by Zoey Marcel
But there was another part of her that couldn’t stand the low that being the object of someone’s revulsion brought. Erotic dancing in front of strangers was one thing. Having wild monkey sex with multiple partners in front of people she didn’t know was another.
The very idea made her horny.
It also made her cry.
There was a third option, though. She could accept Heller as he was.
She didn’t know what to do.
Chapter Nine
The next evening Danielle sat in the living room at the McAlisters’ house. The conversation had turned to their wedding—a new favorite topic of hers. She could talk about it all day long. The men supported her ideas, but their main focus seemed to be on planning out the honeymoon.
Men.
She was excited about the honeymoon, but she was especially thrilled about being their wife and wearing a stunning bridal gown.
“So who’s going to be legally married to her?” David asked from where he stood by the fireplace.
“Maybe we should let the lady decide,” Heath said from the loveseat he sat on with the cook.
Cole McAlister sat at a table near the wall writing. She wasn’t sure what. He didn’t join their conversation. Why should he, though, when he hadn’t conveyed any interest in joining their ménage?
He had flipping Tracy back in London and was probably only here visiting for a short while before flying back there to be with her.
It shouldn’t hurt this bad. She shouldn’t still love him. She felt bad for it, greedy, heartbroken that he didn’t love her anymore. Too much time had gone by apparently.
Heller and Kale weren’t here. She wasn’t sure if they were having a boys’ night out or chilling with their biker homies. She needed to give Heller an answer soon. She was still torn.
Trudy, the cook, let out a dramatic sigh, clutching her bosom, like seriously, the breast portion.
What the hell?
“I just love weddings. You must let me take care of the food for you.”
“We’re having it catered,” David told her.
“Oh fine.” Trudy pouted. “What about the cake? You’ve seen my cake-decorating skills.”
Danielle smiled. “She is really good at making cakes look elegant.”
“See?” Trudy said from the loveseat across from Danielle.
David shrugged. “Fine by me, but you’ve got to talk to the bride-to-be.”
“Trudy, will you decorate my cake?” Danielle asked the cook.
This time Trudy placed her hand suddenly on her sternum. “I would be delighted. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it for you. Or you could draw me a picture.”
“Trust me. You don’t want to see me draw. Thank you, Siegfried,” Danielle said when the butler handed a glass of ice water to her.
Siegfried nodded before dispersing the various beverages on his tray around the room.
“Cole is sensational at drawing, aren’t you, Cole?” Trudy stretched her neck over in his direction.
Cole kept his focus on whatever he was writing down. “I’m not terrible at it.”
“Oh, he’s being modest.” Trudy waved him off. “He’s so talented I bet he’d be good at those sketches of wanted criminals to help the police catch them.”
Cole’s lips hitched up at one side like he found the comment amusing, or significant in some way.
“Maybe I can find a picture of the cake I want.” Danielle took a drink from her glass. “Honestly, you guys, I can’t pick between you. Can’t you just flip a coin?”
“Perhaps it would be best if you simply married Heath in name,” Cole said, finally peeking up from his scribbling. “Then my brothers won’t have to kill each other for your affections.”
Heath smiled at her, but he seemed reluctant. “Actually Brighton is supposed to marry Kale, so David is free to have her. I’d feel bad.”
She wondered if maybe Heller and he had some kind of marital arrangement.
Aw! How cute.
David shook his head. “That’s nice of you, Heath, but I think Cole is right.”
“I’ve always been right,” Cole muttered.
David smirked. “I wouldn’t go that far. What do you think, Brighton? You okay with Heath marrying her legally? That way we don’t get jealous with our whole sibling rivalry.”
“Yeah, sure,” Brighton mumbled.
He’d been acting strange lately, uncharacteristically quiet and melancholy.
“Come on, Heath,” David urged. “We’re letting you have her legally. Say yes before I change my mind.”
“Sure, what the hell?” Heath shrugged, throwing a loving grin her way. “Sound good, sugar?”
“It does.” She set her water aside and bounced up to go hug him.
He picked her up while embracing her and spun her around the room.
“Adorable!” Trudy declared. “We must plan.”
David gave her a warning partial smile. “Don’t try to take over her wedding. Danielle has the final say in everything.”
“Oh, how you carry on, sir.” Trudy waved him off. “When have I ever tried to take over a social event?”
“Every one you’ve been to,” he replied.
She laughed. “I’ll restrain myself this time. I just love to bake.”
Siegfried stood near Brighton’s chair and set a cup of hot tea with a lemon wedge on the rim down on the table next to him. Brighton stared down at it, looking depressed or maybe bothered about something.
Danielle half listened to what Trudy was rattling on about, but she couldn’t help noticing the way Cole silently observed them. He wasn’t looking at her. He was watching Brighton and Siegfried. She noticed Brighton flinch a little when Siegfried placed a hand on his shoulder. The butler bent over and must have asked him a question, to which Brighton swallowed and then shook his head without looking at him. Siegfried moved across the room with his tray.
Cole’s gray eyes went immediately to Heath. He’d been looking at the cowboy periodically all evening. Why the hell was he when Brighton was the one who was acting out of character?
Cole wrote something down afterward. Was he penning a novel, or writing down his observations?
“Well, of course it will be in a church,” Trudy said happily.
Heath squirmed. “Yeah, the wedding, but that’s not for a few months.”
“Oh, we must plan the engagement party.” She squealed.
David threw her an annoyed look. “Danielle is gonna plan the engagement party and you’ll help her.”
“Yes, that’s what I meant,” Trudy agreed.
Danielle shook her head with a smile. “Should I be worried?”
“No, because Trudy is going to be behave herself,” David reassured her. “Isn’t that right, Trudy?”
“Mmhmm.” Trudy nodded emphatically with pursed, happy lips.
Danielle let out a light laugh. “Look at her plotting and planning over there.”
Trudy gave her a guilty grin. “Someday you’ll thank me, dear.”
“Hey!” David pointed at her.
“Kidding. Kidding.”
“You let me know if she starts taking over your wedding,” he said with a knowing smile.
“Not to worry. Trudy just wants to help. We’ll make a good team.”
Danielle waited until the others started talking again to pat the couch next to her when Brighton happened to look her way. He gave her a caring smile and came over to sit next to her. They held hands and he laid his head on her chest, still seeming mellow.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah.” He snuggled closer to her. “Thanks for asking.”
Maybe he was just tired.
She felt Cole’s eyes on her and saw him watching them. But it wasn’t with jealousy. The look was one of observation, like he was investigating a crime scene, or trying to solve a riddle.
Then he glanced over at Heath again before getting back to writing. Did he have a secret man
-crush on Heath or something? Maybe that’s why he hadn’t made a move on her since returning from London.
Then again, the way he looked at Heath wasn’t the least bit lustful. Cole seemed more like he was reading him, as he’d been observing Brighton and her. He was such a strange one sometimes.
* * * *
The following night Danielle waited in the main area of Leather & Lace, shaking like a leaf. It was a cold night in early November. The waxing moon bathed the plains in its silver-blue rays, creating a magical autumn setting. 2014 was almost over. Thanksgiving was but a few weeks away.
Yum, yum.
Kale and Brighton were there at the BDSM club with her. Her Dom stood by her and Brighton sat there on one of the couches. Both men wore their street clothes. Kale had wanted Brighton to go shirtless at the club tonight, but he recanted when Brighton used his safe word. Their Dom was always respectful of that, but she could tell he was getting tired of Brighton’s attitude lately.
Kale had texted Heller, telling him to meet him here.
Danielle stood in a dressy, satin flower robe that fell to her thighs. She felt so naked beneath it with only her jewelry on.
Heller walked in, gait powerful and assertive. He really was the manliest thing she’d ever seen, and his macho manner of dressing was a potent aphrodisiac. He had on dark combat boots, black cargo pants, and a blue-gray long-sleeved shirt. It looked like one of those wintertime thermal ones.
His steel face became soft and smitten when he laid eyes on her. “Danielle, what are you doing here?”
“I want to be your old lady,” she said softly.
Slowly, she untied her robe and then shrugged it from her shoulders. The dainty garment fell to the floor, exposing her nakedness and the shimmering rhinestone chain she wore. It wrapped around her neck and framed her boobs like a shelf-bra made of jewelry. Her heavy, pouty breasts were on display. The cool air and the irresistibly lecherous way he devoured her nudity with his eyes caused her nipples to stiffen uncomfortably.
Her areolas crinkled when she felt his dark leer there. His hungry eyes drifted downward, admiring the way the rhinestone harness ran down her belly in a straight line before flaring with a fancy scoop downward on either side and swerving across her full hips to connect in the back.
Her waxed pussy warmed beneath his ogling. She just knew it was glistening with her dew.
She had a pedicure with silvery, disco ball-colored nails. The woman at the salon had insisted she needed it. Danielle found it crazy and fun.
Heller’s deep growl rumbled in his chest as he stepped closer to her, a small dose of male pride lingering in his eyes. “You remember the other half of the bargain? I’m proud of you for this, but Heath’s gotta do his part if you want your outlaw to reform.”
She knew that. It made her sad because she had the feeling Heath might never come out for him.
But when she looked at Heller she had so much love for him in her heart and such intense fleshly desires for him that it didn’t matter if he never left the Princes of Hell MC for her. He was her man and she would stand by him.
“I know,” she said gently. “But even if he doesn’t, just know that I did this for you...because I love you.”
Heller appeared touched when she got down on her knees in front of him. His head went back and he moaned when she kissed his crotch through his pants.
He tipped her jaw so she peered up at him. “Even as a fully patched club member?”
She swam in his dark gaze and ran her hand up his muscly leg. “I love you no matter what.”
His dominance never wavered, but that marshmallow center was disclosed in his thankful eyes. “You are my old lady.”
She returned his loving smile as he helped her to her feet.
Heller’s mouth swooped down on hers. His full, sensuous lips moved over hers again and again. His tongue slithered over her lips, wet and sultry as he demanded entrance. She opened to him, never strong enough to tell him no when he put his mouth on her.
Kale plucked at her nipples, causing them to firm. The movements sent ribbons of sensation rippling through her breasts. Her nipples seemed to be connected to her clitoris, given the charge that sparked there when he touched her that way.
Brighton palmed her mound, absorbing the heat with his hand. It felt so private and naughty to know that people were watching him put his hand on her pussy. He knew the texture of her sex, the fiery heat of it, and the way hot cream seeped from her cunt, betraying her need for him. Her pussy flooded when he pressed his palm more firmly on her there.
Kale latched onto her tit with his mouth and began to suck. His guttural sounds told her he savored the taste of her as much as she enjoyed being suckled by him.
Brighton’s fingers thrummed through her folds, skimming through her silky heat. He pinched her clit and then fingered her pussy, driving her crazy. Moisture pooled in her cunt.
Kale’s mouth made a slick popping sound when he pried himself from her stiff nipple. He poked at her anus with a lube-coated finger, probing her balloon knot and stealing whimpering sounds of need from her. She clenched instinctively on his finger when he invaded her bottom hole.
When Brighton stepped back Heller knelt and parted her cleft. He bathed her folds with his hot, slippery tongue, plunging her into a frenzy of want. His sampling became ravenous as he feasted on her pussy, drawing impulsive moans from her and hot slickness from her channel. She watched in an almost ethereal haziness as he ate her out with fervor, his head bobbing as he lapped up the hot nectar coating her swollen folds.
Everything they did to her inspired depraved urges she wouldn’t have been able to resist even if she wanted to. The lush feel of them created an unquenchable thirst in her for more. She came hard, cunt gushing with the searing intensity of her release. Heller licked up the runoff of her juices, seeming hungry for everything she leaked for him.
She felt a few of the people’s eyes on her. Their invasive leers made her wetter. Heller had been right about her exhibitionist cravings. This was so much better than stripping had been. Dirty dancing had been about taking back her self-esteem. Having sex with three of the men she loved in front of other people was about being a kinky bad girl. It made her feel safe and cherished to know that she wouldn’t be viewed as trash for it, not here. Her men would still respect her even if she was a frisky girl in public sometimes.
Heller stood and the men undressed, except for Brighton. Their bodies had her in a unique state of reverence and animal impulse.
Heller looked hunky and appetizing like he always did. His hard-bodied structure was as divine as it was masculine.
Kale had a brutish, savage quality to his appearance. His rugged face and sinewy body had her wanting to gobble him up.
“Let’s get her on the couch,” Kale decided in his usual take-charge manner. “You’d better take her pussy for obvious reasons.”
He tossed a condom to Heller.
“If it’s all right with you, Sir, Heller’s never been in my ass.”
Kale smiled. “He can have you there if he wants to, but I don’t think you realize how big he is.”
“I don’t mind, Sir.”
Heller’s countenance brimmed with enthusiasm and caution. “You think you can handle it?”
“I’ll try to, Sir.”
“Just Heller.”
“If Heath can take your big cock up his ass, I can.”
“Yeah, but old Heathy boy’s got a horny-as-fuck prostate pleading for me back there. You don’t.”
“Doesn’t matter. I like what I see and I want to be trapped between my two bad boys and my high school sweetheart while you all fill me up and make me take it.”
Heller groaned and Kale grunted, rubbing her butt cheek.
“We weren’t high school sweethearts,” Brighton said. “We were just friends back then.”
“I know,” she replied. “I meant we were secretly in love and just didn’t say anything.”
“I figured.”
>
Why did he seem so android-like? Was he not attracted to her anymore?
While the men donned condoms Danielle sidled up to Brighton.
“Is everything okay, sweetie?”
“I’m fine,” he said in a monotone. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re acting kind of strange. Do you not like the way I look?”
Brighton scoped her body over, an appreciative smile rising. “You look absolutely striking, honey. You know I always love the way you look.”
She rubbed noses with him. “Thanks, baby.”
“I will take your ass soon, babe,” Heller told her, “but not tonight. I want to do it in private because it might hurt and I want time to prepare you.”
She fondled his pecs. “Okay.
Heller lay down on the couch on his back, waiting for her with open arms.
“Would you like to be in Kitten’s mouth or mine, pup?” Kale asked him warmly.
“Danielle’s,” Brighton said with an expressionless face.
He’d been acting weird toward his Dom lately, distant, aloof, and snappy.
Brighton hadn’t said much to her either, but he swore he was fine and he’d been extra snuggly with her.
Danielle straddled Heller and gave Kale a sweet smile. “I love you, Sir.”
Kale smiled fondly at her, caressing her cheek. “I love you back, kitten.”
She lifted up, took Heller’s penis by the root and slid it inside of her when she sank down on his stiff length until she was impaled on it completely and felt his scrotum against her ass.
“You feel so hot and wet and good.”
“Thank you. You feel really good, too.”
She laid a gentle kiss on his lips, easing up when she felt Kale get onto the couch behind her and split her buttocks. He probed her anus until the hole acquiesced and let him in. The tight muscle pinched as it was stretched around his latex-armed dick, but she breathed through the dull burn until he had his cock packed deep inside of her. It took forever and the mission was painful, mind-shattering.