by Brandi Evans
I was about to respond, but Sir pressed the sweetest, the softest of kisses to my mouth. My body threatened to melt.
When Sir pulled back, his expression had shifted again. No more sweetness, no more softness painted his face—just desire.
"Turn around, little sub," Max commanded, "and drop to your knees. Then, open your sexy little mouth so you can thank Garrett for giving you that orgasm."
"Yes, Sir." The words barely escaped the growing lump in my throat. Yearning and lust coalesced like accelerants in my bloodstream. The effect drove me nearly as wild as Garrett's expert fingers.
Garret's liquid chocolate eyes reflected the same deep need pumping through me. I was about to drop to my knees as instructed when he cupped his big hand around the back of my head and kissed me deeply and thoroughly.
I groaned into his mouth. God, I loved the way Garrett kissed. The lazy way he used his tongue drove me absolutely wild. He kissed as if he had all day to do it. He made my head spin.
When he finally broke the kiss, he took two steps backward and fisted his erection. He gave his cock a few pumps in invitation.
Dropping to my knees, I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Garrett was thicker than Max but not as long, but god, I wanted him.
Not for the first time, I wondered what it would feel like to have him somewhere other than my mouth. Since I'd been with Max, Garrett had been the only other man I'd ever wanted to have sex with. Garrett had been there the first night Max and I had become lovers, so of course, Garrett held a special place in my heart—and in my fantasies.
From behind, a hand tangled in my hair, but I didn't flinch.
I didn't flinch.
The revelation hit me like a fist to the gut. I'd been so engrossed in the moment, in the way Garrett stroked himself, that the unexpected touch hadn't sent me reeling. I'd been so smothered in the heat of the moment that anxiety had lost its hold over me. I wasn't stupid. The reprieve wouldn't last, but it was a tiny victory. And like Dr. Marcus often told me, lots of small victories eventually won wars.
"Don't move a muscle, little sub," Sir instructed. "Not until Garrett says. Do I make myself clear?"
Mmm… this game again.
I fought a smile. If I said, 'Yes, Sir,' I'd be punished; speaking required movement. If I didn't respond, I'd be punished; not responding appropriately to my Dom was unacceptable. I had no way out of this that wouldn't end in punishment, and I was okay with that. After so long without Sir and the emotions he stirred, I felt wild.
I said nothing.
I did nothing.
I simply waited…
"Cheeky, little sub." Max pulled my head back. He wasn't gentle, per se, but he didn't hurt me, either. He walked the line like an expert aerialist. "Garrett, why don't you show my sub what we do to cheeky subs?"
"My pleasure." With Max still holding my hair, Garrett cupped the underside of my jaw and shoved his cock so deep into my mouth that his tip tapped the back of my throat. He didn't tease or torment as Max often did. As soon as he was in, Garrett started thrusting, fast, hard, relentless strokes that had my eyes watering.
I swallowed furiously to keep from gagging and, somehow, still managed to suction my lips around him. Max stroked my throat as his friend fucked my mouth. The action was soothing, a counterpoint to Garrett's powerful thrusts.
"What would you like me to do, Sir?" Karen asked, her voice liquid velvet.
"Get the bed ready," Max ordered. "We won't be here much longer."
"Yes, Sir," Karen said.
At the same time, her husband said, "Good. As much as I love using her mouth, I'd much rather use my mouth on her, especially knowing how wet having a dick in her mouth makes her. I bet she's fucking dripping right now."
One hand remaining in my hair, Max speared my sex with the fingers of his opposite hand and pressed inside me. "You'd win that bet, my friend," Max said. "Her cunt is wet."
"Fucking A."
Garrett increased speed, and Max began drawing slow circles over my clit. The combo was lighter fluid on an already raging inferno.
The orgasm hit even as Karen said, "Bed's ready, Sir."
I barely heard the words over the blood pounding between my ears. I yanked against the onslaught of sensations. I considered it a fucking miracle I didn't bite Garrett as the climax rolled through me.
I was still spasming when, one hand still in my hair, the other still rubbing me, Max pulled me to my feet. My knees threatened to buckle, my legs to give out. I was relieved when he tossed me on the bed—or quite possibly, I fell on the bed. The relief, however, was quickly replaced by another shot of lust when Garrett rolled me onto my back, yanked me until my ass was hanging off the mattress and buried his face between my thighs.
"Fuck!" The word leaped from my mouth as my orgasm rocketed higher. I pushed at Garrett's head. "Too much. Too much."
Garrett didn't even slow down. He ate me deeper. God, his tongue was everywhere. In me, on my clit, in me again.
I was about to try pushing him away again when Sir grabbed my hands and positioned my hands over my head, my palms toward the ceiling.
"Kneel on her hands," he instructed Karen.
"Yes, Sir," she said and scrambled onto the bed. She placed a knee on my left hand, a knee on my right. Karen as a restraint, I'd never thought, never considered, never, never—
"Fuck!" I screamed as Garrett sucked my clit into his mouth, scraping it just ever so slightly with his teeth.
My vision blurred as bursts of white lights flashed and exploded behind my eyes. This was it, I briefly thought, this was how I would die.
I still couldn't see—or think straight—when someone sat me up and kissed me hard. It took my pleasure-addled brain a few moments to realize Max's mouth was on mine, a few more moments still to get my tongue to engage, but when I did, I kissed him right back. Our tongues tangled in a frenzy of emotion; it was a battle I'd lose. The loss, however, would be exquisite.
When he finally pulled back, he yanked me to my feet and spun me so I faced the bed. Karen and Garrett knelt together in the center of a mattress as big as the one in his—our—bedroom. Garrett was behind his wife, kissing her neck as he finger-fucked her the way he'd done to me, the way Max had, too. Karen had her head against Garrett's mountainous shoulder, and she thrust her hips madly against his hand.
Seeing them together sent a full-body shiver dancing through me, both the sight of what they were doing and the sight of tattoos—his and hers—that blended together. Karen and Garrett didn't wear wedding bands. Instead, they'd opted for something more permanent. She'd designed the two full sleeves of tattoos along his arms, and he'd designed the delicate latticework tattoo curving around her belly to her hip. Individually, each tattoo was a work of art, but like this, with his arm crossing her stomach, the web of ink looked like one piece of artwork. It was quite stunning. They were stunning. The way they loved each other was stunning.
"Garrett," Max said, "get on your back. I want to see your sub ride you while you get a second go at licking my little sub's pussy."
Garrett chuckled, but he didn't move to obey—just kept nipping at his wife's neck, kept working her sex. "Oh, I'll eat her pussy… just give me a second here. I've almost got her."
Before he'd finished the sentence, Karen's mouth froze in an "O" shape, and her body spasmed in a series of rhythmic jerks I'd already experienced multiple times tonight.
Max toyed with my nipples as Karen quivered. She was lovely in orgasm, so beautiful, in fact, that my internal body temperature climbed again. By the time Garrett's hand finally stilled, I feared I was already on the verge of coming again.
Garrett kissed his wife before tugging her with him as he lay on his back. He fastened his hands around her delicate waist and dragged her onto his groin as Sir positioned my knees on either side of Garrett's head so I faced Karen. Garrett released his wife's waist and took hold of me, pulling me down. At the first hint of his lips on my labia, Karen gripped the base of his co
ck and started the long, slow slide onto his thick erection. I watched her, enraptured as she let out a groan when he was fully encased inside her.
Max dipped his head and gave her right nipple a quick, suckling kiss as she began grinding her hips at a rapid pace. Her pert breasts shimmied as she moved, and I almost reached out to brush a finger over one of them, but Sir spoke, breaking the spell that had woven around me.
"I have a fun game, little subs…" Simultaneously, he stroked his index fingers along the sides of our necks. "It's called Who gets the pleasure of sucking my cock?"
Unable to help the smile seizing control of my face, I looked at Karen. Her eyes were glassy—she was already nearing climax again—but the sexy, challenging grin curling her pink lips piqued my inner competitor.
She winked at me. "Game on," she murmured.
"Game fucking on," I repeated.
Using his thumbs, Garrett peeled away the hood covering my clit, and I swore I could feel him shudder. "Glory hallelujah, she's dripping on me."
Never taking my eyes off Karen, I gave Garrett's chest a sweet caress and rolled my hips. "You're welcome."
His laughter rumbled against my pussy moments before he swirled his tongue into my opening. On a long, bliss-filled groan, my head fell back, and my jaw went slack. The next thing I knew, Max shoved his cock deep in my mouth, his erection heavy on my tongue.
"Mmm." Instinctively, I closed my lips around him and sucked him deeper.
Max clasped my head between his hands, pulled me toward him, and started pumping. His erection tapped the back of my throat with each thrust. Not that I minded. I loved pleasing Sir because he always made sure to return the pleasure I gave him tenfold. Besides, I was already ahead of him by, what, two orgasms?
Karen dipped her head and sucked Max's balls. On a groan, he yanked his cock from my mouth and shoved it into hers. Even with the cock ravishing her mouth, she managed something close to a smile.
Oh, I don't think so, sweetie.
I planted my left palm against Garrett's chest so I could dip my head lower. With my other hand, I cupped Max's balls and drew a stone into my mouth. I sucked harder still until I had all of him, every millimeter of him, in my mouth. Jostling his balls around with my tongue, I worked him as if I were the agitation cycle on an erotic washing machine, and he'd set the cycle to heavy-duty.
"Goddamn it." Max's voice was a tortured groan as he pulled out of Karen's mouth and jammed his erection back into mine.
Victorious, I sucked him madly; he thrust with the same maniacal pace. I wanted to send him barreling over the edge, and I knew just the way.
Fighting my own pleasure—dear god, the things Garrett was doing with his fucking tongue were worthy of medals—I wrapped a hand around the base of Sir's erection and yanked my head back. Before he could say anything, I drew his glans over Karen's bottom lip. My gaze locked with hers, and I knew she understood.
Together, we kissed, licked and nipped at Max's erection. I drew my lips up and down his length, and she mirrored my movements. She pressed her palm to my cheek as we teased Sir. My skin heated where she touched me. The shiver that followed surprised me to my core, and when our lips brushed, Sir's cock still between us, I found myself wondering what it would feel like to kiss another woman, to feel the softness of feminine lips against mine.
Whoa.
Another climax shot through me. Pleasure pulsed out in frenzied waves, originating in the spot where Garrett had sucked my clit into his mouth, and I screamed. Max bent and captured my cries with his mouth, all while Garrett continued sucking my clit. He batted the bud around with his tongue, pushing my orgasm upward until I couldn't fucking breathe.
Ecstasy suspended the air in my lungs. My muscles went rigid. Fearing I couldn't hold myself up another second, I braced my palms on Garrett's chest and tried not to fall, to keep my sex against his mouth as long as I could, but without warning, Max took me by the waist, yanked, and positioned me across Garrett's chest. Max slammed his cock into my trembling sex and fucked me with nearly uncontrolled passion.
Whack, whack, whack.
My taut nipples scraped against Garrett's chest with each thrust, and I heard Karen's gasp. She wasn't a screamer like me. Her orgasms were quiet, but I could feel her shaking, especially when she rubbed soft hands over my back. I reached for her and touched her thigh as we came together, all four of us, in this beautiful moment.
Something pulled me from dreams, and for once, it wasn't haunting images of Théo Roux.
Night blanketed the room. Still half asleep, I reached for Max, but the body next to me wasn't his, wasn't even male. The skin was much too soft, the frame much too delicate.
Karen.
Her and Garrett's monstrous bed felt too big without the other half of our quartet. Gently, careful to keep from waking her, I sat, looked around, but found no trace of our other halves.
With its cream-colored walls, save for one with an orange-brown paint that complimented the exposed wooden beams along the ceiling, the space matched the rest of the house: sparsity interspersed with exquisitely framed paintings, all Karen's.
One of the bedroom windows was thrown open, and unease filtered over me as real as the salty sea breeze. I'd fallen asleep with a window open? How easily, even with Max's security detail, would it have been for Théo to—
No. Don't go there.
I wouldn't think about him. I wouldn't. I'd just go find Max and slide into his arms. I'd be fine then. I always felt safest wrapped up in him.
I eased from the mattress and found Max's button-down in a pile on the distressed hardwood floor. I grabbed the material, pulled it around me, and started searching for Max.
Save for a few scattered nightlights, darkness clung to the air. The lights pushed away just enough shadow for me to find my way through the unfamiliar space without stubbing my toe or whacking my shin. No one sat in the living or dining rooms. I was about to head to the entertaining room where we'd shared dinner, but the muffled sound of men's voices tickled my ear. Familiar voices. Had they been what had pulled me from sleep?
Reversing direction, I followed the sound until I came upon the gentle glow of light streaming from beneath a cracked door. I'd about reached the door when Max's words froze the blood in my veins. Even muffled through the partially open door, they terrified me.
"An inspector from Hampshire Constabulary approached me after I was alone with Mum. He wanted my permission to do a drugs panel."
There was a pause, punctuated only by the scrape of what sounded like someone dragging the legs of a chair over the hardwood floor. When Garrett responded, his voice was equally soft, but worry blended in every word.
"I don't understand. Does he suspect foul play? I thought your mum just fell victim to her coma."
"That's what I thought, too, but the inspector says someone who took care of Mum—he wouldn't give me the name—came to him and said she was showing no signs of getting worse. Nothing indicating a sudden downturn. He or she was adamant something was wrong. Said there'd been someone lurking in the garden a few days before everything happened."
My heart rate kicked up—so did my anxiety—but I shook my head. No, don't go there. But my thoughts were already racing down Panic Boulevard, headed straight toward a reality I didn't want to be true.
"You think this person saw Théo?" Garrett asked.
Théo.
My knees buckled, and the familiar, hated sensation of being hooked to a low-volt battery streamed through me. My lungs seemed to suddenly forget how to move oxygen, and my heart rate skyrocketed. I reached out to steady myself before I hit the ground.
Breathe, I told myself. Fucking breathe.
Lights twinkled at the edges of my vision, but I couldn't tell if it was the lights or the darkness closing in on me faster. The world teetered on its axis, and a hot, searing heat rocketed to all points in my body.
Max and Garrett continued speaking in those hushed tones, but I couldn't make out the words anymore.
The roaring between my ears was too intense. My heart banged like a deranged drummer against my sternum until it felt as if I would explode—or my sternum would crack.
Stop, I ordered, lungs burning, heart pounding. Stop.
I wrenched my eyes closed and tried to picture the closet where Dr. Marcus told me to store the bad thoughts, but the closet was blurry. I couldn't get it to focus, but then, I caught the hint of the sound of waves drifting in through some open window or door.
Like I'd done before, I timed my breathing with the gentle rhythm. Pressing my forehead and palms flat against the wall, I focused only on the waves as they rushed in and retreated, rushed in and retreated, rushed in and retreated.
Rushed in.
And retreated.
I pictured myself standing at the edge of the water and took the image of Théo's face, of the letter opener he'd held the night he'd attacked me, and when the water rushed past my feet, I placed the image atop the water and let it retreat out to sea and out of sight.
I repeated the act until the roaring between my ears quieted to a gentle hum, and I could make out the sound of their voices once again.
"Have you told Bree?" Garrett asked.
Only silence answered him back.
In my mind's eye, I could see Max shaking his head and getting that look on his face, the one where his nose wrinkles and a little dent forms in the center of his forehead.
"Goddamnit, Max. You've got to stop keeping things from her, or it's going to fuck everything up."
"Don't you think I know that!" Although the tambour in his voice said his was shouting, his words were still barely above a whisper. "You didn't see her after the attack, when the fear started to set in."
"The hell I didn't! I was there, too, remember? Karen and I both were. We saw it. Granted, it's worse than we thought, but we saw it."
"She flinches when I touch her, Garrett. Not every time, thank god, but she flinches. Being with me has done that to her."
"But you didn't do that to her."
"Didn't I? I may not have attacked her, but my fucked-up past did."