by Opal Carew
“Thanks again.” She waved as I dropped into the cab and closed the door.
“Lenox Hill, please.”
The cabbie nodded and pulled away from the row of brownstones. We passed Tennessee Twang, a favorite spot for the guys and me. I smiled as I remembered our first lunch date there. So much had happened since then that it seemed like a different me, a different them. After I’d cleaned out my desk and said my few goodbyes in the office, I’d returned home and plotted out my next move. I was over firm life, and wanted to finally pursue my dream. Problem was, I didn’t have the money for it. Legal Aid work paid a pittance. I was trapped.
I had languished for a week on the couch of our apartment. I ignored Cade’s and Gaines’s phone calls, refused to look for another job, and generally became the worst version of myself. It was awful. Then Brynn got tired of me, accused me of being too proud to accept help, and threatened to kick me out if I didn’t get my act together. So I did the only thing I could. With hat in hand, I visited Cade and Gaines at their office.
I expected anger, maybe irritation, or even an “I told you so.” Instead, they greeted me with love and acceptance. I ran into their open arms and I’ve stayed there ever since. They paid off my student loans, donated a building and resources to the Legal Aid Society, and helped me live my dream. I refused to let my pride or my past rule me. Cade and Gaines depended on me just as much as I did them, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The taxi pulled up in front of my building. I paid and got out.
I rushed inside, but paused to question the doorman. “Hey Tim. You haven’t seen Cade or Gaines, have you?”
“No. They’re still in the dark. The caterer is upstairs and several others, too, setting up.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. They weren’t supposed to be home until six, which gave me time to set up their party. Cade’s birthday was one week away at the end of January, and Gaines’s was at the end of February. I’d meticulously planned a joint surprise party for them. I had to do it early or they would have figured it out. Lying to them wasn’t my strong suit, especially when Gaines gave me that look of his.
I hopped on the elevator and rode up to the penthouse. The doors opened onto a flurry of activity. The caterers had set up a buffet of the guys’ favorite foods, Brynn was helping to string decorative lights around the room, and servers were pouring ice and stocking the bar.
“You’re here early.” Brynn climbed down her ladder and gave me a hug. “Oh, wait. They aren’t coming home early, are they?”
“No. Ben is supposed to text me when they’re on their way. They have a meeting until five-thirty, so we should be fine.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “Good, because I’m nowhere near done.”
“It looks great.” I admired the lights hanging from the high ceilings. “What can I do to help?”
“Here.” She handed me a string of star lights. “Hold these for me while I loop them.” She climbed back up on her ladder and continued her design.
I helped by feeding her lights and getting new strands. By the time she was done, we only had a half hour before the party was set to start.
“I have to get ready. Guests will start showing any minute.” I looked down at my clothes. They were decent, but definitely rumpled and too professional for the party. Besides, I’d planned a special outfit for the night.
“Go get prettied up. I’m almost done here.” She tweaked the sparkling lights and stared up at her handiwork.
I dashed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. Stripping down to my underwear, I took a seat at my vanity in the en suite. Freshening my makeup didn’t take long, but getting my hair under control was far more difficult. After a vicious battle with my flat iron, my dark hair curled in gentle waves at the ends.
Once my hair was done, I was party-ready. My lips looked shockingly red, but it was Cade’s favorite shade on me. Besides, the color would play well against my dress.
I rose and strode into the closet. One entire wall was full of my clothes and shoes. I continued toward the back, and dug between two suits for the red dress, the same one I’d worn to Vargas all those months ago. Something about that night still haunted me, as if I’d forgotten something or left it undone. This time, I would choose correctly.
I slid it on over my head. It still hugged my curves just right.
When hands hit my hips I jumped.
“You are a vision.” Cade’s lips grazed my neck and I leaned against him.
“You came early.”
“I know.” He nibbled my throat. “That never happens to me.”
I snorted. “Definitely not.” Then I frowned. “Now the surprise is ruined.”
“Not at all.” Gaines walked around to my front, stripped his suit coat off, then gave me a hard kiss on the mouth, his signature “hello.”
Cade’s erection pressed into my ass, and I slowly rubbed up and down against it.
“Naughty girl.” Cade pulled the dress strap from my shoulder and licked my skin.
Gaines came up for air as I melted between them. “We’re very surprised about the party. Several guests are already here. Thank you.”
I laughed. “You have my lipstick smeared all over your mouth.”
He grinned. “Is it a good look for me?”
“Sort of serial killer, but sure. You always look handsome.”
“Thanks, babe.”
Voices began to drift into the closet as more guests arrived.
“We’d better go.” I smoothed my dress down. “They’ll be looking for us.”
Gaines grabbed a black sock from a drawer and wiped his mouth. “I think I’d like a birthday treat first. What do you think, man?”
“I think a treat is definitely in order.” Cade backed away and clicked the closet door shut.
I turned and began to protest, but Gaines put one hand on my hip and another on my shoulder. He bent me over the drawers that ran along the center of the closet, my face pressing into the top. I squealed as he ran his fingers along my pussy.
“No panties, just like we like.” Gaines’s belt jingled, and I grew hotter at the sound.
“The guests—”
“Can wait.” He pressed into me, his cock sliding inside as I moaned.
I turned my head to the side and watched as Cade pulled his stiff length from his pants. He pumped his hand in steady strokes as Gaines fucked me until my knees went weak. I made unintelligible noises as he hit my spot, my pussy growing tense with each passing moment.
“Fuck, man. She’s making that noise.” Cade dragged his fingertip along the tip of his dick, then put his finger in my mouth.
I sucked it, relishing his taste and wishing it was his dick.
“I’m going to come.” Gaines thrusted harder, our skin slapping together as Cade reached down and stroked my clit.
Gaines pushed as far as he could, his balls slapping against me, and grunted low and hard as he came. A few more thrusts and he pulled out, only to be replaced by Cade. He slid in easily, my arousal mixing with Gaines’s come.
He placed his fingers back onto my clit, strumming me as he began pistoning into me with hard, certain strokes. Gaines stood to the side and watched, his eyes on where Cade and I were joined. Being watched turned me on more, as I’d learned ever since the three of us began our love affair. The hunger in Gaines’s gaze made my pussy clench around Cade’s cock.
He fucked me harder, the cabinets rattling beneath me. I dragged my nails across the wood.
“I’m going to come.” I stood up on my tiptoes.
“Come, baby. Milk me.” Cade grunted.
I held my breath as my orgasm rolled over me, then let it out in a low moan as Cade’s cock kicked inside me. Noting was sexier to me than being filled with my men, and I couldn’t stop the rolling waves of release that rocked my body. I gasped for air and tingled all over.
Cade rested his forehead against my back.
“Happy Birthday,” I said on a whoosh o
f an exhale.
“Thanks.” Cade kissed my back. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“What about me? Do you love me?” Gaines leaned over and kissed me.
I bit his bottom lip. “You know I do.”
“Good. Same here.” Tenderness infused his words.
I stifled my laugh, barely. “Hey, Gaines.”
“Yeah, babe?”
“You’re wearing my lipstick again.”
Possession
Calista Fox
Chapter One
Seth Lofton’s fingers and mouth swept along honey-colored skin that felt like silk, was scented with a rich, alluring perfume, tasted of pure heaven, and quivered ever so slightly at his intimate touch. He palmed a bare breast and massaged with a hint of pressure, a tinge of urgency. Because his cock was thick and throbbing and he was dying to be buried in Sylvia Carter’s warm, wet depths.
But first, he had the burning desire to make her come.
He was settled between her parted thighs, propped up on one elbow to keep from crushing her, though his abs grazed the apex of her legs, her slick folds gliding against his rigid muscles as she writhed beneath him, her cream coating his skin.
It drove him wild. Yet his focus remained on this beautiful creature he’d literally locked gazes with at the grand re-opening of his northern California ski lodge and had simply had to have. Thank God she’d been equally, instantly ensnared and was now naked in his bed.
The tip of his tongue curled around her rosy nipple, pebbled tight. She had full, luscious breasts that filled his hand as her spine arched and the mound pressed into his palm. He whisked his thumb against the beaded center, then his mouth closed over the taut peak and he suckled deep.
A soft sigh escaped her parted lips, which had been accentuated with a neutral gloss until he’d kissed it away. Her lips were as luxurious as her plump, dark auburn curls, infused with golden and coppery corkscrews that had shimmered under the chandeliers at the lodge and did the same in his bedroom, against the flickering fire-and candlelight, the only illumination in the master suite of his new condo.
“Do that again,” she whispered.
His tongue fluttered over her nipple, tauntingly, before he drew it into his mouth. She let out a throaty moan that made him even harder.
He was naked as well, and could have easily slid inside her. The temptation was an overwhelming one. But he was only getting started.
Her fingers twined around strands of his hair while her other hand gripped his flexed biceps, her manicured nails digging in.
Her provocative whimpers filled the quiet room, all elicited by his mouth on her breast. She squirmed against him, attempting to wiggle a little lower so that he’d enter her.
“Not yet,” he murmured.
“You know I want you.”
“Yes.” He chuckled at her eagerness, his breath blowing against her skin, causing goosebumps to appear. “You were devouring me with those big blue eyes of yours earlier.”
“Now, wait a second,” she quietly chided in her velvety voice, “you came on to me.”
“Had to make my move before someone else did.”
“I wasn’t interested in anyone else,” she assured him. “I wasn’t interested, period. I was just there for the networking and the champagne. Then I saw you.”
“Likewise.” His head lifted and he kissed her. From that very first searing lip-lock when they’d passed through the front door of his condo and he’d pressed her up against it, he’d been consumed by lust and longing—and a fiery passion he hadn’t felt in years. Maybe he’d never felt it this acutely, this heatedly.
Everything about the stunning lady in red had seduced his senses until he’d turned the tables and seduced her.
As their lips and tongues tangled in yet another sizzling kiss, his hand at her breast glided lower, over smooth, lightly toned flesh. He shifted just enough so that it was his fingertips brushing her dewy folds, not his abs. He caressed slowly, back and forth, and her hips rolled in time with his leisurely pace.
Breaking the kiss, he said, “I know what your lips and skin taste like. Now I need to know about the rest of you.”
He felt the shiver cascade down her spine. “I had a feeling you walked on the wicked side.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” And he meant those words.
Seth kissed her once more, because she was irresistible. Then his mouth skimmed over her jaw and along the graceful column of her throat, the cords pulling tight as he nipped with his teeth, then soothed with his tongue.
He continued downward over her collarbone to the other breast he had yet to pleasure, though both her nipples were puckered. He flicked his tongue over the small bud and she let out another blissful sigh. He worked his way along the vertical indentation in her midriff that led to her stomach, then eased into position with his head between her legs.
Her sensational, mile-long legs.
The pads of two fingers stroked her folds, then homed in on her clit. Her fingers twisted deeper in his hair.
“Stop teasing,” she said. “I want your mouth on me.”
He loved that she was so uninhibited. Didn’t seem to have any qualms about him marking his territory, staking a full claim on her for the evening.
And he had every intention of giving her exactly what she wanted.
His hand slid away and he leaned forward, inhaling her decadent scent, his groin tightening even further. His tongue laved her moist flesh and she hissed out a breath. He licked her several times, then the tip of his tongue circled her clit, flicked over it, circled again with more pressure.
“Oh, God,” she muttered.
Seth’s thumb rimmed her opening as he alternated between the fluttering of his tongue and the suctioning of his mouth on the pearl of nerves.
“Yes,” she said on a broken breath. “Oh, God, yes.”
She continued to squirm as though restless, the need to feel him inside her mounting.
His thumb penetrated a half-inch or so and her hips rose, silently demanding more.
She was damn tight—he could already gauge it. And his cock pulsated with his own dark need and anticipation.
His licking and sucking became more assertive. He withdrew his thumb and worked two fingers into her pussy. She gasped. Adrenaline shot through him.
“Fuck,” he all but growled. “You are so damn wet for me.”
“Impossible not to be. Your tousled bronze hair, ruggedly handsome face, all these chiseled muscles . . . and, Christ . . . what you’re doing to me. You do realize I’m about to come, right?”
He’d make it an explosive orgasm.
His mouth was on her again as his fingers pumped steadily and her breathing turned into shallow panting. Her hips undulated as she opened further to him. His fingers plunged deeper, finding that perfect spot that had her writhing and moaning and almost pushing him to the edge.
Jesus, the woman did things to him. Just by responding so vehemently to his touch, his kisses, his words. And because she was a knockout of epic proportions. And so fucking wet for him.
He felt the tension build within her. Kissed his way up her body while still stroking her inner walls. He had to watch her come.
Her arms were above her head, her hair fanned out. She’d shoved aside the pillows and gripped the top of the mattress. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her chest heaving. Each raspy inhale and quavering exhale was sexy as hell.
Seth was riveted. He committed every gorgeous, erotically stirring inch of her to memory. Then his head dipped and he tongued her nipple while the heel of his hand massaged her clit and his fingers fucked her.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, God, yes. Seth.”
He picked up the pace, plunging and pumping aggressively as her whimpers spurred him on.
Then the tension seized her.
“Oh,” she sobbed.
He thrust deeper.
“Seth!” she called out—and shattered.
Her body quaked.
She continued to grasp the mattress, her softly defined muscles straining. It took several suspended seconds before her body relaxed, though tremors and aftershocks visibly moved through her.
Eventually, she dragged in a long stream of air. Her eyelids fluttered open.
She gazed at him, one corner of her mouth twitching in a half smile. “You’re watching me?”
“Hell, yes.” His own breathing was labored. “You are insanely beautiful.” He kissed her. Passionately. With all the desire coursing through his veins, riding the magma that was his blood. His pulse kicked into high gear and, with his mouth still on hers, he withdrew his fingers from her and reached for the condom he’d dropped on the bed earlier.
Locating the tiny packet, he broke their kiss and ripped the foil with his teeth. He was sheathed in a heartbeat and between her legs again.
“Are you ready for me, Sylvia?”
Now she smiled wantonly. “Hell yes.”
Seth snickered. “You’re a bit of a smartass.”
“Maybe just a little bit.”
His fiery vixen had a playful side. Seth liked her more and more with each passing minute.
And wanted her more and more with each passing minute.
He propped himself on one elbow. His free hand swept through her plump curls, the satiny strands coiling around his fingers. His lips grazed hers. As he slowly sank into her heat and moisture, he murmured, “I already know you’re going to rock me to the core.”
Sylvia’s stomach fluttered. She didn’t have to be standing to know her knees had gone weak. The sweet sensations mingled with the erotic ones, both incited by the incredibly sexy man who’d grabbed her attention at the party like nothing she’d ever known before and had yet to let go of it.
She was wholly captivated—something that had never happened in Sylvia’s twenty-six years. Not that she hadn’t had a one-night stand or two along the way, but nothing, nothing of this magnitude.
Seth Lofton was strapping and athletic. He had the most mesmerizing emerald eyes that held her enraptured as he filled her, stretched her.
“You feel amazing,” she said as euphoria flooded her veins. He was thick and hard and buried deep inside her.