“Oh, you’re going to get all of me. Hang on.”
She understood, just from the look in his eyes that he meant that statement in more ways than one. Still, she slid her hands up his arms and took what he now seemed determined—thank God—to give her.
Then he sank into her, balls deep, and she knew that all that she feared, all that had hurt her, had been shoved deeply and firmly into the past.
* * * *
Jackson closed his eyes and groaned. Nothing had ever felt better than having his cock surrounded by the amazing tight, wet heat of Ari’s cunt.
He opened his eyes, and his first priority, despite his extreme state of horniness, was the woman beneath him.
Likely because he was holding himself still inside her, she opened her eyes. He remained unmoving until she met his gaze again.
Ari smiled, the most alluring siren smile he’d ever seen. He read relief in her eyes. She’d been afraid, her fear based solely on previous experience. And yet she’d opened herself to him, putting herself in the most vulnerable position a woman could ever know.
He had to work very hard just then at not letting the rage burning within him show. He’d put all the clues together and come up with a heartbreaking idea of what Ari had endured in her life, and when.
If he ever encountered her stepfather, he would be hard pressed not to murder the son of a bitch.
That bastard’s heinous actions had forced Ari into an untenable situation—making her choose to leave home, alone, while yet a child. Jackson didn’t even want to think about what she went through in her growing-up years. Years that should have been full of love and laughter and amazing possibilities.
He wrenched his thoughts out of the dark and nebulous past and focused on the beautiful, sexy woman beneath him. He returned her smile. And then she said what instantly became his three favorite words.
“Fuck me, Jackson.”
“Ari.” Passion—not lust, but real, deep passion—swamped him. Slipping his arms around her, he held her close, mated his mouth to hers, and began to move inside her.
The wonder of actually fucking Ari’s cunt felt better than anything he’d ever experienced. She wrapped her legs around him and returned his thrusts, measure for measure. He used the hand under her ass to pull her even closer to him, moving even more boldly. She stayed with him, her hips undulating in perfect sync with his. He felt every bit of her tunnel clasping his cock, groaning in pleasure when he felt a ripple caress his entire length.
He lifted his lips from hers. “God, yes, baby, do that again.”
She did, and he had to work very hard at not coming right then and there. “You feel so damn good surrounding my cock.” He knew he wouldn’t last. So he focused on moving so that he hit her sweet spot. On the third try he felt it, that tiny little circle of flesh up inside her tunnel that turned rock hard and then tried to wrap around his cock.
“Yes, oh, yes, Jackson, please…” Ari’s desperate plea tapered off. Her cunt turned hot, her body shivered, and he knew they were both on the edge. Her arms and legs tightened around him and he felt perfectly cradled against her warm and giving body.
He prolonged his thrusts, moving in such a way that he could rub his pubic hair against her pussy. He found her clit and gave her a couple more really good grinds.
“Yes! Oh!” Ari’s muscles convulsed around his cock as she came. He thrust hard and held himself deep within her, his own convulsions seeming to time themselves perfectly to hers. His cum shot out of his body, pooling in the little sac at the end of the rubber, adding even more heat to their carnal fire.
It was all he could do to keep his full weight off the woman beneath him. Oh, she would very likely scoff if he called her fragile. But she was exactly that in so many ways.
He felt her hands stroking up and down his back and couldn’t hold back his smile. He would be the first to acknowledge he could be a bit of a beast at times, and now he could confirm he was a beast who loved to be petted by Ari Stein.
He nuzzled her neck. “Are you okay?” He didn’t think he’d been very rough, but he knew that there were times when a man didn’t necessarily understand his own strength. He could hurt her so easily, and that was something he never wanted to do.
“Gosh, I hope I was better than just okay, even if I didn’t get to help very much in the process.”
God, I love her smart mouth. “Trust me, Tinker Bell, your participation was very important to the process and very much appreciated.”
He levered himself up and met her gaze. Her grin told him so very much about how she was feeling.
“You didn’t hurt me, slick.” She used her inner muscles just then to squeeze him.
“You keep that up, and we’ll be heading right into round two.”
“Hey, I was just trying to be hospitable. No seconds for you just yet, greedy man. I’ve got another lover waiting for my attentions. I should just toss you aside like a used dish rag. Since I seem to have squeezed all the moisture right out of you for the moment.”
“You have earned yourself so many spankings, Tink. Seriously. Your sweet ass is in danger of becoming permanently pink.”
“I wouldn’t mind waiting and watching another round between the two of you,” Cord said. “That was hot as hell. Rapture looks good on you, sweetheart.” He had eased away from them, giving them lots of room to love. Now he’d moved in closer, close enough to lean in and kiss Ari’s cheek.
“Brother,” Jackson said, “I’m beginning to think our woman is being cheeky just so she’ll earn a spanking.”
“I’m beginning to think you just said that because you really want to give me one…or five.”
Jackson grinned at her. “Damn, I love a smart woman.” He kissed her and then eased himself off the bed. He had to go take care of the condom. He’d make fast work of it because he wanted very much to watch Ari being loved by his brother.
Chapter 9
“Are you too sore for me?”
Ari turned her head to encounter Cord’s concerned look. She wouldn’t call what she felt “sore,” though her body definitely knew she’d just had a lover.
“I’m not sore. Will you fuck me?”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jackson come back into the bedroom, but her focus remained on Cord.
“No.” He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. She hadn’t even noticed it had fallen forward, because she’d become used to having it over one eye that way.
And then his one-word answer penetrated.
Ari frowned. “No?”
“No. I’m not going to ‘fuck’ you or ‘have sex’ with you. I’m going to make love to you, Ari.”
“There’s a difference?” Ari knew a smirk had taken over her face. As far as she was concerned, Cord could try to pretty up what they were going to do together, but it was what it was.
“I know you don’t think so now, sweetheart, but there really is.” He moved closer and turned her onto her back. He looked down at her, the expression in his eyes tender. Using his fingers, he combed her hair back, well away from her face.
“The difference is something more felt than seen. Emotions join the party when it’s making love. I like you, a lot. I’m pretty sure that I’m falling in love with you, because the way I feel when I look at you is completely unlike how I’ve ever felt, looking at any other woman. I want to be a better man, for you. I want to do things for you, and I want to travel back through time and bash the face of whoever it was that hurt you. Not pity, Red. I don’t pity you.”
“I don’t understand that kind of emotion.”
“I know, sweetheart. But you will. Until then, just accept it as a gift, something I want and need, very much, to give you.”
He bent to her and covered her mouth with his. His flavor now familiar, it filled her as she returned his kiss. Their tongues danced, a gentle kind of rhythm, a soft sipping, and a savoring kind of drinking. He lifted his lips from hers and spread butterfly kisses across her face, over h
er eyes, her cheeks, until not one speck of her was left untouched.
He brought his mouth back to hers, and this time, this time he left sweetness behind and simply plundered. Heat flooded her body and ignited her soul. The simple act of kissing somehow became more, became a fire that raged, and a need that burned.
His hands caressed her as he drank her, as his tongue mated with hers so completely she began to feel as if they might actually become one.
He lifted his lips from hers and traveled down her body. He suckled her breasts, and lapped at her stomach. Then he tasted her pussy, nuzzling her slit and using lips and tongue to sample and seduce. Ari felt herself get hotter, yes. But something else blossomed within her as Cord gave and gave until she began to whimper.
A new hunger arose in her, a hunger to please as she was pleasured, to return, full measure, the heat and the arousal and the ecstasy being lavished on her.
Ari reached for him and he came to her. She felt the latex he’d used to protect them brush her folds and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, needing to feel him inside her.
“Please…I need you.”
“I need you, too, sweetheart. I’ve waited my whole life for you.” He met her gaze and held it as he thrust his cock into her in one long, steady plunge.
Ari felt stretched again, and she had the sense that for the rest of her life she would associate that feeling with these two men. Then she couldn’t think at all because Cord moved in her, in and out in a rhythm that began slow and sultry but very quickly became more.
He gained his knees without taking his cock out of her, and then opened her wider so that her legs draped his arms.
“That’s so pretty.” Jackson came close to the bed, stood beside Cord, and looked down, watching as Cord moved in and out of her. “She feels better than anything, doesn’t she? A hot velvet clasp surrounding you in liquid heat.”
“She feels perfect.”
Their talking made her hotter than anything ever had. She really liked having one lover inside her while the other watched. She really liked the fact that Jackson was already hard again, watching.
Ari shivered as arousal spiked, as the sensation of Cord’s cock moving in and out of her, stretching her, excited and satisfied. She felt wild, wanton, and very womanly. Then he shifted his arms, and reached down to touch her clit.
“I need to feel you milk my cock, sweetheart. Come for me.”
One instant, Ari felt herself reaching for that elusive prize, for that wondrous ecstasy. And the next she was soaring, fast and high. She heard Cord’s shout and felt his cock begin to pulse inside her, and knew he joined her. The spasms of Eros rocked her, shuddering through her, and gave her wave after wave of almost unimaginable joy.
Ari struggled for breath and shivered as Cord collapsed on her. Here was another pleasure, his weight on her, pressing her into the mattress. He also heaved for breath, and that made her smile. She ran her hands up and down his back, holding him, caressing him as she had Jackson.
“That was very hot to watch.”
“You, Miss Stein, pack one hell of a wallop.” Cord kissed her neck, his words bathing her skin in moist heat and her soul in satisfaction.
Ari nearly did something then that she never could have dreamed she would ever do. She very nearly opened her mouth to tell them that wasn’t her real name.
Oh, God, what is happening to me?
Since coming to this town, she’d changed, and now she understood that those changes weren’t temporary, weren’t only on the surface. And she had to take the time to think whether or not she should stay or go. The urge to flee rose up, right there in that bed, with her lover’s cock still inside her. That urge was a palpable presence. Run, it said. Run before they find out the truth.
And then the urge and the voice simply died. Ari looked at Cord, and she looked at Jackson, and she knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
She pulled herself back to the present to find two men looking at her with a similar look of tenderness on their faces. What do they see on my face to make them look at me that way?
“Everything is going to be all right, Red,” Cord said.
“You have us now, Tinker Bell. And whether you like it or not, we’re going to take care of you.”
* * * *
The next morning he and Jackson stood side by side, watching as Ari’s car disappeared down the county road.
“From everything I’ve heard since we came to Lusty, I think Jake Kendall is the man to help us with this.”
Cord looked over at Jackson, whose expression let him know just how serious he was about the course of action they’d just decided to take.
“He offered us a place in town the last time we met, but we turned him down in favor of staying close to the ranch for Chase and Brian. Since our priorities have changed, maybe we can take him up on that offer, too.”
“Yeah.” Jackson clapped his shoulder. “Let’s get some things done around here. You call Jake and see if he can give us some time this afternoon.”
Jake could see them at three, which meant they had to wait most of the day. Good thing we’re busy. Cord never minded being busy, and usually he was known for his patience.
He didn’t know why a sense of urgency filled him about this, but it did. He wanted to get the ball rolling.
Finally two o’clock arrived. He headed into the house to grab a quick shower, chuckling when he beat his brother to the bathroom by a couple of minutes. Regardless, Cord didn’t have to wait long for Jackson to be ready.
They walked to where Cord had parked his Ram. “I almost want to ask you to park by the restaurant so we have to walk past her work.” Jackson ran his hand through his still-damp hair, then set his hat on his head. “Man, it’s only been a few hours since we held her.”
In minutes they were heading to Lusty.
“It’s tempting to stop in at the spa and lay a couple of wet ones on her,” Cord said. “Yesterday turned out better than I ever could have hoped.”
“Yeah.” Jackson shot him a look that he caught out of the corner of his eye. “If she finds out about what we’re doing, she might be pissed.”
“Yes, she might be.” Cord brought the truck to a stop at the stop sign. His right turn signal was on, but there was no other traffic on this rural road, so he slipped the shifter into park. “I want to see what he knows, and see what he can find out. You saw her look yesterday, right before we lightened things up. There’s something she’s afraid of, something I don’t think she knows how to fix.”
“I think so, too,” Jackson said. “She began to have a bad dream in the night.”
After Jackson had told her that whether she liked it or not they were going to take care of her, they’d made a conscious effort to lighten things up. They’d cuddled her and showered with her, and then they’d all gone downstairs to the kitchen and made dinner.
Soup and sandwiches had been the fastest meal they could throw together. Ari had been as anxious as they to get back to the privacy of Jackson’s room. They returned to bed and, incredibly, they hadn’t made love to Ari again. They’d chatted with her and snuggled her in between them. When her eyes had drifted shut, they’d decided to just let her sleep.
“I know,” Cord said. “As soon as you murmured to her and eased her into your arms, she settled.”
“She didn’t fully relax back into sleep until you spooned her,” Jackson said. “She is so tuned in to both of us. I think that independent streak she has is something she’s had to build and hold tight to over the years.”
“It probably saved her when she needed it the most.” And then, because they were just the two of them, alone in his truck he said, “Good God, Jackson. She ran away when she was only fourteen. I think of what her life must have been like then—before and after—and I shake in fear and anger for her.”
“I’m hoping we get a chance to do something about that,” Jackson said. “It’s going to burn me for a long time, knowing someone hurt her when she was at h
er most vulnerable, that she had no one to turn to. It’s worse than when that little piece of shit cornered Nika all those years ago.”
“Yeah. Hopefully, Jake will be able to have some answers for us.”
Cord parked in front of the small house that Jake Kendall used for his office. They’d been there once before, shortly after they’d first arrived in Lusty. Chase had mentioned that Jake also had an office in Waco, but that he only took on a few cases a year, almost all of them pro bono.
Cord couldn’t claim to know the man all that well, but he’d bet those cases to a one involved the most vulnerable—women and maybe even some children.
The afternoon sun burned hot and Cord stopped for a moment to look up at the cloudless sky. “How long do you think it’s going to take us to get used to this different climate?”
“I don’t know,” Jackson said. “We can have heat waves at home, it’s not like we’ve never felt temperatures into the triple digits. We just usually feel those in July and August, not September.”
“Brian actually laughed when he said it would cool down some by the end of October—maybe.”
“He’s a real funny guy, just like our little brother, Barry.”
“The similarities between them are not lost on me—except Barry can be a bit more of a jerk.”
Cord opened the door and stepped into the air-conditioned coolness of Jake Kendall’s office. A young lady—very young, Cord thought—sat at the reception desk. She looked up and gave them a nervous smile. “Good afternoon. Won’t you please have a seat while I buzz Mr. Kendall?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jackson doffed his hat, and the girl blushed.
She took a moment to look at the telephone, so Cord guessed that she hadn’t been working for Jake very long. Then her face lit up and she picked up the receiver and pressed what must have been the right buttons. “Hi, Ja…Mr. Kendall. The Misters Benedict are here to see you.” She listened for a moment. “Yes, sir. Thank you.” She hung up the phone and said, “Mr. Kendall will see you now.”
Love Under Two Quarterbacks [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 10