Double Betrayal (Surviving Book 3)

by Frost, Ada

  “I need to be inside you, Em; stop staring at the fucking thing and –”

  Without hesitation, I moved over him and in one solid move engulfed his cock deep inside me. I moaned loudly as I seated myself against his balls.

  “Fuck me!” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips with brutal force. My pale skin was going to be speckled with finger bruises tomorrow. Will’s torso heaved against my naked chest; the thick pulsing vein on his neck begged for me to suck on it. Deep inside me I could feel him throbbing.

  “Oh, God, baby, so fucking good.” He held me against his lap with one mighty hand as his other slid between us. The blunt tip of his finger pressed firmly against my clit, making me gasp at the solid contact. I stared into his intense eyes, riding his finger. I whimpered because he wouldn’t allow me to move my hips. His thick digit moved against my sensitive nub, making me insane. I gripped the hair at the base of his neck, rocking tiny movements against his finger. I felt the crest of an orgasm coming, but I needed more.

  “Will!” I gasped as the first pulse throbbed deep inside me, the thickness of his shaft and the ministrations of his finger worked me into a frenzy and he still hadn’t allowed me to move. “Will, oh, oh, God.” I choked as he pulled one tight nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. The conflicting sensations collided, causing a powerful explosion.

  “I feel it, Pix; I feel you.” My core muscles tightened around him. His thumb pressed hard against my nub at the same time he bit down on my nipple. I screeched his name and finally bucked my hips against his. I opened my eyes, gasping for breath. I pressed my now too-heavy head against his shoulder and panted like a racehorse. Will’s amazing hands cupped my bottom and lifted me, placing me gently on the dining table, his dick still deep inside me. The wood of the table was a welcome coolant to my overheated body.

  “Hands here, Emily.” His husky voice jolted my arousal. My pussy tightened around him, making him close his eyes and thrust gently against me. I gripped the edge of the table near my bottom as instructed. He hooked his bulging biceps under my knees and ground his hips into me. I thrust my hips from the table to meet him.

  Torturously slow, he pulled out to the very tip and slammed back into me, making me cry out.

  “Too much?” Hearing his voice laced with concern, I lifted my head to glare at him.

  “Don’t bloody stop.” Was he insane?

  He chuckled, which quickly turned into a moan when my inner muscles clamped down on him.

  “Game on, pixie-girl.” Again, maddeningly slow, he pulled out to the very tip and thrust back in hard. The table legs scraped against the floor with each determined thrust. I gripped the wood with brute force, my fingers cramping as I chased another orgasm. I could feel the tightness in my stomach; my nipples pebbled painfully. I gasped, moaned, and pleaded.

  His deep guttural moans heightened the sensation of his cock attack. I lifted my eyes from his glorious abs to watch his perfect face, but his head was tilted down, his eyes transfixed on where our bodies were joined. I slid my hand down my body and placed my fingers over where he entered me. I could feel my wetness coating his dick with each thrust. He let out a low groan. I, too, became transfixed by the sight of his thick cock hammering into me. I pressed my finger against my clit and moaned long and slow. Suddenly, he withdrew his cock and pulled my hips into the air, my shoulders the only thing touching the table.

  “Mine!” he growled, before devouring my pussy like it was his last meal. I cried out at the shock, and sheer euphoric pleasure assaulted me. I came against his mouth with a loud scream. “Fucking heaven,” he murmured, lowering my hips and slowly sliding his thick cock inside me. I whimpered, feeling wrung out.

  “One more.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t –” I groaned when his tongue circled my nipple. I slid my hands into his hair, holding him to my heaving chest. His deep chuckle sent shivers down my body. He slowly pulled out and banded his arm around me, holding me to his chest. His chest was warm with a fine sheen of sweat, his heart hammering beneath the satin of his skin. God, he was magnificent. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it against his brown nipple.

  The tender way he slid his hands through my hair and kissed the top of my head made tears spring to my eyes. It had been years since I’d felt like this. Fear prickled my spine, but instead of fighting it, I embraced the feeling. Finally, I felt something other than empty. He held me close; the soothing sound of his heart and the warmth of his breath against my shoulders was bliss. He shifted slightly and his large thickness pressed heavy and wanting against my thigh. I looked down between us to see his angry tip pointing directly at me.

  Tilting my head back to look up at his lusty profile, I smiled with a semblance of selfish guilt.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Em; my dick could probably use the break.” He chuckled as he moved a stray piece of hair from my face. “You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  My face broke out into a giant grin. I wanted to pump my fist in the air and whoop with joy. “I could be ready for round two.” I sent him a devilish grin.

  He nuzzled his face against my hair, hiding his laughter. “I think I must be doing something wrong.”

  I pulled away, frowning, “Huh?”

  “Am I…I mean…” His face paled and he averted his eyes. The tips of his ears glowed a bright pink, an adorable sign he was embarrassed. I ran my finger down his chest, between his hard pectorals, and down his gloriously firm abdomen.

  “Are you what?” I asked softly as I wrapped my hand around his length. His hands slid into my hair at my nape and cupped the back of my neck. He pressed his forehead to mine, letting out a long slow breath.

  “Do I satisfy you? I mean –” he groaned when I pumped him firmly.

  “I think you’ve ruined me. I see your massive body and want to strip and beg you to fuck me, doesn’t matter where I am.”

  “Sounds–” he gasped. “Amaz – oh fuck!” he panted, gripping the back of my neck and crushing his mouth to mine. I pumped my fist firmly against his thickness. He groaned his release long and hard against my mouth. His hips bucked into my hand as his hot seed streamed between us. He dropped his head to my shoulder.

  “I think we need a shower before pancakes.”

  I laughed and kissed his ear. “True, but no sex; my lady parts need to recoup.”

  He shook with laughter. “Sorry,” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin just under my ear.

  “Don’t be sorry. I wasn’t complaining, but, my God, man, you’re insatiable.”

  He pulled away slowly, staring down at my stomach covered in his come. “Appears only with you,” he said, almost to himself. His eyes lifted to mine. “I'm not lying, either; I’m really not like this.” He waved his hand between us.

  “Are you saying I’m a bad influence?”

  “I'm saying, you little minx, I really do believe you’re a magical little pixie.”

  “Your pixie.” I blushed, feeling unsure as to how he would accept that. I mean, yeah, we were casual fuck buddies, but I was feeling a shift in our relationship. Was I just being a hopeful woman and reading too much into things? I mean, sex was sex, it didn't have to be more. I It could be just –

  “You are definitely mine. Now come on, you need to clean me.” He lifted me from the table and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We walked through the lounge and I screeched and clung to him when I realised the blinds were open and my neighbours would get a right old eyeful. “The blinds!”

  “Well, the nosey neighbours can kiss my bare ass, my woman needs a shower and there is no way I'm letting you put the shirt on when I can cover you better.”

  My woman?

  My traitorous heart fluttered. I wanted to ignore what my heart was telling me, and go with my sensible mind of keeping this as casual fucking. But I was losing the battle. Each time he touched me, kissed me, and laid his hands on me, my mind lost points and my heart gathered a frustrating lead. I was begin
ning to fall for Will Senior, and that terrified me. Maybe because I had been through heartbreak before, it wouldn’t be able to hurt me as much if he didn't want me back. But even I knew deep down that was total bullshit. These Senior men penetrated through the tiny cracks in your armour and were a bugger to get rid of. Lou was right; she’d said she didn't stand a chance when Johan entered her life, but it was fun fighting him on it. With his big brother, though, what he wanted, he demanded and took. I just hoped he would be gentle with my battered heart when he handed it back to me. Because I was certain something this perfect couldn't last, not for me.

  ***

  “So, when will Izzy be home?” Will asked around a mouthful of pancakes. Just then, there was a knock at the front door. We both glanced in that direction and laughed.

  “Spooky,” I said, grinning at him.

  I pulled the front door open, expecting and wanting to see my baby girl, but it was Hadley. “Hiya.” I stepped forward to give her a tight squeezing hug. She was one of the family’s oldest friends; she’s been Castor’s best friend since high school. A few years back, she married a handsome firefighter named Adam. And when I say handsome, I meant he needed to hose you down, he got you so hot.

  “To what do I owe this pleasure? I haven’t seen you in forever, cowbag,” I joked. She chuckled and tickled my sides.

  “Well, with that kind of greeting is it any wonder, beyotch.”

  I stepped back to allow her into the house. As she passed, I covered her tummy with my hand. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

  She paled and glanced down at my hand.

  “Shit, was my big-mouthed brother not supposed to say anything?”

  She swallowed and I took in her sickly looking expression. She had dark circles under her eyes and they looked hollow.

  “You okay, Had?”

  She nodded and gave me a fake smile. “Just tired.” She looked more than tired; she looked…devoid, empty almost. I hoped to all that was holy she hadn’t lost the baby again. This would be her fifth pregnancy, and unfortunately, she hadn’t carried to term on any of them. I knew each time it caused a rift between her and Adam; she would push him away to deal with the pain. His idea of dealing with it was to block it out and pretend it never happened.

  We wandered through the lounge into the kitchen, and poor guy, I had totally forgotten Will was eating his breakfast – scratch that, his lunch—in there.

  “Oh?” Hadley paused, making me walk into her back. She turned to smile at me, and her face lit with amusement.

  “This is Will. Will, this is Hadley.” When she stood staring at Will like he was a figment of her imagination and she was terrified to blink away, I shook my head and yanked her forward. “You remember Lou and Johan? Well, this is Johan’s brother.”

  She finally took her attention off Will and looked at me with one raised brow.

  “He’s…we met at a bar. I…he stayed last night because Izzy…” I glanced at Will for help, but the arse just grinned at me.

  I placed my hands on my hips in a perfect imitation of Izzy when she had a tantrum.

  “Pix, you’re blushing.”

  “Am not.”

  God, I sounded like a petulant child.

  “I get the impression you don’t meet many of Emily’s slaves.” He stood, offering Hadley his hand to shake. “I’m glad someone finally came to rescue me. Would you like some pancakes?” He turned to the cooker, gracing us with a glorious view of his tight arse. Those buns were cotton covered temptation.

  I looked at Hadley and she looked at me. Her smile spread clean across her face. She got it; one look at that backside and anyone got it.

  “Hadley, would you like some coffee, or is the preferred drink tea?” His accent wrapped around each word; it was strange how accustomed you became to hearing a certain voice. And how much you craved the sound, as if it should exist in nature like birds tweeting and trees rustling. Yeah, Em, you’re losing your ever loving mind.

  “Tea –” she choked, and stepped forward to grab the counter, steadying herself. She clutched her stomach and the colour drained from her. Will was by her side before I blinked. He cupped her elbow and pulled a chair out, bringing it behind her. She sat down, and when the pain seemed to recede, she glanced at Will and blushed. It was nice to see some colour back in her face, but sudden dread cemented itself in my gut. She wouldn’t meet my eye, so I knew something was going on. I just prayed it wasn’t the baby. Will stepped back slowly, watching her like she was a delicate piece of china ready to fall. I smiled at his innate protectiveness.

  “I called round to Castor’s on my way here, but Acis said he was out.” She grimaced in pain again.

  I walked around the table and stood beside Will at the cooker. I had eaten three pancakes already, but they were so yummy I could eat more. Will leaned over and pressed an affectionate kiss to my temple. I wanted to lean in and kiss his syrupy lips and take my time thanking him for the delicious lunch. Hadley cleared her throat, waking me from my Will daze.

  I glanced across the kitchen to her. She had a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth, but the pain in her eyes scared me. I spotted my phone behind her.

  “I’m waiting on my little munchkin coming home. God knows what mischief they are getting up to.”

  My phone alerted me to a text coming in. I walked across the kitchen to check.

  Cas: Izzy has gone to her dad’s for an hour. We saw him at the park. Ok?

  Me: Yeah. Had is here, I think you should come over.

  Cas: Y? Wots up?

  Me: She looks shocking, I think in pain too.

  Cas: OMW

  I locked my screen and placed my phone back on the counter. I slid my hands over Hadley’s shoulders and squeezed gently. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach something was wrong. Hadley wasn’t the most talkative person, but she always had a positive vibe about her, and a smile to melt your heart. She had brought my brother back from the brink of destruction many times before. But today she had a pained looked and washed out pallor. Her entire body language screamed despair.

  Hadley wrapped her fingers around one of my hands and squeezed back in silent thanks.

  We sat around the table chatting. Hadley refused anything to eat but drank her tea, and I couldn't help but notice the slight twists to her expression every so often.

  “How’s Adam? Saving the world one bicep at a time?” I joked, it was something I said regularly; she knew I was joking. The day she introduced us to him I think everyone had a crush on him. He was a modern day hero with a gorgeous body and even more beautiful love for his wife. Her face paled yet again and she shrugged.

  “He’s on training; you know what it’s like.” The tension in her voice said far more than her words did. Half of me wished Will wasn’t there so I could talk to her about what was obviously upsetting her. I jerked when the front door slammed. Will automatically stood and walked around me. I smiled at his chivalrous act.

  My brother walked through the door, his eyes searching for Hadley. When his gaze landed on her he seemed to take a breath of relief. His eyes slanted as he took in her slumped posture. She didn't turn to face him and I think that alone started blaring alarm bells.

  “Oh, the slapper of Yorkshire graces us with his presence,” I laughed tightly, trying to lighten the mood. Hadley’s shoulders stiffened and she righted her posture.

  I looked at Cas over her shoulder, to see him giving me a not so polite middle finger. Charming, that is.

  Cas came into the kitchen and tapped Hadley on the shoulder. She lifted her head but refused to turn around and look at him, so he couldn't sign. He tapped her again and her hand snapped up, stopping him. “You want to talk to me, Castor, use your voice. I won’t stand for your wimpy bullshit.” Her voice held more bark than bite.

  I looked down at the table to hide my smile. She called him out every single time, so why he even attempted it, I had no idea. She was the only one he allowed to rail his arse. I sna
pped my attention to Will standing beside me when his deep voice penetrated the thick atmosphere.

  “That’s a little insensitive, don’t you think?” I frowned at his accusation toward Had, but then realised he didn’t know her like we did and probably thought she was being a bitch.

  “H-h-h-h –” Castor started. When he couldn't form the word, he gritted his teeth. I willed him to continue and not give in. “H-h-h-h-h-had.”

  “Yes, gorgeous,” Hadley said, turning in her chair to offer him the first real smile since she arrived. Cas lowered his head and blushed hard.

  “You quit speech therapy again?”

  He didn't look at her; he simply bobbed his head. The shame emanating from him killed me inside.

  “Why?”

  He shrugged and still refused to look at her.

  “Hold up!” Will’s voice echoed around the room, startling both Hadley and me. “He’s not deaf!”

  I shook my head in confusion. “No, why would you think that?”

  “He never speaks and… signs.”

  My mouth dropped in a perfect O with understanding. “He has a severe stutter, and after being bullied at school, he refused to speak.”

  “So you can hear?” Will turned his attention to Castor. “You’ve heard everything?”

  Cas lifted his head and smirked at Will.

  “Oh, fuck!” Will groaned, sliding his fingers into his hair.

  I laughed nervously at Will’s despair because I had no clue what was going on, but the sudden change in Will worried me.

  “I like him,” Cas signed.

  “What? Really?”

  Cas nodded. “He’s a top bloke.”

  “What? What did he say?” Will asked frantically.

  “He likes you, which is a bloody honour seeing as he hates more or less everyone.”

  “I need to go,” Hadley said, abruptly standing, forcing her chair back against Castor’s groin. He let out a low moan, bending at impact. She apologised, reaching for him, but she looked on the verge of falling apart. Her eyes were rimmed with tears. I held out my hand to her, but she brushed it aside and left the room, Castor quick on her heels. Will and I watched silently as Cas grabbed her elbow and pulled her into his chest. She went willingly and gentle sobs filled the room. I swallowed the thick lump in my throat. I watched my brother soothe her, soaking up her tears and banishing the pain. I moved backward as the pain engulfed me, a memory of years past. I stumbled onto a chair, feeling the strength of my legs evaporate.