Blackmailing Benjamin (Full Trilogy) (4 page)

Betraying Benjamin: Chapter 4

I
f anyone had told me a year ago that I’d be in love with two men who were in love with me as well as each other, I’d have laughed. I didn’t realize until I was with Ben and Andre how isolated I’d made myself since high school. I’d had few friends during those years, and lost touch with them after graduation. I couldn’t call any of my college roommates ‘friends’. Even though the girls I’d lived with tried to include me, I had never really been the girly-girl type and didn’t quite understand their incessant need for beauty products, fancy clothes, and validation.

Of course if any psychologist dug into my brain, they’d probably tell me I craved attention as much as those girls did, but I sought it out by distancing myself from the mainstream. I wore a lot of black, got tattoos, and fucked a lot of guys, but the most important thing to me was making my classmates kiss my ass by skewing the bell curve. I impressed my professors, but only managed to alienate most of the other students, except for a few of the dimmer bulbs at the opposite end of the curve who were cute and cocky enough to approach me for “tutoring”. Dumb guys are so easy to boss around, especially in bed.

Neither Ben nor Andre were dumb, though. Andre had just graduated with honors from the same program I was about to complete the following semester, in spite of his grueling practice schedule. Ben was near the top of his class for pre-law. I’d wondered why I had never run into Andre if he was only a year ahead of me, but I guess star athletes got special treatment. He’d been largely following an independent study track for his last two semesters to work around his game schedule. The man was a machine, which I discovered soon after moving in with him. His level of self discipline astounded me. I think it had a lot to do with the driving need to make his dead father proud by following in his footsteps, but he always managed to find time for me and Ben, too.

So it was a little disconcerting when Ben and I made it home at the end of the day after hours of Ben attempting to cheer me up, and found Andre sitting on the private back balcony, guzzling beer and looking broody. If a man with such a positive outlook and relentless drive as him was sitting there like a lump, then something serious had happened. It made my own little personal drama seem insignificant, even though I still had no idea what was up with him.

Ben and I shared a look, our eyebrows raised in wonder. I kicked off my shoes and slipped through the door to the balcony, padding over to where Andre sat on the comfortable wicker patio sofa, hunched over what looked like his third beer of the evening.

Without saying anything, I stopped in front of him and brushed my hand down the back of his bent head, pausing to squeeze his neck in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. Andre set his bottle down and wrapped both massive arms around my hips, burying his face in my belly. He was shirtless and still carried remnants of his sweet, musky aroma laced with fresh grass that he always had after a long day of practice in spite of having showered.

He sighed and squeezed me tighter. As he leaned back he pulled me with him. I relaxed, folding myself against his strong chest, my backside coming to rest in his lap.

“You wanna talk about it?” I said softly.

Andre just gazed up at me, his soft blue eyes filled with emotions I couldn’t even fathom. They were a strange, pale blue I found beautiful and that never ceased to surprise me when he looked at me. He’d had Anglo-Saxon blood on both sides and had somehow ended up with that one recessive gene in spite of a whole slew of contradictory features, not the least of which was the rich, chocolate brown of his skin.

“I love you, Kitty Kat,” he said, with such intensity my pulse ratcheted up a few notches. Then he pulled me tighter and kissed me tenderly, his smooth, soft lips embracing my own in their warmth.

Ben had disappeared briefly and now returned, clearing his throat behind us. The kiss had dazed me but I managed to accept the fresh beer he offered before he sat down on the sofa next to Andre.

Andre took both our beers and set them down on the coffee table amid his empties. He reached up to grip the back of Ben’s head and pulled my brother into a kiss every bit as slow and sensual as the one he’d just given me. Ben responded with ardor, leaning into Andre. A low moan rumbled deep inside him. When he leaned back again, he looked about as dazed as I felt.

“Andre, you’re scaring me,” I said. “What the hell is going on?”

“I think I’m leaving,” he said. He immediately held up a hand to keep us from spouting the objections and questions Ben and I both had. “Shh. Let me talk. It’s not decided one hundred percent yet. Maybe ninety percent.”

“Why?” Ben asked, his jaw clenching. He’d been with Andre longer so no doubt he was feeling some harsh feelings right now. If he had the same heavy stone in his belly that I did, I wasn’t surprised by his reaction.

“I told you this could happen. My agent brought me an offer from a pro team today.
The
offer.”

“So these beers are you celebrating … alone … I take it?” I said with a hint of sarcasm.

“You have to say yes,” Ben said, though his tone lacked conviction.

“No, I don’t have to do anything. I told the guy I’d sleep on it, but I really just needed to know how you two felt. I have until the morning to give him my answer. If it’s yes, then I fly out tomorrow afternoon.”

“Of all the days, it had to happen today?” I said. I had to force myself not to think about the ultimatum Linette had thrown at me at the end of breakfast.
Kat, you’ll take this internship and be grateful, or I’ll tell your father you’re whoring yourself out to that foul-mouthed black roommate of yours.
I’d retorted that she didn’t know the half of it, but her threat had sunk in. Linette was a master at twisting the truth and Dad had a bad habit of believing everything she said. Now that Andre was dropping another bomb, all the frustration and despair I’d been holding at bay since the morning threatened to escape.

Ben had done his best to try to cheer me up after breakfast. He’d snuck us both into a horror movie, which we sat through twice until my blood rage finally subsided thanks to the vicarious thrills I was watching on the screen. He’d offered to go down on me in the darkened theater but for once I just wasn’t interested in sex.

I ruthlessly swiped at the tears spilling from my eyelids, irritated at the realization that my lower lip was quivering.

“Hey, hey. Kat, it’s not forever,” Andre said. He clasped both hands around my jaw and forced me to look at him. “If I say yes, it’ll just be a plane ride. You can come visit. This isn’t over, it’s just … on hold until we can figure out a new arrangement.”

I shook my head but couldn’t speak over the knot that had formed in my throat. When I tried, it just came out as a moan of despair.

“It isn’t you,” Ben finally offered by way of explanation. “Mom decided to fuck with Kat’s life today. She has to take an internship across the country starting Monday. There’s really no way for her to get out of it, either. My bitch of a mother made sure of that.”

Andre scowled. “Don’t talk about your mother that way. I don’t care how evil the woman is, she’s still your mother.”

“She isn’t
my
fucking mother, the bitch,” I gritted out, but the words broke through the knot and the flood of tears and sobs followed in earnest. I buried my head against Andre’s bare shoulder. “I’m losing both of you. And Ben! Ben is, too. We’re all going to be alone!”

The weight of that realization hit me like a ton of bricks and I fell apart completely in Andre’s arms. He held me tighter while I cried, his large, warm hands rubbing in comforting circles against my back. Ben scooted closer, lending his own comfort with a gentle squeeze of my thigh. The closeness of them now only served to remind me of what I would be missing in only a few days, and I cried harder.

“We’ll get through this Kat,” Ben said in a quiet, determined tone. “I won’t let Mom’s schemes get between us, I promise.”

“H-how?” I asked, turning my head to peer at him through tear-hazed eyes. I clutched at Andre’s shoulders, afraid to let him go now. I knew Ben was right—Andre shouldn’t turn down the offer, even for us. But the thought of saying goodbye, even if it was temporary, tormented me.

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure it out. I’m sorry, Kat.” He gripped my calves with both hands and lifted them onto his lap so he could move even closer to me and Andre. His hands remained on my lower legs, massaging gently. His face was lined with tension that I realized was his own despair, held in check. We’d have had each other’s company with Andre gone, but Linette had managed to ruin that entirely by sending me away, too.

I sniffled against Andre’s chest. “It isn’t your fault, Ben. I just wish I knew why she’s had it out for me my whole life.” I sniffled again, irritated by my weak reaction, but the events had been too overwhelming for me to emotionally navigate. I’d never been in love before, even with one man. And here I was about to lose the two who meant the most to me. Tears threatened to burst forth again.

Seeing the waterworks start to spout from my eyes, Ben swiftly pulled off his t-shirt and dabbed at my eyes with it, then my already runny nose. His uncharacteristically chivalrous gesture made me gape at him for a moment.

Ben shrugged at my expression. “Hey, I love you, too. I always hate seeing you cry, you know.”

Andre’s chest vibrated beneath my ear with a soft laugh. “I didn’t think you knew how to cry, Kitty Kat. This is a new one on me.”

I looked up at him. “Well get a good look, wise ass. This might be the only time you see me at my worst.”

Andre took the wad of soft cotton from Ben and held it to my nose. “Blow, baby.”

For a second I was sure “baby” was meant as an insult rather than a term of endearment. I was definitely acting like a baby, but I complied anyway.

Finally mostly dry-eyed and less congested, I glanced at them both. “Better?”

Andre raised a hand and nudged my chin up. He looked at me critically and I could tell from the creases bracketing his mouth that he was making a huge effort to lighten the mood in spite of his own feelings. He nodded once. “Much better,” he said, then lowered his mouth to mine.

Betraying Benjamin: Chapter 5

M
y lips tingled under the pressure of his, as if they’d been numbed from my crying and his touch awoke every nerve beneath the surface of my skin. I let out a small moan and relaxed into him, grateful for the contact that helped me forget the ordeal of the day. Emboldened by my reaction, he darted his tongue out, sweeping it between my lips. God, I wanted even more of him—as much as I could get, if this was going to be our last night together for who knew how long.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and met his probing tongue with my own, allowing him access to my mouth and reveling in the sudden penetration of his tongue between my lips.

I’d lost track of Ben for a moment, the comforting warmth of his hands on my ankles all but forgotten in the midst of Andre’s kiss. Ben’s hands began moving again, sliding slowly up and down my bare shins and calves. The touch that had been merely a comfort a moment ago became more. With each slow stroke he moved his palms higher, sliding up over my knees and then trailing fingertips back down inside my legs with a warm, delicate touch, pushing them apart little by little.

Too absorbed in letting Andre have his way with my mouth, I let Ben do what he would with my lower half. His hands kept sliding higher with each pass, and each time the temperature between my legs grew incrementally hotter.

Andre’s body reacted to our kiss with as much apparent desire, the hard, thick rod of his cock pressing against my hip. His hips tilted against my backside and he moaned roughly into my mouth, his lips seeming to lose their grip suddenly. He let his mouth drift across my jaw, trailing urgent kisses as he moved lower. I sighed and tilted my head against his shoulder, letting the soft sweep of his lips on my skin send me into the blissful state I so needed. He paused at my neck to nibble at the sensitive spot beneath my ear before moving on to my collar bone. The man knew just how to distract me from my thoughts. Nothing was left in my mind but pure, raw need for him and for Ben.

I tilted my head to lean against Andre’s shoulder, choosing to remain pliant under their combined touch. My emotions were still raw, but becoming less and less prominent compared to the craving I had for their touch.

With his mouth still teasing kisses over my shoulders, Andre slid a hand up my side and cupped one breast. “Christ, I’m going to miss you,” he murmured, his touch abruptly growing more urgent. His fingertips tugged at the buttons of my dress, making quick, deft work of them. His hand slid inside beneath my bra, hot against the skin of my breast. He tweaked my nipple into a hard peak, the sharp contact sending a jolt of pleasure southward where it merged with the increasingly arousing sensations of Ben’s hands caressing up and down my inner thighs.

Ben shoved my skirt higher up my legs. He urged one leg to bend and pushed my knee wide before bending his head to press his lips against the sensitive skin he’d exposed. His wet tongue made a tickling trail farther up, ending with teasing flicks at the juncture of my hip. The heat between my thighs became a pulsing ember of pure need, urged to burning desire by Andre’s teasing touch at my breasts.

Rough hands gripped my hips, fingers hooking into the elastic waist of my panties and tugging. I shifted just enough for Ben to divest me of my panties. Andre got to work on my other garments and soon enough I was gloriously naked in Andre’s arms with Ben wasting no time repositioning my legs so he could kneel between them.

Ben’s tongue made one long, slow sweep of my sodden cleft, savoring me and letting out an ecstatic moan as he went. I was immersed in a variety of sensation when Andre dipped his head to capture one nipple between his lips, resuming his caresses of the other with his fingertips.

Andre raised his head, his mouth finding mine again in the middle of my harsh gasps of pleasure. He kissed me roughly and pulled back with a smile.

“You get to come first tonight, Kitty Kat,” he said. He threaded his long, dark fingers through Ben’s blond hair and pressed my brother harder against my pussy. Ben’s tongue sank deep into me in response to Andre’s push.

“Damn straight,” I managed to gasp before Andre’s mouth covered mine again and his tongue invaded. I responded hungrily, clutching at his shoulders. God, how I loved kissing him. Everything about his mouth was delicious, from his full, soft lips to the wet velvet of his tongue sliding against mine. The contact kept me grounded while Ben’s tongue between my thighs threatened to send me rocketing into space. I wasn’t ready to leave them yet and desperately wanted to make this moment last, but they clearly had other ideas. Andre’s free hand slid back up to my breasts, his long fingers easily spanning my chest to tease at both nipples until they ached with tingling pleasure. Soon enough I lost control, Ben’s relentless tonguing and finger-fucking of my pussy driving me beyond the edge of pleasure.

I cried out and arched my back, barely aware of Andre’s strong arms catching me and holding me while my hips bucked against Ben’s mouth. I clutched at Ben’s head, holding him tight against me while I rode out the pulsing waves of ecstasy. I went limp as the powerful tremors of my orgasm faded, but didn’t release him for a moment. His lips moved and I jerked against him, my flesh oversensitized from his attention. He made a muffled sound, the vibration of it making my pussy quiver, then I realized he was asking if he could stop.

My hands shook when I let them fall away from Ben’s head. He sat back on his heels and swiped his hand down over his lips to remove the glistening evidence of my climax.

“C’mere,” Andre said gruffly, hooking Ben with one large hand and pulling him into a hard, hungry kiss. Andre sank his tongue into Ben’s mouth with such abandon it made my pussy quiver again. He was tasting me on my brother’s tongue, and Ben seemed happy to share.

Their needy moans refreshed my addled mind enough to remember my promise to Ben earlier that day. I shifted off Andre’s lap and went straight for Ben’s belt buckle, tugging it loose and unfastening his jeans in a rush. A second later I had the head of his cock between my lips and both hands circling the length of him.

“Oh, Jesus, yes,” Ben muttered. He leaned back and gazed down at me.

I paused long enough to smile up at him. “A bet’s a bet, right?”

He just stared at me, dazed. I pressed a hand into the center of his smooth, toned chest and he fell back as I bent and teased my tongue along the underside of his cock, then took him fully into my mouth, letting his cock slide as deep as I could take him.

With my ass aimed at Andre I doubted it would take long for him to take advantage, and I wasn’t wrong. I felt him move on the sofa behind me and a second later his dark track pants flew over my head, landing halfway over Ben’s enraptured face. His jock strap followed a second later.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours now, Kitty Kat. You ready for me?”

I “mhmed” around Ben’s cock, then drew out the hum as I pulled my lips back along the length of him, sucking just a little harder at his foreskin-covered head. Ben tensed and let out an incoherent moan when I pushed back the skin and slid my tongue around his glistening, pink tip before sinking back down again until the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.

“She’s so ready for you to fuck her,” Ben offered helpfully in a stilted, breathless voice, followed up by, “Oh fuck yeah, Kat. That’s so good.”

Andre’s grip of my hips was the only warning of his impending entry and he wasted no time. His hot cock brushed up along my slit once before he buried himself hilt-deep, thrusting hard enough to send my mind spinning. I groaned and had to pause sucking Ben until I caught my bearings again and acclimated to the thrusting rhythm of the massive shaft I’d just been impaled with.

Ben’s tongue was always a delight to have buried in my snatch. He had a particular knack for knowing exactly what would get me off. Andre had a little less finesse with his cock, but he didn’t need it. All he needed to do was show up hard, as far as I was concerned, and I was flying. And when he coupled his relentless thrusting into my pussy with a finger or two circling my tight asshole, then sinking beyond that barrier, it was all I could do not to lose track of what I was doing with my mouth.

Ben chose that moment to hold the sides of my head and thrust up into my mouth with one rough jerk of his hips. He let out a shaky moan as his cum hit the back of my tongue with his salty-sweet flavor. I closed my eyes and held onto him for another moment while I swallowed, then let him slip away. I grabbed the cushion he’d been leaning against and buried my face in it, happy to have nothing else to think about but enjoying the rough penetration of Andre’s cock. Soon there was another hand between my thighs, fingertips finding my swollen clit and rubbing in perfect small circles.

They were definitely making up for our interrupted morning fun. I came even harder the second time and relished the primal sounds Andre made as my clenching muscles pulled him over with me. His fingertips dug bruisingly into my hips and I felt his body hunch over mine as his hips thrust with rapid succession and my pussy milked his cock to its limit.

His hot breath hit my shoulder and his hands slid up my sides, arms curling around my torso. He pulled me upright into a tight embrace, his softening cock still buried inside me.

“I love you so much,” he said, his voice tight from emotion.

We stayed like that for another moment, still buzzed and coming down from the high of our combined release. Ben flopped back down in front of me, naked and flushed with his beer in one hand. He tilted the bottle back and guzzled it until it was empty.

“Time to drown our sorrows in alcohol now that we’re finished drowning them in Kat’s snatch,” he said, plunking his empty bottle back down on the table amid the others.

Andre released me and I melted into the crook of Ben’s outstretched arm, pressing my cheek against his shoulder and curling my legs up onto the sofa. A brown bottle seemed to float into my field of vision, condensation glistening on its surface and the scent of hops wafting from it. I accepted the beer with a grateful smile at Andre and sighed when he sat down on the other side of me, resting a warm hand atop my hip.

“Hey, man, you never told us who signed you,” Ben said. “We should probably be drinking champagne now, shouldn’t we?”

“Beer’s bubbly enough,” Andre said. “And don’t you think it’s a little bittersweet to be celebrating like that? I like this brand of celebration better.”

I shifted around so that my back was propped against Ben’s side and I could stretch my legs across Andre’s lap.

“So, exactly where are we going to be visiting you?” I asked, my stomach flip-flopping at the reminder that he’d be absent after tomorrow. I tamped down the thought of my own departure the day after. Hopefully I’d be able to remain in denial for one more day before it became a reality.

Andre nodded as he swallowed his beer. “Washington,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with pride.

I blinked at him, a sudden surge of hope rushing through me, but I buried it before I could let myself be disappointed if his answer to my next question wasn’t the one I desperately wanted.

Cautiously, I said, “Washington … as in Seattle or as in … ?”

“D.C., baby!” he replied with a wide grin.

“Huh,” Ben said, as if the detail was only of passing interest.

I sat there with my mouth hanging open trying to decide if I wanted to punch Andre or kiss him.

Ultimately I gave in to my excitement and launched myself at Andre. I mashed my mouth on his in a sloppy kiss, then yelled at him. “You ass! Why the fuck didn’t you say so? Guess where my asshole of a stepmother’s sending me?”

Andre’s eyes widened as he caught my hint. “Seriously? Oh, baby, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”

I threw my arms around his neck, elated at the change in circumstance.

Ben cleared his throat. “Ah … I’m still sitting right here. Love of your lives. Who the two of you are abandoning.”

A tiny chill passed through me at his tone. I’d never heard him so melancholy before, and I had the abrupt impression that I’d fucked up somehow, but I had no idea what I’d done wrong. Andre tensed beneath me. We shared a brief glance then looked at Ben.

Ben stood up and gathered his discarded clothes, the scowl on his face plain enough to make my heart hurt as he passed by us and went inside without a backward glance.