“You have a safe word for a reason, Dove. One word and this all stops.” It surprises me that it’s Caleb that I hear, kindness and concern briefly filling his voice. “We won’t demand this of you. Even restrained as you are,” Caleb whispers into my ear, his light smattering of stubble grazing my face as I nuzzle into his neck and inhale a lungful of his scent.
“You hold the power here, Dove,” Cooper finishes the sentiment, and if it was even possible, I fall in love with the pair of them all over again.
“I want this. I want you both.”
They power forward, and my orgasm crests the cliffs edge, sucking all the air from my lungs as I plummet. The blindfold begins to slip, and I’m faced with the sparkling hooded green eyes of Caleb Knox, my tormentor, my punisher, my love. Emotion tugs at my heart as tears fill my eyes. He stalls for a moment as Cooper continues to thrust, I can see as he questions whether to fix the blindfold back into place.
“Please, don’t. I want to see you.” My voice is shaky, almost too small to be considered a string of audible sounds, but I know he hears me. He doesn’t say a word as he tugs it down to join the jingling cat collar around my neck. He looks deeply into my eyes as he strokes my face and cups my chin. I tighten my legs around his waist and draw him closer, and he lets me, filling whatever remains of the space between us. “Thank you,” I mouth the word, and he continues to move.
I look down at where we are joined, Caleb’s cock isn’t as decorated with jewellery as his brother’s is, the onebarbell just under his tip as it grazes inside me is evident, but what holds my attention is the woven ink of the tattoos creeping up and around his girthy length from his base. He chuckles gruffly as though he can read my mind as I salivate over his body with my lips falling open on a harsh exhale. Through dopey fluttering lashes I see Caleb’s gaze flick over my shoulder to his brother - his brows pinched with strain as he nods, Cooper grabs a handful of my hair, tugging my head back and tilted to the side so they can both watch as I combust. My features twisted with soul wracking pleasure that has me shaking in their arms uncontrollably.
“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes. You ready, Dove?” Caleb whispers, his desperation to see me fall apart is wild in his gravelly tone. Latching his palm around my throat, depressing my pulse points, a fire licks at the hollow inside my chest, the place I had reserved just for them.He surprises me with an ardent kiss as I tip over the edge and pleasure floods through my well-used body like a tsunami, swallowing my cry as though he’s stating his ownership of it.
Cooper isn’t far behind as he growls out his release as he fills me. Caleb’s kiss deepens, tongues warring as aftershocks ripple through me, a second orgasm fighting to be heard as I fall headfirst into the depths of my pleasure once again with a muffled scream. With a pained roar Caleb finds his bliss and empties himself inside me. Refusing to move as our chests rise and fall at an alarming rate, our hearts clamouring furiously against our ribs.
For the first time in six years, I feel whole again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
EBONY
Ishift on the sofa, tucking my sock-clad feet under me as my core aches with the memory of Cooper and Caleb. My mind a mess of new emotions as flashes of last night assault my brain. Assault is the wrong word; caress feels more apt. I want an instant replay, and I have done since the second I woke up this morning alone in my bed wearing the t-shirt of Caleb’s that still carries his scent, my body hungry for more of their twisted brand of revenge.
The dull ache that lingers in my stiff limbs doesn’t hurt. I smile at the reminder of Cooper’s deft fingers as he wound my body so beautifully in rope as though I was an exhibit to be valued, appreciated, adored. The carnality of what we shared feels like a live wire buzzing around my body, each stretch making me groan as the reanimation of how they roughly played with my body hits me again. Dazed, they took their time to release me, rough handsmassaging my reddened skin, the earthy herbal scent of the arnica cream filling my nose even now. They had brought me home to my apartment, apparently already aware that Megan had planned to stay at Mateo’s. They bathed me, taking their time as Cooper washed down every inch of my body with a soothing lavender wash as Caleb worked his fingers through my waves, lathering up the honey and almond scented shampoo until I was as clean as I was ever going to be. I had protested briefly, still a little dazed as though I had dropped a few too many edibles thinking they were sweets, because I didn’t want to remove the scent of them both from my skin. I wanted to bask in the warmth of their touch as their aftershave and natural musk clung to my body.
The flannel stained with the black eyeliner whiskers that had pretty much been destroyed as I sweated in the throes of our rope play sat on the edge of the sink as Caleb checked over every inch of my face, his muddy green eyes heavy with conflicting emotions concentrating anywhere but into mine. They bundled me up into one of Megan’s obscenely expensive towels and fed me chocolate to make sure my sugar levels evened out as they helped me into bed. For the first time in such a long time I was treated like a princess by two unhinged cowboys with sinfully sweet mouths and tentative touches. I fought the pull of my heavy eyelids as sleep threatened to take me away.
“You don’t have to, I can,”my statement doesn’t have a chance to fully form before Caleb strokes his thumb over my lips to silence me.”
‘We look after what’s ours, Dove,” Caleb states as he pulls my coversup around my ears.
“Now shut up before I spank you relentlessly and tie you to your bed.’
Cooper Xavier Knox - a master of words.
“What’s got you smiling like you’ve just found your clit for the first time?” The scream I make sounds like it’s been pulled from a horror movie as I simultaneously also almost choke on my own tongue. I hadn’t even heard Megan enter. She lets a paper bag filled to the brim with popcorn, chocolate, and a bottle of wine fall onto the sofa beside me, heading to the kitchen to find a couple of glasses in the cupboard; she comes back with two mugs, and I decide I like this vibe better.
“So, spill.”
“Nothing to spill, consider me spill-less.”
She eyes me warily, trying to pull my secrets from me. “You’re lying. You’ve had sex. Good sex if that wicked grin is anything to go by.”
“I did not!” I protest a little too enthusiastically.
“Liar. When, where, who? And don’t scrimp on the details. Mateo and I had a little fight. He had this call from his dad, something about his mum probably, and he just lashed out.”
“But you still stayed the night?”
“Calmed him down with a very enthusiastic blow job; the ache was worth it.” She grins, tugging at her chin as she licks her lips.
“Do you want to talk about the fight?”
She settles on the sofa beside me and opens her mouth to vent. Snapping it shut as her eyes fly wide open, she hisses, “Devil woman—I can’t believe I almost fell for that. You are trying to distract me. It must be good if you’rewilling to sit here and listen to me moan for the next hour.”
“I sort of ran into a couple of guys I used to know.”
“Ran into their cocks more like it; that blush is starting to creep down and cover your chest. I may not know much, Ebony, but I know sex. Two guys, huh? I’m here for it.” Her smile twists, and a belly laugh explodes up through my chest. “Students?”
