by Maya Banks
When he got to the huge bed in the center of the room, he gently set her down on the plush mattress.
“Get comfortable,” he said in a low voice. “As soon as I undress, I’ll come to bed. And hold you as you’ve asked.”
CHAPTER 16
R en watched Cole disappear into the bathroom and then she slid down onto the bed, burrowing her head into one of the pillows.
She stared sightlessly across the room as she tried to process all that had happened tonight. Now that the initial hurt and confusion had passed, she was angry.
How could Lucas have done this to her? With no warning? Oh sure, he’d told her that she would be having sex with Cole minutes before they’d arrived at Cole’s house, but he’d said nothing about leaving her with Cole.
She felt betrayed and that betrayal hurt more than she could have imagined. It briefly crossed her mind that she owed Lucas nothing, that his defection gave her no reason to obey his dictate that she remain with Cole for two weeks at which time Lucas may or may not return.
But at the same time, she couldn’t make herself believe that Lucas had done this to hurt her. Whether he’d meant to or not, the result had been the same. But she couldn’t help but think that he had only her best interests at heart.
She sighed and closed her eyes. After a year of feeling so …strong. Rebuilt. Secure and comfortable in her skin again. Now she felt adrift and she hated not knowing her path. She was a person who took great comfort in routine and ritual.
Her sense of self and her confidence had taken a beating in her last relationship. She’d left before irreparable damage was done, but it had still taken time for her to shake off the effects.
She didn’t want to go back there. Ever. She was stronger than who that woman had been. But now, Lucas would test the strength she’d worked so hard to build.
The bed dipped and her eyes flew open. She’d been lost in her thoughts and hadn’t even realized Cole had returned. Such inattention would only gain his censure.
But he didn’t call her on it. Her merely slid his arms around her body and pulled her until her back was flush against his chest.
“You can talk to me, Ren.”
She went still for a moment as his words washed over her. It was as if the last years melted away and they were young again. Inseparable. Set to conquer the world, hand in hand. Ren and Cole.
Oh God, she couldn’t handle this without breaking down.
She turned in his arms and clutched at him as she buried her face in his chest. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks and onto his bare skin.
He locked her to him, holding her tightly, one leg thrown possessively over her as if shielding her from the world. It was a clear statement. Nothing can hurt you here. It was such a familiar gesture that it sent a fresh wave of pain through her heart.
“How could he do it?” she whispered.
Cole kissed her forehead as he trailed fingers through her hair.
“How could he just walk away? Especially when he knows how badly it hurt when you did the same?”
Cole tensed. His hand went still against her head and his chin that had rested against her forehead moved as he pulled away.
Then he sighed. “Ren, you can’t expect me to defend the bastard. I’ve made it no secret that I want you.”
She rose up on one elbow and stared into Cole’s eyes. She wiped irritably at her tears, impatient and angry that she’d allowed him to see how devastated she was.
“Tell me this, Cole. Would you have ever given me to another man? Would you have ever brought me to another man’s house and said here, she’s yours, I’ll be back in two weeks?”
“Come here,” he said quietly, pulling her back to him.
He let his hand wander over her hip and down her leg before caressing his way back up to her shoulder.
“I can’t profess to know what Lucas was thinking. I don’t know the man. You know him a hell of a lot better. I can’t muster the same outrage as you because I’ve gotten precisely what I want. You.”
“Would you have ever done what he did?” she persisted.
“Hell no. But maybe I’m more of a selfish bastard than he is. Maybe he feels like he’s doing what’s best for you. I, on the other hand, would go to hell and back before I ever willingly gave you to another man. I let you go once, Ren. If you think I’m just going to stand back and let you walk away this time, you’re mistaken. I’ll fight with everything I have.”
The determined words slipped into the tiny cracks in her heart like alcohol over a cut.
“He didn’t fight for me,” she whispered. “He just let me go. Like you did before.”
“I’m not letting you go now, Ren. I’m here. Have you ever considered that Lucas is merely giving you space so that you can make a choice? It chaps my ass to give him any credit whatsoever, but I believe he just wants you to be happy. He damn sure didn’t give you to me because he has any love for me.”
Ren pulled her head back again and then reached up to touch Cole’s face. She traced his bone structure and feathered her fingertip over his mouth.
“Yes, he gave me to you for two weeks. He knows I loved you. And he wants me to make a choice? Has it ever occurred to either of you that no matter who I chose, I would be devastated?”
Cole frowned.
“I feel manipulated, Cole. I feel like I’m being told that this should be easy. I’ve been with Lucas for a year. I trust him every bit as much as I trusted you when we were together. I loved you with all my heart. I was crushed when you left me. What Lucas and I have is undefinable. What you and I had was equally undefinable. I’m supposed to spend two weeks with you and then cheerfully choose between two men who’ve meant more to me than any other man I’ve ever had a relationship with?”
“I can’t keep you here against your will,” Cole said quietly. “I won’t stop you if you walk out the door.”
It wasn’t what she’d expected him to say. Her shoulders sagged like deflated balloons. She rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling. He’d put the ball in her court. It was true. She may cede all the power in the relationship to a man, but it was her choice.
“Make your decision, Ren. I’ll give you tonight to deal with your upset. I’ll expect your decision in the morning. If you choose to go, I’ll make sure you get to where you want to go.”
She reached up to touch her neck where the collar had rested for the last year. Her fingers trembled against her bare skin. “And if I stay?”
“If you stay, you’ll submit to me. Without reservation. Without question. You’ll be mine for the entire two weeks.”
“And what then?”
He rolled onto his side so that he faced her. She glanced over to see the intensity reflected in those blue pools.
“Then you have a decision to make.”
CHAPTER 17
C ole made no move toward her even though they slept in the same bed. He made no demands of her. In fact, he didn’t so much as touch her.
After he’d told her she had a decision to make, he’d simply rolled over, turned off the lamp and then settled down to sleep. She, on the other hand, remained awake, staring into the darkness as she contemplated her circumstances.
She was completely befuddled by the turn of events. When Lucas had first told her that he was giving her to Cole, her emotions had been in a whirlwind.
Nothing had been right ever since that night at The House when Cole had walked back into her life.
It was hard to see past her hurt and betrayal, but after an entire night staring at the ceiling, she was beginning to realize what Lucas must have seen in her. And why he’d made the decision he made.
Lucas wasn’t the type to demand attention. Or loyalty. If you were with him, yes, absolutely he expected your entire focus, your loyalty and obedience. But he wasn’t going to make you do anything you weren’t committed to.
He must have known what Cole’s reappearance had done to her. Her distraction wouldn’t have pleased him. What su
rprised her more was the way he’d handled it. With such gentleness and understanding.
Wasn’t he angry? Was he afraid of losing her? Or was he resigned? Or did he even care about the outcome?
Or had he, like Ren feared, simply decided it was time for him to move on?
And if that was the case, why was she expending so much mental anguish over his defection?
Because you love him.
The admission frightened her. She hadn’t allowed herself to love anyone since Cole. And it wasn’t so much that Cole had ruined her for men for all time, blah blah. She’d been with several men since Cole. Men who had satisfied her. Men who hadn’t even come close. The usual mixture of winners and losers in a woman’s life.
It was just that no one had known her like Cole had. No one had managed to reach inside the very heart of her like Cole had. Not until Lucas. And she wasn’t even sure he’d tried. He just did. He got her.
And if she loved Lucas, which she was now pretty certain she did, why had seeing Cole again put her into such a tailspin?
Because you love him too.
Or at least she loved the man Cole had been. She loved the memory of who he’d been and what he’d meant to her. Who was to say he was still that same man?
Who was to say he wasn’t even better?
Tears of frustration bit at her eyelids. She’d expended more emotion in the last days than she had in years. She’d always been careful to keep herself firmly in check. Calm. Measured. She didn’t like feeling distraught and out of control.
She understood—or at least thought she understood—Lucas’s decision now. He wanted her to face her past. He wanted her to deal with the issue of Cole before she could move forward. With Lucas.
It was either that or he’d seized the opportunity to make sure Ren was cared for before moving on as he had in so many other relationships.
She wasn’t sure what about Lucas made it impossible for him to commit to a longstanding relationship. He’d been up front with her from the beginning that their arrangement wasn’t permanent, that it couldn’t be.
But as time went on and he seemed content, she put it out of her mind that it was a temporary arrangement.
She’d let her guard down. She’d allowed herself to fall for a man she couldn’t have.
Stupid.
She turned slightly to stare at the back of Cole’s head as pale light softened the room through the curtains. Cole wanted her. She couldn’t lie to herself that she didn’t still have strong feelings for him. She did.
He’d laid it out plainly for her. He wanted her. He would fight for her. He’d never give her to another man as Lucas had.
He’d also offer her the kind of relationship she wanted and needed. Wouldn’t he?
She had two weeks to find out. Two weeks in which to explore a relationship with Cole and to determine whether or not Lucas would come back for her.
And yeah, then she’d have a decision to make. A decision that already sent pain through her heart.
* * *
She felt him leave the bed. He was quiet so as not to awaken her, but then she still hadn’t slept. Her back was to him and she briefly closed her eyes, not yet wanting him to know she was awake. When she heard him go into the bathroom she opened her eyes and took in a deep breath.
For the next two weeks she would be his. There would be no half measures. Not sorta kinda or in between. That kind of relationship or agreement would never fulfill her. She needed—she craved—full possession. The safety and security of a completely dominant lover.
She needed the structure and rigidity but she also needed a man who knew when not to push too hard. Lucas had been that man. But so had Cole.
She pushed herself up and slipped out of bed, her feet flexing when they hit the wood floor. There wasn’t a rug or any carpet to soften her kneeling position, but it didn’t matter. Her discomfort wasn’t important. The message she would send to Cole was.
Complete obedience. Complete submission.
For two weeks, she was his to command.
After? She couldn’t bear to think that far ahead. There was too much she didn’t know, and she was afraid to speculate on the potential outcome.
She walked naked around to the foot of the bed and then faced the door to the bathroom. She sank gracefully to her knees, rested her hands palms up on the tops of her legs and settled her gaze forward, waiting for Cole to return.
He couldn’t possibly misunderstand the significance of the gesture.
Several long minutes later, she nearly closed her eyes when she heard the door open. Butterflies danced in her belly, but she forced her chin up so she could meet his gaze the moment he saw her.
He frowned.
Not exactly what she’d expected.
“Jesus, Ren. Your knees. How long have you been kneeling like this?”
He strode forward, reached down and gently pulled her to her feet. She wobbled a little unsteadily, taken aback by his reaction.
He guided her back to the bed and eased her down on the edge. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was still damp from his shower. A single bead of water trailed down his side and she had the insane urge to run her tongue over it.
To her further shock, he went to one knee in front of her so they were on eye level. Every part of her rejected the sight of him kneeling in front of her. She stared at him with no idea of what to say or how to react.
He touched her cheek and sighed. “I appreciate the sentiment. I understand it. I’m relieved as hell. Don’t get me wrong, the sight of you on your knees blows me away. But I don’t want you in pain, Ren. I have hardwood floors in the bedroom. It can’t be comfortable for you.”
“I wanted you to know,” she began quietly.
He nodded. “I know you did. It’s me, remember? I think I went a little weak in the knees when I opened the door and there you were. It took me back to a much better time. When we were young and together, testing something new and powerful. I was so damn grateful that you didn’t get up and walk out while I was in the shower. Do you know how hard it was for me not to run out to see if you were still there? To calmly go through the motions of a shower and shaving all the while my gut was in a knot because I was afraid you wouldn’t stay?”
“I’ll stay. I’m yours.”
He cupped her cheek then leaned forward, brushing his lips across hers. First just a tender brush. Then he came back, fusing his mouth to hers. Her lips parted on a sigh and he slid his tongue over hers until she tasted the mint of his toothpaste.
As he pulled away, he murmured, “Oh yes, Ren. You’re mine. You’ll never doubt that for a moment.”
Then he rose and discarded the towel around his waist. He was such a beautiful man. He’d lost the lean softness of youth and in its stead was a muscled, rougher man that made her mouth water.
His cock was rigid, flared up toward his navel from a nest of lighter brown hair, almost blond like the rest of him.
“Go get a condom from the nightstand and put it on me,” he said in a terse, barely restrained voice.
She scooted off the bed and hurried to do his bidding. She wanted him inside her again. Last night had felt …practiced. Almost as if they had been putting on a show for Lucas’s benefit, and maybe Cole had.
Today, there was no one but Cole and Ren. No Lucas. No pretenses or awkwardness.
She tore open a condom and returned to sit in front of Cole. His erection was on level with her mouth, but he didn’t appear to have any intention of having her pleasure him with her lips and tongue.
With shaking fingers, she rolled the latex over his rigid length. Automatically her gaze found his as she awaited his next directive.
“Lay back, spread your thighs and bend your knees so the bottoms of your feet are flat on the mattress. Then spread yourself and hold on to your knees.”
She leaned back, clutching at her knees as her soles dug into the mattress. The position opened herself completely to him. She was vulnerable but
so very excited.
He ran the tip of his finger from her clitoris to her opening and then slid it inside to the knuckle. She shuddered violently, her hips arching off the mattress in response.
“Keep yourself open,” he bit out when her hold on her knees loosened.
She reasserted her hold and then sucked in her breath when he lowered his head between her splayed thighs. Oh God.
He pressed the most tender of kisses to her opening and then lazily slid his tongue upward until it rolled over her clitoris.
Her fingers dug into her knees and it was a battle to maintain her position when her entire body was screaming in pleasure.
He licked her again, making long, sensual swipes with his tongue. The roughness over such tender and sensitive skin drove her to madness. She twitched from head to toe and was one breath way from coming completely unglued.
But he was in no hurry and he seemed content to stroke her with his tongue and suck lazily at her quivering flesh. He rimmed her entrance and then slid his tongue in, tasting her from the inside out.
Pressure. All she needed was just a little pressure in just the right place and she’d explode in the mother of all orgasms. But he seemed to know exactly how close she was to meltdown because he continued with gentle, featherlike strokes and caresses. He flicked his tongue expertly over and around her clit, never putting quite enough force behind the movements to send her the rest of the way over the edge.
But how he drove her mad. He was good. So very good at making her feel exquisite, mind-numbing pleasure. He was patient too. Never tiring as he coaxed her ever closer to the ultimate sexual peak.
But then he’d always been this way. Possessive and demanding, absolutely, but generous and loving as well. Even when it was all about him, somehow he always managed to put her first. She’d always adored him for that.
“You taste just as good as I remember,” he said huskily as he pulled away.
She stared at him through passion-glazed eyes, unable to move. Her entire body was liquid. He’d reduced her to a boneless, quivering mass of desire.