Arrested by Love

by Virna DePaul

  She wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle it.

  But a girl could die trying, right?

  “Yes.”

  Minutes later, they were all naked and Sarah was spread out on the floor like a virgin about to be sacrificed to the gods. Right after they ate her out of course, and gave her so many head-banging orgasms that she’d almost passed out.

  As Luke watched, Noah crouched between her legs, going at her like gangbusters. Her knees were bent, her heels touching her buttocks while Noah held her ankles and made sure she stayed nice and open for what his lips and tongue were doing to her. Every now and then, Noah would glance up and grin at Luke, Sarah’s pussy juice glistening against the man’s golden skin.

  Damn, it was a sight to behold—the way her face contorted with pleasure. Pleasure she was getting from someone else. Possessiveness swamped him, threatening to ruin it all.

  He’d known it wouldn’t be as easy to share Sarah as it had been with his other women. What he felt for her was too powerful for that. But watching her hips arch and her breasts bounce while she simultaneously tried to control herself and still ride to orgasm was intoxicating. Most of all, he loved the way her gaze continually sought his, and the way she was reaching for him and mouthing his name, as if he was her anchor, her reason for being.

  She covered her mouth with one of her hands to stifle a scream, and Luke’s gaze jerked back to Noah, who was rubbing the head of his cock against her nether lips, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Luke clenched his fists against the need to pummel the other man for daring to touch what was his.

  But this wasn’t about ownership.

  This was about Sarah and giving her all the pleasure she could stand.

  With a growl, Luke moved swiftly and straddled her chest so his dick bobbed in front of her face. “Suck me, Sarah. Now.”

  Her eyes greedily found him first. Then her hands. Then her mouth. He groaned as she sucked him and all the feelings of possessiveness shot straight to his dick. Her pleasure, he thought again, before he became lost in his own.

  He could tell when Sarah hovered at the edge of release, and he forced himself to back away from her, withdrawing his dick from the furnace of her mouth. She increased the pressure of her sucks, frantically trying to keep him inside her mouth, but he pulled out anyway. “I want to watch your face when it happens. I want to hear you scream.”

  “Luke. Oh my God,” she gasped. “It feels too good. I can’t—” He frowned. She was fighting it even as she was desperate for the pleasure Noah was giving her. Moving to the side and off her, he confirmed Noah lapped at her while pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. Luke placed his palm on Sarah’s stomach, massaging her in small circles, urging the muscles that tensed and rolled to relax. “Come, baby. Let it happen. Give it to us.”

  Her gaze locked with his, and she moaned. Her hips pistoned against Noah’s mouth, and she really tried; he could see she was trying. But she stayed there on the edge, unable to get over that final hurdle.

  “Noah,” Luke called.

  Noah paused, glanced at Luke, then, reading the message in his eyes, stopped going down on her altogether. He reared up, breathing hard, a dazed look in his eyes as he reached down to stroke his cock. Gently, Luke rolled Sarah onto her stomach, then helped her rise to all fours.

  “You wanna taste Noah’s dick, Sarah? ’Cause I think he deserves a little reward for getting you this far, don’t you?”

  At his words and Sarah’s mewl of agreement, Noah moved directly in front of her. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared in Sarah’s mouth. Noah groaned like a man being dragged into the depths of hell while glimpses of heaven scrolled through his mind. Swiftly, Luke took his position behind Sarah. Smoothing his hands over the lush globes of her ass, he bent and kissed her spine. “That’s a good girl. You suck him nice and hard, okay? And in the meantime, I’m going to take my own reward. Oh yeah,” he hissed as he gripped the base of his cock and guided the head into the slippery folds that peeked out at him. “Damn, you’re hot, Sarah. You’re going to burn me alive.”

  She bucked backward, and immediately half of him sunk into her. He’d never slipped into a woman so smoothly, but before she could force the rest of him inside her, he jerked out. She moaned in protest, then gasped when he smacked her ass with the flat of his palm. Damn, but she loved the whole spanking vibe.

  “Naughty girl,” he crooned. “This is my reward, remember. I want you to take me nice and slow. As slow as you’re going to take Noah’s cock in your mouth, you understand?”

  She whimpered but, sure enough, her mouth on Noah’s cock slowed. She took him in by far shallower degrees, then paused to suckle when he was all the way in. Then she pulled back just as slowly as she’d swallowed him. Matching her pace, Luke drilled her with his cock, occasionally tapping the spot on her ass that he’d swatted, relishing her moans of pleasure. The three of them swayed, moving in concert, their rocking motions graceful and smooth, and accompanied by a sweet chorus of male groans and female exclamations.

  “Oh man, this is amazing, Luke. She’s so good at giving head … incredible …”

  Sarah let Noah’s dick slip out of her mouth and pumped him with her fist. “Oh Luke. Oh Luke! Oh Luke. Yes, fuck me. Yes. Yes!”

  “That’s it, baby,” Luke encouraged. “Take it all. It’s all for you. All for you, Sarah.”

  “Oh God,” Noah groaned. “I’m going to come.”

  “I’m coming, Luke. I’m coming,” Sarah hitched out.

  “Do it. Do it now!” Luke urged as the pressure in his balls magnified to an excruciating degree. “Fuck yeah!” he roared when he felt the fluttering grip of Sarah’s pussy milk his cock.

  She shrieked when she came, the sound slightly muffled by the jerks of Noah’s cock emptying into her mouth. Noah threw back his head and, unlike Luke, grew eerily quiet in his release. He finished before Luke did and slowly withdrew himself from Sarah’s mouth.

  As Noah collapsed back to lie on the floor, Luke kept on coming, imprisoned in the longest orgasm of his life. He gripped Sarah’s hips, hanging on to the woman who’d become his anchor, fully aware that as long as his orgasm was lasting, hers was matching his shudder for shudder.

  When they were finally done, both were covered in sweat, and she was crying. Weakly, he gathered her into his arms and curled his body around hers. Smoothing her hair back from her face, he kissed her. “So good, baby. That was so good. I love you.”

  Over her sobs, Sarah heard Luke’s declaration of love and wondered if she was hallucinating. Or was it called something different when you were hearing things?

  She’d just had mind-blowing sex with two skilled men, and even now the first was getting dressed while the second—the man she loved and apparently loved her back—held her in his arms and offered her paradise. She was so afraid it was all going to be snatched away from her, and for one panic-filled moment, she started crying harder.

  “Shh,” Luke breathed. “It’s going to be okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll keep you safe. Just let me love you.”

  “I—I love you, too, Luke. I’ve always loved you.” It felt so good to say it. To admit her feelings for him after all these years. “You were right. I was scared. Too scared to risk myself. But I want to now. God, I want to.”

  “I want that, too, darling. We have our whole lives ahead of us. Together.”

  “But Richard …”

  He pulled away slightly and shook his head. “Richard’s not going to come anywhere near you. Noah and I will make sure of that.”

  At his mention of Noah, her gaze found the other man. He was once more dressed, and he winked down at her. “That’s right, Sarah. You’re safe. I promise.”

  Gently, Luke helped her to her feet and, as Luke pulled up his pants, Noah enfolded her in a hug. “That was incredible, sweetheart. You’re a goddess.”

  Luke growled and pulled her away from the other man. “Easy there, Romeo. What happened here isn’t going to become a
habit, you know.”

  Because she could tell he wasn’t really angry, Sarah glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes and pouted. “But what if I want it to be?”

  “Then I’ll just have to work harder to make sure one dick—my dick—leaves you too exhausted to want more.”

  She laughed and next thing she knew, Noah was gone with a saucy salute and a promise to check in later. Knowing he’d immediately contact his man to get an update on Richard, she grew serious. “I was just kidding. That was nice, but I’m not sure I’ll want to do it again. I mean, I’m not saying never,” she said quickly. “But … That is, I mean—”

  Luke laughed. “Don’t worry, babe. I know exactly what you mean. And I meant exactly what I said. I’ll be doing my best to tire you out all on my own. I’m always open to granting a fantasy or two though …”

  She pinched him in the ribs, making him yelp. “That’s for springing Noah on me with no warning.” She pulled his head down and soul kissed him. “And that’s for springing Noah on me with no warning.” She kissed him again, and this time they didn’t come up for air for quite a long time.

  “And what was that for?” he rasped out.

  “That …” she said teasingly as her fingers found him through his jeans. He was already hard again. “That was for inspiration,” she said. “Because I’m really, really looking forward to you trying to exhaust me.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  They talked about Richard after that. About how the gentle, supportive man she’d married had morphed into someone scary soon after their honeymoon. About how his possessiveness and jealousy of Luke had manifested itself in so many different ways, over and over again. First, he’d called her repeatedly whenever she was out. Then he’d tried to control when she went out, and who she saw. He’d started hurling accusations, calling her filthy names, and throwing things when he got mad. One time, he’d punched a hole in a wall. She’d finally left him six months after the wedding.

  “You were separated that long? But why—” Luke forced himself to stop, even though it pained him that she hadn’t contacted him. But, really, he knew why. She hadn’t trusted her feelings for him. She did now, though, or at least she would; he’d make sure of it. That was all that mattered.

  “At first, he let me have my space. When I mentioned divorce, he began courting me like crazy, but in very disturbing ways. Ridiculously expensive gifts. And love letters that failed to recognize the troubles we’d had or even that we were separated. When I persisted about wanting the divorce, he got ugly again. So I just let it go for a while. For years,” she admitted. “Eventually, though, I needed to know I was severed from him, legally, so I could move on with my life. It was … it was after the divorce was final that he really started to scare me, but he didn’t truly get violent until—”

  “Violent how?” Luke interrupted in a quiet but deadly voice. Noah had refused to give him the particulars, although he did say the physical abuse was limited. Limited was still far too much, and Luke needed to hear what Sarah had suffered in her own words.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this.”

  They were lying propped up in bed, her back resting against his chest. He tipped her chin around so she was forced to look at him. “I want to know everything about you. No secrets. Tell me what happened.”

  She swallowed, and he felt her shudder. He gathered her deeper into his arms, and she smiled up at him before turning away. Glancing down, he saw that she was twisting her hands together so tightly that her knuckles were white. “It was late. I drove to the supermarket to buy some cereal.” She sucked in a breath. “He was waiting for me in the parking lot. He started talking about you. About how I’d never gotten over you. How I’d probably imagined it was you making love to me whenever he touched me. He acted … crazy.”

  “And …” he prompted when she stopped speaking.

  “And I was so tired of his bullshit. Of the years I’d wasted, that I’d thrown away by marrying him, when I could have been with you—” Her voice cracked.

  He rubbed her arms and kissed the top of her head. He had plenty of his own regrets, but nothing would be gained by dwelling on them now. This was about her. “Keep going.”

  “I’d always denied my feelings for you in the past, but that night I no longer wanted to. I told him he was right. I told him the truth.” She scooted around so she was facing him and braced her hands on his shoulders. His hands encircled her waist. “I told him I thought of you every hour of the day, and that I thought of you most when any other man, including him, especially him, touched me. I told him it was the only way I was able to bear his touch. By imaging it was you I was kissing. You I was loving.”

  His fingers on her waist tightened convulsively, and his heart almost stopped at how angry her response would’ve made Richard. “Jesus, Sarah, you had to know he’d lose it. Any man would.”

  “I was done living a lie and I wanted him to know it. He slapped me. Hard.” She paused and touched her cheek as if remembering how it felt. “He’d yelled, threatened, and thrown things, but he’d never hit me before. I didn’t feel any pain, all I felt was anger. I fought him. Scratched his face. He pushed me down and he … the look in his eyes, Luke. He was going to kill me.”

  He closed his own eyes. It was all he could do not to grab his car keys and search for the fucker. But he knew Sarah needed him. Needed to get this out.

  “So I screamed. I yelled out his name and badge number, over and over again. When he covered my mouth, I bit him. There’d been no one else in the parking lot up to then, but suddenly headlights appeared. He ran away. The next day the phone calls started, followed by notes. Sick declarations of his love. Claims that my life belonged to him and that if he couldn’t have me, he’d make damn sure no one else ever would.” The fear came back with full vengeance, and a tear slipped down her cheek. “He started threatening my friends. And you. He said he’d hurt anyone I cared about if I breathed a word of what he’d done. I believed him, for a while.”

  He pulled her into his arms, practically crushing her with his hug.

  “I was so scared that I even left town.” She shook her head. “I thought if I got some distance I’d feel safe, but it didn’t help. He’s insane, Luke. I think he’d find me anywhere I went. Then I heard you were back in town …”

  Thank God she’d had the good sense to finally go to the police and confess everything to Noah. Thank God she was safe. “When did he assault you in the parking lot?”

  “Two weeks ago.”

  “Right around the time my mother called and started hounding me to come back to town.”

  “She did?” She tensed against him. “Do you think your mother knew?” The timing seemed strange, but he doubted it.

  “I’ve run into her a couple of times …” she said. “She was always pleasant.”

  “She knows how crazy I was about you.” And his parents had been pretty crazy about her. Granted, they’d only met her once before Sarah had broken up with him, but they hadn’t cared about her past or believed what people said about her. They’d seen how happy she made him. It was too bad Sarah hadn’t.

  A tense silence followed his statement until she sniffed. Panic surged through him. Had he said the wrong thing? Driven her away again with careless words? “Hey, that wasn’t meant to make you sad.”

  “I know. It’s just … I’ve been such a fool. Four years we could have been together, all wasted. How can you ever forgive me?”

  “Easy,” he said. “Just spend the rest of your life making it up to me. You can start in bed, of course, but we can work our way around the house—”

  His breath whooshed out of him when she elbowed him in the gut. He laughed and rubbed his side. “Man, you can be mean.”

  “If you’d rather, when you piss me off, I can try withholding my, er, sexual favors instead—”

  He pulled her in for a swift kiss. “The elbow’s good. I love the elbow. Come on, do it again …”

  She shrieked
with laughter and pounced on him, smothering him with kisses. When she was done, she trailed her fingers over his body, once again paying particular attention to his tattoo. It obviously fascinated her. “Tell me about your job. I bet you’re a wonderful cop. Have you been careful?”

  His hesitation wasn’t lost on her.

  “Oh, Luke …” she cried.

  He pulled her into his arms again. “Shh. I’m fine. I’ve been doing undercover work. Often dangerous undercover work. But I’m not foolhardy.”

  “Just not careful,” she concluded. “No wonder you got that tattoo. When you play with bad boys, you have to mark yourself as the biggest, baddest one in the bunch.”

  Damn, she was smart. And beautiful. And sexy. “I didn’t have much reason to be careful before. That’s different now.”

  “You promise?”

  “I promise.” And he meant it. Of course, being a cop would always be dangerous, but he didn’t have to volunteer for the riskiest ops every single time. Not even his partner, Ty, did that anymore, not since he’d finally won over the love of his life, Claire Fullerton. Hell, Luke thought, he was getting old anyway. Maybe it was wiser to leave those kinds of heroics to the younger guys. Most of the time …

  “Because if you give me all this pleasure again and tell me you love me, only to abandon me by getting yourself hurt, Luke, I swear it’d kill me …”

  “Shh.” He smoothed his hands over her hair, hating the panic and desperation he could hear in her voice. At the same time, she obviously felt she had a stake in what he did or didn’t do, which was incredibly arousing. “How about just trying to kill me yourself—with pleasure,” he suggested.

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Challenge accepted.”

  “Oh really?”

  He hadn’t meant to challenge her. At least, he didn’t think so. But with her snarling at him about being careful and looking like she meant business, his cock had gotten mighty hard mighty fast.