Acres, Natalie - Sex Addict [Cowboy Addiction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (15 page)

Then, he towered over her and whispered against her lips, “I want you to make love to me, Holly. Don’t fuck me. Make love with me. Show me I can be in your life today, tomorrow, and a year from now. Make me a believer.”

She framed his face and kissed him then, her lips dragging over his. They kissed for what seemed like long, agonizing minutes. Slowly, her hand crawled toward his cock, and he flipped over, allowing her full access to guide him when she was ready. Once she seated herself over him, Kemper joined them, his foot landing next to Kit’s hip.

Her expression changed to one of compassion, a soft look of love settling in her eyes as she lowered her pussy to his cock. He deeply penetrated her and pushed up on her middle, helping her arch for Kemper’s first thrust.

When her pussy tightened around his cock, he knew Kemper was buried to the hilt, his penis locked in place. And that’s when they rocked her, slow and easy, until her body took on a staggering beat all on its own.

Chapter Thirteen

They didn’t believe she could differentiate fucking from loving. She could. She knew she could. She felt loved. She felt beautiful, sexy, and wanted.

She’d never felt any of that before. No other man made her feel what these two men allowed her to feel with them.

Her wet pussy closed around Kit’s dick as he pulsed inside her. Kemper’s cock pressed higher, slipped deeper, and she tried to clench and close around him. She wanted to hang on to this feeling, the slow strokes, and the loving hands.

Their fingers raked over her. Kit latched onto her nipple. He rubbed the texture of his tongue over the point, licking and lapping as he suckled her tightly drawn point.

“Oh my God, yes,” she sang, closing her eyes and indulging.

Kemper’s fingers dug into her skin. He moved her hips as he entered her. They could call this making love, and they were, in fact, loving one another, but as much as they tried to ignore the logistics of the moves, each man pounded inside her. Each man claimed her, hammering inside each hole as they rocked her to and fro.

Her body was tossed forward, propelled back. Her breasts were sensitive, the nipples sore from the adoration Kit gave them, his tongue working from one point to the next. And regardless of how much he tried to use some restraint, he was greedy as he feasted from her body.

This was why she loved sex. It was empowering to know she could be with one man, or maybe two, and drive them crazy.

Kemper lifted her body into the air, and he held her a few inches from Kit. Then, he eased her torso lower, positioning her over him again, thrusting inside her as he took her ass and made her want that orgasm, work for the climax she’d barely been able to hold away.

“That’s it, baby,” Kit crooned, drawing her forward, his lips covering hers, his mouth inspiring her, tantalizing and teasing.

Kemper groped her then. His hands flew up and down her sides as he throttled her with his hard dick, pushing the weight of his cock inside her channel until she was wiggling away, squirming forward, and raking her nails over Kit’s hard chest and abs.

“Ride me. That’s it. Get all you want. Right here. Right now. Take me. I’m yours, Holly. I’ll always be yours.”

She swallowed tightly then. Was he making a promise she’d expect him to keep?

Her hair swayed behind her as Kemper’s cock tightened inside her walls. She could feel the pulsing, the energy building, the chemistry becoming too hard to deny. She needed to come! She had to get off!

Kit yanked her forward. He pelted her with his cum then, the hot shot of his release spiraling inside her, drenching her as he spilled his seed inside her cunt. “Oh God!” she screamed aloud then, aware of the unprotected sex she’d never had, never wanted, never needed…until now.

Kemper nipped at her ear, and another gush of heat washed over her—his, her own, and theirs. “More, oh God, give me more. Don’t stop now! Don’t stop, please!” she wailed as they pulled out, falling against Kit’s chest.

“Shh,” he said, holding her tightly against him. “It’s fine now, baby. We’re not going anywhere. You’ll get the help you need.”

“And the loving,” Kemper promised her, leaning over and kissing her cheek.

She lay sandwiched between them, their arms looped around her. She’d just about dozed off to sleep, a first for her even after living with them for as long as she had. Jerking before she drifted off, she asked the burning question, “But what will you get out of this? If you have to give up what you want in order to have me, won’t you be unhappy?”

Kit’s lips skimmed across hers. “As long as I know I can trust you, I’ll survive without the other.”

“You won’t sneak out to sex clubs in the middle of the night?” she asked, raising her gaze to meet his.

“Have I ever done that in the past?”

“Not that I know of,” she replied. “But you might. If you need the kink and I can’t give you what you need…”

“Hey, you,” Kemper said, nuzzling her hair. “You are a confident woman. It’s one of the things we love about you. So you have a hang-up or two. We all do.”

“It’s serious though.”

“It may be,” Kemper said. “But we’re not going anywhere.”

Kit’s eyes became hooded and he ground against her. “A man would have to be crazy to leave your bed.”

“A woman would have to be an addict to look for sex outside of this house.”

“And that’s what scares you, isn’t it?” Kit asked, frowning.

“I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to have values and honor the commitments I make. But what if I can’t?”

“What if you can?” Kemper pointed out. “Have you ever thought of that? What if you beat the odds of addiction, we go with you to the group sessions, you make an effort to change, and you’re happy with the life we lead together? Then what?”

She took a deep breath and finally said, “I guess we just need to wait and see what happens, don’t we?”

“I guess we do.”

“You’re going to love me either way, right?”

“Probably so,” Kit admitted. Then, he tilted his head toward Kemper. “And I think you’ve had him since that first lap dance.”

“When you say no kink, does that mean we can’t play with these?” she asked, holding up the beads from the ring attached at the end.

“You liked those, did you?”

“I did,” she admitted.

“Wait until we try those with ginger. You’ll be amazed at what figging and anal beads can do for a woman.”

“How do you know?” she asked.

“He was a woman in his former life,” Kit teased.

“And I must’ve been a hooker.”

“You’re my hooker,” Kemper said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “And you can dance on top of me anytime you please.”

“I hope so,” she crooned, crawling over him. “Because I’m having one of those sudden urges to make love again.”

“Are you now?” Kemper asked, biting her bottom lip. “Well, let me see if I can’t help a woman out.”

As Kemper brought her body over his, she rubbed her cunt against his belly, gliding over him like a summer rain, refusing to take his cock and ride him for fear he’d begin to worry like Kit.

She might have been an addict, but couldn’t she get hooked on them rather than on sex itself? As she looked into the adoring eyes of the men who’d promised to stand by her, she found her answer.

For the first time in her life, Holly knew what it felt like to be held by men who loved her. And who couldn’t get hooked? Who wouldn’t want to have sex all day?

It was then when she decided she didn’t have a problem after all. Why of course not. She’d allowed others to tell her she was an addict.

Hell, she’d just bought into that theory. She had an overactive sex drive and nothing more.

As she quickly moved toward another orgasm, she was already contemplating the next one. She mounted Kemper and encouraged him to thrust, tossing her head back as she rode him.

No, she wasn’t an addict. She was just a woman who liked to come at the strike of every new hour. With men like the Keeslings, who could blame her?

Chapter Fourteen

Dr. Zanati handed over her treatment plan the next afternoon. “Are you serious about this?” Holly asked, scanning the recommended therapy.

“It’s only a recommendation,” Dr. Zanati said, studying Kit and Kemper.

“Doctor, if you don’t mind, try to keep your eyes focused on the patient here,” Holly said, scissoring her fingers in front of her own eyes in a polite effort to avert the good doctor’s attention back where it belonged.

Apparently, she was pretty smitten by Holly’s men. It was starting to piss her off.

Dr. Zanati jerked. She quickly left her desk and paced the floor, nervously running her fingers through her short black hair. She looked down at her open blouse and released another button, showing off even more cleavage than she had when she’d been talking to them about her own sex addiction.

Apparently, since she couldn’t remain professional, Holly was going to have to put the woman in her place. “Look, I can respect the fact that you’re my doctor. Kit and Kemper tell me you come highly recommended, but if you don’t mind my saying so, you haven’t taken your eyes off Kit and Kemper since we walked in here.”

“Holly!” Kit snapped. “Dr. Zanati, you’ll have to excuse Holly. She’s been uptight lately.”

“I can see that,” she said, taking a seat again. She stared down the bridge of her nose and made Holly very uncomfortable. Holly shot Kit a stern glare. He smirked.

Damn him. He was eating up the attention. No wonder he chose Dr. Zanati for her program. He was smitten by the woman.

“Holly needs to know we’re here for her. I’m not sure your recommended therapy is the best idea. Won’t she begin to feel alienated?”

Holly snarled. “Don’t talk around me, Kit.” She addressed the psychiatrist again, still concerned with the doctor’s professionalism and not at all interested in her reasons for being there in the first place. “Kit and Kemper are easy on the eyes. That much is obvious. But I can assure you, they aren’t as gentle on a woman’s body. It isn’t easy entertaining two men at one time.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” Dr. Zanati said. Actually, she practically purred. “Well, if that’s the case then the little intimate vacation should do your body some good. If nothing else, you’ll feel like a virgin the next time you have sex and everyone will be well satisfied.”

Holly used her forefingers to rub her eyes. “Are you really suggesting that we go a year without sex?”

Dr. Zanati cleared her throat. “No, you misunderstood. If you’ll read the treatment plan word for word, what I’ve suggested there is very simple. You cannot initiate sex. Your partners will have to make the first move. If you initiate sex, it’s as if you are saying you want to have sex for the sake of having sex.”

“Don’t you think most normal, healthy relationships have a give-and-take there? If we follow this plan…” She shook the paper in front of the doctor’s face and continued, “I’ll be lucky if I have sex twice a day.”

“I was thinking along the lines of once every couple of days given the fact that these men have already admitted they are worn out because of the heavy sexual demands you place on them.”

“Did you say that?” she asked, glaring at Kit and then Kemper.

Kit shrugged. “I may have mentioned that in my
private
session.”

The doctor smiled. “Yes, he may have.”

“So in other words, you want us to cut back considerably?” Holly asked. She wondered if other doctors would share the same advice. She was beginning to think Dr. Zanati had ideas of her own. She could see where this was headed from a mile away.

Kit and Kemper were so impressed by her credentials they couldn’t see past her awards on the wall. Couldn’t they tell she was coming on to them? Couldn’t they see she was trying to get them away from her so she could move right on in?

“I think it would be healthier for all parties involved if you follow my recommendations step-by-step.”

Holly stood. “I’m ready to go.”

“Holly, honey,” Kit coaxed her. “Sit down. Please, baby.”

Dr. Zanati folded her hands over her day planner. “I’d also like to suggest weekly individual appointments, too. Perhaps Kit and Kemper can come in every week say on Wednesday. You and I can get together every Friday. What do you think?”

Holly choked back curse words. “Sure. Why not?”

“Very well then. I’ll have my receptionist call you next week.”

“Thank you, Dr. Zanati,” Kit said, shaking her hand. Kemper followed suit. Holly waited by the door.

“It’s been my pleasure. I’ll look forward to seeing you men—and you, too, Holly—next week.”

* * * *

“That was a complete waste of time!” Holly bellowed as she entered the house thirty minutes later. She’d remained quiet in the car, trying to pull her thoughts together. “That woman admitted she was a sex addict. She has her own issues and you’re trying to get her to help me! She doesn’t want to help me. She’s an addict herself. Didn’t you hear that?”

“Yes, she is, Holly. I think that speaks highly of her. She disclosed everything she thought her patients would want to know. That’s commendable.”