Sassy Ever After: Sassy Faerie Princess (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Nicole Austin

  Brady didn’t disappoint.

  He had no idea what the hell it was, but Brady couldn’t get enough of Serena. Something about her made him want to be sensitive and take care of her. Maybe it was her small, delicate body. Possibly because she appeared so lost and alone. The reason didn’t matter, he embraced the emotions.

  A brief flash of guilt hit him and he considered stopping, waiting until Trevor could be with them. Yet he knew Trevor wanted them to be together.

  Pushing away his errant thoughts, Brady lost himself in the smooth skin beneath his hands, stroking her body until he couldn’t take it anymore.

  He had to have her.

  Moving in behind her, he spread her ass cheeks and let his finger trail down the crevice then rimmed the tight pucker of her anus. It would be heaven to take her there, but not without Trevor. He would save that pleasure for when the three of them were together.

  In a tight, raspy voice he said, “Before long, we’ll fuck your ass.”

  Her body jerked as he continued to massage responsive nerve endings.

  “Has anyone every fucked this tight little hole, Serena?” he asked, excitement at the prospect of doing so driving him wild.

  “Yes,” she gasped as his finger slid inside her to the first knuckle. “Y-yes.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “I-I crave it,” she cried.

  Her answer almost broke his resolve to wait. Brady wanted to throw his fist in the air and shout. Instead, he fought to present a cool, calm demeanor.

  “What if Trevor and I want to take you at the same time, baby? One cock filling your pretty pussy,” he said, reaching around her body to thrust two fingers deep inside. “The other driving into this tight ass.” He thrust in to the second knuckle.

  “Unh,” she moaned, rocking against the hands plundering her body. “Please, Brady,” she cried.

  “What? What do you want, Serena?”

  “F-fuck me,” she begged, stumbling over the word.

  When he pulled his fingers from her slick folds, Serena protested, thrusting her hips toward his hand. Brady laughed. “Shhh. It’s alright, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

  Moving in closer behind her, he nudged her opening with his cock then thrust forward until he hilted. Not giving her a chance to breathe, relax or adjust, Brady took her hard and fast. He held her still with one hand on her hip then added a second finger to the one already in her ass, stretching the narrow channel.

  Her passionate response burned him alive. With little control and no finesse, he drilled into Serena until her slick walls spasmed, milking his shaft, moving him to the brink of pleasure so intense it could drive him insane. He swore the house moved under his feet and he saw stars.

  Eventually, when his brain rebooted, he shut off the water while holding Serena’s shaky body close then dried them both off. In the bedroom, he found some clothes a friend had left behind on one of her visits. The jeans and sweatshirt swallowed Serena, but it was the best he could do until they went shopping.

  Rolling up some socks in the end of an old pair of sneakers provided shoes, which, although not very functional, would keep her feet warm. After quickly pulling on jeans and a T-shirt, he bundled her into his leather jacket and headed for the garage.

  She should have looked ridiculous in the borrowed clothes, but her willingness to let him care for her and lack of vanity endeared Serena to him even more.

  Brady held the door open for Serena. Her eyes grew wide, mouth forming a perfect O when she saw his pride and joy. The sleek, smooth curves of the Harley never failed to get his blood pumping. He loved riding the street-eating machine, feeling the power of it purring between his legs.

  There were no laws in Illinois requiring the use of a helmet, but Brady wasn’t stupid. He preferred to be safe rather than sorry. The helmet he strapped on Serena provided full facial protection. It would kill him if the unthinkable happened and marred those gorgeous features.

  Brady donned his own helmet and swung a leg over the bike. Holding out his hand, he felt relieved when she took it and stepped closer.

  “Come on, Serena. It’s okay,” he encouraged. “Climb on behind me and hold on tight.”

  Her movements were a bit awkward as she swung her leg over the big bike and slid in close against him. After guiding her feet to the rests, he took her hands and pulled them around his waist.

  She startled when he spoke to her through the communication system installed in the helmets. “It’s going to be loud when I start the bike,” he warned, “but you can still talk to me and I’ll hear you.”

  He twisted the throttle then kicked the lever. The bike gave a rumbly growl and began to vibrate beneath them. Serena tensed even more until they made it down the long drive and onto the street. He shifted gears and they flew down the road. Her exuberant scream would likely leave him deaf, but it was worth the risk to share in her enjoyment.

  Lacing her fingers together over his abdomen, she almost squeezed the life out of him as the quiet neighborhood flashed by. When they hit the highway on ramp, she began rocking on the seat behind him.

  “Go faster,” she urged. “Faster.”

  Brady found her enthusiasm infectious. Doing so while still operating the bike in a safe manner, he gave her the thrill ride she itched for.

  Even though they raced down the highway, he could feel her movements behind him. She’d spread her legs as wide as possible and writhed against the hard leather seat, moaning. He drove right past their exit. No way was he going to stop. Not until she got off.

  When her orgasm did hit, she cried out his name, her entire body shuddering against his back and thighs.

  Nothing in her long life could have prepared Serena for the exhilarating rush of zooming along on the incredible machine. Brady handled the bike with assured expertise, which allowed her to relax and enjoy a rush even better than flying. The cool wind whipped around them, and the most wonderful throbbing reverberated through the machine into her body, pleasuring her clitoris. Giving in to the sensations, she undulated against the seat, exploding in an intense release.

  She was disappointed when the ride ended. The perceptive smile on Brady’s lips as he helped her from the bike showed he knew exactly what she’d experienced, the brat. He kept an arm around her waist until her shaky legs grew steady again.

  Once inside the place he called a store, Brady selected several items from the numerous racks of clothing and drew her into a tiny room. He hung the clothes on a hook then turned to her, untamed desire flashing in his dark eyes.

  He made no attempt to disguise the hardness of his cock pressing against the front of his pants. Obviously, he needed relief. He needed her. Serena’s pussy quivered. She’d take care of him, ease the ache with as much affection as he’d cared for her.

  Dropping to her knees before him, she studied the strange garment, wondering how to free him from the tight confines.

  Glancing up, she met his dark gaze. “Release your cock for me,” she said in a husky tone. She didn’t care about others who may be nearby hearing them or if this place was appropriate for sex. All that mattered was that he needed her.

  He slipped the button through a hole and pulled down the metal fastening, allowing his erection to spring into her waiting hands. She enjoyed the feel of the soft, hot skin covering his hard shaft. The bulbous head was an angry shade of red, and she could feel his blood pulsing through engorged veins. Even his sac was smooth and soft yet taut. Serena rolled his balls in her palm, assessing their weight and shape.

  “Rena,” he groaned in warning.

  She liked that, too, the shortened version of her name an invitation on his lips.

  Flattening out her tongue, she started at his balls and licked a wet path to the tip of his cock. Taking the crown past her lips, she swirled her tongue around the ridge and teased the sensitive underside.

  Brady widened his stance and appeared to fight not to thrust, which was the last thing she wanted.

  Femin
ine power rushed through her, fueled by the gruff masculine noises he made when she sucked on his cock. Relaxing her throat, Serena took every inch into her mouth, swallowing around him. Varying her attentions, she kept him on edge, one moment sucking so hard his eyes flew wide open, the next lightly scraping her teeth over the crown. She sucked until her jaw became sore and her lips stung.

  Releasing his cock, she stared up at Brady and sucked a finger into her mouth, getting it nice and wet. This time, when she drew him to the back of her throat, she trailed that finger over the shallow grove behind his sac, rimmed his pucker, and thrust deep, stoking against the hard little nut hidden inside his body.

  Brady came hard with a choked shout, filling her mouth. She drank him down, licking the last remaining drops until he withdrew and fell to his knees. Pulling Serena into his arms, he kissed her with blinding passion, stealing her breath.

  “Holy shit,” Brady groaned and wiped a hand over his sweaty forehead. His goofy grin let her know how well she’d pleased him.

  Once he recovered and after she cleaned up in the restroom, Brady assisted her in trying on a variety of clothing, showing her how the fastenings worked. When they had a huge pile, he carted everything to the register and arranged for it to be delivered.

  The outfit she wore out of the store made her feel provocative. Tight blue jeans like Brady’s hugged her every curve, enhancing the shape of her ass. The black top, made out of a stretchy material, clung like a second skin. Her beaded nipples were clearly outlined for everyone to see, which he really seemed to enjoy. He even picked out a long leather coat that came down to her calves. It had a split up the back so she could easily straddle the bike.

  Next, they went to a place with hundreds of different kinds of shoes. Again, he picked out many styles to be delivered and fitted her in a pair of black leather boots that went over her knees. They had a thin high heel which she found difficult to balance on, requiring she hold on to Brady for support as she became accustomed to walking in them. Not that holding on to his strong arm was a hardship.

  When he was finished shopping, Brady said, “Come on. Let’s go blow Trevor’s mind.”

  She didn’t know what that meant, but his devilish grin sent her excitement soaring to new heights.

  Chapter Eight

  The Shack was the embodiment of its name. The primitive wood structure with a rusted tin roof could be found down a rough dirt road in the middle of nowhere, backing up to a small cove off Lake Michigan. The owner didn’t do any advertising. Only way you found out about The Shack was by taking a wrong turn or through word of mouth.

  It was the edgy kind of place Brady loved. Seedy looking on the outside, but the atmosphere was warm and friendly inside. The food was out of this world, and they had a wide variety of draft beers on tap.

  Trevor cursed as his car bumped and jerked down the pitiful excuse for a road. Luxury sedans were just not made for this backwoods bullshit. Every time he came here, he had to take the car to the mechanic for an alignment afterward.

  On top of everything else, he was running late. A nervous, nouveau riche client with more money than sense had needed her hand held. He’d been so anxious to get out of the office he’d almost resorted to pushing her out the door.

  Walking into the dark interior after being in the bright sunlight, he took a few moments to let his eyes adjust. He headed toward the back where Brady typically sat. Trevor tripped over his own feet, coming close to face planting when he got his first glimpse of Serena.

  Good Lord, he never should have left her alone with Brady.

  While she looked somewhat unsure of her clothes and surroundings, Brady wore a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and had an arm thrown casually over her shoulders. Trevor wanted to punch the smug bastard as jealousy churned in his gut, ramping up his anxiety.

  Serena stood as he approached, and his eyes traveled over her elegant body. Black leather, thigh-high hooker boots, skin-tight jeans and shirt, and a black leather duster. She looked like she belonged on the back of that big hog sitting out in the parking lot.

  Everything was forgotten for a short time as she stepped seamlessly into his arms, nuzzled against his neck and whispered, “I missed you.”

  Bending her back over his forearm, he swooped down and claimed her mouth in a kiss which left no doubt as to how much he’d missed her. His blood heated to the point he was tempted to strip off her clothes, put her up on the bar, and thrust into her warm body. He didn’t give a shit if anyone saw them, he wanted her that much.

  They broke apart, both breathlessly gasping for air, and Trevor struggled to get himself under control.

  They should have set down ground rules and discussed what would be the most agreeable for everyone. Of course, he’d have to do some soul searching to determine what he could and could not live with before entering such a conversation with Brady.

  Brady and he were in a committed, monogamous relationship. It was one thing when they had agreed to sharing Serena that morning. He found it quite another thing for Brady to be fucking her when Trevor wasn’t around. And just looking at the two of them was all he needed to know they’d had sex.

  Turning to Brady, he leaned over the table, cupped the back of his head, and kissed him hello. While it wasn’t quite as stirring of a kiss as he’d shared with Serena, the affectionate greeting reaffirmed that Brady was still the most important person to him.

  He pulled out Serena’s chair and seated her before settling down next to her, effectively boxing her in between Brady and him. A waitress came over and took his order, then he sat back, watching his lover fawn all over the woman they’d found on their porch the day before.

  He’d go insane if she came between them. The possibility had tension vibrating through him during the meal. How he managed to sit and share an amicable conversation was beyond Trevor while jealousy ate him up. If he were to be honest with himself, there was some guilt mixed in, too. He just wasn’t sure how he would’ve handled things if the situation had been reversed. While he’d like to believe he wouldn’t have touched Serena without Brady there, Trevor wasn’t confident in his ability to resist her.

  Really, that was the heart of the matter. How could he be upset with Brady when, in all likelihood, he’d have done the same thing?

  The mere act of sitting next to her, one slender thigh pressed against his, got him hard. Were he to surrender to his lust, he’d drag her into the bathroom and fuck her against the back of the door or on the counter.

  Perhaps the most perplexing aspect of all, he’d never felt so drawn to a woman and no one else had ever tempted him to stray. Not that being with her would be straying since Brady was all in.

  The underlying angst between Brady and Trevor made Serena restless. Even the waitress stayed at a safe distance. Smart woman.

  No doubt it had to do with her, and she hated the idea of coming between the men. She’d seen how much they loved each other in their expressions and actions. Something that special needed to be protected.

  While they were eating, she excitedly told Trevor about her first bike ride. “‘It was better than flying over a field of flowers. So much faster and more exhilarating.”

  Both of their expressions showed confusion. It took her a moment to realize what she’d said wrong. She bit her lip, mentally chastising herself to be more careful. Revealing her true nature too soon would be disastrous.

  Serena had the distinct impression that Trevor stalled, trying to draw out the lunch. First, he ordered dessert even though he’d not been able to finish his meal, then he insisted on having coffee, a horribly bitter drink she did not enjoy.

  The men stepped away from her for a brief time, moving to the bar to have a heated, private discussion which worried her. They seemed angry and at odds. In the parking lot, Trevor made a big show of ignoring Brady and lingering over saying goodbye to her. Brady and she watched his car disappear down the dirt road until no longer visible.

  Ruffling her hair, Brady said, “Hey, no
glum faces. We need to have some fun, and I know just the thing. Come on. I’m going to take you someplace warm where it’s always summertime.”

  He strapped on the helmet and got them underway, then told her to relax and enjoy the ride. That’s exactly what she did. With her arms around Brady’s waist, she held on tight and took in all the scenery they rocketed past.

  There were lots of shopping centers similar to the one they’d visited earlier. They passed vehicles of many different sizes, shapes, and colors, along with huge mechanical birds in the sky. Brady told her those were airplanes and people rode in them when traveling long distances.

  But the most fantastic thing she saw were cows. At her insistence, Brady pulled off the road so she could get closer look at the large animals. They came in a variety of colors, and Serena decided the brown-and-white spotted ones were the most appealing. She would have stood at the fence listening to the odd “mooing” sound they made all day if Brady had not dragged her away.

  By the time they reached their destination, her ass hurt and her legs were wobbly. When she tried to walk, Brady laughed because she did so awkwardly with her knees pushed out. He said she looked like a cowboy, whatever that meant.

  As they strolled toward a huge structure, he told her it housed a water park resort. She stretched out her legs, gazing around in wonder at the cavernous room while Brady talked to a woman working there. When he finished his business, Brady’s wicked grin, showing off bright-white teeth, nearly knocked her off her feet.

  “Come on. We have to get swimsuits,” he said, and dragged her into yet another store when the last thing she wanted was to try on more clothing. Didn’t she have enough by now?

  Apparently, the answer was no. He picked out a few garments then led her into a changing stall where he had to help her put on the bikini. Feck, there wasn’t much to the red two-piece garment. All it managed to cover were her breasts, sex, and part of her ass. The majority of the round cheeks were left on display.

  The trunks he purchased appeared much more comfortable and covered him from low on his hips all the way to his knees. Although, she did like the way the strange cloth showed off the chiseled muscles of his abdomen. And that sexy, deep cut line that ran diagonally from his sides, angling toward his groin. She wanted to run her tongue along that groove.