by Sam Crescent
“She’s falling for you,” Drake said. “And you can deny it all you want. I know for a fact you like her.”
“Oh, yeah, why’s that?”
“You brought her to our room.” Drake chuckled. “I saw everything. She’s exquisite. I’m not angry with you if you change your mind. There’s more to Abby, and you know it.”
“She wants you,” James said, not denying that when it came to Abby, he was locked in a bitter battle between taking her and dumping her.
“You’re not jealous.”
“Why would I be jealous of something I want? To see you and Abby together. Both of you fucking, taking pleasure from each other and I get to see that. To feel it. You’ll both turn that attention to me, and I for one can’t fucking wait. I want that.” He stepped up close to Drake and decided it was time to make a commitment. “We can make this work.”
“What about everything else?” Drake asked.
“Forget about that. I’ll deal with that. Tomorrow, I want you with us, every second.”
“You’re going to move too fast.”
“No. I can see what Abby is like. She’s attracted to you. We can make this work.”
Drake rested his head against James’s.
James breathed in his lover. He was spent for the night, but all it would take was one touch, one look and he’d be ready to have him.
“I hope you’re right and you don’t fuck this up,” Drake said. “I think there’s more to Abby than meets the eye.”
“We’ll see. I better go up.”
James turned away and walked toward the door.
“Oh, James,” Drake said, making him stop. “You got her pussy. I’ll be the one to take her ass.”
“It’s going to be so hot seeing the two of you together.”
He left the laundry room, making his way back to his bedroom where he’d left Abby.
She was still sleeping, but she’d turned to her side, showing off her curvy ass.
His cock awakened at the sight. He wouldn’t take her ass. That would be for Drake to enjoy, but when he did, James was going to be there to watch.
You want her.
Climbing into bed, he snuggled up against her back. When he wrapped his arm around her waist, she let out a little whimper and he held her a little tighter.
“I’ve got you.”
She woke up, and he saw her start for a second before she realized it was him. “James.” She sighed. Her head rested on his chest. “I missed you.”
“You didn’t even know I was gone.”
“I did. It got cold.” Her hand came up to trace over his chest. “Can we do this all the time?” she asked. “As friends.”
“You want to be friends with benefits?”
She giggled, and it sounded sleepy. “We’re married. We can enjoy it. You’re going to have to use a condom though. Or I can see a doctor of your choice. It wasn’t my decision to take it away. I hate my parents. They are so mean.” She was going back to sleep.
“Why are they so mean?” he asked.
He tried not to tense up at her choice of words. She was clearly not thinking, and he didn’t want to alert her to what she was saying.
“They take everything away. They don’t care. Had to marry you but I didn’t want to. They told me they’d take it all away like they did with her.”
She wasn’t making any sense.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “What would they take away?”
It was so faint he wasn’t sure he heard it right, but it left a chill down his spine.
“Freedom.”
Chapter Eight
Abby opened her eyes and groaned. Her body was achingly sore, but it wasn’t a bad soreness. Stretching out her arms, she reached out, but James was not in bed. Sitting up, she held the sheet to her chest and glanced around.
She was still in his room, and her body confirmed she’d not imagined what happened. She’d had sex last night.
Their marriage was now consummated.
Not because of my parents either.
Running fingers through her hair, she pulled the sheet from her body and stood. There was some pain but manageable. She walked into the bathroom, went to the toilet, washed her hands, and brushed her teeth. Her hair was all over the place.
When James had taken her a second time, his fingers were in her hair, holding her in place as he took her. She’d loved every single second of his possession. Both times.
Studying her reflection, she didn’t look much different.
She was naked and her nipples were still red from his touches last night and her body had some bruising. Her pussy felt raw.
Touching her lips, she saw they were a little swollen from his rough kisses. Still, a smile touched her lips because she was happy, deliriously so.
She’d been with James last night, and it had been wonderful.
Leaving the bathroom, she came to a stop when she caught sight of James entering the room.
“You’re awake,” he said.
“You didn’t leave?”
“Leave?”
“I, erm, I thought you’d left.”
“Ah, I see. I went to get you some breakfast. I figured I’d give you a chance to … heal and then we can have more fun. Until then, I have breakfast waiting for you.”
“Drake made it?”
“Yes, he did. He was already up and making some food. Bacon and eggs. Some toast as well. He cut up some fresh fruit too. Get back into bed.”
“I need a shirt.”
“I’m quite happy to watch you topless.”
She shook her head.
He sighed. “We’re going to have to work on this.” He got her a shirt, holding it up for her. She went to take it from him, but he snatched it back with a chuckle.
When he did it again, she went to grab it, but she ended up crashing into his body instead.
“Now that is so much better.”
She rolled her eyes but made no move to walk away.
His hand ran up and down her back. “I loved every second of last night,” he said.
“I did as well.”
He brushed his lips against hers, and she melted against him. His hand went to her ass, gripping the flesh.
She didn’t want him to stop. Warmth flooded her pussy, and if he pushed her to the bed and took her again, she wouldn’t complain. She wanted him.
“You make me forget myself.” He pulled away and held the shirt open for her.
Putting her arms through, he helped her pull the shirt over her head. It was a lot bigger on her, falling to her knees.
Climbing onto the bed, she crossed her legs and waited.
James put the tray to rest on her lap, and she picked up the knife and fork. She didn’t feel like eating fruit right now. Taking a bite of the bacon, eggs, and toast, she closed her eyes, moaning at the taste.
“Drake is a god in the kitchen,” James said.
“He really is.” She agreed with him. “So good. How did you find him?”
“A long time ago. We’ve been friends for forever. I wouldn’t do without him.”
“You both do seem close.”
“We do?”
“Yes. He’s always around. The first day here I thought he was your butler.”
She saw this made him smile, and it transformed his face. It wasn’t a mocking look or one of disgust. This was a genuine smile.
“You should do that more often.”
“Smile?”
“Yes. You’d get whatever you wanted if you did that.”
“Sweetheart, I get whatever I want regardless.”
A divorce.
After last night’s trip into pleasure she’d given herself a few hours to forget that he didn’t want her. He wished for this marriage to be over.
“Why do you look sad?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Don’t do that, Abby. Don’t shut me out.”
“I was just thinking about last night and about what it means now.”<
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“What does it mean?”
“Without proof that we’ve never consummated our marriage, we can’t go for an annulment.”
“I don’t want an annulment.”
“You want a divorce?”
“Why don’t we see how this goes? I don’t hate you, Abby. You don’t hate me.”
“That’s true.” She didn’t hate him. “Would you like me to work for you?”
“Why would I want you to work for me?”
“So I can help pay off the debt. I’m a good cleaner. Hard-working. I can help you out around the house.”
“Don’t. No.” He took her hand. “Don’t. You’re my wife.”
“I don’t know what my parents have on you, but if I can help, I will. Please, let me do something. Anything.”
“You don’t need to do anything.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I want to ask you something about last night, and I need you to be honest with me.”
“Of course.”
“You mentioned that your parents had taken something from you. That they threatened you.”
She bit her lip feeling her cheeks heat as embarrassment swept through her. “I talked about that?”
“You did. What did you mean?”
Tell him.
Why? He hasn’t told me anything.
He needs to learn to trust you.
Be the one to start that trust.
Reach out.
Staring down at her breakfast, she made a decision.
Lifting her head, she smiled at him. “Erm, before our marriage or impending marriage, I had moved away from my parents. I was living my own life. I volunteered at a local animal rescue, and I worked as a cleaner and a waitress. I was happy. I was free. My parents told me that if I didn’t do as I was told they’d take my freedom away from me. My life would be turned upside down for the walls of a hospital room.”
“They can’t do that.”
“They have friends, and I’ve seen them do stuff that made sure I wouldn’t doubt them. They want money. They want power. They have friends who would do that for them.” She tucked some hair behind her ear. “I know it seems a little far-fetched, but when I was younger I had an episode.”
“You did?”
She took a deep breath. “Something happened in my life, and it hurt me. I did something bad to myself.” She held her wrist out for him to see. There was a cut that she’d made with a knife. “I wasn’t trying to kill myself like everyone suggested or believed. I just, I needed the pain to disappear, and I ended up cutting my wrist with a knife. I liked the pain, and whenever I thought about the bad, I needed to release the pain and so I’d cut myself. One day, I went too deep and I ended up in the hospital and being analyzed. I didn’t want to give my parents ammunition, but they got it from me because I hurt myself.”
“They hold this against you?”
“I don’t know if it will have any hold on me now, but because it was on my medical records, I didn’t want to take that chance. I hate hospitals. I hate people trying to analyze me.”
“What hurt you?” he asked.
“I’m not ready to tell you that.”
“You’re not?”
“No. Please, give me time. I’ll be ready soon. I promise, but not today. Not after what we shared.”
“You were blackmailed just like me.”
“Yes. They wanted me to marry you. I didn’t want to.”
He cupped her cheek, running his thumb across her lip. “I believe you, Abby.” He leaned forward, and his lips brushed across hers. “Thank you for trusting me with this.”
“Can I help you with what they have on you?”
“Don’t even worry about it. I’ll find some way to handle your parents.”
“Have you spoken to them?” she asked. She couldn’t help but wince as she spoke.
“Yes, I’ve spoken to them. No, you don’t want to know what was said.”
She covered her face with her hands. “I can’t believe this.”
He held her hands, pulling them away from her face. “Stop worrying about what they said. I know you’re nothing like them.”
“I’m not. I’m really not.”
“I’m seeing that now, so clear. Now, eat your breakfast. We need your strength up.”
“Fine. Fine.” She picked her fork back up.
He kept an eye on her, and she had no choice but to eat the entire tray of food.
She hadn’t told James about Maggie. Her sister. Her only sister, who’d been eight years older than she was. She’d had the voice of an angel. She’d been beautiful. A true blessing to the Bryant family.
Only they had worked Maggie for as long as they could, trying to get her in the spotlight. To make her earn them money. She’d seen the sadness in Maggie’s eyes all the time. Singing was once her true passion, and because their parents thought she could make it big, they used her.
Her sister had died.
She remembered the arguing one night. Maggie threatening to quit. To refuse to sing. Once she was on stage they couldn’t control her. They couldn’t make her sing. She didn’t know what happened next, but Maggie ended up in the hospital and never made it out.
This was why she’d never enter a hospital, nor would she ever allow her parents to see her as anything other than a waste.
“You’re nothing like your sister. A waste of air. A waste of space. A waste of everything.”
She’d rather be a waste than unhappy.
Even still, they had needed her to get to James.
Now though, she was curious as to what they had on James. There’s no way he’d allow himself to be blackmailed unless it was something really important.
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For the rest of the day James stayed by Abby’s side with Drake. They stayed around the house, playing a few board games at Drake’s request and finished off swimming at Abby’s request.
He saw the need in Drake’s eyes.
Seeing his woman and his man so happy filled James with satisfaction.
He adored her.
This morning’s revelation had been quite surprising to him. He couldn’t continue with the plan. There’s no way he’d hurt her. He couldn’t do that.
He didn’t have the whole truth, but after he told Drake what she’d revealed to him, he promised to find out the rest.
Her parents didn’t deserve to live a life of luxury, and now that he had a clear head, he intended to get to the bottom of everything.
Standing in the corner of the pool, he watched as Drake moved to lift Abby on his shoulders.
“No, you can’t do that,” she said, laughing. “Stop. Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Drake just wanted to touch her.
She’d be perfect for us.
He and Drake had been wanting a woman for a long time. Their relationship was perfect, but they had admitted to each other in the early stages of being together that they both loved the feel of a soft woman.
They’d wanted to explore having a woman, but they had to be careful.
Abby was the first person he could really see as giving them both a chance.
“I’ve got you, Abby,” Drake said, laughing.
He watched as Drake lifted her up, his hands holding her steady. As quickly as he lifted her in the air, Drake dropped down into the water, and Abby let out a cry.
Drake wasn’t happy with his plan in the first place. Would it be so hard to give her a chance? She wasn’t like her parents, and he didn’t want to push her aside because of his hatred at having to cower to the blackmailers.
James swam toward them, and as Abby broke the surface with a laugh, he pulled her into his arms and took possession of her mouth.
At first, she tensed up in his arms. Drake made to move away, but James wouldn’t let him. He didn’t wish to wait for Abby to grow comfortable with them. They’d both waited for a long time to have a woman. Abby was his wife. She belonged to him, and now he was going to take care of her.
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sp; James had seen the interest in her eyes.
She wanted Drake.
She’d deny it. He knew she would.
He was her husband, and even though he didn’t know everything about her life, he’d come to see that he could trust her. She’d be faithful to him.
She pulled away from him. “James, come on.”
“What? Drake doesn’t mind, do you?” James asked, looking over her shoulder at Drake. “I bet he’s a little turned on right now, having your sweet pussy so close. He’d love to press his face against it.”
“James,” she said. “I’m so sorry—”
“It’s true,” Drake said, stepping up close to her.
“You wanted to know what your parents had on me. Why don’t I show you?”
Her gaze went wide as he took Drake’s hands and placed them on her tits. He made sure to stay as close to her as possible.
“Do you trust me?” James asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I would never do anything to hurt you. Please know that.”
“You don’t like me.”
James took her lips once more in a searing kiss. Drake didn’t pull away. He pulled the straps of her suit down and under her breasts.
Drake cupped her tits, and she closed her eyes, gasping.
“I do like you, Abby. I like you a whole lot. Whatever you say goes.”
“This is cheating.”
“No, it’s sharing. You wanted to know what your parents have on me. It’s this.” It wasn’t entirely the truth. He knew that, but it was close. He and Drake wanted to share a woman. To have a wife they called their own.
In time, he’d show Abby the real them, but until then, she could know this. They both craved her. He saw the need in Drake, and over the past week of her being in the house, he’d found it hard to deny in himself.
Even when he wanted to cut her out of his thoughts, she’d found a way inside. He liked her.
That was the first mistake he made.
He shouldn’t like her, but he did.
Drake offered her tits up to him, and keeping his gaze on her, James took one into his mouth, hearing her sweet cries as he licked and sucked at the buds.
“You make the sweetest sounds,” Drake said. “So perfect.”
“Wait until you hear her come,” James said.
“James?” Abby asked.
He heard the nerves in her voice.