Forever (2 page)

His cockhead was now fully inside her and he pushed deeper still. Once he was all the way in, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight to him. He eased their bodies around and perched against a tall stool he must have brought in earlier from the kitchen. He lifted her legs until her knees rested on his thighs, her legs spread wide.

The feel of his enormous cock inside her felt incredible. She gazed at Storm, who’d been watching them, his cock at full attention, and she longed to feel him inside her, too.

“Now’s the time to fulfill her fantasy, Rafe.”

The turbulent expression on Storm’s face seemed to conflict with the glint of lust in his eyes. He strode toward her, his hand wrapping around his cock, then he pressed it to her opening and thrust forward. She gasped at the feel of his huge erection driving into her.

“Do you like that?” Storm demanded, almost savagely.

The intense sensation of being sandwiched between their two hot, muscular bodies, and filled by their two huge cocks sent her senses reeling. It was strange and exciting and extremely wild.

“Oh, yes, sir.”

Storm’s eyes grew darker still and he cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue driving into her with power and authority. He released her mouth, his expression fierce, and he grasped her hips and thrust forward, driving Dane’s cock further into her, too.

She cried out at the intense pleasure of both cocks filling her so deeply.

Dane grabbed her hair and coiled it around his hand, pulling her head back against his shoulder. “Do you like both our cocks inside you?”

“Oh, God, yes, Mr. Ranier.”

“You heard her, Brother. Now fuck her hard.”

Storm thrust forward and she gasped. Wild sensations rippled along her nerve endings. The two men found a rhythm, Storm driving forward, Dane thrusting upward. Her arms wrapped around Storm and she clung to him as pleasure swept through her, higher and higher with each thrust of their bodies.

“Oh, yes.” After uttering the tremulous words, she whimpered, her whole body trembling.

Both cocks drove deep again and she cried out.

“Please … Oh, God, I’m so close.”

Pleasure spiraled and she felt faint yet enlivened. Surely she would soon implode.

Storm’s fingers stroked her face and her eyelids popped open. His lips grazed her cheek.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured.

His cock filled her, moving in rhythm with Dane’s and pleasure exploded through her. She wailed as her body burst into pure sensation, ecstasy vibrating through her entire being.

“That’s right.” Storm’s fingers glided along her cheek as his cock drove in and out.

Her wail intensified to a shriek of pure delight.

Dane groaned and arched upward, his cock drilling deep before hot liquid filled her. Then Storm’s powerful body jerked forward and his cock pulsed inside her and then erupted. She squeezed him as his hot seed flooded her insides. His mouth captured hers as his body continued to shudder against her.

Finally, Rafe drew back, his dark gaze locked on her face. “Was that worthy of your fantasy?”

She smiled. “Totally blew it out of the water.”

*   *   *

Jessica awoke to darkness. She stroked her hand along the strong back she leaned against. Dane. After the incredible sexual adventure she’d shared with both Dane and Storm, the three of them had wound up on Dane’s bed and fallen asleep. She rolled onto her back and reached for Storm … but he wasn’t there.

She lifted her head and glanced around. He wasn’t in the room. She slipped from the bed and walked to the dresser where Dane had piled their clothes. She found one of Dane’s shirts and pulled it on, then fastened several buttons, loving the feel of the fine silk against her body. She opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall.

There were no lights on, but the moonlight silhouetted Storm sitting on the living room couch, nursing a drink. He wore his faded jeans, but no shirt. She turned on a table lamp and he glanced at her.

“Hi,” she said softly.

He just nodded. She sat down on the chair and leaned toward him.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head and shrugged, then took another drink. She eased onto the couch beside him and took his hand.

“Tell me,” she insisted softly.

His blue gaze turned on her, and she could see the turmoil plaguing him.

“Is that really what you like?” Rafe demanded. “Being ordered around?”

She shrugged, trying to make light of it. “Yeah. It’s sexy to be dominated by a strong man. But it’s all just a role.”

“Is it?” he demanded. He pushed himself to his feet, drink still in his hand, and paced. “And what about the
punishment?
That seemed real enough.” He stopped walking and tipped back his drink, then his gaze pierced her. “Do you like pain?”

“No, it’s not that. When Dane smacks me, it’s not all that hard. It’s more stimulating than painful. My skin gets all tingly and sensitive. Then he strokes it and … I don’t know. It’s just exciting.”

His eyes narrowed. “So you’d like it if I dominated you?”

Her heartbeat fluttered and she nodded.

He set his drink on the table and stepped toward her, then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. His lips met hers in a hard, demanding kiss. His arm wrapped around her waist and he crushed her body to his as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue. She could taste Scotch. Her breathing became labored as excitement rushed through her.

Then he released her.

“Strip off your fucking clothes,” he demanded.

She fumbled with the top button, but finally got it released, then gasped as Storm impatiently tore open the shirt. He pushed it from her shoulders and stared at her naked breasts. The nipples immediately peaked.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, then marched her around the couch. “And I want to fuck you so bad.”

He pushed her forward to lean over the back of the couch and she grasped the upholstery to steady herself. She heard a zipper, then his jeans hit the floor with a
thunk.

“I’m going to fuck you now. How do I command that?
Be
fucked?”

Clearly, he’d had a little too much to drink, but she could feel that his big cock was hard and ready to go as he pressed it between her thighs, and stroked her slick flesh.

“You are fucking wet, so obviously this is turning you on.” He pressed his cockhead to her opening.

She gasped as he drove in hard and deep.

“Fuck, you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she assured and squeezed him inside her. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

“Yeah? Tell me more. Like when you’re being a slave.”

He drew back and thrust again.

“Yes, Mr. Ranier. Please fuck me hard.”

He drew back and smacked her ass. “Don’t fucking call me
Mr. Ranier.
” He drove into her, then drew back and smacked again. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He thrust and smacked, then again. His strikes were harder than Dane’s and her ass was burning with heat.

He thrust faster and harder, and with every thrust, he smacked her ass, alternating sides. Her ass burned painfully, but her pleasure rose as his cock stroked her passage. She squeezed him and he groaned, then shuddered against her as his cock exploded inside her.

His arm curled around her waist as he leaned against her back, holding her close to him. She could smell the Scotch on his breath as he pressed his face into her hair.

Finally, he eased back, then stiffened.

“Ah, fuck.” His fingertips stroked over her stinging ass. “I’m an asshole. Look what I’ve done.”

She turned around and at the sight of his pained expression, she stroked his cheek. “No, sweetheart, it’s okay. I liked it.”

“You ass is dark red. Clearly, I hurt you,” he insisted.

It had hurt a little more than she liked, but that didn’t matter. She’d still enjoyed it.

“It’s all right.” She stroked his whisker-roughened cheek again and smiled. “It was really sexy.”

He dragged her against him and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth gently this time. She responded with light sweeps of her tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Jess. I never want to hurt you again.” In his eyes, she could see that he didn’t just mean the spanking.

She stroked his tousled hair from his eyes. “I know, sweetheart.” She kissed his neck. “I know.”

He kissed her again with passion. “I love you, Jess.”

“Me, too.” She sighed and snuggled in his arms, sleep threatening to overcome her. She smiled and took his hand.

“Come back to bed. Sleep with me.”

He followed her to the bedroom and climbed in bed behind her, draping his arm around her waist. Thankfully, Dane was still asleep.

*   *   *

Dane lay quietly in the bed as Jessica led Rafe into the room, then climbed into bed behind him. He hoped she wouldn’t notice his rapid heartbeat.

Dane had seen the whole thing in the living room. He’d heard Jessica leave the room and he’d glanced around to see that Rafe was gone, too. He’d silently followed her into the living room in time to see her coax Rafe to talk about what had happened between the three of them. Dane had stayed in the shadows, not wanting to disturb them. He should have come back to bed, but he’d needed to know what Rafe’s feelings were. How he had coped with the dominance. And especially the punishment.

With Rafe’s history with Dad—with the beatings—Dane really didn’t know if it had been a good idea or not to punish Jessica in front of him. He’d hoped it would be, to help Rafe get past his own traumas.

Seeing his brother on the couch, clearly a little drunk, his heart had sunk, believing he’d done him a disservice, but Jessica had masterfully handled the situation with her loving encouragement. When Rafe had actually punished Jessica with harsh blows to her ass, Dane had had to stop himself from coming to Jessica’s rescue. But he was sure that if she had told Rafe to stop, he would have. So Dane had just watched, letting the scene play out.

He knew the blows must have hurt her, but she’d taken them stoically. Then Rafe had apologized, and they’d shared a tender moment. Dane’s heart ached at the memory. Rafe loved Jessica, that was so clear.

Dane loved Jessica, too, and ordinarily he would have let nothing stand in the way of possessing her, but it was also clear that Jessica loved Rafe. And she was good for him. With her by his side, Dane believed that his brother might finally get past their father’s brutal treatment of him and maybe even come to accept himself for the wonderful human being he was.

Damn it, he knew in his heart that Rafe and Jessica should be together.

*   *   *

Dane woke up with Jessica pressed tight against his back, her naked breasts warm and delightfully soft against him. His groin tightened. If he lay here for another few moments, he would wind up rolling her over and gliding his rising cock into her.

And he didn’t want to do that.

Right now, he needed distance, and time to think.

He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. A quick glance across the bed told him Rafe had already left.

Smart. Neither one of them wanted a face-to-face this morning.

Dane grabbed a set of clothes and headed to the guest room so he could shower and dress without waking Jessica. Fifteen minutes later, he left a note for her on the kitchen counter, then headed down to the lobby. The limo was waiting for him when he stepped outside.

As the driver negotiated the morning traffic, Dane’s thoughts turned to Jessica, his heart aching at the thought of losing her. Jessica had told Dane early on that she didn’t want a romantic relationship, because she didn’t want to be hurt again. Because Rafe had hurt her badly when he’d left her. That was why she’d hesitated to accept Rafe’s marriage proposal once he’d returned, or even commit to a romantic relationship with Rafe.

Even after last night, Dane was worried that she might use her relationship with him to avoid moving forward with Rafe.

The limo pulled up in front of his building and he went inside and rode the crowded elevator to the executive floor. When the doors opened, he noticed Melanie sitting at her desk. It was early for her to be here.

“Good morning, Melanie,” he said as he walked by her desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Ranier.”

He went into his office and closed the door, then started up his computer, intent on keeping his mind busy. He’d just opened his e-mail when he heard a tap on the door. He frowned. Melanie never interrupted him when his door was closed.

“Come in,” he said.

The door opened and Melanie peeked inside. “I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Ranier, but…” She hesitated and drew in a breath. “May I talk to you for a moment?”

He glanced at the clock on his computer screen. He had an hour before his first meeting.

“Of course. Come in.”

She closed the door and walked across the room, clearly nervous, then sat in the guest chair facing his desk.

“I know you’re not going to want to hear this, but…”

*   *   *

Jessica awoke to bright sunshine across her face. She murmured, unwilling to open her eyes yet, still captivated by sexy images of last night’s exhilarating activities. Her body felt well used and sensitive, but heat coiled through her at the memories of the way she had used, and been used by, her two sexy lovers last night.

She opened her eyes, expecting to see Dane lying by her side. But he was gone. She rolled over. Storm was gone, too.

She glanced at the clock. Damn, it was after nine o’clock. She was late for work.

She pushed herself to her feet and raced to the shower. Twenty minutes later, she trotted into the kitchen, the aroma of coffee encouraging. There was half a pot in the coffeemaker, so she poured herself a cup and, spotting a note on the counter, sat on one of the stools and sipped her coffee while she read it.

It was from Dane, telling her the limo would be waiting for her whenever she was ready.

She knew she should hurry, she was already quite late, but clearly Dane wouldn’t be angry with her. She rested her chin on her hand, staring at the note. Although she’d woken up in the warm, cozy bed still enamored of the previous night’s adventure, now sitting at this cold granite counter facing a note from one of the men who’d fled her bed, she felt a shiver crawl the length of her spine.