Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue, 5)

by Nicole Edwards

  “On the bed,” I muttered, gripping his hips and pushing him up onto the mattress.

  I had enough sense to grab the lube as I crawled onto the bed with him. Seconds later, my cock was slick as I aligned with his body, eager to thrust inside.

  “Hold on, cowboy,” I growled. “Fucking hold on.”

  Without waiting a second longer, I impaled him on my cock. His knees shifted back as I pressed him into the mattress with my weight. I fused our lips together as I began pumping my hips, fucking him as though my life depended on it.

  The cowboy whimpered and moaned, his arms tightly twined around my neck as he held on to me. I kept at it, fucking him roughly, not caring about anyone or anything except for his pliant body beneath me and his tongue warring with mine.

  Unchecked groans escaped me as I fought the overwhelming urge to come hard and fast. I wanted to enjoy this, to ride it out for as long as I could.

  Finally, I managed to break the kiss and pushed up onto my knees. I gripped the cowboy’s hips and jerked him toward me as I thrust forward, driving my cock deep into his ass. I was possessed and I didn’t give a shit. His body clamped onto my cock, hot and so fucking welcoming. It was driving me out of my mind.

  Our eyes locked and I held his stare as I continued to fuck him.

  Goddamn it, Brax. What the fuck are you doing to me?

  As soon as his name registered in my mind, I threw myself forward again, bending him in half as I held myself over him and slammed my hips downward, driving as far as I could inside him before retreating. I pummeled him over and over, relishing the sharp gasps and desperate groans my thrusts earned me.

  The sudden urge to have him riding me had me wrapping one arm beneath his back.

  “Hold on,” I commanded again as I rolled onto my back.

  Without dislodging my cock from his ass, the cowboy repositioned so that he could fuck me, lifting and lowering on my cock. I reached for his dick and stroked him roughly, our eyes once again fixed together.

  “Fuck me,” I ordered. “Make me come, damn you.”

  The cowboy rode me like a fucking bull, driving me closer and closer to release until I couldn’t hold back a second longer.

  Without warning, I roared my release, slamming my hips up into him. He cried out as his cock jerked in my hand, cum splashing over my belly and my chest.

  When I could take a breath without fearing I would pass out, I smiled up at him.

  “Clean me, cowboy.”

  He smiled in return. “Gladly, Zeke.”

  And he did.

  *

  Friday, October 26

  Jamie surprised me on Friday morning when she showed up just after six in the morning. Like usual, she caught me during my workout. Thankfully, I’d been mindful of the day, figuring she would show up since I had purposely kept her away from the house last Friday. I had made sure both the cowboy and the pretty boy were dressed just in case.

  “So, what’s for breakfast?” she teased when I finished the last of my set.

  “Your choice. I just need to shower.”

  Jamie stared back at me, her head tilting to one side, then the other.

  I frowned. “What?”

  She shrugged. “I’m not sure but I think something’s different.”

  I waved her off. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nothing’s different.”

  “You’re smiling more,” she teased.

  “I’m always smiling.”

  “If you say so.”

  Not wanting her to throw out some of that psychobabble she was fond of, I motioned toward the stairs. “After you.”

  With a grin, she jogged up the stairs and I followed close behind.

  “My brother’s treating the three of us to breakfast,” Jamie announced when we were on the main floor.

  The cowboy grinned from his spot in the kitchen. This week, he’d taken to cooking Tank’s food, coming up with dog-friendly meals that had shocked the shit out of me. Tank certainly didn’t object to the new dishes he’d been given. While the cowboy would deliver Tank’s breakfast to him, I handled his dinner. The pretty boy had contributed by spending an hour outside in the evenings, throwing the ball until Tank could hardly walk from exhaustion.

  I’d gone to the office with Tank every day this week while they were getting back into a regular routine with Trent. Although I wanted to take them to the office simply because I could play with them all damn day, I’d taken a step back and allowed them to get back on some sort of schedule. Oddly enough, it was working for us.

  From what I’d gathered from Justin and Ben, the restaurant was underway, the interior demolition already complete. As for the gym, the last of the tenants who had previously occupied those two floors would be moving out at the end of the month. Once that took place, they would be full steam ahead on it, too.

  “Where’re we going?” the pretty boy asked when he came down from taking his shower. His smile was bright when it landed on Jamie.

  “There’s this diner,” Jamie began telling them. “The waitress flirts with Zeke. It’s kinda cute.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m gonna shower. Be back in a minute.”

  While she started rambling about pancakes and shit, I went upstairs to take care of my morning business. Twenty minutes later, I returned to find the three of them sitting at the kitchen table sharing coffee.

  Jamie spun around to look at me. “You ready?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Great. I’m driving!”

  “The hell you are,” I grumbled. I’d seen my sister drive. No way was I getting in a car with her.

  “Can’t blame a girl for trying,” she said with a giggle.

  She seemed in an even better mood than usual and I couldn’t help but wonder what had her so chipper. Jamie always had a quick smile, but this was different. She was different.

  “How many brothers and sisters did you say you had?” Jamie prompted the cowboy when we were all piled in my truck.

  “Four brothers, three sisters.”

  “And what do your sisters do?”

  “Two are in the military, one owns a bakery.”

  “Ah, so she got the cooking gene, too?”

  I peered in the rearview mirror to see her wide smile as she stared over at the cowboy.

  “She did.”

  “And what do your brothers do?”

  “The oldest is a divorce lawyer, the next two own a landscaping business, and my younger brother’s … well, he’s not doin’ much of anything these days.”

  I noticed the way the pretty boy grinned when he listened to the cowboy speak. I found myself doing the same. This was one of those rare chances for me to learn something about them without meddling. My sister would do that for me so I could sit back and pretend not to care.

  Oddly enough, I was starting to care. More than I should. Not that I was going to let them in on that little secret. Throughout the week, I’d continued to play with them. Sometimes in the basement, sometimes in the living room while we watched television. One time, I’d had the pretty boy sit under the kitchen table and blow me while the cowboy and I ate dinner.

  I had to continuously remind myself that they were my fuck toys and I had to take advantage while I could. At some point, they would be ready to leave, to find a place here in Chicago, where they would be working full-time in the future. I tried not to think about that end date, but I knew it was lurking.

  They needed what I could offer them and I wasn’t willing to give them more than that. While I found myself fascinated more and more, I knew my place. I was the alpha in this thing and they already had a relationship. Since the cowboy’s punishment was over, they’d gone back to sleeping beneath my bed. Once or twice I had considered having them join me. Fortunately, I’d shaken off the ridiculous idea before I opened my fucking mouth and said something stupid.

  “Are they here in Chicago?”

  The cowboy chuckled. “Oh, no. They wouldn’t last a minute in the city. We grew up in North Carolin
a, but we moved to Texas when I was twelve. My parents have a small farm, a couple of horses, some goats and pigs. The two sisters in the military are both deployed—one army, the other navy. The bakery owner lives in the suburbs of Dallas. My parents are a little farther north. My landscaping brothers moved to Arkansas about eight years ago. And the divorce lawyer lives in California.”

  “That’s a big family. Was it hard growing up with that many people in the same house?”

  “Even when we had two bathrooms, it wasn’t easy.”

  Jamie huffed a laugh. “Only two bathrooms? For ten people? That would’ve been miserable. What about you, Case?”

  He turned his head to speak to her. “No siblings. I was more than enough for my parents.”

  I glanced his way, silently wishing he would elaborate. Perhaps he could delve into the reasons he needed pain.

  “So, you grew up alone?” Jamie asked.

  “Not really, no.” The pretty boy turned to face the front, his gaze straying out the side window. “After we moved to Texas, I met John. He and I were inseparable for years. He died of leukemia when he was seventeen.”

  The way he spoke said that was a time in his life that wasn’t easy to remember.

  “I’m so sorry,” Jamie said kindly. “Were you close to his parents?”

  I glanced in the rearview mirror to look at my sister. That seemed an odd question to ask.

  “I was. After John died, they moved to the city. Got an apartment. They wanted a change of scenery. Not long after, they split up. I visited them from time to time.”

  An apartment? In the city? Perhaps that was the reason he’d had a strange reaction to the apartment here. Had something happened there?

  Shit.

  That was a question I didn’t need an answer to. It wasn’t my business.

  “Well, I had Zeke,” Jamie noted. “Our parents died when I was six, so he took care of me mostly. Him and Opa. We went to live with my grandfather after they died. But it was Zeke who took care of me most of the time.”

  “Is that right?” the cowboy questioned, sounding strangely fascinated.

  “Yep, without him, I don’t know where I’d be.”

  When I heard the sadness in her tone, I turned my attention to the road.

  I felt their eyes on me, knew the pretty boy and the cowboy were attempting to humanize me in some form. I doubted they’d done so before now. Part of me wished they wouldn’t. They could continue to see me as the monster everyone believed me to be.

  Thankfully, I pulled up to the diner in time to put an end to that conversation. Without a word, I threw the truck in park and hopped out.

  My overly cheerful sister was at my side a moment later, hooking her arm into mine and leading the way into the restaurant. While everyone seemed distracted by her giddiness, I did my best to allow the mask to fall back in place.

  I hoped like hell the cowboy and the pretty boy didn’t start looking at me differently. If they did … well, if they did, then perhaps it was time for us to move this to the end phase. Maybe that was what was best for everyone.

  Especially me.

  *

  Case

  (The pretty boy)

  JAMIE LAUTNER WAS CUTE AS could be. The way she mooned over her brother, as though he was the greatest man she’d ever known… It gave me tremendous insight into Zeke. A glimpse I honestly never thought I would have the opportunity to see. There was a hell of a lot more to him than most people realized. Sure, he was a sadistic man, but there were so many other qualities about him that intrigued me.

  The way he carried on a conversation with Jamie made it obvious he was highly intelligent. Of course, I’d gathered that merely from his position at Chatter PR Global. I’d heard him talk to clients, knew he was well-versed in what he did. But it was more than that. He had something to say on nearly every subject she brought up. Unless it pertained to something personal. Especially regarding Brax or me. He did not seem pleased by Jamie’s inquisitive nature when it came to our history.

  Yet he listened without interruption as Jamie asked about what we did for a living, how we’d come to be in the industries we were in. How we’d met Trent Ramsey, what was it like working for him. And so on and so forth.

  When she finally fell silent for a moment, I decided to get in a question of my own.

  “So, were you able to make it to Dichotomy?”

  A deep growl sounded from Zeke and I looked over to see him glaring back at me. I smiled because why not. I knew this wasn’t a subject he was fond of, but I wanted to know how it had turned out.

  “I was,” she said hesitantly, her eyes darting over to Zeke, who was sitting beside her in the booth.

  “And…?” I prompted.

  “It was…” She took a deep breath and then a brilliant smile transformed her face. “It was amazing, Case. Truly amazing. I’ve never experienced anything like it. I couldn’t believe half of what I saw. It was far more intense than any book I’d read.”

  I watched Zeke as she spoke, noticed the way his hand tightened around the handle of his coffee mug. If he wasn’t careful, he would break the damn thing.

  “So you spent time with Master Edge?” Brax asked.

  There was a dreamy look in her eyes and I was suddenly grateful Zeke was sitting beside her. Otherwise, he would’ve seen that look and poor Master Edge would probably be missing a few fingernails at the very least. I imagined Zeke torturing the man, tying him to a chair, demanding answers before plucking out his fingernails one by one when he didn’t say what the Sadist wanted to hear.

  “I did,” she said, her tone steadier than her gaze. “He showed me around, let me watch some scenes. We talked for what felt like hours. I had a fantastic time.”

  “So I take it you related to the submissives?”

  “Yes. Very much so. In fact, I’m going to go back.”

  Zeke grimaced, but he didn’t look at his sister. I could see the strain on his face. He was holding back whatever he wanted to say. I had to admit, I was proud of him. I could tell this wasn’t easy, but he was giving his sister the chance she had asked for.

  “Do you know when?” Brax asked.

  “No.” She smiled, but it appeared sad. “I was hoping Master Edge would call me, but he hasn’t.”

  Zeke’s eyes cut to his sister, but he didn’t turn his head. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he happy Master Edge was blowing her off? Or was he planning to beat the man to a pulp for it?

  There was no telling with Zeke.

  “So, tell me what it is you’re studying,” I prompted, hoping by changing the subject the big man would get in a better mood.

  That or he wouldn’t decide to take his frustrations out on us for bringing it up in the first place.

  “Hmmm. Where should I start?” There was a mischievous gleam in Jamie’s eyes when she spoke.

  I was almost positive I’d seen that same gleam in Zeke’s a time or two.

  *

  “What’s your plan for the day?” Zeke asked Jamie when we were heading back to his house an hour later.

  “I’ve got class this afternoon,” she told him. “What’s your plan?”

  “Work.”

  Since Jamie was riding shotgun, she turned her head to look back at me and Brax.

  “And you two?”

  “They’re going to the office with me,” Zeke stated before either of us could respond.

  This was the first I was hearing of the day’s plan, but I wasn’t bothered by it in the least. I was hoping to spend more time with Zeke, not less.

  “Yeah? That sounds fun.”

  Oh, I got the feeling it would be anything but fun. However, I certainly didn’t mind the idea. I’d spent the better part of the week with Brax. During those times I wasn’t with Trent, anyway. Not that there had been a lot going on, but it was nice to settle back into work.

  Still, I couldn’t deny that I welcomed the chance to spend some time with Zeke. I didn’t even care what he had in
store for us. Based on his solitude this morning, I got the feeling he was cooking up something interesting.

  When we pulled into the driveway, Jamie smiled back at us. “Thank you both for having breakfast with me. I had a great time.”

  “Likewise,” Brax told her.

  “Same here,” I said. “And good luck with Master Edge.”

  Zeke’s gaze shot up to the rearview mirror and I knew he was looking back at me.

  Jamie unbuckled her seat belt, then leaned over and kissed Zeke on the cheek. “I’ll talk to you later. Be good.”

  He chuckled, a rough sound that had my balls trembling.

  “I’m always good.”

  “Right.” With that, Jamie hopped out of the truck and headed over to her car.

  “Cowboy. Go on in and get Tank.”

  Oh, shit.

  “Yes, Zeke.” Brax shot me a concerned look before he got out of the truck.

  When the two of us were alone, Zeke glanced back over his shoulder. The smile he shot my way spoke of dark promises.

  “I’ve got something in store for you once we get to the office.”

  I couldn’t look away from him. “Whatever pleases you, Zeke.”

  I knew it sounded like I was taunting him and maybe I was. Just a little. The truth was, I felt more comfortable with Zeke. Although he wasn’t sharing anything about himself in words, he was opening up in other ways. I found him to be a fascinating man and I didn’t care how he interacted with us, just as long as he did.

  And I suspected whatever he was cooking up was going to have me wishing I’d kept my mouth shut that morning.

  Still, I was looking forward to it all the same.

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  ZEKE

  DESPITE HIS CHOICE OF TOPICS of conversation, the pretty boy amused me. Although irritated that I had to listen to my sister discuss her visit to Dichotomy, I had to admire the way the pretty boy launched right into it while I was sitting directly across from him.

  And with a smirk on his face, to boot.

  The pretty boy was going to pay for that later and I was going to enjoy the hell out of it.

  But right now, I was allowing the pretty boy and the cowboy to chat it up with Luci, Addison, and Dale up in the break room. I figured I’d give them some time. Allow them to relax before I sought them out and made them beg.