by Ava Meyers
As her thoughts spiraled out of control, Claire ran wet between her legs, her juices combining with the thick essence of Ty that still clung to her thighs. Rejecting her thoughts, she tried again to move around him. Once more, he stopped her.
Ty’s nostrils flared, as if he’d caught a whiff of her arousal. She flushed, causing him to narrow his eyes. Those same eyes darkened with understanding. With an arched brow and a small smile, he said, “You want him, don’t you?”
Mortified, she automatically shook her head and forced herself to laugh. “What? No. Are you crazy?”
His expression grew serious. “I’m crazy about you, Claire.”
She sucked in a breath. Shook her head again. “I — I —” She didn’t know what to say. She was crazy about him, too, but what had just happened between them had to have been a fluke. A product of adrenaline and this whole weird situation. When they got out of here — if they got out of here —
“You don’t have to say it back. The thing is, though…” He ran a hand through his hair and abruptly stood to pull on his jeans. His movements were efficient. Brisk. His face determined, as if he had formulated some kind of plan he wouldn’t be swayed from. Briefly, he disappeared into the bathroom and she heard water running. He came out, handed her a damp cloth, and red-faced, she used it to clean herself off before he took it and tossed it into a trashcan. Hands on his hips, he stared down at her. He didn’t bother zipping his pants or putting on his shirt.
Her gaze ran hungrily over his body, admiring the muscles that rippled beneath his smooth skin and the light dusting of hair that arrowed into his jeans. As she watched, his penis swelled beneath his pants. She was just about to lunge for him and press her face against the magnificent bulge when he spoke.
“You make me want to prove to you — once and for all — that nothing about your fantasies is taboo as far as I’m concerned. Whether we actually do anything about them, or how we satisfy them or when, is always up for discussion. But you can be honest with me, and I won’t think less of you. All I’ll be thinking is how to give you what you want and how to make you want more than you ever thought was possible.”
She ripped her gaze away from his dick and stared at his handsome face. Wow. Who was this guy? What he was saying was incredible. Too good to be true. She snorted. “Then you’re a rare breed, Williamson.”
Something about her voice must have given her away because he frowned. “Is that why you ran from me? Did some asshole use your fantasies against you?”
“That’s none of your —”
“Answer me,” he snapped, his expression turning grim.
She swallowed hard, then nodded. “Yes,” she said, too afraid by the sudden violence in his eyes to lie to him. “He was an asshole, okay? Can we drop it?”
“Did he hurt you?”
She said nothing, but she obviously didn’t have to.
“What’s his name?”
“Why? So you can hunt him down and kill him?” she tried to tease.
“Yes.” There was nothing teasing about his response. He meant it and the lightning bolt of sensation that knowledge caused in her pussy was just wrong. Wasn’t it?
“No,” she said.
He studied her, not taking his eyes off her even when more thumps and shouts barraged them. “Yo, Ty. Come on, man. Don’t be greedy.”
Ty looked toward the door, then back at her again. “So how about it, Claire? If I fulfill your fantasy…let Luke touch you…will you finally believe I want all of you? The straight and narrow reporter, as well as the kinky wild wanton?”
He was bluffing. He had to be. He was an alpha male, and alpha males didn’t share. Did they? “You really are crazy. Besides, what makes you think Luke would even want to —”
“He’ll want to.” He sounded so certain.
“Want to fuck me, maybe. But that’s not…I mean, yes it would be nice to try something like that once in my life but only if…” Her face was probably cherry red given how hot it felt. She looked away, unable to complete her thoughts.
She heard him approach, and then he was kneeling in front of her. He hooked his finger underneath her chin and tilted her face up, forcing her to look at him.
“Hey, Ty — ” Luke called again.
“Hold up,” he shouted, still looking at her. She trembled and bit her lip. “Say it,” he said.
“No,” she whispered, instinctively unwilling to say what he wanted her to. What she’d almost blurted out on her own.
“Say it, Claire. You want to know what it would feel like to be touched by Luke but only if…what?”
“Don’t.” What did he want her to do? Expose her soul? Hand him the power to hurt her?
“Only if what, Claire?” he asked, his voice growing louder. More demanding. “Damn it, you know I won’t hurt you. Take a chance and tell me.”
As she stared at him, her body naked and her emotions feeling exactly the same way, she finally heard his own vulnerability. Her mind replayed everything that had happened. Everything he’d made her feel since the moment they’d met. Excited. Scared. Horny. Amused.
Protected. Not safe, because the intensity of her response made her fear for her heart, but she’d never felt more protected than when she was with him.
You know I won’t hurt you.
He was right. She did know that.
Maybe it was time to take a chance. On the both of them.
Closing her eyes, she said in a rush, “It would be nice to try something like that once in my life but only if you’re touching me, too. I don’t want him to touch me unless you are.”
The pulse of silence was brief. “Then open your eyes and tell me why that is, Claire. Please.”
It was the please that cinched it. Her eyes popped open and before she knew what she was doing, she raised her trembling hand to his cheek. She caressed him, loving the way he smiled and leaned into her palm. “I — I think I could love you, Ty,” she said. “But I’m scared. Not of you, but of how strong this thing is between us. I tried to let you go, but when I found out Hoyt was gone, that he wouldn’t be here for the initiation, I couldn’t stop myself from coming. I wanted to see you so badly. I’m scared of how you make me feel.”
He turned his head and kissed her palm. “I know you are, baby girl. But believe me, you’ve got nothing to be scared of. Because I know if you’ll let me, I’ll love you, too. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy.”
With that, he stood, walked to the door, then turned to stare at her. He waited for her to protest. When she didn’t, he smiled, jerked the door open, high-fived Luke, then ushered him inside.
***
As Ty locked the door, he heard Luke’s swiftly indrawn breath. Turning, he saw exactly what had prompted Luke’s response. Claire was once more hugging her knees to her chest and she’d turned slightly to the side. With her long hair flowing over her shoulders, she was managing to cover her most vulnerable parts. Nonetheless, her creamy skin, tinged a becoming pink, was displayed to advantage, and the sides of her breasts peeked provocatively out past her knees and arms, jiggling with her rapid breaths. She kept her gaze averted and focused on the wall in front of her.
“Luke,” he said.
The man jerked as if he’d been in a trance and licked his lips. When he turned to Ty, lust edged the other man’s expression before he could wipe it clean. Ty clenched his fists. He hadn’t told Claire, figuring she wouldn’t appreciate the information, but he’d shared the occasional woman with Luke in the past. Before he’d met her. But sharing Claire with this man? Any man?
The idea bothered him in a way it never had before. It was because his feelings for Claire were different. Intense. Possessive. For this one time, however, he would share her. Because he wanted to please her. And more importantly, he wanted her to accept the sensual side of herself that was open to forbidden fantasies. Wanted her to believe he’d always do his best to fulfill them even as he stayed close to make sure she was safe.
“Uh, sorry,” Luke said, then cleared his throat. He held up a palm, as if he sensed the possessiveness running through Ty and wanted to calm him. “Jed skipped out. He took several men with him and told everyone you’re officially a brother. No one’s going to stop you if you take Claire out of here.”
“Did Jed say when he’ll be back?”
Luke frowned. Stole a quick peek at Claire. “Not until tomorrow. I think he’s going to see Hoyt in jail, then take care of some business.”
“Great. So we’ve got time.”
“Time for what?” Luke said slowly.
Claire squeaked, the sound equally mortified and adorable. Ty walked past Luke, bent down, and, lightly clasping Claire’s arms, urged her to her feet. She resisted at first, contorting her body in an effort to hide her nudity. “Shhh. It’s okay, baby. Remember what I said. This is for you. For us. And for Luke, too. Let him look at your gorgeous body. He wants to. Don’t you, Luke?”
Slowly, Claire straightened, turning into Ty and exposing her delectable backside to Luke, who wore a stunned expression. Ty wrapped his arms around Claire and rubbed her back soothingly with his palms. He grimaced when she shifted, rubbing against the erection that had begun to grow the instant he’d touched her.
Luke might have been shocked, but he caught on fast. “Uh, yeah. Of course, I do.” He took two steps forward. Stopped. “I thought you were hot the second I saw you, Claire.”
“Then come closer,” Ty encouraged. “Touch her.”
Flames of desire lit up Luke’s eyes, but still he hesitated. “Are you sure she…? You..?”
Ty tucked his chin down to look at Claire. “Turn around, baby girl. Let’s show Luke what you want. Just this once, okay?” He deliberately emphasized his words while he stared Luke down. The other man held up his palms and nodded, indicating he understood this was a one-time deal. The knowledge did nothing to squelch his arousal; the other man’s jeans were noticeably tighter now.
Claire was silent and stiff in his arms, but then, true to her courageous nature, she lifted her head. She was flushed, breathing heavy, her eyes dilated with desire, her hard nipples poking into his chest. “Ty…” she said imploringly.
He knew what she wanted. Bending down, he took her mouth in a full frontal assault, plunging his tongue into her sweet, honeyed depths in a dominant, hungry way that clearly telegraphed that no matter who he chose to share her with, she was his. Always his.
When he raised his head, she tried to capture his mouth again, but he shook his head. “Turn around.”
His heart raced as she complied and faced Luke.
The other man’s eyes zeroed in on her breasts and Ty gently lowered her arms until they were completely uncovered. Then he nodded.
At Ty’s signal, Luke shrugged off the open button-down shirt he’d been wearing. Then he moved closer to Claire. Ty immediately felt her breaths become more jerky. Nuzzling her hair out of the way, he sprinkled the side of her throat with kisses. She moaned and tilted her head to give him better access.
“Claire’s never been with two men before, have you, Claire?” he murmured.
Claire shuddered and shook her head. Although he couldn’t see her expression, he could tell by the way she leaned back against him and the way Luke looked at her that she was ready to fulfill her fantasy.
“Well, this is your lucky day. ‘Cause Luke here is exceptionally skilled when it comes to pleasing a woman. He’s going to show you what he’s capable of, and in the meantime I…” He released her wrists, stepped back, and trailed his fingers back across her hipbones until he could cup her ass cheeks. She whimpered as he dipped his fingers into the dark crevice, exalting in the heat and dampness he found there. “Oh yeah,” he hissed, plunging two fingers into her core. She cried out and flung her arms out for support, her palms landing on Luke’s chest. “You are so fucking into this. And I’m so fucking into you. Suck her tits, Luke.”
As Luke lowered his head, Claire’s fingers slipped into the man’s short blond hair. He heard the sound of Luke’s sucking a second before Claire cried out in ecstasy. Ty nipped her shoulder as he inserted another thick finger into her, stretching her so her clenching muscles fluttered excitedly around him.
He moved his fingers in and out of her while Luke switched to her other breast. “Is he making you feel good, Claire?”
“Y — yes,” she breathed brokenly.
“That’s good.” After giving her neck one last lingering kiss, he began licking the individual knots of her spine, moving lower and lower until he was on his knees behind her. “Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, his voice far more guttural than it had ever been.
Ty’s mouth was watering to taste her. To lick her and fuck her with his tongue. She spread her legs, and he withdrew his fingers, then immediately swiped his tongue into her moist heat. Her knees almost buckled, but he gripped her hips, helping her stay upright. At the same time, Luke gripped her arms to do the same.
“Oh Ty. Oh my God. It feels so good!”
“I know it does, baby. And you taste so good. Mmm. Like sweet cream and honey. Like —” His next words were muffled as he buried his face against her, the sounds of his and Luke’s joint sucking and slurping like music to his ears.
“I can’t — I can’t stand. Ty. Please!”
At the desperation in her voice, he backed off, stood, and stepped in front of her. As he did, he saw that Luke had lowered his hand and was now cupping her pussy while still going to town on her breasts. Luke looked up at him and released one of her reddened, glistening nipples with a soft pop. Claire cried out again as Luke penetrated her with his fingers. “Oh, man. She’s so tight. I want to feel her around my cock.”
Ty lightly grasped Claire’s face and turned her to look at him. She stared back at him in a daze. “You hear that, Claire? Luke wants to fuck you with his cock. He’s big. Not as big as me, but he’s thicker. You want his thick cock inside you?”
“Y — yes,” she whispered.
“Turn around.”
As she did, Ty reached behind him and grabbed the chair they’d used earlier. He dragged it closer, then shoved down his pants. Gripping his cock, stroking and squeezing it while Claire watched, he sat down. “Remember how I said you were going to go down on me again?”
Claire nodded.
“Come suck me off, Claire.”
Luke moved away from her. As he did so, he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked her juice off of them. Seeing that, Claire swayed on her feet. She blinked, then moved to drop to her knees in font of Ty. “No,” he said, making her freeze. “Stand in front of me and bend over from the waist. Luke will help you.”
She moved hesitantly, unsure of herself, but she bent over and swallowed the tip of his dick in her mouth. Behind her, he heard rustling as Luke shed his pants. “I’m putting on a rubber, Claire.”
She jerked, as if only now realizing the need for protection. As if only now realizing that Ty hadn’t worn one when she’d taken him inside her. He smoothed his hand reassuringly over her hair. This was her fantasy, and reality couldn’t intrude. Besides, he was clean, and if she ended up pregnant as a result of their time together, he’d take care of her and the baby. Forever. Hell, part of him hoped she was pregnant. It would bind her to him in a way he craved.
Luke moved up behind her and grasped her hips. Claire let out a shuddered moan, the sound vibrating around Ty’s cock and making him grimace at the pleasure.
From behind her, Luke moved one hand around to squeeze her breast and support her upper body. Ty raised his own hand and cupped her other breast, synchronizing his movements with Luke’s. Together, they rolled her bountiful flesh in their palms, then pinched and pulled her nipples. Claire went crazy, moving her mouth vigorously on Ty’s dick so that she almost succeeded in taking all of him down her throat.
“Fuck yeah,” he gritted out. “Do her now, Luke. And do her hard.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Claire was certain a person could die from
too much pleasure, and her own demise couldn’t be very far away. She didn’t care. Ty’s fingers were gripping her hair and pulling roughly at times, the sting against her scalp adding a bite of pain that only made the pleasure he was giving her more intense. She moaned at the combined taste of him and the sudden press of Luke’s cock against her pussy.
But rather than entering her immediately, he swirled the head along her nether lips, coating himself with her pussy juice. “Oh man, she’s lubed up,” he breathed. “I’m going to slide right in, Ty.”
“That’s good,” Ty said. Still sucking him, Claire glanced up. His head was tilted back. His eyes closed. Just like he’d been when she’d first walked into the room and seen the blonde giving him head. The thought made her pause, and he immediately opened his eyes and stared down at her. “Take me deeper, Claire.”
She shook her head slightly. She was taking him as deep as she could. She couldn’t possibly fit more of him in her mouth. He pulled on her hair again, and she gasped at the pleasure-pain. “You can take me.” He arched his hips, slowly feeding her more of him. “Breathe through your nose and relax your throat. Ahh. Yeah. That’s right. Oh, that feels so good.”
Spurred on by the obvious pleasure it was causing him, she did as he asked. She forced herself to relax. To breathe shallowly. Until, to her surprise, it was done — she’d taken all of him down her throat. At that very moment, the languorous slide of Luke’s cock against her cleft morphed into something else. She felt her tender opening stretch to accommodate him. Carefully, he inserted his broad, bulbous head inside of her and kept going. In one smooth thrust, he buried himself into her. Hard, just as Ty had said. She moaned.
Ty laughed shakily. “Sounds like she likes what you’re doing, Luke. Don’t you, baby?”