As Rachel’s stuttered pleas babbled out, Adam’s features only grew harder. It clearly irritated him to be ignored, not that he really was. The moment Adam tucked the clamp between his lips and started to lower his head, Rachel’s head lashed toward the other direction as her voice spiked with panic.
“No, Adam. Please don’t. I’ll tell…whatever you want.” Rachel strained as far toward Killian’s side and away from Adam as she could get as she began babbling. “It was all Kitty’s idea. She saw a show on prostitution and thought it would make for a good story. She was going to befriend some prostitutes and tell me the stories to write up.”
The clamp popped across her belly as Adam spit it out on his roar. “What?”
The same pure male rage that shot Adam back to his feet also had Killian whipping off the edge of the bed. He couldn’t believe his own damn ears. Rachel had broken and there was no stopping the stupidity rolling off her tongue.
“She’s going to get to know them all, and I’ll write up stories about all the different types of prostitution from the crack whores to the professional call girls, but I didn’t know how to research it, and then I saw the sheriff and I thought if I brought it up as a book—”
“No. No. No.” Killian couldn’t stop the word echoing in his head from being spit out as he stared down at his sweet Rachel. “Are you insane? You are not researching prostitution or letting one of your idiot friends go undercover.”
“I have never in my life heard something so damn dumb!” Just as flabbergasted as Killian, Adam caught his gaze with a look of sheer horror on his face. Killian could feel the same emotion clenching in his gut. They’d screwed everything up.
Killian could see it so clearly now. He’d worried over driving her wild with the wicked delights of pure domination, and all the while her rebellion had been growing right under his nose. Worse, they’d fueled her craziness with all the assistance they’d given her these past few weeks.
Obviously, her head had grown too big for her tiny body. Now she thought she was all grown up and ready to take on the dangers of investigating actual crime. The very idea of what might happen to her had him trembling with pure fear.
“You were trying to shine on the sheriff.” Killian pinned Rachel with a look he hoped conveyed his anger enough to keep her from getting mouthy. He couldn’t take that right then.
His glare must have worked because her lids dipped and her chin dropped as she tried to shrink deeper into the mattress. “I knew you’d be distressed if I told you about the idea, so when I saw Alex sitting with Konor I thought…”
“You thought you’d cut us out of the equation all together,” Adam filled in for her when she remained silent. “That’s even worse than if you had fucked the sheriff.”
Adam’s blunt statement had her eyes shooting up to lock on his with confusion. Whatever she didn’t understand, Killian couldn’t help her when she shifted her gaze in his direction. He could see her worry, though, and it soothed a part of the tension in him. Rachel hadn’t meant to betray him. She just didn’t understand.
That only became clear as she offered up her pathetic excuse. “I didn’t want to fight about it.”
“I don’t care,” Killian answered her pleading look without flinching. “You don’t lie to avoid the fight, Rachel. You argue it through, work it out, and handle the issue. Otherwise, this relationship is doomed and not because we can’t handle one but because you won’t let us.”
He must have been right. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have dropped her head in guilt. Rachel might feel bad and might not be up for round three of the night’s festivities, but she still didn’t fold. “I’m writing my article, any article I want.”
“No, you’re not,” Killian corrected her, speaking slowly and clearly to make sure she heard him.
“And you will remain tied to this bed until you agree,” Adam tacked on, showing a united force to do whatever it took to bring this insanity to an end.
“That’s not working things out,” Rachel shot back with enough grump in her voice for Killian to threaten her with the remote.
He’d clicked off the butterfly when she started talking, not wanting her distracted from her confession. Now he used it as a reminder of the lesson already learned. It worked, sort of. Rachel did settle down, but her gaze remained mutinous, showing the spirit Killian didn’t truly want to rob her of. He wanted her sassy and difficult, not raped or dead.
“You’re going to have to trust us, Rachel. This idea your friend has is a bad one.”
Adam snorted. “Bad? Try dangerous. You’re not doing this story. Period.”
They both paused, waiting for the rebuttal because neither of them expected her to fold easily. Rachel could be stubborn and headstrong, but Killian would be patient, and soon enough she’d see reason. Having an adventure wasn’t worth dying for.
Not when they could fill her life up with all the excitement she’d ever need. Right then and there, Killian started to re-evaluate his stance on taking her to the club. It might be worth the risk if they could divert her time and energy into other interesting investigations.
“You’re right.”
Killian blinked at that simple statement, trying to figure out if he’d missed some part of the conversation. Maybe she was being clever in some way he didn’t get. If so, she’d have to explain it to him. “What was that?”
“You’re right,” Rachel repeated, adding in a small, strangely apologetic smile. “It is too dangerous, and I shouldn’t have involved the sheriff. I should have been honest with you.”
That sounded too much like the Fantasy Rachel in his mind to be the real one. The illusion unnerved him, making him straighten up and cast a look at Adam to see if he’d heard the same thing Killian had. From Adam’s doubting look, Killian went with a yes to that question.
“She’s bullshitting us.” Adam narrowed his gaze on her as he offered up his suggestion. “I say we punish her with the clamps.”
“I’m not bullshitting you,” Rachel snapped, showing none of the fear she’d had when Adam had almost delivered on that threat. “I’m just not willing to spend the whole night tied up to this bed arguing.”
“She’s bullshitting us.” Killian nodded.
“Now, can I get the clamps?”
* * * *
Adam really did want to put the clamps on her. Most of his urgency came from not getting to play these past three weeks, but a good share came from the worry it would be several more before he got this opportunity again.
“I swear, Adam, if you put those clamps on me, I’ll…”
“Yeah?” It took a lot to hold back his laughter and get that one word out. Adam couldn’t even smile, or it would ruin the routine. Not that he’d felt the urge until she’d finally confessed. The whacked-out plan she and her friend had dreamed up wouldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t let it, but Adam didn’t buy her easy acceptance of that fact for a moment.
Still, her harebrained scheme sounded better to his ears than hearing about how nice Alex was or what a good friend he’d become. The idiot didn’t stand a chance with their Rachel because she didn’t respect the sheriff in the slightest. Just the opposite, she’d tried to play him for a fool. Adam couldn’t wait to explain that to Alex.
“Nah.” Killian’s grunt interrupted Adam’s thoughts. He’d wandered while waiting for Rachel’s response, which apparently wouldn’t be coming. That figured about as much as Killian’s suggestion. “I think this is the kind of argument you have to settle into.”
Adam smirked, catching Killian’s drift. The bastard was horny, and he’d grown tired of waiting. It was just sad and pathetic for Killian to act so eager, but it did make Adam’s life easier. This way, he didn’t have to admit to the urgency testing his own control.
The only reason he hadn’t started to crack like Killian was that Adam enjoyed the rush. He loved to push himself to the point where his own civility shredded away and he took what he needed with the kind of savagery that made the
women at the club line up for a turn in his bed. He sure bet Rachel would enjoy it.
“Fine, but next time, we’re sticking with my plan.”
Adam hadn’t finished agreeing before Killian started ripping off his clothes. His shirt went left, his boots went the right, and he all but launched himself out of his jeans, leaving them to puddle on the floor as he tackled Rachel. It should have been tongue in mouth, cock in pussy, but Killian didn’t even waste time pulling the toys free of their woman.
Instead, he started to hump her with hard, grinding motions. As wet and spread as she was, the position had to trap her clit, which explained why she went wild. Even as Killian consumed the moans pouring out of her lips, Adam could still hear the succulent sounds of passion as their bodies slid over one another. It made it that much harder to stand there and remain fully clothed.
Not that either one of them paid him any attention. Killian appeared to be flying completely solo, taking it upon himself to reach up and loosen the ropes at her wrist. Adam knew what he wanted—to be touched, to feel those soft hands gliding over his body with such gentleness that a man actually felt cherished.
“Yes! Oh, yes, just like this, sir. Make me come.”
Rachel’s hands weren’t stroking tenderly over any part of Killian but clenching around his shoulders, her nails biting into skin as she levered herself against his strength to grind her pelvis frantically against his.
“Oh…please, don’t stop,” she cried out.
Not that Adam could see any resistance left in Killian. He really didn’t have any control around Rachel. Now the fool ran the risk of pumping his seed all over her stomach. He should have let him suffer that embarrassment, but Adam had tired of being forgotten.
“Excuse me.”
That loud intrusion got Killian’s attention and, by that virtue, Rachel’s as she cried out in anguish when Killian forced her to come to a still. Adam ignored her carrying on and focused all his displeasure on his partner.
“Is that how you planned on helping?”
Killian had the good grace to look a little sheepish. “Well, not exactly. Actually,” Killian paused to reach down and pluck the dildo out of Rachel’s pussy before continuing, “it started like this.”
With that declaration, Killian surged into her, making Rachel’s back arch as she gulped for air, much like a fish out of water. Obviously, from her mewing moans, she approved of Killian’s plan, but Adam still had his doubts. At least the dumbass hadn’t started fucking her and eroding all of their advantage.
“Is that it?”
“No,” Killian shot back with an obnoxiously annoyed tone. “If you’ll undo those ankle ties and find the remote I seem to have lost, we’ll get this party started.”
Making sure his friend knew he doubted this new strategy, Adam reluctantly did as Killian requested. The second he loosened the ropes holding her legs in place, they flexed up, caging Killian’s hips and trying to force him into some kind of motion. Adam had to give him one for not budging.
Instead, Killian settled more of his weight down on her, forcing her to remain still, if not squished, beneath him. Maybe this could work. Adam considered the likelihood of that as he picked the butterfly’s remote up off the floor. He didn’t hand it over but studied it before shooting Killian a hopeful look.
“Do I get to play with this now?”
“No.” Killian smirked at that question. With a quick roll, he presented Adam with the lush, flushed bounty of Rachel’s ass. “You get to play with this.”
That certainly beat the remote he tossed to Killian. He managed to catch the little device while still holding Rachel as still on top of him as he had when she’d been below him. Closing his fist around it, he offered a helpful suggestion to Adam.
“Why don’t you get the whips out?”
Chapter 22
“What?” Rachel’s head snapped up as she tried to turn it far enough to see Adam. He stayed just out of her range as she began begging him not to do that.
“Don’t work yourself up into another tantrum, wench.” Adam followed that warning with a slap to her rear.
He made sure his palm landed squarely on the butt of the vibrator. It might have taken the impact of the blow, but he knew it also made the toy pump a little deeper into her, a little harder against Killian’s thick dick. From all her squirming and moaning, Adam knew she liked it, too, and so he treated her to a few more.
On the last pass, he latched on to the toy and pulled it free, making her ass lift up in a silent expectation of the vibrator’s return. Adam had something else to give her, but first he wanted to hear her beg.
“What are you waving that ass all around for, girl?” Loudly popping the button on his jeans free, Adam drawled out that question in his deepest Southern accent. He had hoped it would give her more than a little thrill, and so the giggle she tried to smother against Killian’s shoulder pleased Adam. Her answer didn’t because she didn’t give him one.
The only response Rachel offered was a provocative lifting of her rear in a silent invitation. Killian had to match the movement of her hips to keep her from getting any distance to pump herself along his dick. It made him grumble.
“The man asked you a question, wench.” Killian’s own accent had thickened up, growing husky with desire. Perhaps that’s why after all they’d done to her tonight, Rachel found the courage to lift her head and shoot Adam a smug smile.
“I would have thought a man with so much experience wouldn’t need instructions on what to do.”
Adam matched her cocky grin with one of his own as he lowered his zipper. Thicker than he’d ever been, Adam swore his dick had grown an extra inch just for her. Springing out of his jeans like an unleashed dog lunging forward certainly made her eyes widen, but they stayed large and fixated on his cock.
Because she seemed so captivated, Adam took his time stepping the rest of the way out of his jeans before shrugging off his shirt. He made sure she got a full look and emphasized his girth by stroking a fist over his dick, getting it slick and ready with the lotion.
When she licked her lips, Adam had to give himself a few extra pumps until the head swelled, bright red and angry looking. Rachel certainly wasn’t laughing anymore.
“Trust me, honey,” Adam assured her as he stepped up to the edge of the bed. Bringing one knee down on the mattress, he growled over the way she bit her lip and looked up at him with such want. “I know what to do with a woman like you.”
Adam didn’t spare any more time for teasing as he settled himself into position. As much as it might have hurt to strain her neck, Rachel kept her gaze locked on his. It was the sexiest damn thing to know she was watching him, even as he forged into her tightly clenched back channel.
The ring of muscles at her entrance squeezed down hard on the tender head of his cock, threatening to pop it before releasing him into the sultry heat of tight ass. Adam panted through the exertion, matching Rachel’s ragged breaths as they shared this moment. A part of him wanted to levitate there, barely surrounded by the heaven of her body and caught in the revelation of intimacy shining in her eyes.
He’d fucked her ass many times before but never like this, never getting to watch the pleasure as his slow progression melted her gaze to a molten pools of desire until she collapsed beneath him. Flattening out over Killian’s chest, Rachel’s lids dipped as her pants turned into tiny shrill coos that babbled with bits of encouragement.
Adam had to agree. It never had felt this good. Settling his full length into her, he couldn’t resist giving her a little pump and watching as she tensed before breaking into shudders. The small motion made her muscles pulse, tightening over him for a second, long enough to tempt him into another hip roll.
“Damn, Adam, that does feel good.”
Killian’s grunted interruption into Adam’s sensual odyssey came as an unwelcome intrusion. Part of him wished they could forget the game so he could go chasing after the little bubbles of rapture boiling out of his
balls.
Not yet.
They had other matters to attend to first. At least he could look forward to winding up those sensations so tight that when they did burst, the explosion would be beyond magnificent. Then Rachel would know exactly what it was like to be ravaged and would look on them with newfound respect.
“Yeah?” Adam responded when he managed to find a suitable tone. “How does this feel?”
* * * *
It felt absolutely wonderful, but Rachel didn’t get a chance to drool out that answer over Killian’s shoulders, not with Adam jerking her all the way up to her knees. The motion forced her ass down hard into his lap, impaling Adam’s cock another half inch into her while her cunt clung to Killian’s, trying to take his dick with her.
All the tugging in the world couldn’t stop him from slipping back an inch, and she groaned, attempting to seesaw between them and enjoy the best ride any woman could take. Adam held firm, keeping her hips tucked into his and freeing Killian’s hands to do some damage. He had her whole body on display, and the idea of what he could do with those nimble fingers made her throb with anticipation.
There was no way he’d let Adam win this sudden competition. That could only be to her delight. Knowing it was coming didn’t make her any better prepared to take the sudden vibrations tickling over her clit. That damn butterfly had become her single greatest torment. For as good as it felt, it left her only in a greater state of need, almost desperate to be licked.
This time was worse. As the butterfly feathered sparkly waves of pleasure over her tender bud, the sensations echoed out until her muscles contracted and pulsed in beat with the little toy. With their deliciously thick erections filling her out, Rachel couldn’t stop the urge to shift and sway, to fuck herself along the heated lengths of cock holding too still inside her.
Even when she arched her back and put all her muscles into pulling free of Adam, she couldn’t break his hold enough to fulfill her desires. The strain of trying only left her weaker, collapsing into his hold as she gave over to the shudders coursing through her. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, and she tried to whimper out a plea.
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