Sex was something he’d had a lot of, especially in the last two years since Scott had claimed him. Combine that with the training he’d received on control and orgasm denial and he should have been able to keep going for hours. Pleasuring her, stroking her, filling her with his cock again and again should have been easy.
But as she thrashed beneath him, coming all over his dick as he shuttled inside her pulsating core, there wasn’t anything he could do to hold back the orgasm racing down his spine.
His harsh shout chased hers around the room. It echoed off the ceiling. He came with her, filling her pussy with his seed. The top of his dick erupted inside her and he couldn’t find it in him to care that he wasn’t wearing a condom.
He marked her inside and out, claiming a piece of her, unable to stop his hips from flexing over and over. The sensations were too good to stop, but he was going to collapse if he didn’t regroup.
He rolled with her, moving them both to their sides, keeping his throbbing shaft buried inside. He hugged her close, tucking her bound hands against his chest. Her exhale tickled his chest and he kissed the top of her head.
“Sorry I was so rough.” He rubbed her side, chastising himself for not even getting her to a bed.
She strained to cover his mouth with hers, kissing him, smiling against him. “I umm…like it rough apparently.” She locked on him again. He shallowly thrust in and out, spreading his cum inside her.
Probably should have talked about protection, but he was clean. He and Scott got tested regularly, and if she got pregnant? The thought definitely didn’t freak him out near as much as he expected it to.
He couldn’t help but get hard again thinking about Scott watching. He’d seen him stroking his thick hard-on a few feet away while Kyle made love to Haleigh for the first time.
“It was perfect and intense and…I want to do it again.” His cock twitched anew with her eagerness, but he withdrew and rolled beside her. Scott was there immediately. He kissed Kyle then scooped Haleigh up, tossing her on the bed on her stomach.
He hooked her wrists on the headboard, spreading her legs. She gasped in pleasure as he plunged inside.
Kyle struggled up onto shaky legs, making his way over to watch his Dom and his…woman going at it.
Sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
The arch of Scott’s back, the way his ass clenched on every thrust. Haleigh’s mewled shouts as she writhed in pleasure. The whispered words between them. He knew how Scott sounded all sexed up.
Commanding. Dominant. Growly with his characteristic hint of rough-edged sexy.
He caught sight of Scott plunging in and out of their girl’s tiny pussy, making his cock spring to attention. Bet she loved feeling Scott’s piercing inside her pretty core.
Kyle sat on the bed close to Haleigh’s head and moved her hair out of her face. She moaned when she saw him, craning her head toward him. Begging with her eyes for him to touch her. Even if she couldn’t speak, he heard her. If he wasn’t completely in love with her before then, that clinched it.
He ground his teeth together to keep from saying the words.
“Suck his dick, princess.” Scott’s growled order shot pure lust into Kyle’s veins.
She eyed his cock and ran her tongue along her top row of teeth, glancing up at him then down again. He shifted closer and she dove on his shaft. Licking it, sucking it, nuzzling his balls until he was certain he was gonna blow.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, deciding how much she could get to. He understood for the first time why Scott liked it so much. Being in control. He’d never considered himself a switch before, but it just hadn’t ever been right. With Haleigh, it was. She submitted to them like she was born for it.
“You humble me,” he told her as she sucked him inside again. Her gaze found his and her excitement was palpable. Her pupils were dilated and she was flying high on the adrenaline rushing through her veins.
“Lick the head,” Scott ordered. She complied, making Kyle jerk inside her mouth.
“Fuck,” Kyle cursed. “Your mouth.” He guided her along the shaft of his cock, increasing the speed of his thrusts on each pass. “Squeeze the muscles in your pussy. Suck Scott’s dick inside each time he tries to tug free. He’s fucking you, using my cum as lube. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Scott groaned and slapped her ass cheek. She shrieked, closing her lids in pleasure, squeezing them tight. “You’re pussy’s milking my dick. I’m gonna fill it with my cum. You’ll have a piece of both of us inside you. Claiming you. You’re ours. All ours.” He lifted the bottom half of her body by her thighs and fucked her so she had no control on how deep he could get.
Kyle had to hold her hair and jaw in place to keep the rhythm going. Her coordination was shot and her body tightened like a stretched rubber band. When the tension snapped she was going to fly.
“Lock your ankles behind me and squeeze me with your thighs,” Scott ordered. Haleigh complied, as best she could, so Scott could spank her again. “Your ass is so damn pretty, red from my hand.”
“Oh fuck.” The smacks on her lily-white skin. The wet sex noises filling the air did him in. “Scott, can I come? Please, fuck, let me come. Her mouth, it’s so…perfect.”
“Come, Kyle. Fill her mouth. Show her how much you love being with her.”
An orgasm raced up Kyle’s legs, exploding out the head of his dick. He thrust sporadically into her mouth, feeding her his cum. She swallowed, moaning as each spurt burst across her taste buds.
He had to convince his grip to unclench from her hair. He collapsed on the bed. With the last of his strength he rubbed her clit in tight circles, using her own arousal to get her off. He reached a tiny bit farther every few strokes to feel Scott’s dick as he plunged it inside her.
“I’m gonna come again. Oh, God…please let me come, Sirs. I can’t stop it, please…”
“Come.”
“Come for us,” the men commanded at the same time.
She yanked against the cuffs holding her immobile, opening her mouth in a soundless scream. Scott screwed into her tight pussy ruthlessly, while Kyle rubbed her clit. She didn’t stand a chance.
Kyle smiled at the thought.
“Fffuuuccckkk…” broke the tense silence as Scott came inside her. He bucked against her, thrusting deep, grinding his balls against Kyle’s palm.
Kyle handled them both, plucking at Haleigh’s clit then cupping Scott’s balls. “Keep…doing…that,” Scott ground out.
Cum leaked out of Haleigh’s pretty pussy onto Kyle’s fingers and he used it to slide across her clit a few more times.
Scott arched, holding himself inside her until they both stopped twitching. He laid her on the mattress, lifting her wrists free from the hook on the headboard, then collapsed on the far side. Kyle removed the cuffs from her wrists and tugged her close.
He knew exactly the high she was flying. If he didn’t hold her tight she’d probably fly up to the ceiling and float for a few days.
Scott rolled over, spooning her. He rested an arm across the dip of her waist, settling his hand on Kyle’s side.
“Fucking rush, isn’t it?” Scott asked, his eyes already closing.
Kyle smiled and brushed hair off Haleigh’s cheek. Her tiny mouth opened on a sweet sigh.
He had to concentrate to form a coherent response. “Like nothing I’ve felt before. Is that what it’s like for you? When you’re inside me?”
“Hell yes.” He squeezed his side. “She’s the only other person I’ve felt that rush with.”
Kyle got up, brought two washrags in, tossed one to Scott then used the other to clean up Haleigh. She let him raise her leg so he could clean between them, and her slightly flushed pink flesh called to him. He couldn’t wait to have her again. He tossed the washrags in the bathroom then climbed back in, covering all three of them with the comforter from the end of the mattress.
Naked in bed with the two people he wanted most in the world. Best way to fall a
sleep he’d ever had.
Tomorrow was going to be a great day.
Chapter Nine
The mood in Kyle’s truck the next morning as they made their way over to the shop was quiet in a nice kind of way. Scott hadn’t come with them; he had to help Chris and Jared. Come to find out, they not only owned CJ’s Bar but The Library as well.
Small world, she thought to herself.
“I wish you would have shown me all of the scars last night,” Kyle prompted. She couldn’t think of anything to say, other than she was glad she hadn’t eaten breakfast yet. “It won’t change the way I feel about you. You get that, right?”
She cleared her throat, desperately trying to find the right words. “Last night changed me. It showed me a whole new world ready to be discovered. I didn’t want to taint it, showing you something I find so awful. I wish I was beautiful for you. For Scott. You deserve that.”
“Come here,” Kyle ordered. He unsnapped her seat belt and urged her to slide next to him on the bench seat. She scooted closer, re-buckling beside him. His arm was warm across her shoulders. He hugged her and smelled like a little slice of heaven.
“Do you want to know what I see looking at you?” Kyle asked as he kissed the top of her head. “A survivor. You aren’t a victim, you’re a warrior. With no real support, you fought and won a battle thousands of people lose every day. I am proud to know you. I’m wrecked by what happened between the three of us last night.”
His words sank inside her, settling her nerves. She wished she could believe that wouldn’t change.
“Can I ask a question?” he added after several quiet minutes passed.
“Sure.” It was an automatic answer though. She wasn’t certain she wanted him to.
“Why did you show Scott and not me?”
“It’s not because I don’t trust you.” She peeked up at him and he nodded. His shoulders relaxed and she was glad she’d guessed at least part of the why’s of the conversation. “He didn’t know me before. There aren’t any preconceived notions about me in his mind like there are with you.” He stiffened and she petted his thigh. “We have history together, Kyle. You knew me as the perfect best friend who always had on a new dress. The prom queen, the socialite. I’m not that girl anymore. I’m—”
“Perfect the way you are.”
“I’m not perfect. I’m—”
“Perfect, Haleigh. Just the way you are. Because you’re you. Perfect doesn’t mean anything except what you want it to. And trust me. Your mother’s idea of perfection is more than a bit skewed.”
She tried to see past the swarm of emotions fluttering inside her. “Last night, in bed with you and Scott, was the first time since I was diagnosed I felt someone’s full support. You know…from someone I cared about. And it came from both of you. It scared and excited me at the same time. Having that. Feeling that connection, the bond between us, is that how it always is? It overwhelmed me, and I never wanted it to end.”
He hugged her close, rubbing circles on her arm. The warmth of his hand heated her insides.
“No clue about other people, but I’ve only ever felt it with Scott. And now you. Sex like that doesn’t happen very often.”
Sex. Not love. She needed to remember that. Simply because she loved him didn’t mean he felt the same.
“I don’t want to settle anymore. I’m tired of doing everything for other people, and putting my needs and desires at the bottom of the pile. I want to feel happy in my own skin again.”
“Let us put them on the top of the stack for once. We want you to come to the club this afternoon. Chris is holding a whipping class. Scott and I both want you to be there with us. Scott has a new pair of five-foot hybrid nylon whips he’s been dying to try. So, you up for it?”
“Umm…whips? I don’t know. That sounds scary.”
“It is. But I bet your nipple got hard, just because I mentioned it. And guess what? If I was a rich man I’d bet your pussy got wet too. There’s going to be a lot of stuff you’re afraid of because it’s unknown.” He nuzzled her ear and she leaned her head away to give him better room. He bit her earlobe, making her moan. “You deserve nothing short of wonderful. It’s up to us to show you what you’ve been missing.”
He licked the sting away then focused on the road again. His cocky smirk told her just how smug he was feeling after their night together. She wanted to say something sexy and perfect but didn’t have a clue what that would be. She’d never been able to practice flirting before and loved the thought of getting to start with Kyle…and Scott.
Two men.
Her cheeks heated and she struggled to find something mundane to discuss so she wouldn’t embarrass herself. Wanting to lick on him in the car probably wasn’t safe in a motor vehicle but her gaze flicked to his crotch for a second anyway. She cleared her throat, trying her best to concentrate. “Do we have a few minutes at the shop before I run to my parents’ house for a little bit? I’d really like to take some pictures of your ink. If you wouldn’t mind, of course.”
Kyle barked out a laugh and squeezed her tight. She inhaled his scent and it warmed her like sunshine. “I always did love your formal speech. I want you to talk like that the next time either of us is buried inside you. Bet we can fuck it right out of you.”
“I dare you to try,” she sniffed, trying to cover up her arousal.
“You’re on.”
They pulled into the shop parking lot and had to drive behind the building to find a spot.
“Busy today. Guess it is Saturday, huh? My timing’s been all off since I found you again.”
They made their way inside, and Kyle grabbed her camera bag from the office where Scott had locked it up.
She opened it, picking up the camera, then asked. “I’m sure it’s not my business, but the first night here you and Scott were having an argument. What was it about?”
“Fuck. I completely forgot about my sister’s wedding.”
“Eve or Jillian?”
He tunneled his fingers in his hair, tugging on the ends before answering. “Apparently Jillian’s too busy with her practice for dating, much less marriage.”
“You’ll have to tell Eve congratulations for me. I’m so happy for her.”
“Why don’t you tell her yourself?” he asked.
Haleigh stopped what she was doing, facing him. He looked so unsure, with those ocean-blue eyes pleading with her.
“I’m honored, but what about Scott?”
His eyebrows lowered, and he seemed genuinely perplexed. “What about him?”
“Shouldn’t you be taking him? He is your boyfriend.”
“Yeah, but he wouldn’t want to hang out with my family and be ridiculed all evening.”
“Have you asked him?”
“Well no, but—”
“But nothing. You’ve been together for two years, and I bet he would love to go with you, and not as a friend.”
Kyle started to pace the small confines of the office.
“I’m not saying you have to do it. You don’t even have to decide today, but you shouldn’t assume what he wants. He said he’d been trying to get you to open up. You both deserve the chance to be a couple on your own terms, and I’ll be happy to go with you. But I don’t want there to be bad feelings between you and Scott either. Not because of me.”
“I’ll think about it,” he finally said. She hoped he and Scott could find the common ground they needed to grow and stay together. She also wished for room for one more in that relationship, but she shook her head, determined not to get caught up in an uncertain future.
For once she was going to enjoy the present and let the pieces fall where they may.
“Okay. You ready to have your picture taken?”
Kyle whipped off his shirt, much like Scott had the day before. His longish hair fell almost to his shoulders and she ached to run her fingers through it again.
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
She decided to use Scott’s lin
e and laughed at her brazen flirting. “Anywhere I can have you.”
Kyle’s lips twisted into a sexy smirk. “Lead the way, Butterfly. Lead the way.”
* * * * *
By the time she had taken pictures of Kyle’s ink, along with several other clients’ who were there getting tattoos, she only had a couple hours to go home and get ready.
She took a quick shower, blow-dried her hair and put on some gray leggings over lacy pink panties. Her cheeks flamed, thinking of the guys, of seeing them later. Her heart felt lighter than it had in years, and she was determined to soak up every ounce of living she could. She had a lot to make up for.
A laugh bubbled up inside her as she stood bare-breasted in her closet and for once, she let it out. It bounced away from her, like a child playing hopscotch, and she hugged herself.
Her excitement dimmed a bit when she glanced in the corner where a full-length mirror faced the wall. She’d twisted it around when she’d come home after the first surgery. Seeing the damage done to her in living color was more than she could take on a daily basis.
“No time like the present,” she muttered.
It didn’t take her long to set it right.
She backed up, next to the island in the middle, and stared at herself.
The light from above glinted off her nipple ring. She palmed her breast, running her thumb across her tight nipple. She palmed her other breast, cupping them both, squeezing them together. Kyle’s faint teeth marks from the day before had faded on her augmented breast, but just remembering them made her pussy clench. Heat spread up her torso and she exhaled on a sigh.
She was lucky to have a breast at all and she’d been taking it for granted. Reality stared her in the face and she decided for the first time, it wasn’t all that bad.
With a smile she drew a gray cami over her head and dug through her clothes on a mission. She pulled an off-the-shoulder pink sweater from a hanger. It was several years old but the new tags fluttered from the long sleeve.
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