Double Betrayal (Surviving Book 3)

by Frost, Ada

  “Sleep with me, Pix? We don’t have to do anything. I respect it’s your brother’s home. I just need you in my arms tonight.”

  “I don’t think–”

  “It scares me shitless, too,” he admitted and I pulled back to stare up at him. “We can just be friends–”

  “With benefits?”

  His wicked smile spread across his face. He leaned down to look me in the eye, his thumb running along my bottom lip. God, I was in so much trouble.

  “And what benefits would they be?” he asked smoothly.

  “The awesomeness of knowing me,” I laughed and stepped out of his arms. I threw him a cheeky smile over my shoulder as I sauntered out of the room.

  “I’m in so much fucking trouble,” he muttered, but I caught it.

  “You and me both, Willy boy.”

  A large hand connected with my arse cheek, making me yelp in surprise.

  “I am all man, little lady.”

  “Okay, William Senior, you are all man.”

  “My name isn’t William; it’s Willem,” he said in a deep, sexy rasp. I blinked at him, feeling a little foolish for not knowing his real name.

  “Sexy name for a sexy giant.”

  My laughter was short lived as he pulled me into his arms and covered my mouth with his. He tasted of bourbon and sexy man. I wrapped my arms around his neck and climbed his body like a monkey up a tree.

  “We can’t–”

  He growled when I sucked on the pulse throbbing at his neck. He turned us and pressed me against the wall, thrusting the bulge in his jeans against me. I moaned and met his thrust with my own, needing the friction before I imploded.

  “I only have so much restraint, Pix,” he rumbled before taking my mouth hungrily.

  I moaned into his mouth, tangling my tongue with his. The thick set of his arms caged me against the wall. I was cocooned by a deliciously hot male, and I didn't want to let go. He pulled his mouth away with a loud sigh and pressed his forehead against mine.

  “Pix, we can’t do this in your brother’s house. I’m a dickhead, but not–”

  “What about the garage?”

  “What?” he laughed in disbelief.

  “You ever have sex in a car before?” I asked, looking directly into his eyes. A flood of heat warmed my knickers from the fire in his stare. He slowly moved his head from side to side.

  “But if you think I can do anything in that tin can of yours –”

  “Don’t insult my baby. That’s like telling a parent their kid is ugly.”

  “Em, that car is tiny. You want me to fuck you right, I need space.”

  My insides quivered. I clamped my thighs tighter around him.

  “Em–”

  I pressed my lips against his aggressively, showing him my hunger. His hands tightened almost painfully on my arse cheeks. He slid his hand down my thigh and under the hem of my skirt. I whimpered when his fingers traced the line of my knickers.

  “Fuck, Pix, you’re so damn wet for me.”

  “Only you,” I panted against his lips. He let out a low growl and yanked me away from the wall. “Garage – where?”

  I beamed at my victory. “Down the stairs, left through the lounge; it’s the door on the left in the kitchen.”

  He pulled me against him; my core throbbed with need. He made long determined strides as I feasted on his neck and started unbuttoning his shirt; I needed to see his glorious chest. His pulse beat wildly at his neck. I nipped at the corded vein, causing him to moan his approval. Will opened the garage door and I reached out to flick the lights on. No way was I missing the show of his fuckable body.

  “Whoa, is that a 1969 Mustang Flashback Shelby?”

  I lifted my shoulders and shook my head. “I don’t know; it’s a car.”

  He placed me on the floor gently and stared at the car in silent reverie, as if it was a prized jewel. He gently ran his fingers along the bonnet, touching and caressing the blue paintwork as if it was a naked woman under his strong hands. While his attention was on the car, I slid my skirt down my legs and pulled my shirt over my head. I stood waiting in my knickers and bra. When he reached the passenger side window he bent down to look inside.

  “My brothers restore old cars in their spare time,” I said quietly.

  “They did an amazing job.” His voice was muffled from the side of the car. “It’s almost–” he paused when he straightened and caught sight of me. “Fucking hell, woman.” He slowly stalked around the car toward me, his fingertips never leaving the metal of the car.

  “Even sexier than the car?” I asked, smiling.

  “You naked on the car will be the sexiest thing I've ever seen.”

  I let out the most embarrassing giggle as he slid his hands over my arse. He pressed me against him, lifting me against his chest. I wrapped my legs around him.

  “Doesn’t that break some guy code?”

  “I may go to hell for this, but it’s too good an opportunity to miss. Not many men’s fantasies come true.”

  “And what might yours be?”

  “You. And right now, to spread your legs on the hood of a hot car and devour your pussy.”

  “Wow.”

  He sat me down on the cold metal of the bonnet and stared down at me. He leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss against my shoulder before hooking his finger under the strap of my bra and pulling it down my arm. His lips followed the strap’s descent, trailing a heated path down my skin.

  “I love your tits, Pix. Just perfect.”

  My lips twitched in a smile, but it dissolved into a moan when his mouth latched firmly onto a beaded point and sucked. I moved my hands behind me, leaned back slightly and arched into his mouth. He paid the same attention to my other breast as his hands slid down my legs, wrapping his long fingers around my ankles. Gently, he positioned my feet.

  “Keep your feet on the hood, Em.”

  “You’ve forgotten my –” With quick fingers he pulled my knickers from my body.

  “Mine now,” he said seductively as he slid them into his jeans pocket. His eyes devoured my naked body spread before him. I resisted the urge to hide myself. Never had I been this exposed to a person, not even Jack, and we had been together for years.

  “You’re magnificent, Em.” He ran his finger up my calf, over my knee, and down my thigh toward my wet core. “I was wrong,” he said quietly. I swallowed, feeling my cheeks heat. It wasn’t what you wanted to hear when a man was looking at your bare pussy.

  “You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen, with or without the car.” He lowered his mouth to my knee and pressed the softest kiss to it. His eyes found mine, and as he kissed his way toward the juncture of my thighs, he gazed up at me. I could see the heat in his eyes and I knew it wouldn’t take much to make me come. The first swipe of his tongue over my clit, and I cried out, letting my body collapse onto my elbows.

  Will pushed against my knees and held my legs open wide for him. His mouth made love to me, sucking, licking, and biting in an explosive rhythm. I panted and arched against him, lifting my hips into his face. I could feel the deep throbbing. I curled my toes and pinched my nipples as the sensations his mouth were creating intensified. Will’s meaty hand came up to bat my hands away, and when he pinched my aching peaks between his fingers, I screamed as a wave of pleasure engulfed me. My heels dug into the metal as light flashed behind my lids. A euphoric bliss took over and I floated on a high of Will Senior, pussy eater extraordinaire.

  I let out a loud contented sigh and relaxed against the welcoming cool metal.

  Fuck me! That was the best experience of my life. I stared down at Em. I’d watched as she broke apart in my arms, shuddered as I took one more taste of her fine pussy. She had the sexiest body I had ever seen. Tits soft and ripe, and she tasted so sweet. I needed inside her. Her body was relaxed and she lay spread on the hood of this hot-ass car, and I swear it was a dream come true. To my dying day, nothing was beating this image. I fumbled with my jeans a
nd boxers to free my dick. I was throbbing like fuck. It was a good job she was coming down from an orgasm, because I wasn’t sure I’d last long enough to make her come again. I nearly came in my pants, and I’ve never done that.

  I wrapped my dick and stepped between her sexy thighs.

  “You ready for me, pixie-girl?” Her eyes glazed over as she nodded. She ran her hands over her breasts and I growled. My jealousy with her knew no bounds, especially when she was touching titties belonging to me. They were mine, and only I got to touch them.

  “You don’t like me touching myself?” she asked lazily. I shook my head and gritted my teeth. She smiled coyly and pinched her nipples, moaning dramatically, closing her eyes – little fucking tease. I reached over and moved her hand, taking one nipple between my teeth. I heard her loud intake of breath as I nipped.

  “These are mine. This,” I slid my dick against her clit, “is mine. You’re horny, I make you come. We clear?” I had no fucking clue where that shit came from, but she was mine and no one was taking it, until I gave it away. And that wasn’t happening.

  “What if–”

  “There is no ‘what if,’ Em. Your pussy belongs to me.” I lifted her ankles to my shoulders, and slid into her hot channel. Fucking heaven. She moaned and closed her eyes.

  “Open your eyes, Em. Watch me fuck you; I want you to see who’s making you come.” I rocked my hips slowly, staring down at our joined bodies, watching my dick slide inside her. When I looked up at her, she had her indigo eyes trained on me. Her bruised pink lips parted with each thrust. I needed to taste her again. I moved her legs and wrapped my arms under her back, pulling her to me. I took her mouth with more force than I intended, but when her fingers dug into my scalp, I knew she felt it too, this hunger and desperation. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. My balls tightened as I chased my own release. I needed her with me. I slid my hand between us and pressed against her clit. She whimpered into my mouth.

  “Come for me, Pix.” She cried out, throwing her head back. I attacked her neck and grunted my own release, soaking up the passion and heat between us. I gasped for breath as I peppered kisses along her collarbone.

  She giggled and I smiled immediately at the sound. I pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

  “That was mind blowing, my giant,” she chuckled sleepily, burying her face in my neck.

  My giant.

  I liked the sound of that. I liked belonging to her.

  “Do you think the paintwork survived?” she said, looking behind her. I didn't give a shit about the car; I only had eyes for the blonde goddess before me. I ran my fingers through her hair and memorised the features of her delicate face.

  “I don’t really give a fuck. I’ll pay to have it redone.”

  She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my chin just as she slapped my arse – hard.

  “Take me to bed,” she commanded. We quickly dressed, and I lifted her into my arms because I wasn’t done with having her close yet. And that scared me. I’d never had this need before. Yeah, I was a horny bastard with Mar, but if she said she wasn’t in the mood, I’d jerk off, no harm done. With Em, that wasn’t going to fly. I needed her taste. I needed to smell her, touch her, and fucking own her. I wasn’t that guy; he was a stranger. Willem Senior was a boring, stuffy lawyer. I didn't fuck women on cars. Not until Emily ‘pixie-girl’ Richards barged into my life.

  “Looks serious,” she said, looking up at me with concern as I lay her down in the bed. I slid in beside her, lying on my side to face her.

  “What does?”

  She ran her fingers over my brow. “You have worry lines here. Something wrong? Did I do–”

  “You are amazing, Emily.” She smiled, and I knew she liked hearing her full name. “I’m not this guy, though. I don’t have crazy, wild sex. I’ve never actually had sex anywhere but in a bed.” My ears burned and I knew I was blushing. That was me, the bashful idiot who got tongue tied around women.

  She ran her tiny little fingers over my ears. “Me, either. Most outrageous place was in the park on a bench when I lost my virginity to my long term,” she considered it a moment, “only serious boyfriend I ever had.”

  “You lost your virginity on a bench?”

  She giggled at my astonishment.

  “We were horny teenagers with strict parents.” She trailed her finger down my chest. “Why? Where did you lose yours? Let me guess, I bet it was something elaborate like at the country club hotel on prom night.” She chuckled, but sobered pretty quickly at my sickened expression. “Sorry, it was… I didn't mean…” Her voice trailed off as her cheeks reddened. She averted her gaze and her hand fell away from my chest.

  I picked her hand up and softly kissed her fingertips and placed it back on my chest.

  “It wasn’t prom night; it was Valentine’s Day. But the rest was pretty accurate. We had dinner at the country club before going to a pretty fancy hotel. Ma – she planned it. She wanted it a certain way and I’d waited a year to get in her pants so—” I shrugged, feeling stupid.

  “It’s sweet,” she said softly, lifting her head to press a kiss to my chin.

  “Not really. She said it was her first time, and like an idiot, I wanted to make it special for her.”

  “There’s nothing stupid or idiotic about that, Will.”

  “There is when it wasn’t her first time and I had no clue for twenty fucking years.” I flopped back onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. Emily stayed quiet for a few seconds, letting my idiocy sink in.

  “She was your wife? You married her?”

  I dipped my chin in a nod.

  She snuggled closer to me and laid her chin on my chest. “She was your first love?”

  “She was my first everything.”

  “What happened? Why did you leave? Surely it wasn’t because you found out she lied about being a virgin?” she asked, but I couldn't handle it right then. I was in bed with a gorgeous woman and I was still letting Mar mess shit up.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” I covered my eyes with my arm.

  “Okay,” she said quietly and I could hear the hurt in her voice. I wanted to kick myself in the balls. It had taken everything in me to talk to Jo. I didn't want pity. I wasn’t entirely sure I deserved it, but I didn't want to hurt Em, either.

  “I never would have left her, Em. I married her, and in my eyes, that was us forever. I was going to die an old man with her by my side.” I heard Em swallow and snuggle into my chest. “I was there at the birth of her kid, but he wasn’t mine.” It was my turn to swallow down the emotion, bury it deep inside. “She’d been having an affair with her first love.” I took a deep breath, feeling the pain overpowering me. I’d opened my mouth to apologise when her soft lips pressed against my chest. She trailed gentle kisses up my chest, circling her tongue around my nipple. I huffed out a breath when I realised she wasn’t going to rail my ass for being a dick. She nuzzled her nose against my neck.

  “Losing your virginity on a cold rickety bench is much better than the country club, swanky hotel. I mean, you get all those free splinters, frost bite, and don’t get me started on the creepy crawlers.”

  I laughed loudly and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her on top of me. She had broken the tension with her sarcastic wit and I couldn't be more thankful.

  “I’ve never been a screamer either, so that’s a first for me,” she said quietly. “Or felt the need to strip in a public car park.”

  I grinned at her, moving her hair off her face. “You’re pretty damn special, you know that, right?”

  “I’ll show you special.” She said biting her lip , sliding down my body. I wrapped my arms around her, stopping her. “You got to taste me, now I want to taste you.” She wriggled until I released her, whereupon she proceeded to give me the best head and most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

  It was official. I was fucked!

  I opened my eyes slowly. A warm, soft body was pressed against my front. My ha
rd dick was nestled between two sexy ass cheeks. I flexed my fingers, which were currently full of warm, pert breast. God, I could eat her up and fuck her for hours. I could honestly say I was terrified, absolutely shitting myself because the feelings this little pixie stirred inside me were totally foreign. I was fourteen when I thought Mar was gorgeous; she was hot and I was a kid who got a hard-on when the wind changed direction. But in all the years we had been together, I had never needed her the way I craved Emily. And how fucked up was that? Was that why Marissa went into the arms of another man? Fuck that idea; I didn’t love Em, but I couldn't imagine having another woman but her in my arms.

  I nuzzled my nose into her neck and inhaled her scent. I didn’t know what soap or perfume she used, but whatever it was, I bet it was labelled Heaven. God, I sounded like a whipped dickhead; even my brother wasn’t this goo-goo over Lou.

  Emily wriggled her ass against my dick, making it swell painfully. I needed out of this bed.

  “Mmm, morning, handsome.” She stirred, sleepily stretching beside me. My fingers tightened against her naked breast.

  “Morning, pixie-girl,” I muttered into her nape. I placed open mouth kisses along her shoulder, tasting her soft, delicate skin.

  She moaned and snuggled further into my body.

  “Have you got anything planned today?”

  “No.” My cock stirred at the breathiness of her voice.

  “Would you spend the day with me? I need to go for a run first, but I could meet you at your house and we could go out somewhere?”

  She shifted and turned her body to face me. “Where would you want to go?”

  “I’m not sure. Is there a beach nearby? I love the beach.”

  She smiled. “We could take your bike to Whitby. The roads would be amazing to experience on the back of that sexy thing.”

  My grin spread across my face. “Sounds perfect. I’ll go do my run, shower, and be back in an hour.”

  “I’ll take you home.”

  “No, I’ll run home from here; it can count for today.”