Disgrace (48 page)

“Yours,” I exhale on a breathy sigh.

The bed shifts and Will is once more at my side, his irritation at being usurped an instant memory. “Ours tonight.”

Will takes my neck and I tense for a second, thinking he is going to kiss me, but he dips past my mouth and kisses my neck and collar bone. Jason once again takes my mouth and Leon, who is still moving deep inside me, kisses down the top of my spine.

I feel so cherished, so adored…so damn lucky.

Leon pulls out when Will takes my hand and eases me his way, he leans back and helps me straddle his waist. Leon stands on the bed and walks to the head, perching on the padded rail, holding himself and watching my every move with a salacious grin. I thought when I first saw him in the room that I would feel awkward or just plain weird, but in here, all I see is a smoking hot someone I happen to trust with my life and love as a friend.

Will starts to unhook the clips on my corset and lets out a long slow breath that comes from deep in his chest when he discards the garment. My breasts fall free into his waiting hands. He cups and massages the soft, round flesh, and his fingers tease the tips with sensual light touches. He switches to pinch to the point of pain that makes me so damn wet I can feel myself melt onto Will’s skin. Jason’s hands dip between my legs, and he gathers some of the wetness. I start to tremble before his hand has ventured any further than my core. His lips are on my neck, and his soft words scorch like a liquid fire in my veins.

“You ready, beautiful?”

“Oh,” I manage to mouth, but I’m not sure any sound escaped. Jason has spread my slick arousal over my other hole and dips his thumb through the tight ring of muscle. I push back against him, and he chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that is sexy as hell. He lifts my hips and supports my weight; Will drops one hand to position his cock at my entrance and Jason lets my weight go so I sink down at my own pace. I can feel Jason behind me, pulling my cheeks apart and pushing himself forward. I tense because I feel his size more keenly now that I am already full.

“Here.” Leon hands Jason a small tube of lube and winks at me. “There’s always time for lubricant.”

My giggle turns into an erotic moan as Jason works the tip of his now well-lubed cock inside my arse. I drop my head to my chest and suck in some much needed oxygen as my body stretches to accommodate the intrusion of a lifetime.

“Ah fuck!” Will mutters beneath me, Jason’s hot mouth is at my neck as he pushes himself to the hilt. My skin is on fire. I am breathless and soaring at the same time. I pant and force my body to relax and enjoy.

“How do you feel, beautiful?” I smile, but my head is bent so I know he can’t see me. I lift my head and turn as much as I can. Jason’s eyes are dark with lust, but their fierceness is softened by the warmth of his smile.

“Full.” All adjectives have vanished from my vocabulary, but this fits. He flexes his hips at that, and I give a full body shudder that has Will cursing.

“Not quite,” Leon takes my chin with one hand, and with his other, he parts my lips with his straining erection. I suck and draw him deep into my throat. He holds my head, and I close my eyes to absorb all the sensations bombarding me as each one of them begins to move inside me. I feel giddy, delirious, and drunk all at once. The pressure inside me with two large cocks alternately working me deep and deeper still is indescribably good. I am wound so tight when Jason snakes his arms around to stroke my clit, I explode at the slightest touch.

Hands, fingertips, lips, tongues and glorious cocks…Jesus, not an inch of my body is left untended. Jason’s strong arms hold me as I am filled again and again. I am moved and manoeuvred this way and that, and every time, the constant I feel is in the safety of his hold. I lose count of the times I am driven to unbearable heights of ecstasy where I can’t breathe and float on an ethereal plane until I am coaxed back down, soothed and sated, only to be driven once more by eager lips between my legs or urgent fingers teasing and coaxing my body for more…always more. My last conscious moment is of Jason pulling me up his body having swallowed his release, vaguely aware of Will fucking me from behind and Leon beside me helping my hand move up and down the length of his cock. Utter blissful exhaustion the final victor.

I wake in a tangle of too many limbs and gentle breathing. Jason has me tight against his chest, and I tip my head to see if he is awake. The gentle rise and fall of his chest would indicate he is either asleep or very relaxed. A wide smile creeps across his face when my eyes meet his.

“Hey, beautiful…how are you feeling?” His voice is a soft warm whisper and he pulls me tighter against his chest. I’m not sure who is flush against my back but he grumbles as I am pulled away from his contact. I draw in a satisfying deep breath and think about his question. How do I feel? Sore and stretched, aching and alive, adored and…

“Amazing.” I settle for this but I feel so much more.

“You were amazing.” He kisses my nose, and I offer a shy smile at his compliment.

“What time is it?”

“It’s late.” Jason yawns and it sets off a chain reaction that makes me giggle. I jump at the sound of the door but relax when Will enters carrying a large duvet and now wearing some snug fitting boxer shorts. He climbs onto the bed and manages to wedge himself between Leon and me, pulling the duvet over all our bodies.

“What the fuck, Will?” Leon pitches up on his elbows all disgruntled.

“Snooze you lose, Leon, and don’t even think about spooning me unless you want to be on the wrong end of some serious blood play.’

“Tease.” Leon drops his voice, and I splutter out a very unladylike laugh. Will looks a little unsettled by Leon’s response, which makes me laugh harder.

“Come to this side, Leon, and I’ll lay on top of Jason then I can hold you all. Well, until I crush the breath out of Jason and he kicks me off.” I wriggle my body until I am curled over Jason’s chest, my legs tucked and wrapped around his waist. Leon moves, and I stretch my arms out so they are draped across both Will and Leon’s chests.

When I wake up much later, we are alone, Jason and I, and no hint of a nightmare to disturb my sleep. I give a sleepy sigh and stretch out some of the stiffness. Jason slides his arms around my body, and I feel like my heart has truly found its home. Perfect.

Present

“You think he’ll change his mind?” Leon’s words break me away from my red hot trip down memory lane.

“Does he strike you as the sort of person who would?” I raise a curious brow, and he returns my query with a pout.

“Shame.” He huffs and I pat his cheek with affection. “He might think differently after tonight?” he offers, and I smile. I love that about him, ever the optimist.

“Or he might not. You think me doing this will make him less possessive?” I snicker.

“Um no.” He frowns.

“The only way that night will ever get a rerun is in your dreams or if I begged.” Leon pulls me into a hug and kisses me roughly on my head.

“Bless your heart.” He grins.

I slap his chest. “Arse-wipe…I didn’t say I would beg.”

“But you didn’t say you wouldn’t,” he teases and wiggles his dark brows playfully. I shake my head and wave my incorrigible friend to move ahead.

“Go…go. Make sure he’s at the end of the bar then cue Marco with the music.” My voice is pitched with excitement.

“You do love a show don’t you, babe?” Leon grins.

“This is my stage, Leon, and tonight he gets to see the show of a lifetime.” Leon flashes a quick smile and disappears through the thick velvet curtain.

I take a deep breath at the first bar of
Grace
You Don’t Own Me
. I step through the curtain, the spotlight falls on me, blinding me momentarily. But it means I can’t see the eyes of the club that I know will be focused my way. Tonight I chose to wear my trademark Mistress Selina red leather basque with fishnet stockings that just peek above my thigh high boots. I have on red long sleeve gloves, and my hair is pinned high so nothing is going to obscure my visual display. I drop the string of diamonds from my hand, holding one end I pull it high. The sparkles reflect bright light across the room and I glance up to see a pair of intense eyes shine back so much brighter than the precious stones in my hand.

I slowly loop the diamonds around my neck and close the clip to secure it once it forms the high collar I wear for Jason in private.

This is very public.

My mouth feels dry and my tummy is doing somersaults, but it feels so right. I smile and meet his heat-filled gaze, which widens when I drop to my knees.

I keep my eyes forward as I slowly make my way across the runway at a sensual crawl. I can hear murmurs and gasps, but with every movement, I feel empowered with the knowledge that this is right.

I kneel up when I reach Jason, and his expression makes my heart ache. His eyes are wide but glassy, too. He softly skims my cheek with his knuckles, and I can’t fight my own smile, which makes my cheeks hurts.

“Up,” he commands, and I bounce to my feet. In my heels, I am almost nose to nose. “You look very beautiful in my collar, Sam.” His tone is deep and heavy with heartfelt emotion that is just as tangible as the collar around my neck. His lips cover mine before I can utter a sound. My heart soars with the passion and love I feel for this man. I have never felt so free as I do belonging to him. He breaks the kiss but not his hold. “Mine,” he whispers.

“Yours.” I smile but bite the idiot grin that is just itching to embarrass me.

“You do know what this means.” He takes my hand in his, and I gaze into the intensity with which he seals my soul to his.

“I do.” His deft fingers slip something on my finger, and I gasp when it catches the light. “Jason?”

“You are wearing my collar, and you already said I do, beautiful. Now where’s a damn priest when you need one?” He pulls me into his arms because I am too stunned to respond.

“He’s in playroom three, but I can get him if you want.” Leon winks at me, and I burst of in a nervous fit of giggles.

“No Leon, we’re not getting married in a sex club, Sam deserves more. Sam deserves the dream wedding. Sam deserves the world, and I intend to give it to her.”

Leon probably had a smart remark but I didn’t hear it. All I hear is Jason promising me the world when it’s too late for that.

He gave me the world when he gave me his heart.

The End

I completely understand why authors start this section with an apology for missing anyone. My list of thank you’s has grown considerably since I first pressed the publish button and I am rightly worried I will forget someone. I’ll start with a blanket THANK YOU EVERYONE…yeah because that should cover my arse…not.

So I am going to start with some key players: A huge thank you Shannon Boltin and Kris Ward who tirelessly promote and pimp me to all and sundry and I know Facebook doesn’t make it easy.I am and will be forever in your debt because I literally would not be visible in the ocean of Indie authors if it wasn’t for you ladies.

Joan Readsalot, pretty much there for me from day one. I am so grateful for your honesty and constant unwavering support. My other Beta readers, Melinda, Amy Adkins, and Heather Callahan…thank you so much for your invaluable input into making Disgrace all I’d hoped and more. My street team, especially, Susan, Kim , Gaynor
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Chillie, Jenny and Melissa(s), Jenny, Lisa, Maxine, Charlotte, Vickie Charmaine and Lynne.
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But really all my street team…I love you ladies…you totally rock!

My Chosen One’s and Disgraceful Diva’s…That would be most of you listed above too but there are many many more and I am so grateful to have you in my life…making me smile daily. I love these groups and for a moment I thought I would lose them…and I was not a happy bunny…but with some tweaking we pulled through…Libby and Cleopatra et al ;)

Barbara Shane Hoover…words fail me…I am so grateful for your grammar ocd…I can’t even…Saya at Redquille, Jane Kennedy…my extra extra pair of eyes. Stacey at Champagne formats and Judi for my glorious and totally on the edge of being reportable, cover…You ladies are the foundation. Neda my publicist, sorry for just being a little crap with dates….