bit while you have this plug in. Then if you’re good, we’ll move up a little bit in size until you tell me you’ve had enough.”
As he crawled up her body, he dipped his head to lick her nipples. Greer started to cover them, always a little paranoid because they poked up so stiffly.
“No baby,” Liam told her. “Don’t cover them. They’re beautiful. Grab my dick and guide it in.”
She reached between them, circling his shaft and pulling him forward. Oh Jesus! The sensation of him pushing into her while she had the plug in her ass was indescribable, but just when her body had started to really crank up again, he stopped and pulled out.
“Let’s try something a little larger.”
All Greer could do was nod mindlessly, wanting to feel more of the incredible stretching and fullness the plug plus his penis provided. Liam repeated the process two more times before Greer looked at him. “That’s it.”
He nodde
d then pumped his hips, pistoning in and out of her while his hands cupped and squeezed her ass. A wave of feeling so strong she feared she would faint overwhelmed her. She came for him, over and over again.
In the aftermath, Liam stroked her cheek, kissed her forehead and told her to sleep. As she curled up, she knew he was cleaning up from their lovemaking. Never had she felt as treasured. Having Liam and Chas with her would only add to it.
* * * * *
“Thanks, everybody.” Chas looked around at all the members on his surgical team, his gaze skipping over Samantha Marlowe. That was a scheduling situation he’d be taking care of in short order, like as soon as he left the operating room.
Chas made sure he wasn’t alone with her. After stripping off his operating room garb, he slipped his other shoes on and stalked down the hall. In a matter of minutes, he’d cleared the way to move Sam Marlowe into a different rotation that wouldn’t cross paths with him.
Less than an hour later, his chief was on the phone with him.
“She’s filed a complaint. Claims you called her into your office and made inappropriate advances.”
Chas ran his fingers through his hair, gripping it in frustration. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Not. At. All. I’ve got your email about what happened earlier. You need to see if you can find out who’s been switching the schedules to throw her on your rotation.”
“I really don’t fucking need this.”
“Only thing I’m going to tell you is she’s got pull somewhere. Maybe you should explain you’re already in a relationship. That would end this discussion.”
Well, not quite. Not if they knew about Greer.
“Look, Mike,” Chas lowered his voice. “You know how things are with me. I’ve been up front about that, but I’d prefer to keep it between the two of us for personal and professional reasons. Liam’s ex-wife looks for any reason she can find to make life difficult for him. I’m afraid if our relationship gets too public, she’ll use it as an excuse to cut off access to Wyatt.”