Stay With Me (7 page)

He pulled on a pair of shorts then walked over to Rhys and shook him awake.

“You look like hell, man,” Logan said in amusement.

“Gee thanks,” Rhys said around a yawn.

“Look, I wanted to say thanks for yesterday.”

Rhys sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. “Not a problem.”

“I’d like to return the favor this morning. I need to make phone calls so we can kick-start this vacation. I know we were supposed to all have breakfast together, but why don’t I leave you with Catherine, and I’ll catch up to you later on the beach.”

Rhys nodded and looked over at the bed. Longing flickered in his eyes.

“I’ll hop in the shower and be out of here in ten minutes,” Logan promised.

Rhys hauled himself up and headed for the bed. He crawled up next to Catherine and pulled her into his arms.

She muttered a sleepy “Rhys”, and Logan smiled. He felt lighter today. He felt hope. The mind-numbing panic was, for the moment, gone.

He and Rhys were getting another chance, and he was determined they wouldn’t fuck it up.

Catherine woke to Rhys’ lips pressing tender kisses over her shoulder.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he murmured.

She turned over and cuddled into his chest. “Where were you?” she asked.

“I was here. I slept on the couch. Miss me?”

She put her hand to his chest, content to touch him. “Very much. Where’s Logan?”

“He’s making phone calls.”

She stiffened, and Rhys cupped her chin, forcing her gaze upward. “It’s not what you think, Cat. When we flew down here, we weren’t sure if we’d find you or if you were even here. We left abruptly, and no one knows where the hell we are. He needs to smooth some things with the company and make it so we can spend the rest of our vacation here with you.”

Shame crowded her mind. “I’m sorry. I know I’m oversensitive. I don’t expect you to drop everything.”

“No, but you should be able to expect our attention. Our love and our regard. From now on, you’ll have those things. I swear it.”

She smiled and reached up to kiss him. “So is it just you and me for breakfast?”

“Hmm, well I know what I want,” he murmured.

She gasped as he began to make his way down her body with those sinful lips. When he reached her belly, she felt a flutter, a warm sensation as he kissed where his child was cradled.

She should tell them now. No, the announcement hadn’t gone the way she’d planned, but that was the way the cookie crumbled sometimes. But then again, if she told them now, it would change the entire dynamic of their vacation.

Ten more days wouldn’t matter, and then she could give them the two EPT sticks she’d wrapped for their anniversary present as soon as they returned home.

She smiled as she imagined their reactions. And then they could spend the evening making love as they dreamed about the future.

Rhys rolled over her and situated himself between her legs as he pressed a kiss to her navel. Then he worked lower, spreading her thighs as he moved down.

She held her breath as his finger gently delved between her folds, parting the delicate skin. His warm breath blew over the highly sensitized flesh, and then his tongue rasped over her clitoris.

“Rhys!”

He chuckled and continued to nuzzle her. Each brush of his tongue sent a shockwave through her belly. Her pussy clenched and she strained upward, wanting more.

“I’m going to make you come,” he growled. “All over my mouth. I want to taste it.”

She shuddered and closed her eyes. She reached up to grasp the headboard, holding tight as she writhed beneath him. His hands slid underneath her ass, cupping the globes as he raised her to his mouth.

His tongue plunged deep, warm and wet, rough and yet exquisitely tender. Her legs fell open wider, and he sucked her straining clit between his teeth.

“Come for me, love.” He flicked his teeth over her clit, barely grazing the peak, but it sent spasms racing straight to her core.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I need you so much, Rhys.”

His mouth, whisper-sweet, soft and fluttering, pressed against her quivering flesh. He kissed her, just one gentle kiss.

She shattered, there in his arms, against his mouth. A sob spilled from her lips. The ceiling blurred, and she closed her eyes as sweet bliss descended, filling her, lifting her high then floating downward like a leaf riding the wind.

Her hands left the headboard, and she reached blindly down, wanting to touch him, to connect. He moved up her body, pulling her close then sweeping down to claim her lips.

“I love you too, Cat, and I’m never letting you go.”

He rolled to the side, bringing her with him. He tucked her head under his chin as she nestled into his body. It felt so good to be back in his arms.

“Let’s shower together then go eat breakfast,” Rhys murmured close to her ear. “Logan said he’d meet us on the beach.”

“That means I have to move,” she said on a blissful sigh. “I don’t want to move.”

He chuckled and stroked a hand through her hair. “I’d love nothing better than to keep you naked and in bed all day, but you need to eat. I don’t want any more episodes like last night. While we’re here, Logan and I are going to take very good care of you, which means you’ll eat and sleep well.”

She smiled and turned her face up to his. “I love you,” she repeated, because she just couldn’t say it enough.

He leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “And I love you. Now let’s go get cleaned up. I’m starving.”

The last week had been nothing short of magical as he and Rhys had done everything they could to put back together their tattered relationship with their wife. She was smiling again, and lightness reflected in her eyes.

They teased and played, and it brought back the old days with startling clarity. Catherine had been right. They had been happier then. Even with nothing. They’d had each other, and he and Rhys had damn sure had her love.

It was humbling that his quest to make it big, to provide for Catherine, to be a success, had nearly brought him his greatest failure.

She ran for him, Rhys chasing behind her. He grinned as she launched herself into his arms.

Logan gathered her close and whirled her around, placing his back between her and Rhys.

“This is a switch,” he said with a laugh. “Usually it’s you running for Rhys.”

She shrieked when Rhys ducked around him and made a grab for her waist. Logan hoisted her over his shoulder and playfully shoved at Rhys.

He headed for the water, his hand cupped possessively over her ass.

“Logan, no!” she exclaimed when she figured out his intent. “Rhys, help!”

Rhys died laughing. “Oh, now you want my help. Weren’t you running from me a minute ago? Sorry, sweetheart. You’re on your own.”

Logan smacked her on the behind and waded into the water. She wiggled and squirmed as she tried to extricate herself from his grip. Finally she stopped fighting and started pleading.

“I can’t believe you’d be so mean,” she said in exasperation. “I ran to you for help!”

He allowed her body to slide down his until her lips were in line with his own, but still he held her, her toes just dipping into the surf. He waded deeper as he kissed her.

“Yes, you did, and I helped. Do you see Rhys anywhere?”

“Beast,” she muttered.

He nipped at her bottom lip just before he launched himself forward like a tree toppling in the forest. They landed in the water, his arms curled protectively around her body.

She came up with him, sputtering for air, her frown murderous even as laughter gleamed in her eyes.

“Oh darn, now we both need a shower,” he said innocently.

She wiped her hair from her eyes then laughed. “You are so pathetic.”

“No, I just really, really love what you do to me in the shower.” He nearly groaned when his entire body tightened.

“Well, you’re carrying me back, because I’m not getting all that sand caked on my wet body.”

He reached down and plucked her out of the water. She landed with a thump against his chest, and he grinned down at her. “I think Rhys has a good idea what I’m up to. Seems he’s disappeared. Maybe he’s warming up the shower.”

“And maybe he wants what you’ve been getting,” she said in a teasing voice.

“Oh, there’s no doubt about that, baby. He’d be a damn fool not to.”

Logan picked up his pace, hurrying across the sand and to the pathway leading to the hotel. The little tease had taken to joining him in the shower and giving certain portions of his anatomy very personal attention. It almost made him want to start taking three or four a day for that very reason.

He also made it a point to pay her back in very creative fashion.

A few minutes later, he burst into their suite, and sure enough, the shower was running. Only Rhys, the bastard, was already in it. He started to turn and go into the other bathroom with Catherine, but she grinned and slid out of his arms.

She leaned up on tiptoe to kiss him. “Give me five minutes. Poor Rhys is probably feeling neglected. He’ll be out shortly and then you can come wash me.”

She sashayed toward the shower, her ass swaying, that tiny little string of her thong rubbing erotically between those delectable cheeks.

“Goddamn Rhys,” he groaned as his cock grew even harder.

Catherine opened the shower door to find Rhys standing under the spray, eyes closed, his hand curled around his engorged cock.

“Expecting me?” she asked huskily.

He opened his eyes and stared at her, lust tightening his features. She stepped forward, leaving the stall open so Logan could see the two of them and anticipate the fact that he was next.

There was a degree of naughtiness in what she planned. The idea of sucking off both men in the shower filled her with evil glee. But more enticing than that was the knowledge of what they’d do to her afterwards.

When Rhys reached to turn off the water, she put a hand on his wrist.

“Leave it,” she murmured.

She stripped off her bikini then shook out her hair before ducking her head under the spray. Knowing that both men were watching her, she ran her hands seductively up her body, over her curves. Her breasts, taut and aching, felt heavy in her palms.

They tingled as she slowly caressed and teased the nipples until they puckered and stood painfully erect.

Rhys groaned and curled his hand around his cock, the head dark and swollen above his fist. As he watched her, he stroked until he was hard and straining.

She placed her hands on his chest, loving the feel of all that masculine muscle and hair-roughened skin. Her fingers glided easily over the surface, clinging to all the dips and valleys.

She followed the wet, dark trail of hair down to his navel, lowering herself as she went. When her knees met the bottom of the shower, the tile hard and cool against her skin, she moved his hand from his cock and replaced it with her own.

Squeezing lightly, she worked her hand up and down the length. She loved the feel of him. Firm. Thick. Delicious.

Rising up, she eased the blunt crown past her lips, pausing to lick a circle around the rim. She explored the difference in textures, from the velvety softness of the foreskin, to the slightly rougher feel of the head.

She licked at the vertical slit, smiling when he flinched and moaned. Finally, she took mercy and swallowed him deep.

His hands flew to her head, holding her as he rocked up on his toes.

She let him take over. Let him fuck her mouth. She loved that about him and Logan both. They were never afraid to take what they wanted.

Her hands fell away as his thrusts became more urgent. She braced herself against his muscled thighs and let fingers wander down his legs then back up again, around to his firm ass that coiled and flexed with each forward motion.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to allow him to slide deeper into her throat.

“Oh yeah,” Logan growled from across the bathroom.

She tried to turn her head to see him, knowing he was watching, but Rhys yanked her chin back with his hand.

“Oh no, Cat. Right now you and that pretty mouth are all mine. Logan’s just going to have to wait his turn.”

She shivered at the raw ownership in his voice. She also knew the impact it would have on Logan. He would be more turned on. More eager to possess her.

Rhys’ hand curled underneath her jaw and forced it upward, angling her to take him even deeper. He slid all the way in and held himself there as she sucked in air through her nose.

“Beautiful,” he said with a growl. “I love the way your lips look stretched around my dick.” He pulled back, allowing the tip to dance over her tongue before rocking forward again.

“Stick your tongue out, Cat. That’s it,” he said as he slid out. “Use your hand. Make me come all over your tongue.”

“Shit,” Logan breathed.

She curled her fingers around the thick base of his cock and worked it up and down. She rocked up on her knees to give herself a better position.

He touched her face, glanced his fingers over her ears and to the back of her head in eager desperation. His movements became more erratic, and his cock jerked and pulsed in her hand.

The first hot rope splashed onto her tongue quickly followed by another and then another. It hit the back of her throat, some falling forward onto her tongue then running over her lips, and some going down as she swallowed.

Her movements became more gentle, and she licked at the crown as the last of his come erupted into her mouth.

Almost before Rhys could step away, Logan moved in, his movements urgent. He was hard and straining, and Catherine knew he was already close to orgasm.

She stared up at him, knowing he was hugely turned on by watching another man fuck her mouth, by seeing the evidence on her lips and tongue. She let the remainder of Rhys’ come slide over her lips then licked over her mouth to remove it.

“God,” Logan whispered.

He grasped her jaw and held her firm as he impatiently thrust into her mouth. There was no finesse to his movements but rather the hard urgency of a man pushed way beyond his limit.

He reached down, grasped her arms in his hands and hauled her back until her head bumped against the wall of the shower. Both hands framing her face, he positioned her and then thrust deep.

The water stopped, and Catherine dimly registered that Rhys had turned it off. But he didn’t leave, which surprised her. Logan was much more of a voyeur than Rhys.

A blowjob didn’t adequately describe what she was doing. But then
she
wasn’t doing anything. Logan was fucking her mouth as hard and as ruthlessly as he fucked her pussy. Long, deep strokes, filling her until he stole her breath.

His fingers dug into her skull, scraped through her hair, and his harsh breathing echoed off the marble walls.

There was no warning, no slow work-up to his release. He exploded in her mouth. Warm fluid splashed onto her tongue, and she was forced to swallow it all as he pumped harder and faster.

His agonized groan filled her ears even as he filled her mouth.

Then his thrusts became slower and more gentle. His hands relaxed against her head, and with a shudder, he finally pulled away.

Two sets of hands reached for her, cupping her elbows and helping her to her feet. She wobbled between them, faltering to put one foot in front of the other.

“Easy, love,” Rhys soothed as he helped her out of the shower.

She shivered, and Logan quickly wrapped a towel around her. She clutched at the ends as the two men dried themselves with quick swipes of their towels. Then they turned their attention back on her.

Caught between them, she sighed in contentment as Logan dried her hair, and Rhys ran the other towel down her body, absorbing every droplet of water from her skin.

He ventured close to her pussy, and she trembled. On edge. Sharp and wanting. It was the only way to describe the tension coiling through her veins. She needed to come. Wanted it badly.

“We’re going to take turns fucking you, baby,” Logan whispered silkily in her ear. “Long and hard until you beg for mercy. Then we’re going to fuck you together.”

Her knees buckled, and she had to grab for Rhys’ shoulder to steady herself.

Rhys took her wrist and pulled her until she fell against him. He wrapped his arms around her, hoisted her up until she was eye-level with him and kissed her hard and long.

Never taking his mouth from hers, he took off for the bedroom, her dangling legs bumping against his.

When he reached the bed, he lowered her to the mattress. Not giving her any time to adjust or react, he reached down, spread her legs and dove into her, filling her in one heated thrust.

Her nerve endings short-circuited. It was as though someone set off an entire package of firecrackers in her groin.

Hard and fast he rode her, rocking endlessly against her hips. His weight pressed her into the bed, and not an inch of her flesh was left uncovered by his.

Flush against each other, heated and only getting hotter, their bodies undulated in perfect rhythm. His mouth worked over her neck, ravenous, carnal and utterly demanding. He nipped and bit, sucked and licked, and still he fucked her harder.

She gasped for air. Her lungs screamed. Her body screamed louder, demanding release.

Harsh, almost angry, her orgasm rose, tearing through her abdomen with savage intensity. She threw her arms around Rhys and yelled his name hoarsely.

Her body was still alive with sharp tingles when Rhys rolled off her. Logan was over her immediately, thrusting inside her.

She was sensitive, too sensitive, and each thrust sent a shaft of nearly painful pleasure rocketing through her pussy. Instead of lying over her as Rhys had done, Logan dragged her body until her ass rested on the edge of the bed.

He curled his arms around her knees, spreading her wide to receive him. Rhys climbed onto the bed beside her, his cock in his hand.

“Over here, Cat,” he said, tapping her jaw with his free hand.

She turned her head so that her cheek rested against the mattress and Rhys had easy access to her mouth. With no preliminaries, he thrust inside as Logan continued to pound into her pussy.

A ragged moan worked from deep inside her chest, fluttering around Rhys’ cock and escaping her lips in a long, sensual breath.