Authors: Jenna Castille
“Nope, long as you don’t keep me hanging.”
“Not a problem,” he replied, moving her legs so she straddled him, opening her to his every caress. “Not leaving you anywhere. You’re coming with me the entire way. And I do mean coming.”
“Wow, and I thought you were the romantic one.”
“Can be.” Tim smiled, licking a drop of water from her nipple and setting off a widening ripple of shivers sinking into her clutching womb. “Doesn’t me I can’t take it down and dirty. Actually I like it that way. Just ask Julian.”
Lisa rocked forward, running her slit over his hard, throbbing cock. “Maybe you can show me?”
“Oh baby, if you want a show you came to the right place.” He grabbed her wiggling ass, squeezing and rocking her forward. “I’m definitely a showman. Julian’s usually private but for you I’m sure he’d make an exception. Keep it in mind for tonight.”
“Planning on me being with you tonight, are we?” she gasped.
“Planning on being in you tonight. Maybe with Julian in me this time. Like the idea?”
Her heart tripped against her ribs as she imagined the erotic sight of Julian pounding Tim as Tim fucked her. Shit. “The idea has promise.”
Tim teased the entrance of her cunt with the firm head of his cock. “Then make it a promise.”
Lisa grabbed his shoulders for support, pushing down. But he only clicked his tongue and held her poised. God, the bastard. So close. He knew he had her so close. She’d never felt this hot, this needy before. At least not before she met these two men. Had to have him. She had to have him.
“Promise. Tonight. Anything you want. Pleassse.”
“Then take it, love,” he muttered, kissing her cheeks. “Take everything I’ve got. And remember you’ll always have more. More of me. More of him. For as long as you want. Just say the word and we’re there for you. Just say the word.”
“Stop talking and fuck me. Need you. Fuck me.”
Slowly, so slowly, he lowered her onto his massive throbbing cock. She squirmed. She whimpered. She clawed at his shoulders. Nothing worked. He wouldn’t move faster. Wouldn’t let her go. Wouldn’t let her ride him, ride him hard.
She needed it hard.
As if sensing that need he slammed into her, increasing his pace. “That what you want? Hard,” thrust, “and,” thrust, “deep?”
Lisa wailed, her head flying back as sensation overtook her. Too much. Every word, every movement flowed back on itself, lifting her higher. Closer to the edge.
Sensation. A surplus of sensation. Warm water rolling off her skin. Hot hands anchoring her into a pounding rhythm. The sounds of Tim’s pleasure flowing off his tongue like melted chocolate. The musky scent of man and sex tinting every breath she took. And the jagged shocks of pleasure each thrust gave, her clit rubbing against his skin as the head of his cock dragged across that spot deep in her womb that rolled her eyes back in her head.
Finally the erotic pressure reached the breaking point. Her entire body bowed in Tim’s arms, water splashing across her face as her orgasm crashed through her body. She screamed her pleasure as Tim’s cry burst from his lips.
She sagged into his arms, shaking with pent-up energy and emotion. “Shh, sweetheart,” Tim murmured as he held her close. He kept a tight hold as she eased her way back down from the heavens. “I’m here. You’re safe. You’re with me, in my arms. Where you belong.”
In that moment she believed him.
* * * * *
Three hours later a pleasantly tired and aching Lisa stumbled out into the condo hallway. Tiffany-style sconces bathed the hall in a warm glowing light, matching the soft glow filling her.
Tim waited outside for her. He wanted a private date, time alone like Julian had already gotten. Horizontal activities optional but highly desired.
Julian stayed, calling to make sure her security system was in place by that evening. She fingered the key he’d handed her on her way out. An open invitation to visit whenever she wanted to, no matter when or why.
A woman bumped into her on her way toward the elevator. Jet-black hair streamed down her back, set off by her red power suit. Lisa wrinkled her nose at the overpowering scent of waaay too much cheap perfume covering something else she couldn’t quite place. Something almost sweet masking something repulsive at the same time.
“Sorry,” Lisa said with a forced grin. “Long night. Wasn’t paying attention.”
The woman snorted, looking over her shoulder at Julian and Tim’s door. She rolled her dark eyes and sneered. “I just bet.”
Lisa blinked at the venom in the other woman’s voice.
Prejudiced much
?
“Excuse me?”
“Oh you know what I mean,” the woman answered with a humorless laugh, her blood-red lips twisting in a dark smirk. “Those two. You’re another one of their women. Go through them like tissue.”
“What?”
“Those two are the building’s sexual acrobats. The stories I could tell.” The other woman shook her head, eyeing Lisa, disdain dripping with each word. “Be interesting to know how much was true. Two at once or do they take turns?”
Lisa’s face heated. She shook as the woman’s words made impact on her morning afterglow. Eggs-over-easy twisted in her stomach. “That often, huh?” she whispered.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll have you over a few more times before they’re done. Most women last at least two weeks.” The woman pursed her puffy lips while considering her next words. “One even lasted a month and a half. Had her own key.”
Lisa gripped the cold metal of the key they’d given her. It bit into her flesh as she turned to the stairway. Tim would be waiting at the elevator. This close to the Strip she could catch a cab.
She never noticed the red glow of the other woman’s eyes as she planned her escape.
Chapter Nineteen
Lisa slammed her cup down on her coffee table hard enough to set the glass trembling under the blow as she glared at the small brass condo key.
Special
.
Only woman
.
Yeah
,
right
.
I fell for that one hook
,
line and sinker
.
Bastards
.
She snarled, puffing that annoying lock of hair out of her face again as she slouched down on her couch. She resisted the urge to kick the table.
But the memories refused to leave her in peace. Moments from the past teased her. Lying safe, surrounded in their secure embrace. Feeling their bodies heaving around her, beside her, in her. Pleasure crashing over her, wave after erotic wave. Her soul-deep loneliness fading, if only for a few precious hours, in the wake of their constant attention.
The shrill beep of her phone shook her from her reverie. Even with the machine turned down she knew it was them again. It had only been them calling since the moment she stepped through the door. Over and over, she’d lost count of how many times they’d called. She refused to pick up. She couldn’t face them. Not yet.
The fact they’d made no promises didn’t stop the stinging deep in her chest or the tears clawing at the back of her eyes. With every breath, every thought, she fought against that rise of tears. The cut ripped deep, an old wound gaping wide. How had she let them in so far, so fast?
A brisk knock at the door shook her from her thoughts. Sniffling, she dragged herself out of her cocoon. She peeked out the peephole at a man in a uniform with Triad Securities blazing across it. Not Julian. Not Tim.
“Miss Harrington?” he asked, glancing at his clipboard as she cracked open the door.
“Yes?”
“I’m here to put in your system.”
Lisa nodded, stepping back. She hadn’t expected Julian to still send the man, contract or no contract. At least he’d meant
something
he’d said to her. “Will this take long?”
“A few hours to get everything wired,” the man replied, glancing around her home. “You can go out if you want. If you leave your cell number I’ll call when I’m done.”
Lisa glanced at her watch. Janice should be off for lunch soon. A little venting time sounded good.
She gave the man her cell number and left him to work. She scurried to her car on the off chance Julian showed up to supervise.
* * * * *
Bright sunshine mocked Lisa’s mood. It should be raining, thunder and lightning punctuating the gloomy silence. Maybe even a gusting wind ripping through the city streets. A normal shady lunch at a passable café, Janice’s favorite, seemed…wrong.
Of course, everything seemed wrong to Lisa now.
“I think you’re overreacting,” Janice told her, disgust obvious in her voice.
Lisa stabbed at her salad, looking at the next table on the patio before answering in hushed tones. “Overreacting. I’m a link in a chain of one-night stands and worse, they lied to me about it.”
“Worse?” her friend asked, raising a single brow. Her bright locks danced around her head in the light cooling breeze, sunlight turning them into a rainbow-colored halo. But a stranger, more irate angel Lisa’d never seen.
“Yes, worse,” Lisa replied, feeling shame eating away at her pleasant memories, leaving only an empty shell, somehow more lonely for the brief reprieve. “I went into this with open eyes. I didn’t expect to have a relationship with two guys at once, not really. But then they started telling me how special I was and how they’d never done this before. And I fell for it, freaking fell for their crap. They made me go from feeling valued to feeling like an idiot. What could be worse than that?”
“Okay, put like that I can see your point. But can you trust what some strange woman said?” Janice asked, trying to be Lisa’s voice of reason. “Could be flat-out jealousy.”
“She didn’t seem jealous,” Lisa mumbled.
Rationalization
.
I
’
ve stooped to rationalization
,
grabbing at an excuse
,
any excuse
.
But why does hope that I could be wrong scare me as much as being made a fool
? “More like the building gossip.”
“Right, an attractive woman living next to two gorgeous men tells a complete stranger about their sexual history. She didn’t say she’d slept with them, right?”
“No,” Lisa pouted.
“Jealousy,” Janice stated with conviction before taking a huge bite out of her turkey croissant.
Lisa watched her friend swiping at crumbs and felt tiny rays of frightening hope. “I don’t know.”
“And you won’t find out sitting around here with me,” Janice snapped, actually glaring at her. “You’re acting like a coward, not the woman who stood up to her cheating abusive husband and told him where to stick it.”
But how could she face them? She’d walked out on them without a word. Refused to answer their calls.
I
’
m an idiot
. “You think I should talk to them. But how can I trust them?”
“How can you trust anyone?” Janice stared at Lisa, the sincerity in her steady gaze making her squirm. “How do you trust? You either do or you don’t. Your choice. All I can say is Julian seemed worth the risk to me and I suspect Tim to be worth it too. Now stop avoiding the real issue. You haven’t told me a thing about last night yet.”
Lisa closed her eyes, wrapping herself in memory. Warm skin. Wet mouths. The moment her lover slid into her body, filling it beyond measure while the other held her steady. Supporting the invasion. Rhythmic, pounding pleasure.
God damn, what a night.
“Shit,” Janice muttered. “That good, huh? I need to see if I can find a couple of guys willing to give it a whirl with me.”
Lisa grimaced. “I may know a couple if the woman was right.”
“Well, hell. Nice of you to test-drive them for me.”
Lisa stared at her friend.
“Come on. You can’t be taking me seriously. They must have shaken you more than I thought.” Janice patted Lisa’s hand, projecting comfort and easing some of Lisa’s strain. “I feel for you, I really do. I know you don’t let people in easy. Took me two years living next door to you in the dorms before you started letting me see the real you. And I’m not a closed kinda person.”