by Trace, Piper
But he’d shown her the effect those words had on him, made her feel the hard truth of it in his erection. She’d heard the strange emotion in his voice that she couldn’t place, and her compulsion to respond to his barbarous confession dissipated like smoke.
Still, she wrenched herself from his grip anyway and hugged her arms against her sides, feeling chilled away from his heat. If she didn’t say something now, she might never find the words. Time spent with Ford was like a quicksand of consent and pleasure—though she’d relished sexual satisfaction she never thought she’d experience, she feared there was no way to get out unscathed, no matter how hard she tried to keep her heart reigned in.
“Ford, I’m going to say something very real to you right now, and you’re not going to like it but I need you to pay attention because I might not be able to say it again. You keep pushing me and pushing me, and I know you say it gets you off but I think it’s more than that. You want to see exactly how far I’m willing to go for you. What I can’t figure out is why.” She looked up, locking her eyes to his. “If I do these things for you, would it prove I really care about you? Is that what you’re trying to figure out? Or are you hoping that if you push me far enough I’ll never care about you? Is that what you want?” Her voice gained strength as she spoke the words. “And you know what’s the worst part? I don’t think you know.”
“You need to stop.” Ford’s voice was dull. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Evie, do not over-think our situation. Don’t try to get into my head. I am not bluffing when I tell you it will ruin everything.” His voice sounded desolate, lonely. And his eyes told her he believed what he was saying.
“Fine,” her voice was wavering. “Fine. I’ll try Ford, for you. If that’s what you need. I promise. I’ll try to do the things you ask and not wonder why. I just assumed you’d be there the first time with Charley.”
“Evangeline.” He drew out her name and his voice had gentled. “Please just enjoy it. I know Charley can make you feel good. Do you promise me you’ll try?”
“I promise,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I missed you today. You and Charley. You’re great with each other—a better pair than I ever imagined. And you’re great with me.”
Warmth filled her and she rested her forehead against Ford’s chest feeling so close to him, yet so unreachably far away. “I missed you too,” she whispered.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, love. You’ll be wonderful, Evie. You always are.” He kissed her on the top of her head and released her. She watched him disappear into the darkness of his bedroom alone, and heard the hollow click of the door closing behind him.
A moment later, sliding the bolt to lock her own bedroom door, she leaned her head against the cool wood, wondering why she was even making such a big deal about it. Yesterday she was begging Charley to fuck her. But that was on her terms—her decision. When she’d agreed to be loyal to Ford, to do what he asked, she’d thought he’d be there commanding her through all the awkward parts. That would make it easier to follow his orders. Not like this.
But like it or not, Charley was on his way to the house right at that moment to fuck her.
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~DARKER~
CHAPTER TWENTY
BACK IN HER bed, Evie stared at the intricately coffered ceiling, wide awake, anxiety fluttering her pulse. She’d agreed to have sex with Ford whenever he wanted, and she’d also agreed to have sex with Charley at Ford’s command. In fact, she wanted to have sex with Charley, but not like this. She had assumed that—at least for the first time—Ford would be there, telling her to do it.
If she was fucking his best friend because it turned Ford on, then she wanted Ford to watch her do it. She didn’t want to be ordered and sent away, like a member of the household staff, meant to disappear and finish the chore unnoticed by the master of the house.
Her fluttering heart instantly began thudding when she heard the unmistakable rumble of Charley’s motorcycle. To her surprise, he was at her door knocking softly in less than a minute. She wrapped her new robe around her naked body and let him in.
“Did you even stop to park your motorcycle?” she muttered.
“Are you kidding? Knowing what was waiting up here for me? You’re lucky I didn’t launch it straight through the window and land right in your bed!”
She giggled, in spite of her anxiety. “You’re ridiculous.”
The lights were all off in her room but it was a clear night and moonlight poured in through the big windows.
“Why didn’t you use your key?” Evie asked.
“Respect,” Charley answered simply and she smiled again. She was trying to be grumpy but Charley was making it hard.
“So you respect the woman who’s being paid to fuck you?”
Charley nodded his head, his face suddenly serious. “Of course I respect you. I hope you know that already. But that doesn’t mean I won’t bend you over the end of that bed and fuck you until you can’t stand up.”
Evie took a step backward, her breath hitching at his blunt, erotic honesty.
Charley moved toward her in slow, deliberate steps, the way one might approach a horse not yet broken to saddle. “And know this…however long I get to spend in your bed tonight, Evie, won’t be nearly long enough for me to do everything to you that I want to do. But I’m gonna try.”
Evie recognized the tingling growing between her legs at Charley’s frank admissions. There was no denying the easy sexuality he projected or the chemistry that charged the air between them. It wasn’t simply a mutual attraction they shared. They also shared a secret neither of them vocalized, but of which both were constantly aware.
They were in Ford’s capture, willingly.
They were both compelled with a dizzying surety to do whatever Ford asked of them. And whether that willingness came from a love for Ford, from self-exploration of their own sexual limits, or from simple lust, Evie was certain neither of them knew. What she did know is that they were the only two people in the world who were in this together. And especially now after Ford had forced them to bond, Evie felt sure she and Charley would succeed or fail, emerge happy or broken, together as well.
If they were to share an experience as infinite as love or as devastating as heartbreak, and all for the same man, shouldn’t they also be as close as two human beings can be? She realized she wanted Charley inside her as much mentally as she did physically. That intimacy might give them the strength to see things through with Ford.
Charley interrupted her thoughts. “At least show me what you’ve got on under your robe.” He gestured toward her. “Since we’re just going to stand here all night.”
She shook her head. She did want him, but knowing in her gut that she wanted Charley in her bed, and getting straight to the business of screwing him because Ford told her to, were two totally different things.
“Fine, then let’s get some sleep.” He stepped around her to the bed and she turned to keep her eyes on him. He casually stripped his clothes off, as if they’d seen each other naked a million times. Evie concentrated on keeping her gaze on his face. “I sleep in the nude, whether I’m fucking or not.” He grinned and pulled back the covers. “Now tell me in detail what we did so I can tell Ford in the morning. I don’t want your reluctance to screw me to be the cause of you getting spanked. And don’t leave out the details men would remember, like how much your boobs bounced and how wet you were.” He yawned.
A powerful surge of affection for Charley walloped Evie. He was going to lie to Ford for her. That wasn’t a decision a man as loyal as Charley would have come to lightly. Stepping toward him, she let her robe slither off her shoulders, leaving her wearing nothing more than white, fluffy socks.
Charley had no similar concerns about keeping his eyes on Evie’s face. He hissed in a breath, a wide smile spanning across his handsome jaw, and shook his head. “You are killin’ me, girl.” In a graceful swoop, he wrapped one stro
ng arm around her waist and hauled her onto the center of the bed so roughly her breasts jostled. She squealed, clinging to the tanned bicep now pinning her to the mattress.
He leaned over her, his voice was husky and low, his mouth so close she could almost feel his lips brush hers when he whispered, “I don’t want you to do anything with me you don’t want to do, understand?”
She nodded, suddenly so keyed up to screw this man that she was having trouble thinking straight.
“You are something else,” he whispered and kissed her, his lips lingering and caressing lazily, as if he had set aside the whole evening just to kiss Evie. “I love kissing you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Now that I decided I don’t hate your guts, it seems like I want to kiss you all the time.”
Her giggle jarred the quiet moment. “So when you decided you didn’t hate me, is that about the time you decided you wanted to fuck me too?” she teased.
“Oh hell no. I wanted to fuck you even when I hated you. Maybe especially then.” He curled his mouth into a wicked smile and lowered it again to hers. His lips were so soft and full, all she could think about was having them on her body. His tongue probed hungrily against hers, seeking her response.
She closed her eyes and let go, hoping her urgent tongue would communicate her impatience for him to be inside her. Without thinking, she made a small, pleading sound in her throat. All day the embers of her lust had been held just short of bursting into flame. It was maddening.
Charley read her whimper as all the encouragement he needed. He crushed his lips to hers aggressively, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Then, with a flat palm, he pressed her face to the side with just enough force to make her pussy muscles clench involuntarily. During her short tutelage with Ford she’d discovered it made her very wet when a man reminded her in bed of how much bigger he was than her.
And that he intended to satisfy himself in her body.
Charley exerted just enough pressure to send her that message, as if he knew exactly how to reduce her to his quivering pleasure slave.
Burying his shaggy head against her neck, he nipped until he found the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She gasped. He chuckled, low and throaty. “Is that your spot?” he mumbled against her moist skin. “I bet I can find others.”
She pressed her hands against Charley’s massive chest muscles, running her palms over them and then down his well-defined arms. He had more chest hair than Ford and his tawny skin gave her the impression he spent a lot of time outdoors. He bowed his back, curling his shoulders in as he worked over her body. But he was positioned off to the side, his erection not touching her, and she wanted to remedy that.
She pushed against him, trying to lift him away from her so she could rake her eyes over him like an overzealous patron at a male revue. A naked Charley was quite a treat.
If Ford was a Kobe fillet, then Charley was all cowboy rib-eye—both probably bad for you, but sinfully delicious. And, she was willing to bet, both thoroughly satisfying. It all depended on what you were in the mood for that day.
And, oh boy, she was suddenly starving for cowboy rib-eye. And Charley was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
She wasn’t strong enough to push him off her, but he realized her intention and pulled back to look down at her, his eyes trailing the lines of her body. She wasn’t sure how much of her naked body he could see, even in the bright moonlight, but she hoped he liked what he saw.
“Evie, goddamn.” He shook his head. “Look at your body. You are so curvy. You’re sin in skin.” A laugh rumbled through his chest. “I honestly don’t know where to start fucking.”
Evie giggled at his crass seduction, but an electric thrill of anticipation ran through her to her toes as she began imagining all the places he could start.
He settled onto his hip on the bed beside her and reached out, grasping one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and pinching, just enough to make the hard point stand rigidly at attention. Evie groaned under her breath. Charley seemed to ignore her response and outlined his graphic plan for her as if he were outlining the agenda to a college class, the likes of which she’d never attended.
“First, I’m going to start fucking your tits but I’m definitely going to finish inside you.” He cupped his hand around one of her breasts and squeezed. She whimpered, thinking she might explode if he didn’t do something to her soon—anything. But Charley continued as if she hadn’t responded. “I’d love to shoot cum all over your tits and your lips, but I haven’t been inside you yet and I really can’t wait to bury myself in you. Hard.” Charley smirked, clearly enjoying making his sexy plan. “But what I really want to do, Ford says I can’t. I can’t have your ass. He wants to be the first to fuck your virgin bottom. Too bad.” He slid his hand under her. “I really would love to fuck your ass.”
Her pulse leapt at the words, reacting with both fear and lust. It warmed her to hear Ford had claimed her ass as his. It was hardly romantic, but that reality didn’t change the fact that she liked his proprietariness about her body. No shame in this house, and dammit, she liked it that Ford thought access to her body was his to dole out and his to keep for himself. Maybe with Ford, that was as close as she’d get to romance.
Charley moved back to her breasts and licked and sucked them both, leaving them very wet. He moved up so he straddled her body, his knees on either side of her elbows. Hoarsely, he instructed, “Hold them together for me so I can fuck your tits.”
Evie pushed her breasts together, scrambling her fingers against the slickness left by his kisses, so that Charley could shove his cock into her cleavage. Slowly, he pushed his rigidness between her soft mounds, and he slid in easily, assisted by his own saliva glistening on her breasts in the moonlight. Her generous cleavage enveloped even his big cock, which was larger than Ford’s, and that was saying something.
Charley blew out his breath, his face lighting up in one of his trademark smiles made of sunshine. “Goddamn Evie! Ahh, fuck! That feels incredible.” He thrust his cock up and down through her cleavage. His hands gripped the headboard above her, and his strong legs pressed into her sides as he rocked against her. Closing his eyes, he seemed to lose himself in the joy of using her that way. She drank in the look on his face—exhilaration, fun and pure lust. The combination, reflected in his boyish good looks, was mesmerizing. It was like having a vivacious Greek god fucking her tits.
Soon she felt his quads start to tremble and his thrusting become more erratic. He pulled his cock out from between her breasts and sat back, taking a deep breath and clenching and unclenching his fists. “Nearly lost it there. Damn, it’s hard to stop doing that.” She had to smile, but he was serious about making sure he’d be inside her, and she couldn’t wait to accommodate him.
He moved back down the mattress until he was beside her again. She could feel his now-wet erection against her hip, distracting her while he kissed her softly. She squirmed, anxious for his slick cock to be in another area. Stilling his kisses, he rolled her on the mattress as if she were a doll. “Turn on your side, Evie, with your back to me. I want you from behind.”
She shifted, trying to accommodate him, but she still sucked in her breath when Charley pushed the broad head of his cock against her wet entrance. With a shiver, she realized she was on the precipice of an odd but thrilling milestone. She was one hip flex away from fucking another man because Ford had commanded her to do it. But Charley seemed in no mood for reflection. With purpose, he rocked his hips forward and entered her. She groaned, fireworks exploding in her brain at the moment she’d done what Ford had demanded.
Charley seemed lost in her. He tilted his body, using his weight as leverage to work his cock deeper, pressing her into the mattress. His whisper was husky in her ear. “Ford said I could have you any way I want you. Any time.”
She moaned, arching her back and pressing up to meet his next thrust. He took the opportunity to shove hard into her, as if trying to bury every inch of himself.
She gasped as the sheer size of his cock stretched her full.
He pulled her hips against his, cradling her with his body. Charley’s touch was that of a lover, his affection open and obvious, but the words he repeated were straight out of the mesmerizing, erotic darkness of Ford’s world. “Ford said I could have you, Evie. He said I could fuck you.” His ragged whisper was punctuated by the rhythm of his strokes.
Charley’s crude words reminding them both of Ford’s dominance over her, and the long, rough thrusts of Charley’s cock were exactly what Evie needed. She reached backwards, pressing her palm against the hard, flexing muscles of his buttock. “Charley!” she practically screamed. “Take me hard!”
Charley growled, rising up and bracing himself on his left arm while at the same time scooping his hand around Evie’s waist. He pinned her body under him so she was facing the mattress, her head turned to the side so she could breathe. “You sure you’re ready for this?” He spoke into her hair, right behind her ear, his voice tight with his effort for control.
“Please. I need to come. Let me.”
He braced himself up on one elbow, tucking his hand around her front to press his fingers between her sensitive pussy lips, seeking out her clit. She squirmed when he honed in on it, pinching and stroking. He circled her hard nub, eliciting whimpers and gasps she’d never heard herself make. That expert stimulation plus four more long, heavy strokes of his cock into her later and the orgasm that had been simmering inside her all day was finally unleashed.
The reverberations of ecstasy ripped through her. She curled into herself, tucking into a ball in front of him as she convulsed in pleasure. She cried out Charley’s name. Screamed it with all the power behind the release he’d just given her.
She wanted Ford to know how well Charley had taken care of her, since Ford wouldn’t.