“You are mine. Every fucking, single inch of you is mine. Do not ever get that shit confused, Annie.”
“I won’t…I couldn’t.” I tell him, gasping as his hands cup my soaked pussy.
“You be a good little girl and suck Latch’s cock and make him come. You owe him that. So, I’m giving him that. Not you, me. You see the difference, Annie.”
“Yes…” I do, absolutely. I’d never do this without Sabre wanting it and directing it.
“This thing with Latch is special, Annie. So he gets to have the parts of you I’m willing to give him. You’re going to give it to him good. You’re going to suck him down like the greedy girl you are. But you gave me your pussy. I will be the one who decides when it gets cock. I will be the one to decide when it comes, how it comes and by whom. It’s mine. Understand?
“God, yes,” I groan.
“Good. Now suck off Latch and I’ll give your pussy what it needs.”
I go back to my hands and knees once Sabre releases my hair. He leans over me, even in my haze I can feel him there. He places a tender kiss against my lower back.
Latch has moved so he’s standing and holding his cock out for me. There’s emotion shining in his eyes that I don’t fully understand. I cup his balls in my hand first, rolling them with my fingers and then slide my tongue against them, using my hand to stroke his cock at the same time. I suck one ball in my mouth, gently torturing it before releasing and doing the other. Then I move to his cock, licking my way up to the tip. He’s different. The taste, the smell, texture…it’s all different from Sabre. It’s good, and I take a moment to savor and take the pleasure in before I swallow him down all the way to the root. He’s not as long as Sabre, so it’s easier. He is wide though, so he still stretches my mouth. I suck him hard, moving up and down on his cock and using my hand at the same time. I get so engrossed in what I’m doing that when Sabre slides his cock inside of me, I’m taken by surprise. I finish my downward thrust of Latch’s cock and rest there. My mouth and throat is stretched with Latch’s dick, my pussy stretched with Sabre’s and I’m loving every minute of it.Then Sabre starts moving and my desire hasn’t even come close to waning. Immediately, I feel my climax building. I quicken my movements, sucking him harder, using my tongue to bathe, torture, and tease with every stroke, my hand working him harder, up and down, so that I can use my throat and let him go deeper every time Sabre thrusts inside of me.
We work together in some kind of three part dance that fits together perfectly because in no time, I’m coming. I come harder than I ever have before. I can feel my release rushing over Sabre’s cock deep inside of me. I stumble in the way I’m working Latch’s cock and he takes over. He puts both hands on my head and force feeds me his cock. There’s nothing sweet and loving about it. It’s hot, nasty, and so fucking good I barely finish coming before I shoot off again like a rocket. This one is more intense, and I lose track of everything except wave after wave of pleasure that pounds me. I feel Sabre’s cum jetting inside of me, each stream feeling as if it is a thrust itself. He’s seated so deep inside of me I know I’ll be wickedly sore tomorrow, and I’ll love every minute of it. Latch groans above me and I open my eyes and watch as complete satisfaction comes across his face. I get just a small taste of him before he pulls out of my mouth and finishes coming in his hand. I watch as the creamy pearl liquid runs down his hand and over his cock, and the sight of it along with the way Sabre’s fingers start working my clit send me over into another climax. This one is so huge, so fucking explosive, it scares me. I try to fight it off, but Sabre’s voice is in my ear, talking me through it, and I let him anchor me and give myself over to the orgasm, welcoming it.
I think I black out for a minute, I’m not quite sure. When I open my eyes, Latch has cleaned up and his pants are zipped. I’m sitting on the floor in Sabre’s arms. Latch moves his fingers along my lips and has a melancholy smile that hurts me just a little.
“You’re a special woman, Peaches,” he says kissing my head gently then leaves the room.
I watch him go with more than a little sadness. Sabre kisses the top of my head and hugs me a little tighter, and I concentrate on him and my love for him.
Chapter 17
Sabre
I never thought I’d be completely owned by a woman. I am. I’m so fucking gone over this woman, there’s no coming back from it.
I take Annie into our bath to wash off. We have a quick shower; she’s almost boneless from our workout so I bring her to our bed. Our little playtime was hotter than hell, but I am a possessive motherfucker. There’s no other man getting in Annie’s bed but me. I pull the sheet over us, hold her close, and think there’s nowhere on Earth that I’d rather be.
“Is Latch going to be okay?” she asks and I knew she’d see it. My brother has had it bad for her, almost as long as I have. Latch and I are super close. We’re connected in ways that no one but the two of us knows, or will ever know. Tonight was my gift to him, but I’m a big enough bastard to admit, it was a gift to me, too. I fucking loved watching Annie be overcome and get so fucking hot, not just for me—but both of us. I loved watching every minute of her pleasure and Latch’s. It’s bigger than that, though. I liked being the one in complete control of both of their pleasures.
“He’ll be fine, sweetheart. He knows the score. We’ll be playing again, sometime. As long as you liked it?”
She’s quiet for a minute and I’m afraid she’s gone too far. She enjoyed it, but I don’t want it to be something she can’t live with. That’s the reason I gave her a safe word. Anything we do, I need both of us to be in it a hundred percent.
“Annie?”
“I did, but…”
“But?” I ask, knowing fear because I want this again. Not often, but I do want it. I was hoping she’d feel the same.
“It sounds awful, Sabre.”
“Tell me, sweetheart. Never be afraid to tell me anything.”
“I loved it. It was hot and even now I could see wanting it again, but…”
“But, what?”
“It would kill me if you were with another woman. I couldn’t take it. I think it would destroy me. Now that we have done this, I mean you’d be in your rights, but I just couldn’t…Oh, God…”
“Shhh…Sweetheart, don’t get yourself so worked up,” I tell her bringing her head at an angle so she can see me. I use the pads of my thumb to wipe away the tears. “Annie, I love you. You own me, woman. I will never want another woman in my life, but you. Only you.”
“But, what we did here…”
“Happened because all three of us wanted it. You didn’t cheat on me, Annie. We had hot fucking sex with a close friend. Someone we both care about. There’s nothing wrong in that, there’s no shame in it, and it’s not a sign that we don’t belong to each other.”
“You’re sure?” She asks, searching my face.
“I’m completely sure. We’re it, Annie. You and me woman are a lifetime thing. You know that, right?”
Her tears start again and I can’t keep up to stop them, but she’s smiling, so I figure it’s okay.
“I love you, Sabre. I love you so much.”
“Enough for a lifetime?” I ask.
“Enough for several,” she answers and that’s all the answer I need.
I lean over the side of the bed and reach under to the box I had stored there a few days ago. I’ve been waiting for the right time, and I don’t think there can be a more perfect one than now.
I pull out the white box and she sits up like a little kid excited for Christmas.
“What’s this?”
“Open it and see,” I laugh as she claps her hands.
She rips into the box quickly, giggling madly and pushing the tissue paper inside away. All laughter stops though as she puts her hand on the leather cut inside. Her fingers graze over the Devil’s Blaze emblem and then tremble as she takes in the white patch underneath.
Property of Sabre.
I wait fo
r a response. It seems like forever.
“A lifetime worth of love,” she whispers.
“Several,” I correct her.
“Put it on me,” she says, holding it up. I shake my head but do her bidding. She is on her knees leaning over me, naked as the day she was born, except for the leather Devil’s Blaze cut and my dick goes hard as a rock. She’s never been prettier. There has never been anything sexier in my life, than her. “I want you to make love to me now. Just like this. I want to have you inside of me while I’m wearing your colors. I need you to make love to me, Sabre.
I can do nothing but give her what she wants—what we both want.
EPILOGUE
SKULL
“You don’t understand the devastation of words, until you see the damage and realize you can’t take them back.”
“I’ve missed you, querida. I need to feel you close to me.”
“I’m here, Skull. I’ll never leave you.”
“But you have, mi amor. It’s so dark here without you. I need your ligero. You kept me sane.”
“You killed me, Skull. I can’t ever be with you again. I’m visiting the only way I can. The only way they will allow me.”
“Who are they? Who are these people who seek to keep my mujer from me? I will hunt them down. Nothing can keep us apart. Nada!”
“That’s not true. Even now, you’re in bed with another woman.”
“A club whore, nothing else,” I dismiss.
“But she’s not a whore, Skull. Not this one. This one cares about you. This one you pursued. She has a place in your club. In your life. You’re slowly forgetting me.”
“Never!” I scream as she starts fading away. Querida, come back to me. No me dejes solo!”
“But you’re not alone. You have her. You even took off my locket. I would have waited for you, Skull. I would have waited,” she says, crying before she fades into the black. My body jerks from the pain on her face and I jar myself awake.
I rake my hand through my hair, despising the way it trembles. I move to the side of the bed, putting my feet on the floor. I'm hung over as hell. My head, my teeth and even my fucking hair hurts. I look at the blonde in my bed. I’ve been pursuing her since Dragon’s so-called funeral. She reminded me so much of Beth. The blonde hair, the unusual eyes. I saw her and went after her. In the end, she was nothing like my Beth. She’s been married before, and there’s nothing innocent about Teena, but she’s a good woman. A woman that a man could claim. If he was whole. If he had every piece of him. If he wasn’t haunted.
My cell phone rings and I grab it off the nightstand, walking away from the bed. I’m not ready to talk to her, or to anyone. My emotions are still raw. When I see who is on the phone, I know it’s not going to get any better.
“You weren’t at the meeting with your brother,” I mutter, wishing I was completely done with all of the Donahues… with everything. I’m starting to hate Beth, hate her for bringing this shit into my life and leaving me in it.
“I did not know about it. I am in France trying to calm the family. The death of my grandfather has left us all scrambling.”
“Si, for power.”
“True. But my grandfather was revered. They want his death avenged.”
“Who killed the motherfucker? I’d like to buy him a beer, hell maybe four.”
“I thought Colin told you?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Beth, she’s alive. My grandfather was keeping her and her sister prisoner. They murdered him and fled.”
“I don’t know what kind of game you and your brother are playing, but I am not—”
“It’s no game, Skull. It is very real. And the family has called a hit out on the girls. They have tracked them down in Texas.”
My hand shakes. Is it? Could it be real? After my meeting with Colin, I started taking precautions, but I thought he was playing me. There was no way she could have survived. I look over at the woman in my bed, and something coils inside of me I do not want to name.
“What is your game, Matthew?” I ask, because though he is slightly better to deal with than Colin, he’s still a fucking Donahue and I do not trust him.
“There is a child, Skull. Your child.”
“I saw Colin’s papers. I know. I’m checking into it, but having some woman pretend to be Beth just so your family…”
“It is not pretend, Skull. Beth and your daughter are very much alive. At least, until my family gets ahold of them.”
There’s so many things running through me right now, I couldn’t name one fucking emotion except anger and bitterness… bitterness is overwhelming me. Could Beth have done this to me? Could she?
“What do you want with me? I know it’s something.”
“I called to see if you would work with us. If you will help us hunt down Beth and her sister. You bring them to me.”
“What do I get out of this?”
“Revenge, and something more valuable. You will have your daughter. If my family finds them first, they won’t care about the child. Some will take great pleasure in ending her young life.”
“So, I just hunt down Beth and her sister, bring them to you, and I keep mi hija, and that’s it? That’s all I have to worry about from you assholes? No more shit? We’re done?”
“Exactly. Do we have a deal?”
I take a deep breath, and stare out into the night through the window.
“Sure. Give me the info and I’ll get the men started on it.”
“I must warn you, if you double-cross me, there will be consequences.”
“There always are when the Donahues are involved. Give me the info. What part of Texas?” Matthew rattles off the information and I write it down. “Got it. I’ll send the men out in the morning.”
“I’m so glad we could work together again, Skull.”
“Sure. Oh. One more thing, Matthew.”
“What is that, my friend?”
His words make me sick.
“Chinga te! The day I make any deal with a Donahue is the day I slit my own wrists.”
I slam the phone down, shaking with anger and with the ramifications of what Matthew said. Where I was reluctant to believe what Colin said, I’ve little doubt in Matthew’s words.
“You okay, mi amante?” Teena asks me from the bed.
The news I just received, the dream of Beth, it all combines, and a mixture of hate and guilt curls in my stomach. Adulterer. Beth has turned me into that. “Come back to bed. Let me make whatever it is better,” she purrs.
I stand there wondering what in the fuck I’m going to do.
The end.
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Chapter One
Katerina
Just pretend to be asleep. He won’t know the difference. This is my nightly routine for when Travis finally comes home. I curl on my side of the bed, pull the covers up tight around my face, pretending to be asleep. We stay on our sides of the bed, never even touching each other anymore. Not a kiss hello or goodbye, forget about holding hands.
Since Travis moved into my apartment, things just changed. His first night living with me, I thought it would be nice to cook him a big meal, you know, surprise him after work. I sat in the living room for hours after dinner was cooked, waiting and waiting. When he finally decided to come home, smelling of beer and sweat, I knew this was a mistake. All I could manage to say was, “Welcome home. Dinner is in the fridge if you want something.”
He looked at me. “I already ate. I went out with the boys tonight.”
Every night, I eat dinner alo
ne while he goes “out with the boys”. I know what out with the boys means to Travis. As far as I knew, he never cheated on me. What I did know, however, is that he enjoyed checking out the merchandise at the local girly bar. I have no problems with someone going to a strip club. I do have an issue when it happens every night, when you have a woman at home waiting. This is why I never let him know that I’m actually awake. As soon as he falls asleep, I make my way to the couch. I refuse to sleep next to him after he has been out with his boys.
Tonight, it is different. As I lay in bed, Travis says my name. “Katerina, wake up.” I say nothing. “Katerina, I need to talk to you. Wake up.”
He shakes me gently to get me to wake up. “What is it Travis? I was asleep.” I lied. He is standing by the side of the bed, with a duffle bag in hand.
“I can’t do this anymore. I’m leaving, for good. I can’t handle living here with you.” Turning, he walks out the front door, leaving his key on the dresser I bought for him as a welcome home gift. When I finally take a moment to look around, I notice most of his other stuff was already gone. Not that he had much here. Travis hasn’t been living here that long.
After the rumble of his truck quiets as he drove away, I felt fine. Not sad, not devastated, or even angry. A slight smile forms on my face. And for the first night in a month, I got to sleep in my own bed.
Chapter Two
Katerina
Here I am, one month later, out on a Friday night. Getting my freak on with my girls. That’s the kind of mood I’m in tonight, so yes, I said Getting My Freak On. We are at the hottest club in downtown Naples, Florida. Club Elements is living up to be everything and more. The music is pumping through the speakers. The place is a sea of moving, writhing bodies. The club is different from any other place I’ve been before. Which is not saying that much, since the only clubs I went to were to hear Travis’s band play.
When we first got here, I spun around like a kid in a candy store just taking in the view. The walls illuminate red and orange, glowing like flames in a fire. Blue strobe lights above remind me of the Gulf water at night rippling in the moon light. Every hour fans blow to create a windstorm. Behind the DJ booth is a set of four giant televisions showing different scenes of each element: earth, air, fire and water. The perimeter of the club is lined with leather half circle booths, almost sofa like with large oval tables. From the booths, you still get a great view of the dance floor, so you can people watch or kick back with your friends.
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