Another Second Chance

by Avery Gale

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  COLBIE WASN’T SURE her legs were going to hold her up when Liam finally set her on her feet. She wobbled, but didn’t collapse into a tangle of arms and legs on the floor, so she was calling it a win. The relief she felt when she realized they weren’t angry with her had been staggering. She’d been fully prepared for them to lock her in the bedroom they’d given her and walk away.

  Liam’s green eyes watched her like a cat studying the mouse he’d finally cornered. “Whatever your thinking, push it out of your mind, right now. Nothing exists outside of this moment.” His expression morphed into something slightly sinister, his smile reminding her of Snidely Whiplash. “And those freebie orgasms you earned downstairs? Gone. That’s your punishment for not telling us what happened in the locker room.”

  She knew she should be grateful that was her only punishment, but she hadn’t had an orgasm in so long which wasn’t battery operated, she was worried she’d go off like a rocket the first time they touched her. Nodding her understanding earned her a scowl.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away.” Before she could add to her apology, Liam pressed his finger to her lips and shook his head.

  “Let it go. Tonight is about pleasure—yours and ours, but that will change if you come without permission.” This was the Dom side of Liam she’d only gotten glimpses of before. The charm was still there, but it’s veneer was more transparent, giving her a closer look at the sexual dominant lurking just below the surface. “I see you drifting away, Spitfire. Let’s see if I can’t regain your undivided attention.” The sound of rending fabric filled the room, and the dress they’d given her to wear slithered to the floor, pooling around her feet.

  “Holy cat nip. I… well, I would have taken it off if you’d asked.”

  *

  “YOU’RE GOING TO FIND we won’t ask often, Storeen. In scenes, we’ll command and you’ll obey.” Liam bit back his snort at Bode’s declaration. They’d already told her they were bossy bastards, but they would limit it to sex unless it involved her safety—then all bets were off.

  “Yes, Sir.” Smart girl.

  “Are you on birth control, Colbie?” They’d read her club file, and knew she’d taken birth control pills since her teens, but a lot could change in a year.

  “Yes, Sir, and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in over… well, in a really long time.” Liam saw Bode’s brow raise in question.

  “When was the last time you had sex, Colbie?” Liam kept his tone even despite his burning need to take apart any man who’d fucked her.

  She didn’t drop her gaze, but her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. Liam watched her take a steadying breath before answering.

  “My junior year of college.”

  This time it was their turn to stare blankly at her. Liam was positively speechless. She’d started college two days after her fifteenth birthday. Which meant she hadn’t had sex since she was seventeen. When neither of them responded, she blushed further.

  “Actually, there wasn’t much time between my first and last time. My body didn’t like the latex condom and after the second try, I decided it wasn’t worth it. I might have been gifted academically, but I didn’t know you could get them without latex. Probably a good thing I didn’t find that out until later.”

  Bode shook his head and gave her a wry grin. “We’re both clean. We’ve got copies of the test results.” Liam knew neither of them had fucked a woman without a condom since their early teens and just thinking about taking her bare made him desperate to shove himself so deep, he’d be able to feel her heart beating.

  “I’d rather not use condoms. Thank you for offering to show me the test results, but I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you.”

  “Up you go.” Before she could say anymore, Bode lifted her onto the bed, directing her to scoot to the center and lay back against the pillows. Looking down on her, Liam wondered how they’d ever be able to go slow enough to make this a night she’d always remember.

  Bode pulled his shirt over his head before moving to the head of the bed and sealing his lips over hers. Liam watched her body tense briefly before melting like butter under the heat of Bode’s kiss. Stripping off his clothes before positioning himself between her legs, Liam inhaled the musky scent of her sex and twirled his fingers through the drenched folds.

  “Your pussy is so wet, Spitfire. I’m going to coat my tongue with your sweet cream and then drive you right out of your mind before I push you over the edge.” Her clit was already peeking out from under its hood, the pearly nub begging for his attention. Using his fingers to fully expose the sensitive bundle of nerves, Liam flicked his tongue over it and smiled at her keening cry. Using the pad of his middle finger, Liam pressed against her G-spot and groaned at the rush of cream coating his hand.

  “You aren’t going to believe how responsive she is. Every touch we give her makes the muscles lining her vagina clench so tight, I can barely move my finger.”

  “Oh, God. Please. I need more.” The desperation in her voice was music to his ears, he was happy to step up his game. Pushing her thighs further apart with his shoulders, Liam told her to place her feet flat on the bed. This position lifted her ass enough he could slip a hand under her. It only took a few seconds for her natural lubrication to coat his finger enough he was able to begin massaging circles around the puckered muscle surrounding her rear hole.

  “We’ll fuck you here, Spitfire. One of us will be balls deep in your pussy while the other breaches your ass. You’ll come so hard, you won’t remember your own name.”

  Colbie’s body shuddered, and he took advantage of her moment of distraction to breach her sphincter with the tip of his finger. She screamed, “Yes” at the same time Bode gave her permission to come. Liam fucked her with his curled tongue and nearly came himself when she shattered. Her cries were muffled, telling him Bode had claimed her mouth in a kiss which sent a shudder through her entire body. Before she’d stopped writhing, he moved over her and pushed in to the hilt. He could feel the heat of her muscles stretching to accommodate him, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was as close to losing control of his own release as he’d been in decades.

  “Now. Don’t. Hold. Back.” Colbie’s staccato words were followed by a quick cant of her hips which pushed him almost all the way in.

  “Hold still, Colbie. For fuck’s sake I’m holding on by a thread. Your body isn’t ready, I don’t want to hurt you.” It had been so long since Liam had been skin to skin during sex, his body was screaming to be let off the straining tether holding him back. His brain was drowning in desire; he didn’t have a prayer of holding off for as long as he should.

  “I can’t. I need you to fuck me, or I’m going to die. Please, I’m begging you.”

  His control snapped like a brittle twig, and he set a quick pace that was never going to be mistaken for restraint.

  “We’ll do slow and easy next time. Maybe.” Feeling the tip of his cock pushing against her heated cervix was taking him apart, one thrust at a time. In the distance, he heard Bode say something to her, but Liam couldn’t make out the words over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. When the muscles lining her channel clamped down on him, fire shot up his spine as lightning flashed behind his eyelids, and the world exploded around him.

  A few seconds later, Liam felt himself floating back to earth and realized his arms were trembling so violently, they were barely holding him up. Colbie’s moan when he slipped from her as he rolled them to the side made his smile.

  “Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, Spitfire, you melted my brain.

  “I’ll come up with something really clever and respond to that as soon as I find all the missing pieces of mine.” Liam would have laughed at her response if he had the energy.

  Chapter Seventeen

  BODE HADN’T THOUGHT his dick could get any harder, but he’d been wrong. Watching Liam fuck Colbie had been the sweetest torture in the world. He’d peeled his pants off to
keep from bursting out of them while she and Liam had been screaming out their releases. When his friend rolled her to the side, and she wiggled her perfect ass against his bare flesh, his cock zeroed in on the heat and before he knew what was happening, the tip was pressed against her opening. Gripping her waist to still her sexy little grinding movement, he groaned at the exquisite pleasure.

  “Be still, baby. You’re playing with fire, and my control is for shit after watching you two. Hell, I’ve seen some hot scenes, but damn. That’s going to be burned in my memory until I take my last breath.” The little imp arched her back pressing the tip of his cock into her heat.

  “Yes. Bode. Sir. Please. I want you.”

  Bode felt his eyes roll back so far, he swore he could see the guy running his brain reach for the fire extinguisher. She was frying all his synapsis. Now he understood the stuck on stupid look on Liam’s face.

  “I’ll go deeper at this angle, baby, are you sure you’re ready?” He took his cock in his hand and moved it back and forth through her drenched folds, making sure he was well lubricated with her cream before pushing deep with one thrust of his hips. Liam lifted her leg, giving Bode better access and with the second thrust, he was balls deep with his tip nestled against her cervix. Damn, she’s so fucking tiny. I’ve got to be careful.

  “Yes. Ready. Go. Please. Now!” Colbie lost most of her leverage when Liam held her top leg and draped his own muscular calf over her bottom thigh. Just that small hint of bondage sent a shudder through her, and she went liquid around him.

  “I think our woman is going to like being bound. We’re going to have fun exploring that with her.” The sound Colbie made was something between a whine and a moan, prompting Liam to give Bode a heated look. Oh yeah, he understood his unspoken words perfectly. Yes, Colbie was hot, and she thought she was ready for anything they could throw at her. But according to her file, she was an anal virgin. He was too far gone to give her the time she needed to prepare.

  “It feels so good. So different. It’s the position, isn’t it?” He loved that she was able to differentiate between the ways her body responded, but she was thinking too damned much.

  “You’re right, little Spitfire, but Master Bode doesn’t want you focused on the why of things. I assure you, he wants you to turn off that spectacularly brilliant mind and just feel.”

  “Let go, baby. Give yourself over to me. To us. The heart of submission is surrendering. Letting us take you where you need to be.” She responded beautifully, softening in his arms, the rigidity of her muscles eased. “That’s my girl. Take what I give you. If you’ll open yourself to us, you’ll discover we’ll give you everything.” With those words, he began a random pattern of thrusts. Some were pounding possession, others soft whispering slides filled with promise.

  He loved hearing the mews and gasps when she’d anticipated a stroke and was surprised to receive one entirely different. Keeping her on edge long enough for her body to recover and ready itself for another earth-moving orgasm.

  “Remember, submission can take many forms. The beauty of it is in the sincerity, not the severity. Seeing your eyes glaze over as your body releases its control into our hands is the most beautiful thing in the world, love. Watching you unravel for the first time with your other Master is a gift I’ll always treasure. Come for him, Spitfire.”

  Colbie’s vaginal walls tightened like a vice around Bode’s cock, the rippling a prelude heralding her release. Bode hadn’t been prepared for the intensity of the contractions; her orgasm triggered his. Christ in heaven, he couldn’t even remember the last time he hadn’t given a woman at least two orgasms before claiming his own. Grateful he was already laying down, Bode kissed the side of Colbie’s neck where her pulse thundered just beneath the surface. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one affected by the explosive sex they’d just shared.

  “We’re going to try that again in a few hours and see if we can’t get it right. But first, I think we could all use some sleep.”

  “If it gets anymore right, I won’t survive it.” Her whispered words made Bode and Liam chuckle. Stumbling from the bed, Bode returned from the en suite with a warm washcloth. Gently washing the evidence of their joining from her made her grumble in her sleep. Patting the tender tissues dry, Bode looked at Liam and shook his head.

  “Taking her bare completely blew my mind. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use a condom again.” He hadn’t fucked without protection since he too young to have been having sex and too naïve to understand the risks he was taking. Bode had always thanked God for protecting him when he’d been too dumb to protect himself.

  “She’s the one.” Liam’s eyes told him the point was no longer negotiable. Hell, Bode wasn’t a fool, he knew there was no turning back now. The remnants of his good intentions and the tattered fragments of his arrogant plan to exercise caution had been blown to bits the minute she’d taken him into her exhausted body. She’d wanted him, but he knew she’d been exhausted. That hadn’t stopped her from insisting, even though the most conceited bastard on the planet would have seen through her. Colbie hadn’t wanted him to feel left out and pushed herself into a coma to see to it he’d gotten what he needed.

  Flipping off the light and sliding beneath the covers, Bode moved to Colbie’s side. A feeling of contentment he’d never experienced rolled over him when she turned to burrow closer. She hadn’t been sleeping well; he was thrilled to know she was resting peacefully in his arms. Through the fog of sleep, Bode heard Liam’s phone beep and then felt the bed shift. He wondered briefly where he’d left his own phone, but he wasn’t going to disturb the sleeping angel in his arms, so the damned thing could stay wherever it was.

  *

  LIAM WAS TEMPTED to tuck his phone under the mattress or throw it out the nearest window. Would the damn thing ever stop vibrating on the bedside table? After a few seconds of blissful silence, the alarm beeped. There were only a handful of people who could activate the alarm and one of them was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the naked goddess beside him. Rolling gently away from Colbie’s warmth, he tucked the blanket close to her, hoping she wouldn’t notice he was gone. Grabbing his phone and a pair of pants, he stepped into the hall before answering.

  “I’m sorry to disturb you, but you’re going to want to hear this.” Kyle West’s voice was all business and Liam’s FUBAR detector was pegging out. Something was fucked up beyond all recognition—the question was what? Walking in to the room where he’d slept for the past year, Liam smiled as he pulled clothes from the closet. He and Bode would be moving in to the master suite as soon as possible. No more lying alone in that damned bed, wondering what Colbie was doing and whether or not she was safe.

  Walking into the club’s conference room office ten minutes later, Liam was surprised to see several members of the team, steaming cups of coffee in hand, staring at a large wall monitor.

  “Don’t you people ever sleep? Vampires, the whole lot of you.” Micah Drake was standing close enough to hear his muttering and snorted a laugh.

  “I assure you I’m not a vampire. I need my beauty sleep, but the boss doesn’t. We mortals suck down coffee by the gallon to keep up with him.”

  Kyle looked up and motioned him over. “A joint force unit raided a compound housing one of the world’s biggest slave traders. The operation took place this morning, and they’re just starting to go through the mountain of paper they found.”

  Micah walked up beside him and rolled his eyes. “This guy was either a technophobe or the world’s biggest idiot. From the chatter I’m hearing, there are details on every kid they’ve ever taken off the street, including buyers and prices.”

  Kyle nodded. “The good thing is, they know where to start looking for these kids. But when word leaks out about this, every one of their lives will be in danger. The clock is ticking, which means numerous intelligence organizations are scrambling to get teams dispatched to rescue as many of the victims as they can.”

 
Liam understood what Kyle was trying to avoid saying aloud. There was just too much money to be made selling the intel. And even the most prestigious groups had members who could be compromised if the price was right. No one liked to acknowledge it, but that didn’t change the reality.

  “This is good news for Colbie, but I have a feeling there’s something I haven’t heard yet.” This wasn’t anything they couldn’t have told him in the morning, so Liam felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  “You’re right, there’s more.” Kyle sighed and ran his hand through his hair—a move Liam had come to know meant the former Navy SEAL was frustrated and nearing the end of his patience. “One of the first reports to come out on the paperwork involves a planned hit—on Colbie. Once they tracked her down, the man in charge planned to make good on his vow to make an example of her. You remember what he did to the two guys she overheard—hell, I don’t think I’ll ever get those pictures out of my head.”

  Liam still saw their charred bodies hanging in a tree, mouths open in silent screams. Thinking about those barbarians getting their hands on Colbie made Liam see red. This is why the sniper hadn’t taken a kill shot, he’d wanted to bring her in for the boss to… Shit, Liam didn’t even want to think about what they had planned for her.

  “Fuck. What a mess. It’s a Catch-22 from hell.” It was still a hit, even if it was a kidnapping. The only way to dissuade the pricks trying to take her was to let them know they weren’t going to be paid, but putting the word on the street endangered countless other people who were being held as sex slaves and subjected to unspeakable horrors.

  “Exactly. We’ve got to double down on her protection.” Kyle paused and Liam watched as he appeared to wage some sort of internal struggle. “Listen, I don’t want to sound like an ass.” Howling laughter from the door had everyone in the room turning to see Kent West moving to his brother’s side.