Uncut (Unexpected Book 4) (50 page)

The woman calls the shots. But I don’t tell her that she has us eating from her hand, wrapped around her pinky, and that both of us are willing to do whatever she desires.

“We’re all yours, Butterfly—for now,” he grunts as Thea kisses the tip of his cock. “The rest of the vacation we’re going to torture you, baby.”

He doesn’t have to tell her twice. She takes his cock in both hands, and begins to stroke him slowly. As I watch her, I’m having a hard time breathing. I want to touch him too. Lick him. My cock pulses against my shorts, begging for her touch, for his mouth, for release. Thea’s hands fasten her speed. Matt grunts, squeezing his eyes, grabbing onto the sheets.

“Fuck, Butterfly, I’m about to come. Stop,” he pleads.

My head is about to burst along with my cock as I watch her assault, her mouth sucking his balls. I reach inside my shorts and grab my hardening dick. Jerking it the same way she does with Matt.

Thea strokes him faster, putting her mouth on the tip of his head. “I want you to come,” she whispers.

Her voice vibrates through my body, my veins pumping blood mixed with desire. Matt groans as spurts of cum spray from his hard shaft, weakening my legs and taking all my restraint not to come in my pants.

“That was hot,” Thea says, pointing at me, a grin forming on her face. “I want to watch you doing the same to him, Matt. Maybe I’ll touch myself like he did.”

“We’re creating a kinky monster,” Matt says to me with a devious glint in his eye. He pulls her closer to him, kissing her mouth as his fingers touch her sex. “A sweet, kinky butterfly.”

Our dream vacation on a private island had to come to an end. The terrifying trip that came later wasn’t as bad as when we landed in Santa Barbara. Neither one has asked more about my past. But I’ve decided that soon I’ll be telling them who I am. There’s no way they’ll care, and I know it’s only the fear itself that holds me back. It’s been years; no one cares about me anymore. As I said to my shrink, it’s all in my head. My father no longer controls me.

The drive from the airport is about an hour, and when the large wooden doors open, I whistle. We’re in front of a gorgeous Italian villa, sprawled along the shoreline of Malibu. Natural stonewalls, tiled roof, and a beautiful bed of flowers on the perimeter of the property. The circular driveway is flanked by palms. As we enter the inside of the house, archways, exposed stone, and terracotta color palette surround me. The luxurious furniture needs a homey touch.

“This is stunning.” I’ve never been in love with a house, but this one is part of some European fairy tale, where I want to live my happily ever after.

Matt’s arm snakes around my waist, holding me tighter. Tristan stayed in the car giving instructions to the driver and meeting with the man who opened the door.

“Scott said that the luggage arrived yesterday,” Tristan says, entering the pristine white living room. “He placed them in the guest rooms, but we can put them all in the master bedroom later.”

“Is Scott your pool boy, Coop?” Matt teases him and my poor Coop flares at him. He’s like an adorable fire-breathing dragon.

“He’s my assistant, the guy who keeps everything working while I’m in Seattle, and he doesn’t know, Matthew.” Coop takes my hand pulling me out of Matt’s grasp and into his secure hold. “Do you like the house?”

“It’s dreamy,” I say against his neck while my hands skim under his shirt and start touching his rock-hard abs. “Can we use the pool?”

“Of course. This is your home, but you’ll have to do that with Matt. I have to work.” He sucks on my shoulder. “Feel free to do whatever you want, baby. I promise to be by the pool with you later today, maybe all night.”

“W
hat's going on, Mattie?” Thea leans closer to me and kisses my bare shoulder. “Do you need more sunscreen?”

Lounging around the pool while working is a great change of pace. There’s not one idiot suit popping into my office to claim I made some stupid mistake. My team and I are working perfectly through emails, and I have company. Thea is changing me in so many ways. I don't stay up as late to work, I wake up early . . . I have her in my bed every night. Well, we have Coop with us, too. They make me happy. I shut down my laptop, and pull her onto my lap.

“I’m working,” she snarls, hugging my neck. “Love Seattle, but the chilly winter over there is making me think that we should visit California more often.”

“This is your house, Butterfly.” Coop looks up from his computer. “We can live wherever you want.”

Her head drops on top of my chest and I hear a small whimper. “No, I can’t. Not here. That’s why I live in Seattle. Plus I have my patients there; don’t forget that, too.”

There are nights I’m tempted to google her image and see what I can find. Perhaps ask Mason to run a background check on her. But this relationship is about trust and handling what we’re ready to handle or to listen to.

“Who are you hiding from?” Coop is the one who dares to ask. “The police?”

“Nope. My parents,” she clarifies. “It’s complicated to explain exactly what’s going on, but soon I’ll do it. I just need to survive my time in California without worrying.” She snuggles her body closer to mine. “Let’s not think about that.”

I check the time and unfortunately I have to leave. As much as I’m trying to enjoy my girl, I have an interview I can’t avoid. “We’ll talk later, Butterfly, I have to go.”

“You’re going to L.A.?” Coop rises from his seat, taking her from my arms, and kissing her. “Me too. Let’s take one car. Will you be okay, Thea?”

“You shouldn’t worry about me. I have a lot of work.” She leans back pointing at the mess on her side of the table. “My jewelry orders have doubled. My website traffic is increasing. Not sure what I’m doing right, but this is good.”

Mason increased her online presence. He fidgeted with her site. A few convenient and minor adjustments that he didn’t explain, but worked like a charm.

“If you want to share a ride, you better hurry, Coop.” I take Thea back. “Want to share a shower with us?”

“Nah, I’m enjoying the sun, so you two have fun in the shower.” She grins and heads back to whatever it is she does with all those laces, small pieces of metal, and hooks.

We walk to the house, and he slides the glass door that opens to his bedroom. As we reach the bathroom, his dark eyes stare at me with a wicked gaze that makes my dick thicken. I match his grin, and take him in my arms while planting a hard, fast kiss on him. His tongue is wet, hard, just like his throbbing dick. My hands roam up and down his naked back, then lower his swim suit releasing his shaft.

“The shower,” he says against my lips. “You have a meeting, and I have an interview to get to.”

I yank him into the next room, starting the shower and searching for the usual stuff. Condoms, lubricant, and . . . the man has a few toys in a well-organized drawer. Spending almost two weeks in his house was a great idea to catch up with work while enjoying each other, but once again, we’re hiding. At least in Seattle he pretends to be close to us. Here he has introduced us as his friends.

“This is fun, Coop, but your time is almost up.” I pin him against the shower wall. Our eyes connect. “We are only keeping it under wraps for a few months, Tristan. I don’t want us to be your dirty little secret anymore. I won’t allow it, nor will I be the guy behind the scenes while you have a beautiful girlfriend—who happens to be mine, too.”

He tosses his head to the mosaics, and his eyes drift close as he growls, “I’m fucking working on it, babe. Give me time. I wouldn’t do that to either one of you. I love you, Matt,” he whispers, dropping to his knees.

I moan as he takes me into his mouth; I grip his hair to support my trembling knees. His dark gaze connects with mine. It grows heavy as his mouth swallows me whole. My head jerks back as he grasps my ass tight.
Fuck, I’m going to come.
I look down as my dick disappears inside his mouth.

In. And. Out.

I’m nearly falling over the edge. No one has ever sucked me with such force and tenderness. His hands run up and down my back, lovingly caressing my spine. My balls tighten needing release. Coop’s mouth slows down, his tongue swirling around my cock. He kisses the head and then sucks my balls.

I feel my balls tighten up, right before my release spills into his waiting mouth. “Fuck, Tristan, yes.” Coop swallows me and lifts his gaze, his eyes full of lust and desire. As he releases me, the begging in his voice almost makes me come all over again. “I need you to fuck me, baby, like I need my next breath. Please, Matt.”

I take a condom and squeeze lube into my hand. I reach for his ass and spread his cheeks to open his entrance.

“Fuck yes, just do it. Fuck me, Matt.” My cock twitches at his words.

I spend some time inserting my fingers inside his ass, preparing him. I roll on the condom and push inside him slowly, making sure I don’t hurt him, as if this was his first time. “So fucking tight,” I grunt as his ass squeezes my dick tight, shooting a wave of mindless pleasure through my body. Shit. Even though I have only just come, I’m not going to last. Pushing deeper, I grab his shaft and jerk it as my cock dives in and out of him. Kissing his back, loving him.

“Yes, faster, harder, please. Make me feel good,” he says between groans.