Pick Your Pleasure_The Heart's Desire Series

by Hilary Storm

  I watch his ink covered hand as he strokes his cock in front of me. A glimpse of silver catches my eye and sends a smile over my face. I’ve never been with a man who’s pierced. I’m actually surprised Jack allowed him in this room.

  “Like what you see?” He reads the expression on my face before he begins to tease me.

  “You have my attention.” I watch his every move, intrigue taking over every other emotion. Desire beginning to trickle through my body just before they switch positions.

  Blue eyes now pierce me with a similar intensity as he takes in my chest. The heat of his hand replaces his stare, making me squirm against my restraints.

  The man I’m going to call David slides in next to the heap of muscles that I’ve named Ceasar. Shit I hope I can remember these names. Maybe I’ll never need to call them anything.

  I’m still looking at David when he slides his thumb between my lips, stretching the side of my mouth as he watches me. “This is like a fuckin’ dirty dream of yours isn’t it.” Now these two stroke their cocks in front of my face… purposely testing me as they get closer to me with each jerk of their hand. I try to ignore what he just said, even though it was eerily close to something Jack has said to me in the past.

  “Beg for it, Ava.” My heart clinches and my eyes cut to David’s as soon as his demand leaves his mouth. Infuriation floods through me because I know Jack told them what to say to make me think of him.

  “Release me now.” The restraints around my ankles drop instantly, but the two removing my wrist cuffs take longer. My chest heaving before I’m set free and I can feel the anger boiling inside, all the progress I made to forget him being eliminated so quickly. I’m fighting with everything inside not to walk the fuck out of here to strangle that man. He’s still playing games with me and the worst part is… I’m letting him win.

  I feel like I'm suffocating as I walk across the room, leaving all that masculinity behind me. This isn’t a fantasy of mine. In fact, I crave the full attention of one man. A man that will choose me above everything else in the world. It’s time to switch a few things up.

  “David and Caesar… thank you for coming, but I’m just not going to be able to pull this off. Cowboy… if you’re up for staying, maybe we can spend some time together just the two of us.” I don’t look back to see their reactions, but I can feel the awkward tension as the sound of their footprints follow behind me.

  I’m pissed at myself for not being the whore everyone thinks I am. My sexual frustration is at an all-time high and it would’ve been nice to scratch that itch with three men at once. These two are obviously here for Jack and not here to make sure I have a great time… so they have to go. Cowboy gets his chance, but one slip up and he’s out the damn door too.

  I hear the door close as I tie my robe closed; the silk material cooling my heated skin. I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone at the moment and I’m sure the inked up sex toy can tell.

  “How bout we get the fuck out of here and try this again?” He’s standing in the doorway… completely naked with his dick at full attention.

  “Isn’t that against whatever contract you signed or something.” I’m sure Jack isn’t going to approve of anyone taking me away from here.

  “I do what the fuck I want. I’m not here for the money like those other fuckers.” I sit on the edge of the bed and watch him move around with confidence. His arms and chest flexing when he reaches over his head to hold the door frame of the closet.

  “What are you here for?”

  “For the sex.” He’s very direct with his tone. Not apologizing for wanting what he wants. Part of me wants to take him up on his offer, just to prove that I’m immune to any of the bullshit going on between Jack and I.

  “You wanted a four-some?”

  “No. I want sex with you.” He moves closer, his eyes scorching me all over again. “You don’t remember me, do you?” I focus on his face, trying to have some sense of memory come to surface and tell me who he is… but I have nothing.

  “Should I?” I shift back on the bed as he walks around it. I watch him turn on the stereo and notice that he adjusts the volume until it’s loud. The weight of his naked body moving the mattress as he climbs to sit against the headboard.

  “You should, but the fact that you don’t tells me just how wrapped up in Jack you really are.” I turn to face him, sitting with my legs crisscrossed under me.

  “Yeah. It’s a long story.” I don’t continue… not that I’d even know where to start. Our story is complicated to say the least… and not to mention it’s over.

  “I’m sure it is.”

  “So you were going to stay in this penthouse with me all weekend?”

  “Ehhh. For at least a night. I wasn’t too thrilled with the whole sword fighting thing just to get your attention, but I knew I was up for the challenge.” We both look down at his still erect dick standing proud on his hips.

  He reaches for the tie to my robe, not pulling it open immediately. Our eyes lock and the room begins to feel heavy again. He leans into my neck and speaks into my ear. “You and I both know we’re being watched. We can either give him a show… or make a point to exclude him in whatever we decide to do.” Both options sound like good game play. I just have to pick my next move.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “I say we do both. Fuck right here… give you that revenge fuck you’re still waiting for, then we leave. I’ll take you to my place for the weekend and we can decide what to do from there. No pressure for anything that you don’t want to happen.” His words spread over my body, singeing my insides and making me feel at ease with him at the same time. Who would’ve thought I’d choose the one with the tattoos and a piercing over the other two in the room, but from the looks of it he’s the only one that wasn’t really for sale even though I’m sure Jack is paying them all very well.

  “How much is he paying you?”

  “He won’t be paying me a dime.” He responds as he slips the tie of my robe loose.

  “Why is that?”

  “Because I plan to fuck you. That is… if you’re still up for it.” I begin to realize what this contract was all about. Jack never intended for me to have sex in this room.

  “He was paying you not to have sex with me?”

  “Yes… He wanted us to tease you, but never deliver. It’s not in my nature to follow rules. So, I’m sure he’ll be busting in here any minute to put a stop to all of this.”

  “Why are you telling me everything?”

  “Because I think he’s a dick and if he’s not going to take advantage of this body of yours, then I will.” I start to rationalize what he’s saying. I don’t even know this man, yet he acts like he’s been planning this great revenge on Jack. I don’t know whether to be put off by that or turned on.

  “How should I know you?”

  “Give me a few hours and I won’t ever have to answer that question.” He slides the silky robe down my shoulder, brushing his facial hair over my sensitive skin and awaking all of my senses once again.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He lifts my chin until I’m looking into his eyes before kissing my lips. His touch is soft, opposite of what you’d expect from a man that looks like this.

  Just as that thought crosses my mind, he slides his palm over my throat and squeezes. “What’s your limit? How rough can you handle it?” My eyes meet his challenge and it’s in this moment I decide to get revenge on Jack. Having sex with three men isn’t going to prove I’m over him. Making love to one… would kill him.

  “I can take whatever you want to give me later, but make this one look sincere.” I whisper against his ear as I climb to straddle his hips. The robe hiding where we meet, but my reaction saying everything he needs to see. I grind my pussy against his cock, the pressure instantly setting off anything that wasn’t already on fire.

  He reaches for the condom on the nightstand and rolls it on after I shift my hips to allow him room. He slides his h
ands over my chest, filling both palms before leaning up to kiss each one.

  He’s not rushing into sex with me, taking his time to touch every inch of my skin. His rough hands cause friction across my back and down my legs the entire time he licks and kisses everything in his path.

  “I’m dying to fuck you. Your skin is soft… a perfect contrast to mine.” He continues to wind me up, using every single one of my senses to get his way.

  Tangling my fingers in his short hair, I pull just slightly. “You’ll have your way soon enough. Just give me what I need first.” His exhale skims across my chest, causing me to arch my back at the very overdue… very craved sensation.

  He palms my ass and flips us both over, putting him on top. My hands slide down his arms, settling into the mattress as he positions himself between my legs. “What you need is my dick.” I don’t argue. I simply rotate my hips, giving him the permission to take my mind off Jack.

  And does he fucking ever, even if it’s only going to be for a few hours.

  Cowboy doesn’t disappoint with his size, his movements or his endurance. He slow fucks me for hours, giving me orgasm after orgasm to the point that I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of here.

  He holds back his own release, never giving himself the pleasure I expect him to take. This man is a walking contradiction. Hell, even the name I gave him contradicts everything about him. He’s the farthest thing from a cowboy. Maybe more of a biker guy, but none the less, he knows how to please a woman.

  The way he moves over me and stares into my eyes the entire time we’re having sex makes this different than anything I’ve ever had in the past. Even though he’s only doing it because I asked him to take it slow… he’s still consuming me. My body and mind both anticipating each move he makes.

  “I want to finish this at my place. Let me show you just how well I already know your body.” He thrusts forward, hitting me deep and making me agree to whatever he just said. Yes, I’ll do whatever you want… just keep doing what you’re doing.

  He grinds deeper than he has been, rotating his hips slightly faster and taking us both to a new height of ecstasy. I’ve missed feeling intensity like this.

  He kisses me longer than I expect him to, even longer than I really want him to, still acting sensual for show. He must sense me pulling back some, because he quickly rolls onto his back, taking me with him and leaving me straddling his hips once again. He pulls the robe off my shoulders and tosses it on the bed beside us.

  His large hands grip my ass, lifting me just slightly and pulling me towards his chest until I’m on my hands with my hair dangling over his face. He moves me up and down a few times, pulling my ass toward him to the point his dick almost slips out each time, almost making me want to ask for more.

  He pulls a hand back and slaps my ass with a single strike, confusing me at the same time completely intriguing my insides. “Put your dress back on. I’m taking you to dinner.”

  Chapter Four

  We ended up in the shower together. I didn’t miss sharing the water with someone, but we made it work. I can see how sex with this man in any room would be amazing though, because before we finished washing ourselves… he was ready to go again.

  I’m watching him run his hand down his suit, leaving the buttons on the undershirt open this time so more of his ink is in view. This man screams sex and I can officially say mission accomplished. For a few hours, I didn’t even think about Jack, or the fact that he was watching us.

  “Let the fun begin,” he says with a huge smile on his face. I think we both know when we leave this room the wrath of Jack will be unleashed on both of us, even though this was supposed to be a weekend about what I want. I allow him to take my hand and we both walk out the door.

  I thought I was ready to face Jack. I thought I’d be proud of my stay in the Penthouse, but when that door opens… everything sinks. My heart. My confidence. My courage.

  He’s livid. His murderous stare is aimed right in the face of the man on my arm. “Jack stop. You don’t get to treat a man you brought here to fuck me.” He whips his head toward me, his raging attention centered deep into my soul.

  “I did not fucking bring him here to fuck you. He was put in there to keep anyone from fucking you.” He takes a step toward Cowboy and before Jack has a chance to lift his hands to shove him, Cowboy slams Jack against the wall. Both of them spewing hatred and fury as they hit and shove each other.

  It takes a few seconds before I get the nerve to interfere, but I eventually find myself trying to get between these two raging lunatics. “What the hell is wrong with you. Jack, you don’t get to do this to me. You’re married. Why are you doing this? Stop.” I keep yelling at both of them, but they don’t stop. It takes Jack’s security team to stop the fight, miraculously fast once Cowboy begins to gets the upper hand.

  “Consider yourself out of my life.” Jack’s pokes his finger in Cowboy’s face. “I trusted you. And you threw that out the fucking window.”

  “I’ve never considered myself a part of your life. So, go fuck yourself.” I’m holding my hand on my chest, trying to calm down after being in the middle of their physical fight that I can’t even hear their verbal fight.

  “Joe. I want Jaxon banned from every property I own. Get him the fuck out of my sight.” Jack walks away without another glance in my direction.

  “Jack.” I attempt to stop him, but he doesn’t even slow his step as he power marches down the hall. Guilt washes over me, even though I shouldn’t feel anything. He did this to me. He did this to us.

  Cowboy looks to me as he shifts in his suit. “Looks like it’s time for me to leave. Are you coming with me?”

  I nod, knowing I really don’t have a choice. Jack is irate and since my goal was to come in here and make him jealous… I think I succeeded. Even though it’s obvious I came between two friends.

  “Why did you do that?”

  “What?” He brushes his thumb over his bottom lip, obviously checking for blood as it begins to swell.

  “Go against what Jack asked you to do?”

  “Fuck him. I did it to teach him a lesson. He isn’t the King. He doesn’t get dictate what others do.” We start to walk toward the elevator once it closes with Jack and his team.

  “He likes to play games.”

  “Well, it’s time he realized he isn’t the only one who can play.” The elevator finally opens before I can even form a sentence to respond.

  “I agree. I just hate that we keep hurting each other.” My words seem to trigger something in Cowboy. His demeanor changes and before I can say anything else, he walks moving me until my back is against the far wall of the elevator.

  “If you think for one second that man gives a fuck about either of us… you are fucking insane. He isn’t capable of love.”

  “Jack loves me. He just has a fucked up way of showing it.” He starts to laugh loudly, stepping back and giving me space as he hits the button to get us to start moving.

  “Yeah… that’s why he chose all pussy over you. How’s that workin’ for you?” I can’t argue with him. He’s right and even though it cuts me like a knife to hear it, I have to finally accept it. “And he loves me too. That’s why he spent my entire life pretending I don’t exist. Didn’t even try to send for me once.”

  “What are you talking about?” He looks at me confused… like I’m an idiot for not understanding what he’s saying.

  “You still haven’t figured it out… have you?” I shake my head no, not wanting to put the pieces together if I don’t have to. Holy shit, this isn’t good. Please don’t say what I think you’re about to say.

  “My name is Jaxon Royce.” My body falls against the wall as I hear him say what I was hoping he wouldn’t.

  “Why would he send you in there?”

  “Because he thought I’d make sure no one touched you. But I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He likes to use you as his play toy.”

  “Oh. My. God. How old are yo
u?”

  “Now you’re worried about my age?” My brain starts to put together how old he is… but I can’t. Jack is forty- five. I’m thirty-three. He has to be mid-twenties, but I just can’t remember exactly… not that it matters. I only saw him once about seven years ago.

  Jaxon is right… Jack was never part of his life.

  Holy shit. I just fucked Jack’s son. On camera. While Jack watched me enjoy it. This is a very bad situation.

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  Double Take

  S.E. Hall

  ©2017, S.E. Hall

  Chapter One

  Emery

  “There she is. Our girl, home at last!” I hear him long before I see him—everyone on this so-slow-it-might-be-moving-backward escalator taller than me, blocking my view—but I’d recognize Cole Keller’s voice anywhere. I know it as well as I do my own.

  He bulldozes his way through the crowd effortlessly, ready and waiting to lift me right off my feet, short of them descending the final, moving step. His massive arms of steel wrap me up in the familiar comfort that I missed even more than I expected, and he spins us around like nobody’s watching.

  Not that I care if they are… I’d do anything, anyplace, with Cole.

  “Woman, you’ve got no idea how good it is to have you back.” He brings us to a stop, kissing my forehead as he sets me to the floor, gently gripping my shoulders. He gives me a once-over, twice, making sure for himself that I am, in fact, home—safe and sound. “Week was way too long, Em. Felt like forever.”

  Guilt jabs hard at my insides, but I paint a smile on the outside, running a calm, caring hand down his arm. “I missed you too, so much. Both of you…” my voice fades as I look around, coming up empty.

  “Couldn’t find a parking spot,” he laughs knowingly and takes my hand. “He’s out there driving around in circles, probably cussin’ up a blue streak by now. We best get your luggage, and our asses, out there, before he causes a scene.”