“Maybe I should’ve done the same thing,” Draegan said thoughtfully.
Seated across from Draegan, Derek leaned forward. “Any chance you’ll drop this before it goes anywhere?”
“Why hell no,” Ryan answered for Draegan. “He’s as cocky as his brother and no one stands in his way when he wants something or someone.”
“What he said.” Markie dabbed his lips on a paper napkin. “But it might be a fine time to mention somethin’. You guys start talkin’ about runnin’ trains on that gal and she’ll be the one to run. She will run and she will not look back.”
“How do you know?” Draegan asked, twisting off the water bottle cap.
“She’s been with one man her entire life.”
Draegan snorted at that. “Did you miss the part where she fucked Ryan, Derek, Bradley, and Allister all in one weekend?”
“Temporary lapse in judgment,” Markie said. “The Ellie I knew sat in the back of homeroom doodling flower pictures and scribbling Ellie plus Denny equals true love forever. She did the same thing a year later in college. Ellie may have had a fling with you boys?” Markie stood and tossed his napkin on the table. “But I don’t see an everlasting multiple partnership in any of your futures. Just my two cents, fellas.” Markie then reached in his front pocket and threw a couple of pennies on the table. “My advice is like old money. Those who receive it keep it around for generations, saving it for a rainy day. Ignore my words and it will cost you when your rainy day appears in the form of a thunderstorm and Hurricane Allister can throw a damning fit when things don’t go his way.”
Chapter Six
The others would kick his ass and he’d let them. He wouldn’t blame them one iota.
Derek and Ryan might forgive him, but Bradley? Hell. Bradley would view any one-on-one time with Ellie as unforgivable.
Too damned bad.
Ellie was right. Denny had won in the past because Allister hadn’t taken a stand.
He’d always walked away and let her do her own thing. When they were younger, he was cocky enough to believe he had something she wanted. Back then he’d believed she’d eventually tire of stolen kisses, an occasional dance and friendly flirtations from one weekend to the next.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he’d convinced himself he was giving her room to grow. He had wanted her to live without restraints and enjoy her youth.
He’d convinced himself he was a gentleman, at least where Ellie had been concerned. He’d decided it was more important, smarter, actually, to stay close as a friend. Later, when she’d tired of casual dates, grew bored spending her weekends with her girlfriends, she’d let him know.
Allister had made one costly mistake after the next. He’d given her space while Denny took her out on cheap dates. While Allister had wanted her to realize the true beauty found in confidence and independence, Denny had taken away her freedom. While Allister had watched her from a distance, Denny had moved in and crowded her.
Denny had shown her an irresponsible kind of life and even now Allister shuddered at the thought of what Denny possibly introduced.
Down deep Allister knew why Denny had “won” as Ellie had phrased it. They were party pals, fuck buddies, and Ellie didn’t sleep around from one fellow to another. Denny had known it, too. He’d boasted more than once. He was her first love, her first fuck, her first blowjob, and the list went on.
Denny hadn’t just made a move. He’d apparently plotted his wedding day right from the start. According to their group of friends back then, he’d often said, “My momma will kill me if I don’t put a ring on her finger.”
The world would’ve been a better place if his momma would’ve carried through on that threat. It would’ve been a much happier place if Ellie had seen Denny for what he was.
In the end, it was pretty obvious what Ellie had seen in Denny. He wasn’t just the bad boy next door. He was the naughty guy with quite the reputation for pleasing the ladies.
He’d kept Ellie and her friends in booze and probably pot, too. In Allister’s mind, Ellie had probably been stoned off her ass when she’d married the bastard.
As Ryan had once said, “A woman who looked like Ellie must’ve been drunk or high to lay down with Denny.”
“What are you thinking?” She scooted up the mattress and crooked her finger back and forth.
Earlier, she had stopped him in the middle of pleasuring her and it had taken him a good hour to help her find a certain level of comfort again. The last thing he wanted was to blow it now.
“Allister? Tell me. What’s on your mind?”
“It’s not important.”
“You’re questioning why I married Denny when I could’ve had you.”
Yep. He was blowing it all right. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He crawled up her body, kissed her knee, and paused long enough to rub his tongue along her inner thigh.
Ellie shivered in pleasure and stared at his six-pack.“Good Lord. Draegan wasn’t lying.”
“Draegan told you I had abs, did he?” Allister laughed. “I would’ve liked to have heard that conversation.”
“He said you were trained.”
“Do I look ‘trained’ to you?” He blew a soft whisper across her intimate lips. “Hmm, baby?”
“Yes.” Her breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath. She parted her thighs and pushed his head between her legs. “Let me watch, Allister. I want to see you fuck me with your tongue.” She turned her head to the mirror and he turned his as well.
If there had ever been a prettier picture, Allister didn’t know where. The gentle slope of her arched body, her full breasts and aroused nipples, was enough to make him crazy, but when she threw her hips forward and pummeled his lips with her wet pussy, he knew he’d never last long enough to enjoy the view.
He cupped her bottom and held her pussy to his lips. He thrust inside her and savored her flavor, planning to make himself comfortable and stay awhile.
Throwing her arm behind her, Ellie, flattened her feet on the bed and met his lips with a nice grind, shifting her hips from side to side. “Look at me, Allister.”
He rolled her clit underneath his thumb, loving the light tremors working their way through her body. Her breaths were short and raspy.
“Make me come while you’re inside me. Take me right to the edge and then drive inside me with your cock.”
“Good God, Ellie.” He dragged his fingers between her pussy lips and nuzzled her opening watching her as she ripped open the condom and handed him the rubber.
She mashed her hand against his and placed the condom in his palm, lifting her hips as he sucked on her pussy lips. He thrust inside her walls and enjoyed the tight clench of her pussy closing around his tongue.
“Hurry, Allister,” she whispered, her eyes heavier then. “God yes. You have to hurry.”
He rolled the protection over his dick and grabbed her hips again. Slamming her pussy against his mouth, he feasted on her then as if he were a starved man, a man who couldn’t wait to see his woman grinding out her pleasures and screaming his name.
His cock and balls were heavily weighted by his excitement. Still, he stayed committed to his cause, wanting to take her right to pleasure’s door, just to the brink of pure pleasure.
He licked her center, loving the taste of her, loving the way she closed her legs against his head and rode his tongue.
“Mmm, Allister. Oh God. Yes.” She was close, but not close enough. He reached between his legs and pumped his cock, feeling the length stretch as his balls pounded with a much-needed release, with that pent-up desire he’d stored for her, only her, in hopes of one day having her to himself, just like this.
He struck out at her pussy again, licking her from top to center and thrusting deep inside her with unrelenting fucking. Her body shook then as a violent spasm washed over her.
“Allister!”
Without a second cry or a hesitation, he jerked her hips down and drove inside her with his cock, poun
ding out his release as soon as he entered her and coming like a man who had no control or at least no desire to harness it.
This moment was about his woman, his beautiful lady. And as her face twisted into one wrought with pleasure and complete satisfaction, Allister fucked her like he might not have another chance tomorrow, on the slim chance tomorrow might not bring as much favor as he’d enjoyed today.
* * * *
“She’d probably be in his room before he’d be in hers,” Derek said, not as sure as he sounded. He knew Allister and how he thought. Where Ellie was concerned, the man didn’t have a lick of sense.
“He’s in her room.” Ryan marched ahead of them. “I’ll bet my third shifts against yours.”
“I’m not betting,” Bradley said. “The last thing I want is lost time with Ellie.”
“You can’t fuck her in the daytime?” Derek taunted him.
“Apparently someone can.” Ryan didn’t bother knocking and Derek hadn’t been paying attention so he wasn’t sure if the door was ajar or if Ryan had used a key.
Either way, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was the current view and this kind of view was too good to miss.
“Damn boy, don’t you believe in waiting on a friend?” Derek removed his shirt, automatically assuming if Allister had already slipped under the covers with Ellie, she wouldn’t make the others stand in line and wait their turn.
Seated on top of Allister, Ellie slowed the roll of her hips, stared at them with that lustful stare of hers and crooked her finger back and forth.
“Thanks, guys.” Beads of sweat rolled off Allister’s brow.
“By the looks of you, a break wouldn’t hurt you.” Derek winked at Ellie.
“Damn it, Allister,” Ryan grumbled. “You just couldn’t wait?”
“Would you have waited, Ryan?” Ellie asked, throwing her head back and planting her hands on Allister’s stomach. Her body rocked against Allister’s but she gave each of them heated stares full of longing and knowledge.
“Is this the same woman we fucked two years ago?” Derek asked, going to the bed because even Allister wouldn’t be brave enough to stop him. “Hey beautiful.” He bunched her hair at her nape, holding her a breath away from his lips as he watched her mouth open for his kiss.
“Your timing always sucked,” Allister said, falling against the pillow.
Derek smirked but never looked away from Ellie. “I hope like hell we walked in right before it squirted from the tip.”
Allister laughed. “Don’t count on that one. I’ve been here all night.”
“Told ya,” Ryan said, sitting on the chair opposite the bed. “How you doin’ sweetheart?”
“Better now,” she said, jerking her body up and throwing that sweet ass back as if she wanted them to take notice.
Derek unbuttoned his jeans and rolled a condom on his prick before he even finished undressing.
“Really?” Bradley looked as if he might just throw a punch. “You haven’t even said, ‘hi’ and ‘how are ya’ and you’re already planning to fuck her?”
Derek smothered her lips with his, holding her chin as firmly as possible as her body seemed to still on top of Allister’s. “Hi, lover.”
“Hi yourself,” she said, grinning into their kiss.
Derek sniffed. “Would you tell these cocky sons-of-bitches you and I have talked plenty over the last two years?”
“You’ve what?” Allister didn’t look too pleased with the news.
For a minute, Derek thought he might toss Ellie to the side.
No such luck.
“I checked in on her from time to time,” Derek said, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple. “Tell ‘em, Ellie.”
“He called me every now and again. He’s the one who first told me about Trouble.”
“So you knew we were here?” Allister stopped moving. He tucked his hands behind his neck and watched her with that brooding McCall look all the McCall brothers owned. “You told her?”
“Fuck no. She didn’t know that. She didn’t know I was here either.”
“I bet,” Allister grumbled.
“It’s true,” Ellie said, flattening her body over his. Her legs pressed against Allister’s and her breasts mashed against his chest. She leaned up and kissed his lips. “Don’t be mad, Allister. He didn’t know I was coming here. If anything, I should feel a little betrayed. He suggested Trouble but he didn’t tell me he lived here.”
“We wanted you to come here of your own free will,” Bradley said.
“You knew about this?” Ryan asked, swinging his attention to the quiet one in the bunch.
“Of course he knew. He and Derek can’t jack off without telling the other one about their Ellie fantasies.”
“Who do you tell your fantasies to, Allister?” she asked, raking her nails across his chest while glancing at Derek as if he’d already wasted too much time.
Withdrawing a tube of lube from his wallet, he ran the plastic tip underneath his teeth, snapping off the cap before squirting the oily substance all over his shaft.
“You, baby,” Allister said, his face no longer tense as he stared into her eyes. “I tell them to you.”
She leaned forward and went for his ear. After she whispered Lord only knew what, Allister nodded at Derek. “Don’t just stand there.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped her to her back. “We have an insatiable little woman. And apparently she’s ready to pick up where we all left off.”
Chapter Seven
Ellie hadn’t been ready to pick up where they’d left off but sometimes the element of surprise offered far more than a woman typically bargained for. At the moment, she liked the familiar bombshell full of explosive promises.
Ryan had sulked from the start, but as soon as she was on her back, crooking her finger and summoning him, a sudden change came over him. Ryan had always been so loving and attentive. When he said her name, it was with passion and originality.
Born in Australia, Ryan was a cowboy through and through, but he sounded like an Englishman who had been stuck in the sticks with a bunch of hillbillies. When he said “cunt” it sounded like a high pitched “can’t” and when he whispered, “Ah dear,” against her ear, it sounded like he’d given her a new name, maybe something along the lines of Adair.
The simplest pleasures turned her on when she was with these men. From Allister’s guttural growls to Bradley’s soft whispers, those only she could hear, to Derek’s forceful fingers, those probing touches he gave her while looking into her eyes like he was afraid he’d miss seeing her experience the fine lines between pleasure and pain. They each could manipulate her body however they chose and she fell head over heels in lust, always wondering if lust and love were similar or same.
Still, these men were all so different. From their demeanors, to the way they treated her, to the little things they did behind one another’s backs, like Derek contacting her while she’d been married. He’d never done anything inappropriate. The first call had come in after he’d been in a bar and overheard someone mention Denny had whipped up on his “bitch” because she fucked some loser.
Derek had promptly introduced himself to the dumbass who’d called him out as a loser and informed him of three others like him, three others who would soon know his name and how to find him. Ellie had heard most of the details from Denny, but she’d never uttered a word to Derek. They had more important things to do when they spoke.
The phone sex only started after her divorce. Before that point, he’d educated her on divorce attorneys and had tried to teach her what he knew about self-defense, but she’d never really understood the moves.
Now, as she watched him, as she looked into those forest-green eyes, she realized what he’d been doing all along. He was staying close, perhaps even planning.
He’d known this day would come just as Allister had likely known she might say one thing and do another, at least where her four men were concerned.
“I missed
you,” Derek admitted, not one for sweet sentiments.
“You were always with me.” Ellie draped her arms around his shoulders, giving him a heated kiss before she wrapped her hand around his size and pumped him.
Allister observed as she stroked another man’s dick.“Feeling neglected over here.”
She gave Allister a kiss then, too, willing him to understand. She didn’t want to need four men, but the truth was, she wasn’t normal. She just wasn’t like every other gal out there. Her desires were over-the-top and after she’d enjoyed them in her bed, there would never be anyone else to satisfy her.
“Four men spoiled me,” she admitted then, motioning for Ryan.
“I want to watch,” he said, startling her.
“Do you like to watch me, Ryan?”
He splayed his legs and relaxed against the chair. Her gaze fell to the thick bulge in his slacks. “I like everything about you.”
“It’s what kept us going,” Bradley admitted, stepping closer to the bed. He didn’t undress, but instead, he slid in behind her, his legs falling on either side of her hips as he pulled her back against his chest.
“Relax,” he whispered at her ear, kissing her cheek and cupping her breasts. He nuzzled her hair before gripping her chin and pulling her face to his. He delivered one kiss, a simple kiss, but one with heat and passion all the same. He then issued a warning to Allister and Derek. “Be easy with her.”
“She doesn’t need easy,” Derek said, letting them know she’d discussed her deepest and darkest desires. “This is what she wants.”
He lowered his cock to her pussy, pushing inside her with one quick thrust. “God yeah.” He released a lustful grunt and pushed higher, thrumming inside her.
Allister watched her face, seemingly caught up in the whole idea of fucking her with Derek beside him, with Bradley behind her, pampering and teasing her with his dressed cock, his unexposed hard-on.
Derek backed out and Allister fucked her next, stroking her quick and deep before retreating, too. Expecting more of the same, she curved her arm around Bradley’s neck, playing with those soft curls at his nape and enjoying the tight pinch of his fingers at her nipples, his erection mashed against her bottom.
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