Kiss Me Twice Part 2 (Three Little Words)

by Lauren Hawkeye

  “Adele. We need to talk.” Clasping her hips as she clambered over me, I tried to get her attention, but with her hands at my belt buckle, I was thinking with only one head, and it wasn’t the one that housed my brain.

  “After,” she chanted, making quick work of my belt and zipper. Lifting my hips, I helped her work my wet jeans down my legs, where they got trapped at my ankles. “I need more.”

  “Baby.” My hands slid over the curves of her ass, and she hissed when they played over skin heated from the blows. I froze, unsure, not wanting to hurt her, but to my amazement, she pressed into the touch, groaning with pain and pleasure, all twined into one.

  “I need to use you, Mal.” Pulling my cock free, she fisted the base, pulled tightly up and down, making me hiss. “I need to use you hard. I need you to treat me like a woman who can take it, like a dirty, filthy girl who fucks two men at once, not someone who was broken by someone else.”

  I opened my mouth to answer, but she chose that moment to rub her thumb over the head of my cock and the words came out as a gargled groan instead. She worked me fast, one hand after another, bringing my erection straining to the point of pain until I thought I was going to go over, long before I wanted to.

  Gritting my teeth, I dug my hands into her hips, make her cry out as I pulled her away. With a determination I’d rarely before felt, I positioned her over my cock then, looking deep into those sky blue eyes, drove her down onto the length of my cock, hard and fast and designed for my pleasure, not hers.

  “Fuck!” Adele cried out and whimpered as I impaled her on the hardest erection I’d ever had. Normally we had to work a bit to get me fully in, since she was small and I was... not. But she was so wet, so ready from the spanking that sliding into her was like sliding into pulsing, heated silk.

  “You can take it.” She wanted a rough, dirty fuck that helped her deal with what she was feeling? I’d give it to her, every inch of it to her. I only wished that Dorian were here so that we could work her over together, leaving her weak and knowing how truly she was cherished.

  “Mal!” She shrieked as I pulled her back up, then slammed her down on me again. She was on top, but I was the one in control, and the wideness of her eyes told me that she was fully aware of that.

  “You know why you can take it?” Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her tightly against me, changing to short, hard thrusts that had the jut of my hipbones banging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. In an hour, when I saw the shadows on her skin, I knew I’d feel horrible, but right now, right in this moment, I knew that this was what she needed.

  Damned if anyone but Dorian and I would give it to her.

  “I asked you a question.” Another pushing thrust, and with my free hand, the one not binding her to me, I pushed her arms behind her back and caught her wrists in my hand.

  “I... I can’t...why?” Her head feel back, and the position arched her back, made her breasts jiggle enticingly. The little silver rings glinted in the light of the street lamps outside, Dorian’s own mark.

  Dipping my head, I caught one red tip between my lips. Catching it gently in my teeth, I swirled my tongue gently, gently, and then sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I pulled at her... much like how I imagined one might suck a cock.

  For the first time, that little mental picture didn’t send me running back to hetero man-land. No, instead it made me close my eyes and wonder what would happen between us three when Dorian got home.

  “Mal! Fuck it, Mal!” My teeth nudged the little silver ring again—the tips of her nipples were engorged, incredibly sensitive from having those little rings clasped on day and night. I felt her wet heat clench around my cock, and then she was coming, screaming, her head thrown back, and her eyes glassy.

  Before she was done, I let go of her hands and flipped us, so that she lay on her back and I was on top of her. Shifting so that her head lay on the pillows, I clasped each of her hands around a slat in the headboard.

  “Don’t you dare let go.” Then I pulled all the way out, making her whimper... and then thrust back into that soft heat, as hard as I could.

  “Now. I take it you don’t know the answer?” I continued to thrust, the hardest fuck I’d ever given, sweat dripping from my forehead to splatter on her belly and breasts. She shook her head wildly, her fingers clenched around the slats, her hips arching up to meet me as I ground mercilessly down into her.

  “You can take it,” I ground out between gritted teeth, freeing one hand to toy with the nipple that had so far been neglected, “because you’re the strongest woman I know. Because you walked through hell, and you didn’t break.”

  Even though I felt my own spine tingling, felt my balls drawing tight with my impending release, I held out, making sure to look Adele right in the eyes, to let her know that this was more than just sex talk.

  “You’re woman enough for two men, two fucking demanding men. Both of those men are absolutely fucking crazy about you!” At this she shook her head again, looking away.

  I propped myself one elbow, caught her chin in my hand, and made her look at me again.

  “Whatever had you so upset today... it won’t drive me away. It won’t drive Dorian away. We’ll never leave you, not unless you truly, honestly want us to.” Here, though it just about killed me, I stilled, just the head of my cock inside of her, linking us. She struggled and pushed against me, and I laid my palm flat against her chest, absorbing the sensation of her heart beating beneath my palm.

  “We’re together, through better or worse, all three of us.” I paused for a moment, expecting some surge of the panic that I’d once felt, contemplating marriage to Emma. There was none. There were shitloads of issues to wade through still, but this at least—this was completely true.

  “Now. Tell me. Or we stop.” This wasn’t fair, I knew that, but it just felt right... to let her spill her heart while we were linked in every way, while I was in a pretty damn vulnerable state.

  Her narrowed her eyes at me and even growled a bit, but one nudge under her chin and she burst into tears, emotions running high. Within minutes the entire story was out, and she was wiping her eyes with her palm and sucking in great mouthfuls of breath.

  “I don’t want to be broken. But more than that, I don’t want to break you and Dorian.” Her voice was a wail, and my heart softened for this woman, who had gone through horrors that so many people couldn’t possibly even contemplate. “That’s why you should go.”

  “Is that what you think?” Though I knew she was speaking from emotion, not her brain, the words still pissed me right the hell off, all over again. Bracing my weight on my elbows, I tangled one hand in her hair and tugged, just hard enough to get her attention.

  “Does this feel like I think you’re broken?” Slowly, silkily I slid back, then slammed home with enough force to bang the headboard against the wall. Beneath me Adele cried out, hips arching up to meet me.

  “Does this feel like I’m worried about you breaking me?” Slowly I pulled out again, and once more hilted myself inside of her. I would have been worried about hurting her, but beneath me her body was responding to mine like she was a wild animal.

  Her lips moved, but nothing came out.

  If she didn’t believe my words, I’d have to show her.

  “Hold on,” I muttered, my free hand sliding down to splay over her belly. This pressed against her insides, and beneath my hand I could feel the movement of my own cock, hammering inside her slick heat. She felt it too, writhing to get closer, to get more.

  “Mal... I can’t! Too much!” I could tell that she was approaching another release by the way her muscles began to contract inside of me, even though she both cringed away from and rose to meet the slap of my hips against her own. When she released the headboard and her arms twined around me, pulling me closer as we crashed into one another, over and over again, I was thankful in some part of my mind for the small gesture of acceptance, because at that point I wasn’t sure I could have
stopped.

  “Fuck, it hurts, but, oh God!” Bearing down on me inside of her, Adele shuddered beneath me, seeming to push past the pain and reach for the pleasure. I was right there with her, a Viking claiming what was his, and when she shuddered and screamed out her climax, I wasn’t even aware of pulling out of her tight channel and painting the skin of her stomach with my heat.

  Marking her. Showing her that nothing she could do would make her any less mine.

  We laid like that for ages, until the trembling in my arms refused to support me any longer. Flopping beside her on the bed, I pulled the shivering love of my life into my arms, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

  “Thank you.” She whispered, her voice raw, and I resolved to get up and get her a glass of water. Just as soon as I could move again.

  “Thank you,” she tried again, the words gravelly. “But... wow. What the fuck was that?”

  “That,” I replied, pulling her so closely that the sweat of our skin glued us together, “that was me showing you just how strong you are. You can get through this, and I’ll give you anything you need to help you through.”

  Chapter Three

  DORIAN

  “And so I thought we could, you know, have the guys in a sports car, you know, surrounded by female dancers in bikinis. You know?” The skinny dude in hipster glasses grinned maniacally and used his hands to outline a female form with Barbie-esque proportions. I couldn’t hold back my grimace, which in turn made my head throb even worse than it already was... and it already felt like I had trash bins lids clapping over each ear repeatedly.

  “I think this sounds like a piece of shit.” Across the conference room table, Chris arched an eyebrow at the overly enthusiastic new video director. With a quick, sidelong glance at me, one filled with tension, he turned his unimpressed stare on the kid, whose name was Billy. “Three Little Words is going to be the next Muse. Understand? And this video treatment sounds like it’s straight out of a nineties rap video.”

  I felt a little bit bad for the kid, who flushed crimson and stuttered under Chris’ scrutiny. But our manager wasn’t wrong—we’d been presented seven treatments so far this morning, ideas for our first video and each and every single one had been... shit.

  “Let’s take a break, boys. Yes?” Pushing back from the table, Chris stretched. I noted the way his white T-shirt rose up, exposing a hint of belly roped with muscle. Pulling a wad of cash from his pocket, he held it out to Levi. “You guys go get a round of coffee, be back in fifteen.”

  The guys scrambled out of the hotel conference room with their usual cacophony, but I stayed slouched in my seat. Not only was I pretty sure that my head was going to fall off my shoulders if I so much as breathed the wrong way, but I was also pretty sure that Chris had sent the guys off so that we could have a little chat.

  I watched through narrowed eyes as he closed the door behind the guys and the hapless video director, then turned and pinned me with his stare.

  “How’s the head?” He finally asked, hands on his hips. He wasn’t quiet, and I winced.

  “Been better.” Slouching back in the hard chair, I ran fingers through my hair. It was already standing up on end, and I suspected that my ministrations weren’t helping. “My own fault, though.”

  “Mmm.” Sliding his hands into the pockets of his tight jeans, Chris sauntered down the length of the conference room table. When he reached me, he slid one hip onto the table and smirked down at me. “Remember anything about last night?”

  His sexy little smirk made my heart skip a beat. Oh yeah, I remembered, and remembering laid the guilt on like rancid honey, thick, sticky and not at all sweet.

  “Things going to be all weird between us now?” I tried to look up into his eyes, but the harsh fluorescents overhead make me wince away.

  “Don’t see why they would be.” Chris curved one side of his lips up in a half smile. “Now, I wasn’t the one shit-faced on local beer, but I think I remember this correctly. I hit on you. I thought you were into it. But instead you chug enough beer to make a frat boy proud and spend the remainder of the night telling me about the love of your life. Or I guess I should say, loves.”

  He was taking the piss out of me, and I knew it. But I richly deserved it.

  “Sorry about... ahh... everything.” I mutter, feeling not at all like myself. I was Dorian freaking Marshall. Flirtations, relationships, all of that? They’d always been effortless for me.

  But at the moment I felt like an absolute prat. “I didn’t mean to, you know, lead you on. I hope this won’t affect anything.”

  Dude. How much had my life changed that I was comfortable having this kind of conversation with another dude?

  “If you say you know again I’m going to ship you off with that idiot of a director.” Chris leaned in a bit, and I could smell his shower on him, soap and shampoo and a hint of shaving cream. It’s tantalizing. “And no one leads me where I don’t want to go.”

  “Really?” I couldn’t help it—the Dominant in me rose to the challenge. I straightened up, and felt the tension between us thicken.

  I watched Chris’ tongue play out over his lips, licking teasingly. I shifted against the slight swelling down below as he finally sighed.

  “Fuck me, but I want you.” Chris briefly cupped my cheek in one hand, then pulled back, breaking the spell between us. “But I don’t have to convince people to fuck me. I’m only interested in the willing. And no matter what you might have thought for a moment or two last night, your cock is otherwise engaged.”

  I snorted out a laugh at his bluntness and he smirked.

  “Let’s face it, my friend. I was never going to get laid last night, even before you went all Hallmark on my ass. Your attention is elsewhere.” When he smiled at me that time, it was a little bit rueful.

  I smiled wryly in return. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to cock block you, or make you listen to the saga of my love life.”

  He gestured with his head. “A cock block wouldn’t keep me down for long, my friend. I don’t have to beg for a fuck. I was there because I wanted to spend time with you. That hasn’t changed.”

  A tendril of alarm, mixed with temptation, twined in my gut. “Say what?”

  Sliding off the table, Chris gave me a look that was full of sin. “It means that I’ll keep my hands off as long as you want them off. And right now I know that’s the case... you wouldn’t have done anything last night, even if I’d pushed it before you got tanked. But if you change your mind, you just let me know.”

  The desire was there, certainly. Even though this side of myself—this attracted to men side of myself—wasn’t exactly news, I still wasn’t entirely sure what I thought about finding a man other than Mal sexy... and Chris was sexy. Abso-fucking-lutely.

  But the lust didn’t feel right, laced as it was with guilt and something else darker. Something that beckoned even as it repelled.

  My thoughts must have played out over my face, because Chris laughed as he went to open the door back up for the guys, who I could clearly hear blundering their way back down the hall. “Don’t worry, Dorian. Your ass is safe from me, until you tell me otherwise.”

  “My ass?” I glared, not appreciating the suggestion at all. I smirked when Chris hesitated, giving me an opening. “Dream on, mate.. If we ever got together, you’d be lucky to feel the kiss of my whip.”

  For the first time I found Chris at a loss for words, and I couldn’t help the laugh that barked out of me. Unless I was very much mistaken, I’d just succeeded in shocking a man who was very rarely surprised.

  The guys chose that moment to trample through the door, and the moment between Chris and I passed as cups of scalding coffee and an assortment of baked goods that I didn’t know the name of were handed around. I could feel Chris watching me, clearly intrigued, so I cast him a wink as I settled back with my dark roast, feeling better than I had in days.

  He was hot. And though it surprised me, I was attracted to him. But what
I wanted was what I had at home.

  I would be fucking glad for this tour to be over, so I could get back there. Because while I loved playing music, it seemed that I loved Adele and Mal more.

  “I’ve had enough of this shit,” Pax muttered under his breath as yet another director touted to be the next hot thing entered the conference room. I said nothing but took an extra-long chug of my coffee.

  I hear ya, bro. None of us had shipped any of the concepts so far, and we were all bleary eyed and just about done.

  To my surprise, though, the forty something, mousy-looking brunette woman caught my attention when she started to talk. The treatment she had prepared included video clips and drawings, and I had to admit, her concept was pretty cool.

  “...And in this scene, I’d like some demonstration of female strength going on behind you. Something a little off the beaten track, something that suggests that the girls you guys might be into are sexy but also strong and unique. I think it will please your fans, and also send a good message to young women, which is insanely important in today’s world.”

  I cast a sidelong glance at Chris; he was nodding for the first time all day. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Synchronized swimmers,” the director replied firmly, showing that she had given this a lot of thought. I could totally see it, the way she’d laid it all out... the band on the side of some community centre pool, rocking out with some crazy choreographed routine behind us.

  But...

  “What about roller derby?” I said abruptly, slamming my empty cup on the table. The band, staged in the centre of a roller rink, while fierce, fucking sexy derby girls went wild around us.

  And in my mind, Adele was at the front of the pack.

  “You and your freak fetish.” Wyatt grinned at me as he tossed his empty cup at the garbage where it bounced off the rim.

  I smiled back cockily. “Like you’d turn one down. In fact, I caught you eyeing up Adele’s team captain when you came to that match with me.”