Bound (Hidden Pleasures #4) Page 2
“Been thinking about it?” The tone of his voice lifted, and he freed her left wrist, then her right. She sighed and curled up into a ball to hide her face. She nodded. “Well, in a few days, maybe. You’re pretty bruised.”
“Well maybe if you were both really gentle...” A laugh bubbled up and she rolled her eyes. “Never mind. I’d go crazy, and Luis’s gentle isn’t really gentle.”
He perched on the edge of the bed and stroked her arm. “I’m sorry Ronnie. I really fucked up.”
“Yeah, you did. But I liked it.” Half her mouth tugged up in a smile. “I’m mentally wacked.”
“No you’re not. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that.” The fierce set of his face came back and she blinked. He leaned in close and whispered. “You are perfect. And I should have taken better care of you today.”
“A little lube on my ass wouldn’t have been a bad thing.” Their gazes locked, and remorse filled the green depths of his eyes. “Come here.”
Their lips molded together, and he eased down to the mattress to lie beside her.
Hands caressed and searched out hollows and muscles, stroked over each other’s backs, shoulders, and thighs. He circled her nipples with his finger tips and soothed her ass cheeks with his palms. She stroked her hands over his pecs and the ripples of his abs, drew a line down the length of his cock with her finger tip. The semi-erect flesh twitched under her touch, and she moved on to burrow her nails in the backs of his thighs. Time seemed to stand still. Wetness slicked her pussy, and she ground her thighs together in frustration.
The hard tip of his cock poked her tummy, and she wrapped the thick shaft in her fingers. “Again?”
“Mmm...I can never get enough of you.” He kissed her throat, sucking hard enough at the skin to leave marks. In a slow move he spread her thighs and fit his hips between them. “I want to be inside you. Make love to you.”
She lifted her hips up in invitation, and it was all the encouragement he needed. His cock slipped into her hot, tight cunt, and she moaned.
“Gavin—” The skin on his back almost gave under the pressure from her nails. She hooked her ankles behind his ass and pressed him forward, deeper inside.
“Yes sweetheart?” Their tongues tangled, and he sucked her lower lip as he backed away.
“I love you.” Their gazes locked, and a light she’d never seen in his eyes before lit them from within.
“Love you too Ronnie.” He canted his hips back and rolled forward, slow and steady, until sweat beaded his chest and coated the backs of her knees.
“More.” She grabbed his ass and slapped it to encourage him. Soreness emanated from her pussy, but she didn’t care. She had to have him, now, like this, joined with her.
He complied by thrusting harder, but not hard enough.
“More. Harder.”
With one deft move, he clamped her wrists together above her head in his hands and plunged his dick into her. The sound of their groins slapping filled the room.
“Oh...oh yes...that’s so good...so fucking good...your cock feels amazing...” Pleasure pooled in her abdomen and her clit tingled.
He withdrew and angled his body so his cock slid over her clit, up and down, parting her pussy lips. When she was about to come, he released one wrist, shoved his cock back inside, and pinched her clit.
“Oh fuck. Oh fucking hell. Fuck me.” Orgasm shook her limbs and her vision darkened.
He buried his face near her neck, his breathing harsh, and pumped into her quivering cunt until his cum shot out in four hard jerks. With both arms caging her face, he relaxed down until she accepted his weight on her thighs and torso. Soft kisses dotted her neck and jaw line until he reached her mouth. She bit the plump, inviting bud of his lower lip and he nipped her tongue. They both laughed, and he smoothed his thumbs over her cheekbones. He rolled over so she lay snuggled across his chest.
A new dimension had just been added to their relationship, and warmth overflowed her. They loved each other. And it was real.
Chapter Two
Luis loitered in the hall outside the room where his best friend and their lover slept in a tangle of limbs in the play room. His dick throbbed and ached, balls tight and heavy with arousal. Ronnie’s hair spread out in a thick red wave over her breasts and shoulders. Gavin’s heavy muscular frame caged her in, his thigh over hers. Her head rested on his bicep and she snuggled back into his torso as she slept.
She loved him. Loved Gavin. A tiny sliver of jealousy and sadness trickled through him. He assumed the role as the more dominant of her lovers, but his need for her affection ran even deeper than Gavin’s.
The men had grown up in foster care together. Only had each other for many years. Gavin had tried to warn him about his ex-wife, and he hadn’t listened. He’d tried to convince himself that she’d want to be with both of them eventually. But she never had, and his relationship with Gavin had been part of what tore their marriage apart.
It was impossible to explain his needs to someone who wasn’t disposed to need it themselves. Ronnie was perfect for both of them, but now he worried she’d decided that her affections lay more deeply with his best friend than with him. Perhaps she enjoyed the ménage, but was growing to realize that for her, she really only needed one man emotionally.
He’d come down the hall expecting to join in the sex, late from dealing with phone calls from suppliers to his club and his ex-wife’s lawyer. Three years after the divorce was settled, and she was still after his money.
Witnessing Gavin and Ronnie declaring their feelings froze him outside the door. She’d told him she was falling for him, that she loved him, and he’d thought that real love was growing between them as they grew to know one another better, but now he wondered how deep her feelings really went. Pain lanced his chest and he hung his head. If his friend had found the right woman, and they would share with him, even on the periphery of their life, he’d settle for that.
Instead of climbing into the bed and cuddling Ronnie from the front like he wanted, he spun and returned to his room to get dressed. His erection deflated as he strode away. This was their moment and he didn’t think he should intrude.
He rifled through his dresser and tugged on a pair of shorts and socks. On his way to the basement workout room he made a protein shake and slipped on his trainers. A good session beating the crap out of a heavy bag and a run on the treadmill might help him lose some of his irritation with his liquor suppliers and the sense of loss settled into his gut.
The red leather bag swung as he pounded on it, so he moved around it, light on his feet. When he couldn’t lift his arms for even a light jab, he got on the treadmill and jogged four miles. The protein shake went down the way it normally did—grainy and thick. All the research suggested that not eating a quick uptake protein supplement after a hard work out only led to the body cannibalizing muscle for energy. A wasted work out.
Mr. Practical and well-researched. That’s me.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, neck, and chest. His shorts were plastered to his ass. The stairs creaked under his feet as he stomped up to the main floor of the house. If he was going to be ready for work that night, he had to get a shower.
He went straight to his room with its adjoining bath, careful to avoid looking down the hall. Right now wasn’t the time to think too hard about what was going on. There were girls at the club who’d fall over themselves to be with him, but he just wasn’t interested. Ronnie was the only woman he wanted.
Sharing her with Gavin wouldn’t make sense to most men, but for him, it fulfilled a soul deep need for connection and family. Maybe if he’d grown up differently, he wouldn’t be this way, have this damn hole inside him he couldn’t fill with nothing but vanilla sex.
But he was the way he was. He was at peace with that.
He toed his sneakers off near the bathroom door and dropped his shorts on top of them. The socks stayed where they landed on the tile. He popped the glass door on the shower enclosure and turned the knobs, letting the water warm up while he got a towel and washcloth from the cabinet.
The shower spray cascaded over his short hair and down his back in a pounding spray. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, all his focus on relaxing and not thinking about Gavin and Ronnie. Joining them for sex after what he’d witnessed made something inside him recoil. He didn’t want to be with them if she didn’t feel the same about him. It would hurt him, leave him on the outside looking in, much as he’d felt he’d been doing his entire life.
Coveting.
When he’d been a child, it had been the mothers other kids had. He’d see them, at the park three blocks away, when he snuck out of the house while his mother was passed out drunk with some random stranger she’d brought home the night before.
Thank God he’d gone into foster care and met Gavin in high school. Fate brought them together with the same foster parents, and they’d bonded. More than brothers, more than just friends. They’d had each other’s backs through a lotta shit.
If Gavin and Ronnie were meant to be, he knew he’d stand aside and let it happen. Gavin should be happy.
He squeezed out a larger gob of shampoo than he needed and scrubbed it over his head, letting the bubbles skim down his chest and back. The spray hit him directly in the face, and he kept his eyes closed, planted both hands on the wall in front of him and dug his fingers into the grout.
A click reached his ears, and he jerked when two small hands slipped around his waist and across his stomach.
Ronnie?
“Hey. Why are you in here alone? I missed you earlier.” She kissed his back, right over his tattoo, and he found he could
n’t speak around the lump in his throat. “You know I’ve never gotten to really look at your tattoo. You’ve always got a shirt on unless we’re having sex, and then I’m usually too...busy...to get to see it. It’s amazing.”
He chuckled at her innuendo, but he knew it sounded sad and half-hearted.
She moved in closer and her breasts flattened against his back. His cock stirred, getting semi-hard just from her nipples and the soft curve of her tummy touching him.
“Thanks. I worked out, so I had to come in here and shower.” He wanted to put his hands over top of hers where they were clasped just above his dick.
“I saw your clothes on the floor. You always that messy?”
“Yes.” No reason to lie, all she had to do was look at his room and she’d know what a disaster he could create. “I’m organized in my business, that’s what I think about pretty much all the time. I tend to not pay attention to the other stuff.”
“Hmmm...I don’t know how you manage to have any clean clothes.” She backed up, her warmth no plastered to his back, and he fought the desire to clutch her hands and hold her captive. Just for a little while. Light pokes and feathering touches skimmed the lines of his tat. “Wow, how long did it take to get this ink done?”
“As I recall your room is even worse than mine.” He started to scrub his chest and arms. “Tattoo took a few sessions of about three hours.”
“Wow. I always kinda wanted one, but I don’t know what I’d get. I like how you have all this Celtic knot work in here, it all folds back on itself.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “So it never ends.”
He gave in to the temptation to turn around and look at her. Hickeys dotted her neck and the upper mounds of her breasts. Something about the marks stirred him, got his blood pumping with the desire to leave his stamp on her body as well. His fingers clenched around his washcloth and his dick stiffened all the way. Fuck, her tits were gorgeous. Even now he wanted to bury his face in her cleavage and work his way down her body to her sweet pussy.
“Maybe I should hit the gym too.” Water splattered on her and wet the ends of her hair. She traced his pecs, down the center of his torso to his belly button, and stopped at the base of his cock. The corners of her lips tipped up in a tiny smile and she crowded in closer to him.
“Only if you want to do it for you. I lo-like you just the way you are.” He slipped past her to let her stand under the water. Unable to help himself, he asked, “You have fun with Gavin today?”
She frowned and tipped her head back to wet her hair. The streams of liquid flowed down her cleavage and into her belly button, traced the curves of her thighs. “Well, yeah, I mean...I missed you, though.”
Why’d she miss him? When she turned to get the shampoo, he glimpsed the globes of her ass. The bruises he’d left on her would have healed in a day or two, they were minor. It’d taken him a while to learn how to spank without causing long lasting injuries, but she was a lot more black and blue than she should have been.
“Did Gavin spank you?” Possessiveness and anger curled in his gut. They agreed to share Ronnie, and he could even accept letting her go if he had to, but no one abused her. She ignored him and scrubbed at her hair. “Ronnie?”
“Yes.” Bubbles sluiced down her back as she rinsed her hair, refusing to turn around and face him. “It...something happened this morning. He was really upset. I could have safe worded, but I didn’t because I wanted...”
Something bad must have happened to fuck up Gavin like that. The guy was closer to him than a brother, and Gavin didn’t like to spank women. He enjoyed watching them get spanked, but he didn’t get off on it. It wasn’t his kink. “Ronnie, you should have stopped it right away.”
“It’s fine. I’m okay.” She shook her head. “I wanted to help him. Something was wrong, and I wanted to take his pain for him.”
Fuck, if he’d thought he loved her before, he knew how deep in this shit he was now. And she really did love Gavin. “But sweetheart, you can’t...you have to have a limit. When we play, it’s for pleasure, not abuse.” He traced one of her bruises, a lump in his throat. “This, him taking this out on you like this...it crosses a line.”
She stepped back toward him, still not facing him, her head hung. “I know. I just, I really care about him. I love him. And I didn’t know what was wrong, I just wanted to make him feel better.”
Her thighs collided with his, and his cock twitched. Randy asshole that he was, all turned on, even though he had to deal with his best friend abusing their sub.
Their sub. Mine too. Yeah, he’d fight for her to love him that way. Fuck walking away like a gentleman with his tail between his legs. Besides, she’d just come to him for comfort, not the other way around. Her body language was screaming at him to give her a cuddle, to hold her tight and protect her.
“Baby, you can’t be alone with Gavin for awhile. Not for play.” He coiled his arms around her torso, her tits plump and firm just above his forearms.
“But—”
“You have to learn to say no sometimes. Did Gavin get a call today from his birth mother?” The damn bitch had probably sent his best friend right off the edge.
“Yes.” Her cheek collided with his chest and she nuzzled him. “How’d you know?”
He sighed and shook his head. “Look, I’m in charge when we all play together. If you and Gavin want to have sex without any of the harder stuff, that’s fine. But no restraints. I’m going to talk to him about what happened.” He kissed her ear. “Your ass shouldn’t look the way it does right now. Some people like that level of pain play. But it’s not Gavin’s thing. He crossed a line today.”
“He was really upset. I didn’t want to pry though.” She sighed. “He was in foster care?”
“We both were.” The admission released a weight he hadn’t realized he’d carried. He grabbed the bottle of body wash from the shelf and handed it to her, eager to change the topic of conversation. “Get washed up. Sorry, I don’t have anything girly in here.”
“I don’t mind smelling like you.” A grin brought some light back to her eyes. “So...um...why didn’t you come and...where were you this morning?”
He’d thought that she’d ask him about his childhood, and it took him a moment to recover. Following his lead, like always. “I had some phone calls for work, and when I got done, you and Gavin were... I didn’t want to intrude.”
“Intrude? Why would you think you were intruding?” She pursed her lips and blinked.
Words failed him, all his confidence hiding somewhere. Never in his life had he felt so laid open and bare before someone.
“Luis?” The warmth of her fingers twined in his. “You’re just as much a part of this relationship as anyone else.”
Truth and honesty shone in her steady regard, and he wanted to bask in it, roll around in her acceptance. He closed the few steps between them and covered her mouth with his, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and imprisoned her in his arms. She relaxed into him without hesitation, made her kiss as aggressive as his own.
His dick felt like a steel bar, it was so damn hard. He tucked his hand down between their bodies and parted her cunt with one finger. Slow, easy, careful. After last night, and what he thought Gavin had done that morning, she was probably sore.
Slick and wet for him. He inserted his digit all the way and pumped it in and out a few times.
“Mmmm...”
“Let’s get you cleaned up the rest of the way.” He squirted a bunch of body wash into his hand and scrubbed her down, careful not to abrade her bruises. Her breasts overflowed his palms, and he washed underneath each, cupping them, spreading his fingers in a “V” around her nipples. He did the same to her clit, never actually touching the swollen bud.
He washed her pussy with care. Saliva pooled in his mouth. She tasted so good, and he wanted to make sure she was all cleaned up for him.
Soon she was panting and shifting her weight from foot to foot. He tugged her out of the shower and toweled her off. He folded the towel in a thick square and set it on a clear spot on the counter. “Hop up.”
She raised one eyebrow, but did as he asked. “I’m kinda sore, Luis. Don’t go too hard, okay?”
He kissed her, once, soft and sweet, and then positioned her heels on the edge of the counter. “Don’t worry. I’m just on a mission to make sure that I don’t lose you completely to Gavin.”