Let's Get It On (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Doris O'Connor

  “Like I said I still own half of this joint and he can’t sack you just like that.”

  “Maybe not, but he can certainly make it very difficult for me to work here, and I’ve got more pride than to stay where I’m not wanted. I’m not that girl anymore. I’ll get by, you’ll see.”

  Cyrus had to admire her spunk, misplaced though it was, and he leant in until she had to crane her neck back to look up at him.

  “Yet you submitted beautifully to both of us…”

  He smiled at her and then stepped back to give her some breathing space.

  “I …” Lily cleared her throat and he hid his grin. Yes, definitely rattled.

  “I didn’t say I wasn’t submissive. I’m just not blindly going to jump through hoops like I did for him, that’s all.” She nudged her chin up and he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. How long they stood engaged in a silent battle of wills he couldn’t say, but eventually she dropped her gaze and swore under her breath.

  “Better, sweet thing, much better,” Cyrus said and his grin deepened at her muttered, “Fuck you.”

  “I would love to, but maybe we should take this someplace else. Sloan does like to watch, but this might push him over the edge.”

  “You… you, what makes you think I would let you… errr…”

  Heat flooded her cheeks when he winked at her and continued, “Fuck you? Let’s not pretend, shall we, or sugar coat this with pretty words. You’ve got the hots for my brother, and he’s got it pretty bad for you. It will take him a while to come to his senses, but he’ll do so a damn sight faster if he thinks you’re involved with me. So, how about it, girl? I’m not offering a happy ever after here, but hot sex of the kinky side I can certainly deliver.”

  Lily opened and shut her mouth, but no sound came out other than a squeak, and Cyrus laughed.

  “I’m going to have a word with my brother, and then I’ll be out of here. My car is the silver Mercedes out front. If you want to take me up on my offer, meet me there in ten. If not…” He shrugged his shoulders and leant in to brush his lips over hers. “If not, then you never know how good we could have been, will you?”

  He turned on his heel and left her standing at the counter.

  Cyrus found his stubborn ass of a brother in the supply room, shifting boxes from one side of the room to the other and he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and shook his head.

  “There are far easier ways to work off that boner you’re sporting than to rearrange boxes that don’t need sorting, bro.”

  Sloan straightened and glared at him.

  “Leave me the fuck alone, Cy, and stay away from Lily. She doesn’t need to play your games, she’s… fuck.”

  Sloan kicked the box in front of him, making the contents all clang together and Cyrus smirked.

  “She’s what? Fill me in here, and while you’re doing that, explain to me how you can let her go. Were you not telling me earlier what a hard worker she is, and how you could always rely on her? And now, because of this small misunderstanding—”

  “Misunderstanding?” Sloan squared up to him, and Cyrus’s grin deepened. Oh yes, his brother cared about this girl, far more than he’d let on. It really wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. “Everything she ever told me is a fucking lie. I don’t do liars. You of all people should know that. Not after Annabel.”

  Cyrus’s amusement fled, and he straightened up until he was eye level with his agitated brother and grabbed him by the shoulders.

  “Annabel was a bitch. Don’t compare your Lily to her.”

  “She’s not my Lily, damn it.”

  Sloan pushed him away and paced the small available floor space with barely disguised fury.

  “No, maybe not, but that’s entirely your fault. I don’t know her that well, but any fool can see that that girl has it bad for you.”

  Sloan stopped pacing and glared at him some more.

  “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

  Cyrus laughed and inclined his head.

  “Naturally, and as you don’t want her, or rather are too stubborn for your own good, I guess I will have to force myself to help the girl out. Such a hardship.”

  Cyrus ducked to avoid the punch aimed at his chin, and Sloan hit the wall instead. Plaster crumbled to the floor, and Sloan swore and flexed his fingers when he saw the knuckle imprint left behind.

  “Like I said, there are far better ways to work off that aggression in my opinion, little bro.”

  Sloan ignored him and stared at the floor and Cyrus’s gut churned with a twinge of guilt.

  “Look, she’s waiting for me out by my car.” That brought his brother’s head up, and he was half expecting another punch to come flying his way, but Sloan just shook his head and ran his bruised hand through his hair.

  “So much for having it bad for me, if she’s fucking ready to jump in your bed at a moment’s notice.” Sloan spat the words at him, and Cyrus barely resisted the urge to deliver a punch of his own. “You’re welcome to her. God knows if the story she spun us then is the right one.”

  “Now, you’re being an ass, Sloan. You know as well as I do that what she told us was the truth. That girl is a born subbie, and I for one know when one lies to me. Instead of being angry at her, you ought to direct your fury at the ass which treated her like that. No doubt he’s still out there preying on vulnerable girls.”

  Sloan swore and nodded grimly.

  “He shouldn’t be that hard to track down, unless he stays completely out of the local scene,” Sloan said, his eyes narrowing as he mulled this over.

  “Exactly, and I bet on Lily’s fine ass that he doesn’t stay out the scene. Fuck, he might even be in my damn club under the radar. If you do nothing else, at least help me squirrel him out. He’s giving all of us a bad name.”

  A grim smile kicked up the corners of Sloan’s mouth. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at Cyrus.

  “Careful, you almost sound as though you care about something, Cy. You might want to pick a better subject than Lily, if that’s even her real name.”

  Cyrus took a deep breath and shook his head.

  “Seriously, bro, listen to yourself. What did you expect the girl to do? She could hardly put slave in her CV now, could she? Get off your high fuckin’ horse and see it from her side. And for the record, she might not be waiting for me at my car, but I sure as fuck hope she does, and yes, I’ll fuck her for you, if she lets me.”

  Sloan swore and raised his fists, and Cyrus turned his back on him.

  “I suggest you put some ice on that hand. I have a subbie to torture.”

  The slam of the door behind him shook the hallway, and he grinned. He should put bets on it really, how long it would take Sloan to crumble, and he would. Just as soon as he calmed down and looked at this rationally.

  Despite what he’d said to his brother Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief when he rounded the building and saw Lily standing by his car. He wasn’t at all sure she would be. The girl frowned at something on his windscreen and then tugged what had to be a parking ticket from under his wiper blades. Lily jumped when he stepped up behind her and took it out of her hands.

  “I shall add that to my collection, then. Damn pricks.”

  Lily hastily took a step back, until her back rested against the driver’s door.

  “Well, if you will park on double yellow lines, that’s what you get,” she said and Cyrus laughed. “Why didn’t you park in the car park?”

  Cyrus clicked off his car alarm and she jumped again. Delightful.

  “I was longer than I anticipated being. I was sidetracked, you could say.” Cyrus smirked when she blushed, and instinctively dropped her gaze to his chest.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll pay for the ticket.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, girl. None of this is your fault.” He nudged her chin up to make her look at him and the utter despair he read in her brown eyes, before she masked her emotions, made his chest tight. W
hat was it about her that made him want to wrap her up in his arms and protect her? He should probably stay well away from her, but his conscience wouldn’t let him.

  “It feels that way.” Her voice was so small he almost didn’t hear it over the drone of a heavy lorry going past them, and he moved his hand to wrap it into her hair. He didn’t miss her involuntary shudder when he pulled hard enough to yank her head back, and then kissed her nose.

  “Enough of this. I’m taking you home and I will not hear any more of this, or that spanking you got in the diner will be foreplay in comparison to what your luscious ass will look like once I’m done with it.”

  She gasped, and he hid his grin at her reaction. Keeping a firm hold on her hair he marched her around the car and having opened the passenger door, installed her in the seat. Her eyes widened when he took the seat belt off her and strapped her in.

  “That’s for me to do, or do I have to reiterate the terms of our agreement? By showing up by my car you agreed to be mine, did you not?”

  Fire flashed in her eyes, as though she was all ready to object but when he cocked an eyebrow at her, she seemed to think better of that and murmured her address instead.

  “Better, subbie, much better. You follow the simple rules and we’ll get along just fine.”

  * * * *

  Lily thought it wisest to just keep her mouth shut. There was something about Cyrus that put her on edge. He oozed dominance out of every pore of his body, and her submissive side just couldn’t help but be drawn to that. Sloan had it too, but where he tempered it, Cyrus made no excuses for it.

  With a prowl reminiscent of a big predator, he rounded the car, shrugged out of his suit jacket, and flung it on the back seat before he slid in next to her. The powerful car purred into action, and he tapped her post code into his sat nav. His eyebrows drew together when it seemed to dawn on him where she lived.

  “That’s not the best part of town.”

  Lily shrugged her shoulders, and Cyrus punched the steering wheel. The action made her jump, and she stole a glance at his closed-off features. He really was too handsome with his chiseled jaw, liberally covered in designer stubble, the prominent nose, and hair that was just long enough for her to run her hands through. Molten lava settled in her lower belly at the thought of his head between her legs, and she hastily clasped her hands together, lest she felt inclined to follow through on her instinct to touch him.

  He wouldn’t appreciate that without having given his permission.

  Cyrus swore softly, yanked his tie off his head, and threw that too on the back seat. When he undid his cuff links and rolled his sleeves up his arms, having unbuttoned his shirt, she couldn’t help but stare openly. Strong tanned forearms were a startling contrast to the whiteness of his shirt, and she let her gaze trail higher, over the biceps straining the expensive cloth, the broad shoulders, leading to a corded neck and the glimpses of light chest hair she could see through the opening of his shirt.

  “Like what you see, little subbie?” Cyrus asked, and Lily wrenched her gaze away, but not before it had dropped to his groin where his cock hardened under her perusal. Answering heat traveled through her veins, and made her already drenched thong even wetter. This was insane. What was wrong with her? Lusting after Sloan was one thing, but his brother?

  She chose not to answer Cyrus’s question, not at all sure she could get her voice to work anyway, and he chuckled and started to drive.

  Silence fell between them as they drove, not uncomfortable exactly, but laced with sexual tension that made breathing difficult. Eventually Cyrus flicked on his radio and classical music filled the car. Haunting and beautiful, it soothed some of the churning in her gut, and she allowed herself to relax into the plush leather seating.

  “Finally, I was beginning to wonder whether you ever relax.” Cyrus’s amused words made her sit up straighter again, and he put his large hand on her thigh, and squeezed.

  “Lily, relax. I can hardly jump you when I’m driving, as tempting as that thought is.” He let his hand linger for a while, inching it slowly higher up her leg and she opened up for him instinctively. Cyrus murmured his approval, and his fingertips grazed her covered slit briefly, before he withdrew his hand to change gear, and Lily bit her lip to stop herself from voicing her disappointment. Like a puppet on a string, her body reacted to this man, and yet more moisture drenched her sodden underwear further.

  “If you felt the need to take those panties off, don’t let me stop you. They can’t be comfortable anymore.” Cyrus’s voice sounded strained, and sure enough he reached down to adjust himself through his trousers. The fact that he seemed as affected as her, made Lily bolder and she threw him a coy glance from under her eyelashes, and taking a deep breath she shimmied out of her thong. He noticed, of course, and his lips kicked up into a wry smile, and he held his hand out in an unspoken demand.

  Her pussy clenched when he lifted her arousal-stained thong to his nose and inhaled, before he stuffed it in his trouser pocket.

  “Hmm, I look forward to tasting you properly—soon.” The look he threw her before the road garnered his attention made her insides tighten in need.

  “As you’ve been such a good girl, I think a little reward is in order. Touch yourself for me, girl. I want to see you fly, and make sure I can hear you.”

  Lily swallowed hard and looked around. At least the windows were darkened so no one would be able to see her. It didn’t even occur to her to say no. Besides, she was so revved up after the evening’s activities so far, it wouldn’t take much for her to let go. The knowledge that Cyrus watched her, and wanted her to do this added another layer of sensation to her arousal.

  Parting her legs further Lily slid her fingertips through her wet slit, and a hiss escaped her as her muscles tightened and more moisture slipped past her labial lips and helped the slide of her fingers. Her clit tingled and swelled, and she pulled in her tummy and threw her head back, dimly aware of Cyrus’s white-knuckled grip on his steering wheel. Her breathing kicked up a notch and her heart hammered in her throat as she used the tips of her fingers to circle her needy bud.

  “Talk to me. Tell me what you’re doing. What you feel like. How wet you are?”

  Lily screwed her eyes shut and let her mind wander. The strain in his voice, mixed in with that edge of command meant she would have done just about anything for him at that moment.

  “I’m soaked and I’m spreading that wetness around my pussy, as I finger my clit. Oh, that feels so good. I’m clenching… seeking… God, I’m so close already.”

  Lily’s hips took on a mind of their own as she ground herself against her hand and alternated between slipping her fingers inside her wet pussy and fingering her clit. So close, so close, just a little more.

  “Beautiful, girl, but I want to hear you, when you come. You’re too quiet.” Cyrus’s reminder made her burn hotter, and she rubbed faster, all inhibitions forgotten as her skin tingled and waves of arousal shot through her.

  “God, I can’t … Talk. I’m going to… yes, yes, oh…”

  The rest of whatever she was going to voice fled her befuddled brain as her orgasm raced through her and she panted through it, every muscle in her body taut, before she flew headlong into bliss. Body still shaking in little aftershocks, she finally noticed that they weren’t driving anymore. The car idled quietly while they sat in a side street, she didn’t recognize, and Cyrus watched her with such a look of hunger on his face, her pussy clenched anew despite her just abating orgasm.

  “Give me your hand.” The husky words made her groan and she lifted her wet fingers up to him. A shudder went through her when he grasped her wrist and sucked her index fingers deep into his mouth with a wicked grin. Each one of her digits received the same treatment, and Lily forgot to breathe under the heated intensity of his gaze.

  “Breathe, girl.” Cyrus released her wrist with a smirk, and put the car back into gear, leaving her sprawled along the passenger seat like some limbless offeri
ng to the gods of sex.

  Chapter Four

  Fuck, she was hot. Cyrus glanced across at her again and forced himself to keep on driving. Not an easy task with a boner the size of the freaking Eiffel tower, but it was drive or jump her right now. The latter was not an option, not in this part of town. He’d already taken a risk stopping the car, but he had to watch her come apart.

  Mouth wide open, features flushed, her body bowing off the seat as she pleasured herself, she’d been completely caught up in sensation, and he’d grown as hard as fucking nails. It had taken every ounce of his will power to not free his aching cock and fist himself, or better still, pull her across so that he could sink balls deep into her pink little pussy. As it was he’d caught tantalizing glimpses of her bare cunt, glistening with her arousal. So wet and puffy and tempting. Cyrus willed his erection to go down, and concentrated on his driving. He’d never liked this part of town, and he liked the thought of his Lily living here even less.

  His Lily?

  That thought made him scowl. She wasn’t his. If she was anyone’s, she was Sloan’s. That didn’t sit right with him either, and he ran a hand through his hair and ground his teeth together. Looking across at her he had to grin. Sprawled along the seat, Lily looked utterly spent. A vision of her tied up and at his mercy lying across his bed, her ass nice and pink from his hand, made him groan, and her passion clouded gaze connected with his.

  “You might want to sit up and tidy yourself up a bit. As much as I appreciate the view of your pretty cunt, I dare say you will not want to flash it at your neighbors. Besides, I would have to pummel any other guy who looked at you into a pulp, and that’s just too much energy.”

  Lily blinked and hastily pulled her dress down as far as it would go, which wasn’t very far at all. Damn, if she was his, he would keep her in nothing but short skirts, with no panties. There he went again with the possessive thoughts. What he needed to do was fuck her silly and then he would be able to let go of these disturbing thoughts in his head. Yes, that was the only reason why every protective instinct he never knew he had woke up kicking and screaming right now. He would have his bit of fun with her, and once Sloan stopped being an ass he would hand her over and that would be his responsibilities taken care of.