A gentle caress of her hair urged her to open her mouth. Craig’s semi-hard cock slipped out, and she nearly cried out in disappointment. Then he lifted her face and gave her the sweetest of kisses. She wondered if he could taste himself in her mouth, as she tasted her own juices on his. His heated gaze told her that likely he had.
Between her legs, Jackson placed the gentlest of kisses on her thighs. She looked down and read the look of need in his eyes. It was a need that echoed deep within her.
“I need to feel you inside me, husband.”
He moved then, crawling up her body until she felt the press of his hot, hard cock against her pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. “When your delicious cock brushes against my clit, it’s nearly enough to make me come right then and there.”
“Is it, now?” Jackson looked pleased with her words. He moved, a small side to side wiggle, and her labia parted for him, wrapping around his cock the way a lily wrapped around its stamen. “So if I do this, it’ll likely drive you mad.” He thrust, not into her but against her, a slow and sexy kind of dance that spread heat and arousal in equal measure. Anna shivered, because what Jackson was doing to her did indeed have the capacity to drive her mad.
“Oh, yes. That feels...” She couldn’t finish the sentence. She’d have thought that having been so thoroughly pleasured just a few moments before would have been enough. But her sex was greedy for more, her clit becoming swollen and tingling as it begged for another and then another caress.
Jackson looked over at his brother and grinned. Then he looked down at her. “Hang onto me, Bella. I’m going to roll us onto our sides.”
Anna gasped as he did just that, and when Craig pressed against her back and bottom, she whimpered. The heat of them both covered her better than the most expensive blanket, and she moaned in pleasure.
“We want to try something new, Bella. Will you let us?”
Anna had no idea what it was they wanted, but she’d already decided to give them whatever they asked of her. No matter if it was something she’d never experienced, she knew these two men would never hurt her.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Craig kissed her left shoulder, and then together her men lifted her left leg and placed it on Jackson’s hip.
Anna hummed with pleasure as Jackson moved, and thrust his cock into her. She convulsed her inner muscles around his shaft, giving him a welcoming squeeze. She’d learned that first night that this was something her men really liked.
“You feel so good around me, my Bella.” He kissed her, and she opened to him, taking in their combined essence, marveling that such an earthy act of tasting her juices on his tongue could rekindle her arousal so completely.
“Someday, we want to both be inside your body at the same time, sweetheart.” Craig’s words moistened her ear. “We need to prepare you for that day.”
Before Anna could think what he meant, she felt his fingers between the cheeks of her ass. Something slick and cool caressed her anus and she gasped in shock.
“Look at me, love.” Jackson’s command drew her gaze, and she looked into his eyes as Craig played his fingers up and down her bottom, his attention on her rosebud. He smoothed whatever that substance was back and forth over it, making her shiver.
Jackson began to thrust in her with strong, sure thrusts, and Anna felt her arousal once more surging, once again taking over her body.
“I love fucking you, wife.” The words, raw and emotional, gave her great pleasure, and seemed to set something free within her.
“I love it when you fuck me, husband.” The way he kept his gaze on hers amplified the physical. She felt more of the cool gel dribble between her cheeks—and then Craig began to press and press and press against her opening.
The burning sensation caught her unawares, and Anna gasped. Burn morphed into a pain, as her rosebud opened, but it was a pain like no other. As soon as it bit into her, it wrapped itself around her arousal, stroking her nipples and her clit and even her sweet spot inside of her.
“Oh!”
Jackson grinned. “You just gushed more of your sweet juices onto my cock. You like what Craig is doing to you.”
“I...yes.” Anna couldn’t help what happened next. She began a different kind of movement, thrusting against Jackson’s cock, and then Craig’s finger. It was as if she was fucking them both at once—or fucking herself on both of them at once. She wasn’t really sure which and she really didn’t care. All she cared about was feeling more of this deeply thrilling ride.
Eros took over, and Anna panted and whimpered as her arousal soared higher than ever before, as her climax teased her from just beyond reach.
Then Craig breeched her anus, his finger sliding deep, and Anna screamed as wave after wave of rapture covered her. Her men moved in her, fucking her in tandem, and all Anna could do was move and clench and feel. When Jackson began to come, her climax exploded anew. Rapture consumed her, driving her to reach higher, and higher still, and Anna wondered, as the world disintegrated around her, if she would ever be the same again.
* * * *
The woman they escorted back to Dallas was quite different from the one they’d taken to Las Vegas. Though it had only been seven days—tomorrow would be their one week wedding anniversary—Craig believed Anna had already begun to blossom—to really come into her own.
Nothing could have made him happier. All he and his brother wanted was to see her smile, to know that she felt secure in their marriage, that she had no doubt that they loved her.
He swept aside the tiny voice that nagged him to say the words to her. He knew that showing was more important than just telling, and thanks to his brother, and the help from his Uncle Nicky, they were about to show Anna how very much she meant to them, and in such a way that the entire world would know she was loved and cherished.
Her mother will choke before we’re through, too. Nothing had burned him more than the way Clara Cooper had treated her own daughter. That cruelty couldn’t, shouldn’t be allowed to stand unchallenged.
“I had no idea this was where you lived. Oh, the view is breathtaking!”
It was the first time that Anna had been inside their penthouse overlooking the city of Dallas. He came to stand beside her. “It is pretty, especially at night with all the city lights and Christmas lights decorating the city.”
“I love the house in Lusty, but I understand why it’s necessary to stay in the city.”
“It’s a two and a half hour drive,” Jack said. “I hear that folks in California have that kind of a commute every day. So there’s no reason why we can’t head to Lusty every Friday after work, if you’d like to.”
“I would like that, as long as y’all aren’t too tired to make the drive.”
“If it will make you happy, sweetheart, then that’s what we’ll do.” He led her through the penthouse, and felt his chest swell with pleasure when she complimented everything.
As they headed down the hall, she looked in at the two bedrooms, doors open, one on each side. She turned to him, and he read the question in her eyes.
“Until today, that was my bedroom, and that one was Jack’s.” He pointed at each in turn. “We didn’t use the master suite, of course, because there was no need to. That bedroom is meant to be shared with our wife. While we were in Las Vegas, we had the staff move our things into that room. Of course, the suitcase of yours we dropped off on our way to Lusty on Christmas Day has been unpacked in there, too.”
“I have to confess I felt a little funny about that—just dropping things off for others to put away. I also wondered what the people here at the Kendall Plaza would think—you were right, I suppose, when you said that outside of Lusty we had to present a more traditional family model.”
Craig nodded. “Mother mentioned that you’d asked about that. But in this case, you don’t need to worry. The concierge staff is employed by the families. Those who are assigned to the penthouse suites have been with us for years, and they
understand the unique nature of our lifestyle,” Jack said. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed, Bella.”
“I don’t know if it was embarrassment that I felt so much as a desire to not cause any problems for us. Of course, I really am used to seeing to my things myself. I don’t want to offend you, but I’d just as soon not have a household staff.”
“Trust us when we say we’re not offended. You might have noticed that the women in the family by and large feel exactly the same way.”
“It’s only Grandmother Chelsea who has someone acting as caretaker, now that she’s a bit older.”
“Good. I don’t mind staff if there’s a need. I guess it’s because for Mother, having a maid, and a housekeeper-cook were status symbols for her. She would never think to cook a meal or even make her own bed herself anymore. Such actions she now considers beneath her.” Anna sighed. “I just don’t want to ever be like her.”
“Trust me, darling. You’re nothing like her at all.” Craig ran his hand down her back, anxious to ease her fears. It amazed him that she didn’t see the loving and giving person she was.
“I hope not. My mother and I are polar opposites in almost every aspect of our lives that I can think of.”
“We understand and appreciate that.” Craig brushed aside the slight shiver of unease. “We simply used the staff here, because I knew we’d be coming in late tonight. I thought we might be too tired to deal with everything ourselves.”
“Thank you for that. It is nearly bedtime.” She nodded toward the closed door at the end of the hall. “Do I presume that there’s a very large bed and beautifully decadent bathroom behind these doors?”
Since she was smiling, Craig grinned. “You do. Sweetheart? As with the house in Lusty, if there’s anything here you don’t like, please feel free to change it. This is your home now, and we want you to be comfortable here.”
“So far, everything has been just perfect, but thank you for the offer.”
Jack opened the door and she stepped into the room. Craig hoped she really did like the décor, but only because he wanted her to be happy. Neither he nor Jack had any compunction whatsoever about spending whatever amount of money necessary to that end. They had more money than they could spend in three lifetimes. What better use of it than to please their wife?
“That dresser there is yours.” Craig pointed to the large piece, complete with mirror attached. “As is the right side of the walk-in closet.”
Anna turned toward the double doors Craig indicated.
“The entire right side is mine? Oh, I don’t have very many clothes at all that I need an entire...” Anna opened the door as she spoke, and then turned to look inside the room.
Craig met his brother’s grin, and then together they turned their attention back to Anna. They hoped she liked the surprise they’d arranged.
“What are these? These aren’t my things.”
“Charlene at Saks Fifth Avenue chose a number of outfits for you—at our request. We knew you didn’t have a formal gown, and since we’re going to the Texas Grand Ball on New Year’s Eve at the Carstairs, we had her send over a few gowns for you to try. It is, after all, just a couple of days away. Anything you don’t like or want can easily be returned.”
“There’s more than that here. Good Lord, there’s an entire wardrobe full of new clothes. This must have cost you a fortune!”
Craig wondered if he was the only one who felt uneasy right then. A look at his brother assured him that Jack felt it, too.
“We wanted to give you pretty things,” Jack said. “We know our money isn’t the least bit important to you. It doesn’t mean that much to us either, as we’ve always lived off what we ourselves have made, and like you, we tend to live fairly frugally. We want to do this for you, Bella. We can’t help it. We want to give you things.”
“I see. Well, of course...I’m sorry. I’m being very rude. Thank you, both of you. This was very kind of you. I truly didn’t expect you to go out and buy me clothing.”
“You don’t have to thank us, sweetheart. We only want to make you happy.”
“Yes. Yes, I can see that you do.” Then she turned and tilted her head. “You said we’re going to the Texas Grand Ball?”
“We’re invited every year,” Craig said. That statement was true, if the “we’re” was the families as a whole. Craig didn’t tell her that he and Jackson had never attended the event—that they were only going this year for her.
“I think my parents will be attending that same ball this year.”
Craig knew for a fact they were, but he said nothing. Fortunately his brother jumped right in.
“It’s one of the premier social events of the season,” Jackson said. “But what we like about the event the most is the charitable aspect of the evening and the organization behind it. Money that’s raised through tickets and donations go to a lot of worthwhile local charities.”
“Yes, I did hear the organizers are very proud of their ‘good works.’”
“Sweetheart, if you don’t want to attend because your parents will be there...” Craig didn’t finish that sentence. Of course, if she insisted, they’d give the ball a miss. But he and Jack had a few more surprises lined up for Anna, so they really hoped she would go along with their plans.
“No! No, I understand that it’s an important event.” Anna inhaled deeply, and then let it out.
Craig kept his eyes on her face, trying to read her emotions, and found in this instance, he couldn’t. Then she smiled—what looked to him like a self-depreciating smile.
“I also know that you’d be supporting the work they do because of the work they do, and not for the cachet of being associated with such a prominent organization.” She nodded toward the clothing. “And there really isn’t much time, is there, between now and then? Only a scant few days. So, I really should show my appreciation and say thank you for thinking ahead and taking the worry out of what I’ll wear to the ball. I’m certain there’s something here that is bound to be just perfect for the evening.” She turned and gave him, and then Jack, sweet but too brief kisses. “I’ll try these on tomorrow, early in the morning, to make sure that they fit.”
Craig returned her bright smile and wondered why it didn’t sit as happily on him as he’d thought it would. He chalked the strange feeling up to being tired. Likely in the morning, everything would feel better—good, and happy, and right.
Chapter 16
Anna breathed a sigh of relief as her men left the penthouse, the door closing softly behind them. She needed this little bit of time to herself—the first real time she’d had to herself since she’d become a married woman. She had every intention of doing exactly what she said she’d do. She’d take a look at the gowns they’d purchased for her, and would choose one to wear on New Year’s Eve—just a few days away.
“You need to get your head on straight, Anna Jessop.” Hearing her voice echo in the empty apartment pulled her out of her mental ramblings. Then she laughed. Why not talk to herself out loud? It was something she had always done in her head, all her life anyway. And it wasn’t as if there was anyone here to hear her. “Well if I’m going to do this, I need another cup of coffee.” Fortunately, the coffee machine in the kitchen worked quickly, and in just a few minutes she had a steaming cup of liquid reinforcement. She carried the cup into the bedroom with her and set it on the bedside table, and then, girding her loins, she headed to the closet.
Anna decided to pull out all the formal wear first. That was priority, considering the ball was going to be here before she knew it. It didn’t matter what emotions were churning through her at the moment. The truth was, she needed something appropriate to wear to the event, and that was that.
Images of the dresses her mother had purchased for her so recently flooded her mind. If her men had ordered similar ill-fitting slutty dresses, she didn’t honestly know how she’d react.
She laid the glittering gowns on the bed, one by one, and exhaled in relief when s
he realized none of these dresses looked the least bit trashy.
Using the mirror, she held them up in front of herself, one at a time, and noticed something else as well. They really were quite pretty, and the color of each one—three in jewel tones, and two that were softer pastels—looked good against her skin tone.
When she held the sapphire colored gown up, she couldn’t help but notice how deeply blue her eyes appeared, and how the color of the dress made them sparkle. Since she’d always considered her eyes to be her best feature, she set that gown aside as a definite possibility.
In the end, she tried on two of the five gowns—the sapphire one, and the soft, peach toned sheath. Both gowns were very pretty. Neither of them had too much flounce, or too many frills. Both fit well, had empire waists, and not only felt good on her—they looked good on her.
“All right, the sapphire gown it is.” As she hung the dresses back in the closet, she turned her attention to something she hadn’t noticed the night before—a shoe rack, filled with shoes, all brand new, and drawers built in to the corner of the closet—drawers with glass fronts that showed her an array of various accessories. It was the collection of handbags in the top drawer that snagged her attention.
Anna only owned two sturdy purses—or she had prior to getting married. One was in black leather which she used in the winter, and the other was a lighter colored one she switched to on Easter Day. But neither of them would really go with the sapphire gown. Opening the drawer containing the evening bags, she chose a silver beaded one, thinking it matched the slight silver accents on the dress. An added bonus was it was big enough for the things she would need to put into it.
The shoes were also in her size, and, thank God, none of them had those four to six inch stiletto heels that were all the rage.
A silver-gray pair of dress pumps with a satiny sheen drew her eye. When she slipped them on and tried to walk, it was as if her feet were cushioned in air.
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