The Mistress's Misfits [The Men of Treasure Cove 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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by Rebecca Joyce


  His words caught her up short, and her body was confused. She ached with need, throbbing heavily between her thighs. However, a sickening shame swirled in the pit of her stomach, too. She felt found out. She supposed in some part of her, she had to admit that what she had been doing was what she thought he would like. It was what she thought she was supposed to do. It was what great sex was supposed to be like.

  Wasn’t it?

  How could he know otherwise how much she needed him, or how much she wanted him? Just being with him didn’t seem enough. It seemed paltry, boring. She couldn’t possibly express how overwhelmed she felt for him. She knew from years of unfulfilling sex that if she didn’t give her brain a task, it would focus cruelly on the natural softening of her breasts as she aged over the years, of her once-soft skin not being quite as taut as it used to be. She wasn’t getting any younger.

  Now that was dangerous sex.

  Katarina placed a hand on his neck tentatively, waiting to see if he’d pull away. He didn’t. She said the only thing she could think of that was true and not too humiliating.

  “I want you,” she stated clearly. Her eyes flickered over his face, sneaking a look into his eyes. What she found there made her cast her eyes downward.

  His hands floated over her sides and down her hips. One rose and caressed the space between her breasts. He looked at her chest, breathing harder. She tried to move, to force his hand to cup her breasts, which was quivering with need. He pulled his hand away.

  “You have me, Katarina. I’m yours, and I always will be.” His hand flicked away and lightly slapped back between her breasts in exasperation and returned to rub along her hips and thighs. He circled his arms around her and pulled her close, exhaling in a hungry sigh.

  “But I want you,” she added, scooting closer to him. At the movement, she shivered and felt her nipples harden as they lightly caressed the hair on his chest.

  He sighed.

  “And I want you.” A lazy but intent smile spread across his lips. He kissed and bit the line of her jaw. She could feel his body pressing closely along her length. His hand dipped into her pants, tickling her wet, sensitive folds as her body shuddered under him. Her breath started coming faster. She pressed in a little more closely and felt her wet center slide against him, throbbing when it met his hand.

  “I want you inside me.” She blushed and turned her head away and arched to bring her nub into closer, more intense contact with his hand. She felt her breath catch and a cloudy sensation spread through her brain. Oh, this was what she wanted. A flush broke out in the ticklish spots on her back and sides. This was what she had imagined. Now if he would only run his big hands up her back and press her breast into his mouth…She arched again and tried to make it happen.

  Instead, he swiftly removed his hand and clasped her side, pulling her away.

  “You’re doing it again,” he chided.

  Katarina huffed in need, frustrated and embarrassed. What was she doing that was so wrong? She wanted him. Needed him in her. She just wanted to have a wonderful time with him.

  She turned and moved away him as her hunger for him pounded even harder. She felt rebuked, rejected. The heel of her hand gathered the tears dripping down her cheek.

  “Hey, kitty cat,” he whispered, turning her to hug against him. He bit her ear, and the feeling was sharp and followed by a thread of pleasure that made her shiver. Taking in her response, he said, “That’s what I want. I want you to be here with me. Not in your head. Not trying to take control. You’re here with me, and then suddenly you get aggressive and you don’t respond to me anymore. You just respond to whatever’s happening in your brain. Stop thinking about dominating me, and just be with me.”

  Busted, she looked down.

  “I love how strong you are, but not during sex,” he added, and he kissed her forehead. “I don’t know. I get the sense that you don’t feel anything when you get like that. Like I might as well be some sub you have in the dungeon.”

  She shifted uncomfortably, causing her to slump further against him, her breast pressing into his chest. This was a lot of talking for him. It didn’t come naturally, and she didn’t like it. She looked into his eyes and caressed his face.

  She reached to kiss his mouth languorously, slowly. Exploring. Noticing how each pull of his lips, each lick of his tongue made her stomach quiver and made her want to jerk with need. She could imagine…No!

  She opened her eyes and pulled back a bit. She kissed his cheek.

  “I’m sorry. I was doing it again,” she whispered. “Teach me.”

  Brannon grinned that lopsided grin that made her…Oh, his smile could launch a thousand fantasies. Nevertheless, she tried to focus instead of sliding into one of her fantasies about him. She was a little scared. He looked at her with such love. She wasn’t used to noticing that. It made her feel weird, uncomfortable. Sex was one thing, but love was different.

  He leaned in and kissed her deeper, murmuring her name. She almost wanted to leave her body it felt so good. She wasn’t sure she could take it. She might come right here and now, from the anticipation, from being close to him like this, from his mouth working over her. However, she’d have to manage this, because she wanted to do more than kiss him right now. She took a deep, shaky breath and growled. The feeling was exquisite and rumbled through her whole body, shivering down her belly and thighs.

  “Try to trust me,” he breathed between kisses. “I want you to feel good, too. I want you to come. I want to come. Believe me, it’s in my best interest.” He chuckled and finally cupped a breast in his hand, a thumb roaming over the fabric. Biting her earlobe, he whispered, “I really, really want to be inside you.”

  Katarina’s breath caught, and her chest felt like it might explode. She wanted him so bad her body was keening for him. She tried this once, to turn off her brain, not think about what she looked like, but what she felt like, and it ended in disaster. After that last time, she promised herself never again. Control and discipline were all she would allow. Somehow, Brannon was knocking down all her walls, and for some inexplicable reason, she let him.

  She fell on his mouth for the pure pleasure of it, for the taste of him. A little tangy, a little sour, a little tart like a lemon meringue pie. That was what he tasted like. She wanted more. She wanted to eat him up, because she loved pie.

  “Mmm…you taste good,” she said, biting his lip. He laughed a deep, throaty sound. She thought she might break apart if he weren’t inside her this instant. She reached down for him, but his hand caught hers before she could grasp him.

  “Slow down, Speed Racer.” He chuckled again, biting, sucking her neck where it joined her shoulder. A sound came out of her like a giggle, a cry, a moan, and a sigh all at once. She thought she sounded crazy, but couldn’t catch her breath enough to do anything else.

  “But I need you. I need you inside me. Please?”

  “You have me,” he said, growling. “And I will be. But don’t be so desperate. Let’s enjoy this a little before we get to the main event.”

  Desperate. She bit harder at his cutting words, and he yelped. Was he even a man? What man talked like that?

  She felt a tear sting her eye.

  “But I feel…” She took a deep breath and felt embarrassment flood over her. “I feel like I could come right now if I had you in me…You feel so good.”

  He chuckled a fast, deep chuckle that vibrated into her from his chest. The rumble ignited something small and hot in her, spreading. She sighed, nuzzling closer. Nevertheless, she was also mad. Gimme my orgasm, damn it. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his rich, intoxicating scent. She licked and nibbled the crook of his neck. She felt enveloped by his heat. But not enveloped enough. She wanted him in every nook and cranny, and he wouldn’t give her what she wanted.

  Screw him!

  She wished. Fine, if he wouldn’t give her what she wanted, she wouldn’t give him what he wanted. She let her brain start up again. He could lift her leg, slid
e inside her, and pound her until she came. Surely it wouldn’t take long. He could lift her and let her straddle him, and she could bounce on him to a quick orgasm. He could drop to the ground and plow into her, deep and hard. She wanted it, and she knew damn well he did, too.

  “Hey,” he said, his voice sharp. “Where’d you go?”

  “I want to come, and I was imagining the ways we could do that, quickly.”

  He bent to lick her ear, his hand reaching into her pants once more, just out of reach of the little nub that strained for him.

  She groaned and whimpered despite herself.

  “I want to be in you when you come, too,” he said, but he let his big hand slip further down and touched, just for a second, her hard nub. A strangled sound came from her throat as her hips bucked into his hand. Instinctively, her head lolled back.

  “That’s more like it.” He laughed and bent to bite her neck as she emitted a sobbing, desperate sound. She loved when he did that. She reached a hand up and pulled his head down to her neck again. He bit again and again.

  “But the more the merrier, right?”

  Huh? What was he talking about?

  “Oh, God,” she said, when she could gather enough breath to do so. His knuckles dragged along her folds, seeking her nub, and she convulsed. It felt so good. A sharp pleasure shot through her, blossoming between her hips. She could feel herself getting wetter, as his hard-on pressed into her hip. His teeth dragged her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear. A ragged whimper escaped from her lips.

  She opened her legs to him as he pressed further into her. His hands unfurled, and his fingertips stroked into her. Her hips rose so drastically she thought she might fall to the ground. Her whole body buzzed, and the sensation built. He bit her ear as he pumped his fingers into her. Absently, in need, her fingertips reached down to flutter on her nub as he pressed harder into her. Her other hand reached up and pinched her nipples, pulling them out slightly in a way that added a sharp pleasure to the one already building.

  “Oh, Brannon!” she cried. His fingers had curved, hitting her G-spot, aligning perfectly, repeatedly. Her breath rasped as he bit down on her neck, sucking hard. Her legs tensed, trapping his hand inside of her cunt. The bubble of pleasure that was built burst as he wriggled his fingers, not stopping. Everything blacked out for a minute. Everywhere he touched turned sensitive, molten, and the touch was too much and not enough at once.

  She was coming down, but his fingers didn’t stop. They kept pushing in her dripping pussy, lazily at first, playing, curling, twisting, and slipping. A big thumb reached up and pressed on her nub, lightly at first, slipping to the left and then to right. Her whole body was oozing, having lost its connective tissue. However, his hand, his insistent, magical hand, was building a new bubble inside her. Her head, which had been resting on his bicep, shifted off it, lolling over the side, and she felt his wet mouth latch onto a nipple, pulling slightly, biting, and tugging. His hands, they didn’t stop. She was so sensitive, she didn’t know if she could take much more. She wanted to escape. She wanted to barrel headlong into the pleasure. She wanted to get control back of her body, which seemed to be rapidly losing control of its functions. But she couldn’t seem to move. She was breathing fast, and she realized she was starting to feel alarmed.

  What was he doing to her?

  Cool air rushed around her nipple as she felt his lips at her ear.

  “Don’t fight it, kitty Kat. It’s my turn to teach you what I can really do,” he ordered, his breath coming fast and hot out of his mouth. Then his mouth was back on her breast, tugging, running his teeth softly over her nipple.

  Left with no other choice, Katarina gave into him and let herself fall.

  * * * *

  Braxton and Landon had passed mile marker fifty when a beat-up red Chevy pickup truck sped past. He had to do a double take, and when he did, he cursed loudly, “Son of a bitch!”

  “What?” Landon asked.

  “Someone let Charlotte out of jail! Turn this fucking vehicle around now!” he shouted as Landon was already turning the wheel.

  “What the hell is going on, Braxton? I don’t know which way is up. This has to stop.”

  “Agreed, you call your guys and tell them to start arresting everyone in sight. I’ve had enough of this mess. It ends now.”

  * * * *

  Meanwhile, back over at the Flowering Tea Pot…

  “I want your thick dick to plow into me and fuck me till I’m screaming your name.” Brannon heard her barely audible whisper as she kissed him for all she was worth. “You don’t know how many fantasies I’ve had about you and your cock. I love it. It’s perfect. I love how you feel inside me, especially when you’re rough.”

  “Rough?” He groaned. “You want rough, I’ll give you rough.”

  With those last words, Brannon pushed her against the Flowering Tea Pot and lifted his miniskirt. He was against her, his arms shaking with effort, holding back as he listened to her. He could almost see her brain working, trying to decide if this was over the edge for him. But she didn’t pull away, and he took that as approval. He bucked into her, savoring the soft pleasure of her puffy lips against his cockhead. He wiggled until he had the head of his dick aimed at her entrance. He growled.

  “Please,” she panted, pressing her dripping cunt closer to his cock. “Please, baby, don’t make me wait anymore.”

  He thrust forward, hard, spreading her legs wide, so he could get in her all the way. He gritted his teeth and groaned. “Oh fuck me, kitty Kat. Your pussy is hot!”

  Then he stopped.

  “Don’t stop!” she cried, exasperated. Brannon clutched her ass with both hands and pulled up against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He wished he could keep them there forever. He leaned down for a hard, fast kiss and pressed into her again. He pulled almost all the way out and plunged back again. Her legs tightened as he bucked his next thrust.

  “Oh god. So good. So really good. Fuck.” He cried her name.

  His big hands gripped her ass tightly, pulling her onto him more and more with every deep, hard thrust. He was groaning and grunting, hissing her name with pleasure. He shivered repeatedly as if he had a fever as she leaned up and bit his neck. She made some rough, angry sound and pressed up to meet him.

  Brannon bent his head toward her neck, gasping as he clasped her to him harder and harder with every push, feeling her clinch her pelvic muscles every time he plunged into her, pushing her hard against the mossy wall of the Tea Pot. He was moaning in a low stream. More, he pleaded silently. He could feel his belly tense with each thrust as she moved frantically on him, rutting in need.

  “You feel so good, kitty Kat.” He groaned in her ear, licking it, nibbling. He covered her face with kisses as he threw his hips into her harder. She sighed contentedly. His teeth sunk into her swollen breast, and she screamed.

  He groaned and cursed against her hard nipple and then bit the other as she shuddered in his arms. He growled, “More,” and bit her nipple, and then he whispered in her ear. “This is how I want you. I want you to come, baby. Come all over me. Come with me inside you.”

  And just like that, her pussy crashed around him, crushing him, sucking him in deeper. But he kept moving, kept egging her orgasm on. His arms pulled her closer, crushing her down onto him, flattening her breasts and her hips, as he rolled his hips into her, milking the last shudders from her body.

  “Fuck!” He groaned. “Damn. Fuck. Fuck. Shit.”

  “Come inside me, Brannon. Fill me up with your cum.”

  Brannon made a pained yelp as he collapsed against her, his whole body shaking, eyes clinched tight, as he spasmed over and over deep into her womb. It was so hot he almost came again, grinding his hips,, running his fingers between her ass cheeks, teasing her asshole.

  Panting heavily, Brannon did not hear the sound of screeching tires or the shouts of people running through the streets.

  * * * *

  Jack and Conner trie
d several times to get a hold of their brother. Everything was going down fast, and Jack needed to make sure Brannon gave Mother Goose the signal so the dish and the spoon could run away, but when he heard screaming, he knew the jig was up. Braxton and the FBI agents had started arresting everyone in sight, and what time they had left before they were found out was precious.

  Just as he was about to head down Main Street, his phone rang. Instantly answering it, he said, “Yeah?”

  “Jack, its Fairy. Cut Mother Goose loose and set her free. Your mom is in the clear. See you at the ponderosa.”

  “Thanks, Fairy, bye.” He smiled and repeated what Fairy had said to Conner, but it was too late. The moment they turned to leave, both brothers stared into the steel-blue eyes of one very pissed-off sheriff.

  “Hey, Braxton, how ya doin’, buddy?” Jack said, slapping on his award-winning smile as if nothing was wrong.

  “You two are under arrest for making my life a fucking hell.”

  “Um…okay,” Jack sputtered. “Just what did we do now, out of curiosity?”

  “You were born!”

  Jack didn’t have time to ask Braxton what he meant by that, because in the next second, he found himself and Conner up against the brick façade of the Rainbow Room being handcuffed.

  * * * *

  “And the rest, Agent Michaels, is history,” Katarina said, smiling, leaning back against the chair. She wasn’t trying to be smug, but that was all she really knew. If he wanted to know more, then he would have to interrogate everyone else. “Is there anything else you need? Because I really would like to get home before it gets dark.”

  “Just one more thing, Ms. Clark. Do you know who gave the sheriff’s wife the flaming baton?”

  “No, sir. I honestly have no clue,” she replied, remembering seeing Braxton fight with his wife as she twirled it in front of him while several of the residents of Celestial cheered her on. It was quite comical until the sheriff took it away from her. Katarina ventured a sideways glance at the sheriff, wondering how he was feeling. When he grimaced and shifted in his seat, she had her answer.

 

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