by Maya Banks
She lost all awareness of where she was, only that she was being fucked by two powerful men in an animalistic fashion that should have appalled her. Maybe it did. But it thrilled her in equal parts. She only wished she could see it. But she could damn sure feel it.
After a while her pussy burned, as did her throat from the rough thrusts.
“She’s getting dry,” Mike said as he pulled out.
She winced at the sheer size ravaging its way out of her pussy. Cole abruptly pulled away from her mouth and walked around to the back of her. Mike withdrew completely and suddenly Cole was inside her, thrusting hard.
“Take off your condom and fuck her face for a while,” Cole said. “I’ll come inside her and you’ll have plenty of lubricant to fuck her some more.”
Oh hell, it was all she could take. She was bombarded by the words, the images and the reality of these two men having their way with her on every possible level.
Cole’s possession hurt. He was big, bigger than Mike, and she fought his invasion with every thrust. And he loved it. It made him even more forceful and she moaned just as Mike gripped her hair and forced his way into her mouth.
“Just a moment longer and you can have her back,” Cole panted.
Mike didn’t seem to be worried. He sank into her mouth and moaned softly as she swallowed him deep. Her entire body shook with the force of Cole’s thrusts and then suddenly her pussy was bathed in sticky, liquid warmth.
He coated her passageway with cum and continued thrusting until she felt warmth travel down the inside of her leg.
Then he pulled out and slapped her on the ass. “Oh hell yeah. I’m going to stay back here a moment while I watch Mike fuck a pussy that’s full of my cum. Mine, Ren. That pussy is mine. I’m letting him borrow it, but it’s all mine.”
Mike dutifully pulled out. She heard him tear another condom wrapper and then his big hands were gripping her waist again and he slid in to the hilt.
He pumped rapidly and then to her surprise, he pulled out and positioned himself at her anus. What was Cole telling him to do? Or was he taking the initiative himself?
Oh God.
The moment he breached her ass and pushed the blunt head in past her resisting opening, she started coming. She tried to cry out but Cole was stuffing his semen-covered cock back into her mouth with harsh orders to suck it all.
Mike fucked her ass while cum leaked out of her pussy. It was on his cock and inside her ass as well. Cole’s release.
And Cole was still leaking into her mouth, still spurting light streams against the back of her throat. She could no longer keep herself up and sagged onto the cushion.
Cole slid from her mouth, but Mike followed her down, relentlessly pushing his cock into her ass, even when she was forced by his weight to lie flat on the cushion.
He rode her hard and long until she was delirious. Then and only then did he shudder against her and force himself deep while he came. He rocked over her, pulling at her hair as if tugging on reins.
Then he stopped, still buried deep in her ass, astride her like he owned her.
Cole chuckled above her.
“I wish you could see this, Ren. Your ass all wide open and his cock stuffed inside. If I hadn’t already come, I’d make him pull out and I’d come inside your sweet little hole as it gaped open.”
Then Mike lifted himself off her and pulled his cock out, making her moan as she lay there, belly down, exhausted.
Cole knelt behind her, slid his fingers into her pussy to scoop out some of the semen. Then he slid his fingers into her ass, depositing the cum there.
Slapping her on the ass once more, he got back up and made a sound of satisfaction.
“Now that is a damn gorgeous sight, Ren. My woman, my possession all sprawled on the ground with my cum leaking out of both holes. You look well used. Get up and thank me and Mike for fucking you.”
She pushed herself up and stood on unsteady feet. Mike was still standing there, his cock erect and bare of the condom he’d worn just a moment ago. Cole stood beside him, stroking himself back to erection.
Knowing what was expected, she dropped to her knees in front of them both and circled both their cocks with her fingers.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she closed her mouth around Cole’s erection.
She sucked a moment and then pulled away to slide her lips over Mike’s dick. “Thank you,” she said to him as she sucked greedily at his thickness.
“Oh hell yeah,” Mike muttered. “I love the way you thank a man, sweetheart.”
Cole smiled. “Isn’t she pretty? Now make us come, Ren. I don’t care how long it takes. I want you to have a mouthful of our cum and I want you to swallow every drop.”
CHAPTER 32
I t was raining when they landed in Houston. A cold drizzle had set in and showed no signs of letting up any time soon. Cole hurried Ren into a car where the heat was already running and he began the drive back to his house.
She curled up in the front seat and turned to face him, watching him as he drove. It was a bit of a shock to be back in the real world as she called it. The last days had been surreal. Like they’d taken place in an alternate reality. Paradise. Fantasy land.
Her body was deliciously sore from being used so hard and she’d never felt better. She wanted to stretch like a cat and purr.
Cole turned to her as he maneuvered through traffic. “Enjoy yourself?”
She smiled and nodded. Then she cocked her head to the side. “Why did you do it?”
He lifted one eyebrow in question.
“I mean, why did you let Mike do what he did? I would have thought you would never let another man take what you consider yours. You’ve said many times you don’t like to share.”
“I knew it was what you wanted,” he said simply.
Her eyes widened. “You let him fuck me because it was what I wanted?”
“Can you think of a better reason? I knew it turned you on. I can read your body language. As soon as he touched you, your pulse went up, your breathing sped up and you were instantly aroused. You wanted it and so I gave it to you.”
She touched his cheek, stroking the strong line and exploring the light rasp of stubble. “Thank you. For everything. Not just Mike and C.J. and all the pampering. But thank you for those memories. It was a wonderful few days.”
He captured her hand and kissed the inside of her palm before letting it go once more. “You’re quite welcome.”
They arrived home a few minutes later and Cole ordered her to bed. He did it laughingly because he could see she was falling over with fatigue. She gratefully crawled between the covers and melted into the pillows. She didn’t even remember him coming to bed. She slept long and hard but when she awoke the next morning, he was wrapped around her, a reminder that she belonged to him.
She smiled and then kissed his neck. Then she began extricating herself from his hold.
“Where you going?” he mumbled sleepily.
“Work,” she answered softly. “I want to work for a while. I haven’t written in days. I want to finish.”
He kissed her forehead. “Okay. I’ll check on you later.”
And he did. But she was so immersed in her writing and her drawings that she waved him away, her lips pursed in absolute concentration. She was compelled to finish the story and the drawings. They were so clear in her head that she feared if she took even a break that everything would disappear before she could get it down.
She worked through the day and into the night. Cole brought her a tray of food and left it on the desk beside her but crept quietly away, not disturbing her or insisting she stop.
After over twenty-four hours of work, she sat back in her chair and rotated her stiff neck. Her back was killing her. Her muscles were stiff and sore and her eyes felt like sandpaper every time she blinked.
But she was finished.
She closed the journal where she always completed the preliminary draft and caressed the aged, soft
leather. Then she secured the ties around the floppy manuscript and held it to her chest.
Already she knew what she would do with it. She had a hard copy on her computer. She’d scanned in her drawings and compiled everything into one file to send to her publisher. But this copy would go to Cole. She could hardly wait to show it to him. Would he recognize the story? Would he see himself and Ren in the pages?
Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she clutched the journal to her chest and hurried off to find Cole. He wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen so the next logical place to find him would be his office.
She stopped outside his door when she heard his voice through the cracked door. He was on the phone.
She pushed open the door to peer inside and her gaze connected with Cole’s. He motioned her inside and held up one finger to signal he’d only be a minute.
She wandered in and took the seat in front of him. She settled back and let her gaze drift over him and his surroundings. She’d seen his office but she’d never really spent any time in it. Certainly not when he was conducting business.
He was even dressed for the office. Sort of. Or at least he had been. At one time he’d been wearing a tie, a long-sleeved white shirt and slacks. At the moment his sleeves were rolled halfway up his arm and his tie was loosened so it hung halfway down his chest.
Or maybe he’d even gone to a meeting while she’d been closeted in her office.
He rang off then put his phone down, turning his gaze on her. “Hey. You okay? You look tired.”
She pulled the journal away from her chest and placed it on the desk. “I finished.”
She pushed it toward him, suddenly nervous. What if he hated it? What if he didn’t see the parallels between the story played out in the pages of a children’s book and their own?
“You want me to read it?” he asked hesitantly.
She nodded. “It’s for you. I mean, this is. I always do my rough draft in a journal such as this and I keep them but I want you to have this one.”
“Is it okay if I read it now? I’ll call down for breakfast. You can go down and eat or I can have it brought up here. Entirely up to you.”
She nodded. “I’ll eat up here with you if that’s okay.”
He smiled. “I’d like that. Make yourself comfortable.”
Taking him at his word, she found the couch, but more than the comfort it offered, she wanted away from him where she couldn’t see his facial expressions as he read her story.
He leaned back in his chair and carefully opened the journal. She watched from the corner of her eye as he turned each page, his forehead creased in concentration.
A moment later, a knock sounded and the woman Cole employed to run his kitchen came in bearing a tray of breakfast for Ren. She set it on the coffee table in front of the couch where Ren sat and then backed away, disappearing as quickly as she’d come.
Ren smiled. All her favorites. A cup of hot chocolate. A toasted bagel with cream cheese with scrambled eggs and bacon piled on top.
She settled down to eat but she still kept subtle watch on Cole. When she finished, Cole was still deep in concentration, and she knew she couldn’t be here when he finished.
She rose and wiped her hands down her pants. “I’m, uhm …I’m going to go grab a shower. I’ve been up forever. Need to brush my teeth. Do all my girlie stuff.”
Cole looked up from the journal, blinking as if he’d forgotten she was there. “All right. I’ll find you later.”
She fled the room, grateful to have an excuse to leave. She did shower but did none of the girlie stuff she’d hinted at. She didn’t even dry her hair but rather combed it straight, dressed and then went outside into the garden.
There was a nip in the air and she breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of smoke either from burning leaves or perhaps a nearby chimney.
She wandered down one of the spiraling pathways to a fountain in the center of the garden. She sat on the bench and listened to the soothing bubble of water splashing over the rim.
She was finished. Another book done. With each project she completed, though there hadn’t been many yet, she always feared being able to duplicate the creativity that went into creating the story. What if she couldn’t do it again?
Lucas had laughed over her fear and told her that she was brilliant and that only brilliant people worried about not being brilliant any longer.
It hadn’t made sense to her but she liked the idea that someone found her intelligent. She didn’t always feel smart for some of the choices she’d made.
For how long she sat, soaking up the peace and tranquility around her, she wasn’t sure but she heard footsteps and looked up to see Cole walk toward her, the journal in his hand.
Her mouth went dry. Why did his opinion matter so much? She should be able to shrug it off. Subjectivity and all that jazz.
He sat beside her and for a long moment didn’t say anything at all. Then he turned to her, his eyes full of wonder.
“You’re amazing, Ren. I’m so damn proud of you.”
Her cheeks warmed and she went limp with relief. Joy shot through her veins like a dose of adrenaline.
“You liked it?”
“Liked it? I think like is way too tame of a word to describe my reaction. You’re so talented. The pictures, the way you turn a phrase. Your writing is very evocative. It’s very …nostalgic. God, it made me think of so many things in my childhood that are bittersweet.”
He reached up to touch her cheek, smoothing his thumb over her skin. “And it reminded me of us.”
Her chest ached and her throat knotted. “It was us. In a way. Perhaps a younger and more innocent us. A fledgling friendship but a relationship that meant the world to them as ours meant the world to us.”
“Yes, I could see that. Reading it made me ache, Ren. I’m so damn proud of you. It was an amazing story. I’ll treasure the draft you gave me always. And even when it’s worth millions of dollars because you’ve become rich and famous beyond words, I’ll still treasure my copy and keep it safe and private.”
She leaned into his side and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you. That means the world to me. For so many years I felt so …adrift. Only in the last year have I begun to think I know what I’m meant to do and be. It probably sounds silly and melodramatic but it’s taken me a long time to get to this point where I feel like I have direction.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I don’t think it’s silly at all. Sometimes it takes some longer than others to find their way. It doesn’t make their contribution any less valuable.”
She smiled and hugged him tighter. “I love you.”
“And I love you, darling Ren.”
She snuggled a little deeper into his arms and closed her eyes.
He let her remain there a moment longer before carefully prying her away. “What do you say I take you to bed now? You’ve been up well over twenty-four hours. You have to be exhausted.”
She nodded ruefully. “I am. I feel like I could sleep forever.”
He rose and then pulled her to her feet beside him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and walked her back toward the house.
CHAPTER 33
“L ucas is here.”
Ren’s head shot up at the grim statement. She was sitting at her desk checking e-mails and taking care of things she’d let languish during the time she was with Cole and when she’d been working.
She wanted to be calm but her hands shook, betraying the turmoil that churned inside her. She stared at Cole who stood just inside the door, trying to get a read on him.
His features were impassive. There was no expression on his face. His eyes were shuttered.
She pushed herself upward and she walked haltingly toward the door to stand before Cole.
“Where?” she croaked.
“Outside.”
She pushed by Cole and walked down the stairs, her pace quickening with each step. By the time she arrived at the door she was nearly r
unning. Her hand closed around the knob and she drew in steadying breaths as she tried to calm her raging emotions.
Then she flung the door open and stepped outside.
Lucas’s car was parked just a few yards away and he stood, leaning against the passenger door, looking as arrogant as ever. He seemed relaxed while she herself was a flaming mess.
He was here but now what? Was he saying good-bye? Had he come to bring her things?
And then he simply opened his arms and she flew across the gravel to launch herself into his embrace.
He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tightly. To her shock he shook against her. Every bit as much as she shook.
“You came,” she whispered. “You came.”
He hoisted her up in his arms until she straddled his waist and he was holding her up on eye level. “I’ll always come for you, Ren. Never doubt it.”
His dark eyes flashed with tenderness, clear affection, but this time there was something much stronger there. Something beyond sweet regard.
He pressed his lips to hers in a gesture so gentle it nearly undid her. There was no control or dominance in the kiss. It felt as unsure and as relieved as she’d been.
“I thought you were leaving,” she said in a cracked voice. “That this was your way of moving on. Of making sure I was taken care of. I thought you were tired of me.”
He cursed colorfully under his breath and gently lowered her to her feet. Then he tipped her chin up to meet his burning gaze.
“I did this for you, Ren. Only for you. I have no intention of leaving you. Ever. Do you understand that? Do you know what it is I’m really saying? Because I don’t think you do. These two weeks have been hell for me and I’ve counted every goddamn minute until I can come reclaim what is mine.”
She couldn’t seem to breathe right. The words registered but she didn’t know quite what to make of them. Relief stormed through her senses. Lucas was here. He hadn’t deserted her. He wanted her back.
Then her stomach dropped. Cole.
Oh God, Cole. Cole whom she loved. Cole who loved her. Cole who she wanted to be with every bit as much as she wanted to be with Lucas.