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“Breathe, baby,” he whispered. “Deep
breaths. Close your eyes and press out for me. Let your body milk me in, don’t
force it.”

Her head thrashed on the table.

It was decadent. Splayed out on her
breakfast table, Sax’s cock slowly filling her ass as she stared back at him
beseechingly. Her most perverted, most depraved fantasies were being played
out, stripping her of control, leaving her pliable, willing, eagerly embracing
the broad erection impaling her.

“Good girl,” he crooned, his face twisted
into a mask of pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight, Marey. It’s like being
consumed by flames.”

She was the one being consumed. Inch by
inch as he worked his cock inside her, filling her, stretching her until he
sank in to the hilt.

She couldn’t breathe. She could feel the
muscles of her anus convulsing, flexing and rippling around the length of flesh
filling her. It was more pleasure than she could have envisioned. Deeper, more
intense than the vibrators or plugs she had used there.

“Think of this, Marey,” he growled as he
began to move, holding her to him, sending her senses careening as he began to
fuck her slow and deep. “Think of this, baby, the next time you’re telling me
I’m chasing a woman who doesn’t want me.”

She screamed as his movements began to
quicken, one hand moving from her buttocks, his fingers going to her aching,
empty pussy. Two fingers pressed inside, moving in tandem to his thrusts up her
ass as reality began dissolve. The world centered on the dual penetration. His
fingers moving inside the ultra-tight depths of her pussy, his cock fucking her
ass with long, smooth strokes that steadily quickened, grew harder, more
intense.

She writhed beneath him, straining toward
release, begging for it, pleading as her body tightened to what she was certain
was a breaking point.

“Now, Marey.” His voice was strained, rough
as she felt his cock flex and throb inside the sensitive channel.

His fingers moved faster inside her pussy,
his thumb moving to her clit, stroking it, pushing her higher, higher…

She screamed as she fell over the edge of
oblivion. Ecstasy washed through her body, burned along her nerve endings,
sending her flying into rapture as she felt him explode, the heat of his semen
filling her as he thrust in hard and deep one last time, groaning fiercely as
he came inside the hot depths of her ass.

She settled down to earth long moments
later, her eyes opening as he slowly withdrew from her. She watched as he fixed
his slacks then reached to the counter to tear a handful of soft paper towels
from their holder.

He cleaned her gently, watching her with
those chocolate eyes that seemed to see clear to her soul.

“You can’t turn back,” he told her as he
eased her up, holding her steady as she stood naked before him, fighting to
find reality once again. “I won’t let you.”

“No matter how much it hurts me?” she asked
him then, her voice hoarse, filling with tears as realization began to wash
over her. “Does that matter, Sax? Does it matter at all how much it’s going to
hurt me?”

“She has to be the most stubborn,
independent, irrational woman I’ve had the misfortune to meet.”

Sax slammed the file drawer in place,
ignoring James’ mocking snort behind him as he slapped the file he had pulled
out on the desk between them.

He was irritated, horny as hell, and damn
if he wasn’t suffering from a guilt trip of major proportions.

No matter how much it hurts me?
The words wouldn’t leave his mind, ricocheting in his head as he
fought against the pain he had glimpsed in her eyes.

“You act like you’re surprised, buddy,”
James laughed as he leaned back in the chair in front of Sax’s desk and watched
him with amusement. “You’ve been chasing her for three years and just figured
that one out?”

Sax sat down heavily in his own chair and
regarded the other man with a frown.

“I don’t appreciate the amusement you’re
finding at my expense, James,” he snarled back. “Dammit to hell, she enjoyed
every minute of it. Drenched my fingers when she came and still had the nerve
to try to guilt me out of her life. I should tie her to the damned bed for a
week and fuck her until she’s too tired to guilt or deny me.”

James chuckled at that one, not that Sax
could blame him. Sax had been making that same threat for three years now.

“Vince is out on bail,” Sax sighed then,
worry and fury clashing at the thought of all the ways he could hurt Marey. “He
disappeared within hours. If she doesn’t ease up on the stubbornness, he’s
going to kill her.”

It was his worst nightmare, that Vince
would attack her again, taking her from him forever. It was hard enough waiting
on the sidelines all these years, certain she would give in eventually. But
now…Sax knew the waiting was over. The question was would the fragile bonds of
emotion between them survive the dominance rising inside him? He was sick of
waiting. And he was sure as hell sick of her denying the very thing he knew
both of them craved.

“Vince will self-destruct eventually,”
James agreed. “All we can do is watch her, Sax. Daniel will look for him, Drew
Stanton owns the security agency she’s using—he has priority watch on her. The
sheriff will keep a closer eye on the house during his patrols, and when he
comes up for trial, Caleb will make certain he spends plenty of time behind
bars. The members of The Club won’t desert her. We watch out for our own, you
know that.”

Caleb Embers was the prosecuting attorney
assigned to the case, and a member of The Club. Sax was well aware of the fact
that if Vince made it as far as trial, then Caleb would fry his ass.

“Keeping him the hell away from her until
he gets to trial is what worries me,” Sax bit out. “She’s so determined to deny
us both that she could end up giving him the opening he needs. I swear to God,
James, I can’t understand her. It’s as though she thinks she has to deny
herself. As though she’s paying penance for something that only she’s aware
of.”

“Or terrified of a pattern repeating
itself,” James suggested then. “She put her life on hold for her parents. When
they died, she wasn’t a teenager any longer. Loneliness can do strange things
to a woman, Sax. She married the first man who offered and learned within weeks
the mistake she made. I have a feeling you’re something Marey couldn’t bear
losing. So she’s going to fight you harder.”

Which was no more than he expected. But
damn if it wasn’t grating on his nerves.

“Tell you what.” James leaned forward in
his chair, watching Sax with a knowing glint in his eyes. “Let’s head to the
house for dinner. We’ll have a drink and see if Ella has any ideas how to break
her friend’s control. She knows Marey better than anyone. If anyone knows how
to find her weakness, it’s my wife.”

Sax tapped his fingers against the leather
arm of his chair. He was right. And Ella would help too. She was worried as
hell over Marey. She would make a great conspirator.

He moved quickly to his feet, ignoring
James’ amused laughter as they pulled on their suit jackets and headed for the
door.

“So, who’s your third lately?” Sax finally
thought to ask his friend as they neared the door.

James snorted. “Ian came out of hiding. I
think he’s running though. Damn if he’s not desperate to get as far away from
his own house as possible since Dane’s daughter moved in with him. Have you
seen her?”

Dane Mattlaw had been Ian’s best friend
while he lived abroad in his younger days. The older man had been a steadying
influence, while also helping to develop some of Ian’s sexual tastes in the
high-class brothels they frequented before Dane’s marriage.

The daughter was a vixen. Not that Ian had
introduced any of The Club’s members to her.

“Mattlaw will kill him.” Sax grinned when
James’ comment finally registered. “If he’s running from her, then he’s a
little too interested.”

“Too interested and denying it too hard,”
James laughed as they left the office. “Watching him fall is going to be fun,
Sax. He’s a little too superior in his attitude toward the rest of us after our
marriages. We’re all cheering for her. She’s going to put a hurting on that boy
that will bring him to his knees and make him cry for mercy.”

That reminded Sax much too much of what
Marey was doing to him. Damned woman.

“He’s driving me crazy.” Marey stomped into
Ella’s house hours after the kitchen interlude, ignoring her grinning friend as
she made her way to the kitchen and the wine Ella kept in steady supply.

Hell, she was married to a Trojan, a
dominant, woman-sharing, sex-perverted male that likely made Ella as insane as
Sax was making her at the moment.

“He’s a sweetheart, Marey,” she laughed as
she came behind her, moving to slide two wineglasses from their position under
the cabinet and set them on the work island.

A sweetheart. Yeah, he was a sweetheart all
right, and he was making her fucking crazy proving it. Keeping an eye on her,
checking the house all the time, calling to make certain she was okay. The
sound of his voice, that deep baritone, rasping over her senses, had nearly
been her undoing several nights in a row.

“You should know,” Marey finally snorted
mockingly. “Wasn’t he James’ little buddy that first time?”

Ella cleared her throat, a light flush
working over her cheeks at Marey’s reply.

“If I had known you—”

“Oh, shut up.” Marey waved the small
guilt-ridden sentence away. “I don’t have a problem with it. I just need
solutions here. How do I get rid of him?”

She poured a half glass of wine, considered
the amount then filled the glass. She needed definite liquid courage here. She
smacked the bottle to the counter, lifted the glass and took a healthy swallow.
She needed the strength right now, not to mention the balm to her nerves. The
balm to her nerves was a definite must-have.

“Wine is for sipping, whisky is for
swilling,” Ella said mildly, watching her warily. “So why don’t you care if I
fucked Sax?”

Marey was in the process of sitting her
glass back down. She paused, glanced at her friend and lifted it for another
healthy swallow. Ella’s timing sucked.

“Just don’t let it happen again,” she
muttered as she refilled the glass moments later. “I might not be so forgiving
now.”

That was an understatement. She would be
damned pissed, but she knew that Ella would never consider it after suspecting
the feelings Marey had for him. Marey could confidently pat herself on the back
that she had hidden her feelings for the man from even her closest friends.
Ella had no idea until several weeks after she returned from her honeymoon.
During one of Marey’s late-night let’s-consume-a-bottle-of-wine visits, Ella
had revealed that Sax had been the third in the Trojan ménage James had set up.

Marey flushed uncomfortably at the memory
of what she said in reply.

Touch him again and I’ll rip your
tonsils out!
she had informed her friend haughtily.
James wouldn’t find you near as attractive then.

She sighed wearily. She had fucked herself
there. Ella had tried to throw her in Sax’s company ever since.

“But you don’t want him?” Ella lifted a
perfectly shaped brow with mocking inquiry.

“Don’t start lecturing me, Ella,” she
snapped, pushing her fingers restlessly through her hair and wishing she had
taken the time to confine the long, blonde strands to a braid or something.
Anything to keep it out of her face. It was aggravating her, and she didn’t
need the additional frustration.

“Who’s lecturing you?” Ella shrugged as she
poured a half glass of wine, refilled Marey’s then picked up her glass and
gestured to the living room. “Let’s at least argue in comfort. Why do you
always have to come here looking for a fight? I have better things to do than
fight with my friends.”

Yeah. Like fuck James Wyman with Saxon
Brogan as a third in a ménage that made Marey crazy to think about. Not that
the past exploits bothered her. Ella was her friend—more like a sister—and
really, if she had to share a man in such a situation, then it would be Ella
she would choose, she thought whimsically.

Damn, that wine must strong.

Sighing, she plopped down in her favorite
leather chair, wiggled a bit and then cast Ella an accusing stare.

“James has been sitting in my chair,” she
sniped. “He’s messing it up.”

She watched Ella smother her chuckle. No
one was taking her seriously anymore.

“Well, sometimes, we share it.” Ella
wiggled her eyebrows suggestively as Marey gaped back at her.

“Eww.” She jumped from the chair. “You
fucked in my chair?”

“Well, I cleaned it later.” Ella was
definitely laughing now. “Don’t worry, there’s no evidence left of the event.”

Marey shuddered and moved to the less
comfortable recliner. “Have you fucked here too?”

“Honey, every square inch of this house has
seen action this year.” Ella leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with
laughter as Marey grimaced in distaste.

“I guess even the floor is grotty,” she
sighed as she collapsed back in her favorite chair. Dammit, she didn’t want to
think about sex right now. Didn’t want to hear about it or know about it.

“Yup, even the floor is grotty,” Ella
laughed at the description. “Now tell me, why would it bother you if I fucked
Sax now, if it didn’t bother you before?”

Marey shot her an evil look. She deserved
it. She was so damned confident and sexually wicked now that she should be
burned at the stake.

“Women like you were stoned a hundred years
ago, Ella,” she reminded her with aloof distain.

“That was two hundred years ago, dear,”
Ella pointed out, toasting her with her glass. “Aren’t you glad we were born
during a much more sexually aware time?”

“You do not want me to answer that right
now,” she sighed wearily, staring back at her friend with a mixture of
irritation and fondness.

“Answer me, Marey,” Ella demanded softly.
“I won’t leave you alone until you do.”

Marey sighed in resignation. “Hell, I don’t
know. Maybe I’m just as perverted as the rest of you.” Ella shot her a
disapproving look. One Marey ignored, just as she always had.

What the hell was she supposed to say? That
jealousy just didn’t come into it? She was smarter than that. Friends lasted
forever, men didn’t. Besides, she knew that Ella would have never let Saxon
touch her if she had known Marey was even the least bit interested in him.
Being angry over it now was nothing short of ludicrous.

“Then what is your problem?” Ella lifted
her glass, sipping at her wine as she watched her with those probing blue eyes
of hers.

Ella had always seen too much. She had
known when Vince was abusing her, when she had taken enough and was preparing
to leave, when she began to fear for her safety because of his threats. They
had known each other for years, their parents had been best friends, and
despite their age difference, they had always been close. That bond of
friendship had only strengthened as they became adults.

“Ella, you have to make James talk to him.”
Marey finished off her wine before leaning forward and extending the glass for
Ella to refill. “He’s making me insane. He calls. Checks the house every night.
And this morning, he had the nerve to show up demanding breakfast. He’s trying
to take over.”

“I see…” Ella nodded somberly. “This would
be a problem.”

“It’s horrible,” Marey snapped, furious at
the gleam of laughter in Ella’s eyes. “I don’t want him there. James is going
to have to talk to him.”

“Vince made bail the other day, didn’t he,
Marey?” Ella said then, her voice gentle, but knowing.

Marey leaned back in her chair, lowering
her head to stare into the pale liquid that filled her glass.

Yes, Vince had made bail.

“That has nothing to do with it,” she
whispered. “I’m not a coward, Ella.”

But she was. She could feel that knowledge
crawling through her mind, mocking her with the sterile, lonely life she led.

“I never thought you were a coward, honey,”
Ella sighed. “Just frightened. And I never blamed you for that. But you have to
fight back sometime.”

Marey avoided her gaze, shaking her head as
she swallowed past the lump in her throat.

“He would go after Sax,” she finally
whispered. “Not me.”

And she couldn’t bear the thought of that.

“And Sax is man enough to rip his face
off,” Ella snorted. “Come on, Marey. Vince only whips on people who are smaller
than he is and you know it. Sax would grind that little bastard into dust.”

“Or Vince would hurt someone else, and
frame him again,” Marey snapped. “Or do something to cause his brakes to fail,
or any number of things that could end up destroying him. Dammit, Ella.” She
stared back at her miserably. “I can’t let that happen. Can’t you see that?”