Bonds of Desire (18 page)

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Allie clung to her men, pulling on Seth’s hips until Tyler was bound tight between them. She wanted to take away all of Tyler’s pain until he no longer doubted Seth and her. He was so much more than his past. If only he could see that.

She tugged him down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Tyler needed the softness just as much as the hardness, even if he didn’t know that or want to admit it.

He tilted his head, opening up to the light pressure of her tongue. His hand fisted in her hair, fingers wrapping around the strands until they pulled on her scalp. Her breath caught and she had a second to get air before he took over to pour the same passion-blended fury into their kiss that he’d done with Seth.

She didn’t deny him either. It didn’t even cross her mind to do so. Tyler claimed more than her mouth with his desperate need. His tongue and lips did the physical damage, but it was his bared and bleeding heart that reached in and stole a piece hers.

“We’ve got you, Tyler,” Seth said. “We’ve got you.”

The words seemed to penetrate something within Tyler, for he eased up, the frantic demand curling back to breathy nips and light brushes. Their breath panted between them, and she tried to slow her racing pulse with long, deep inhales. Tyler rested his head against hers. He smelled of sex and man and the lingering spice that she now recognized as Seth’s soap.

“I don’t understand why.” Tyler’s whispered admission tore at her like the sharp end of the whip that’d flayed his back.

“You don’t have to understand,” Seth told him. “You just have to accept.”

Tyler’s hand tightened in her hair. His voice, when he spoke, was rough and hoarse. “Yes, Seth.”

Tyler was deferring. He’d stepped back into the safety of the submissive role without really believing what Seth said. He didn’t think they would be there for him and damn it, that hurt.

But was Tyler right? How could they possibly have anything more than right now?

“You can trust us,” she found herself saying, even though she wasn’t sure how he could. “For more than this. We’re not going away when the weekend’s over. We’ll still be here to help you.”

He choked out a pained laugh. “Right. Your worlds don’t belong with mine. I know this. It’s okay. I’m not asking for more.”

“Maybe you should,” Seth said. “Maybe we all should.”

“No.” Tyler’s sharp denial left no room for negotiation.

She jerked back to stare at both men. Tyler wouldn’t look at her, instead choosing to glare at some distant spot out the window behind her. His face was closed, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Seth searched Tyler’s profile, his eyes hiding none of the longing that he usually wouldn’t show. He turned those intriguing eyes to her, the emotion remaining for a split second longer before he closed his eyes and tipped his head to place a kiss on Tyler’s shoulder.

Could Seth really want this to last? He was the one she thought would be running the fastest when it all ended. Yet what she just saw said differently.

“My father died when I was very young.” Seth’s voice was so low that Allie had to strain to hear his words, more mumbled than spoken against Tyler’s shoulder. “My mother disconnected after that. My world was filled with things. The best clothes, school, gadgets, house. But I was so fucking alone.”

Allie didn’t know how to respond, so she said what was in her heart. “You’re not alone now.”

“Yeah.” His soft agreement wasn’t very convincing. “Right.”

“How’d he die?” Tyler asked.

“Heart attack.”

Tyler gave a soft snort. “Mine too. Can’t say I was sad about it.”

“Don’t remember mine. But I missed the memory of him.”

There was little she could add, but she was touched by what they were both revealing.

“Sometimes memories aren’t that great to have,” Tyler said.

“And sometime they’re all you have. Good or bad.” Seth’s arms flexed around them, his hold tighter for a second.

“Can we drop this?” Tyler’s questioned startled her with its harshness. “I don’t want to ruin what’s left.” He swallowed, and she tracked the bob and dip of his Adam’s apple. In what felt like slow motion, he untangled his hand from her hair and let his arms fall to his sides. “If there’s anything left.”

No
, she wanted to cry out.
This can’t be done.
Not yet.
She wasn’t ready to leave them. But she bit her lip to hold the words inside. She couldn’t expose that much. And she really couldn’t keep them.

“What do you want, Tyler?” Seth didn’t look up or even acknowledge that Tyler had let go. But his hands curled into fists on her back, a small action that gave her hope that he’d fix this. That he wasn’t ready for it to end either.

Tyler tilted his head an inch, not much but enough to touch Seth’s. Seth brought Tyler’s hands up until they rested on her shoulders.

Only then did Tyler speak, his fingers curling to hold on to her. “I want to go back to bed.”

She sagged into him. That one soft admission gave them more time. Without it, they would’ve all walked away right then. None of them would ever force the other to stay. They’d proven that with her. But she also knew she couldn’t stay if one of them left. They were a unit now, one that required all three of them to function.

“Okay.”

The firmness in Seth’s voice was so right. He’d lead them back, take control and make them all okay again. And for some reason, she wanted him to. It was Seth who held this little group together. He was strong in his quiet way. That had both attracted and scared her to begin with. It’d been clear that he took care of what he thought was his. And she’d been afraid to let anyone care for her.

Just like she thought and hoped, Seth stepped away and guided them to bed. This was good. It was as simple as that, and she’d take it until she had to let it go.

Chapter Twenty

Each step Seth took was a slow, deliberate motion, moving his lovers back to his bed. Back to him. His pulse was still beating too fast, the fear forming small trails of sweat down his spine. But they didn’t know that.

“Strip and get on the bed,” he ordered once they’d made it to his bedroom. They were both expecting him to get things back to where they’d been, and he wasn’t going to let them down.

Neither of them hesitated to follow his command. Thank fuck.

He kicked off his pants as he climbed onto the bed behind Allie and Tyler. “In the middle, Allie.”

They quickly switch positions until she was spread out between them.

She looked to him. “What do you want, Seth?”

He placed his palm on her stomach; the muscles contracted under his touch. He loved how responsive they both were to him. To everything, really.

But would she go for what he wanted now? He looked to Tyler and wondered the same thing. He had to find out. “I want to have you...with Tyler. At the same time.”

Her eyes went wide, her breathing halted as she processed his words. Tyler’s head snapped up but his face gave away nothing.

“Is that...” She cleared her throat. “That even possible?”

He chuckled. Her sexual innocence got him every time. He gave her a kiss of reassurance. “Yes. It’s very possible. And very enjoyable for everyone.”

Her gaze flicked to Tyler before coming back to him. “Won’t that hurt? I said no pain.”

Tyler ran his hand up her stomach to circle her nipple. He plucked the bud until it puckered tight and hard under his fingers. Tyler squeezed the tender tip until she gasped. Seth watched the shock and confusion turn into desire when Tyler released her nipple to suck it into his mouth.

“Oh,” she breathed. “God...”

“It’s like that,” Seth said. He’d never get over seeing Tyler intent on bringing Allie pleasure. “It might hurt a bit at first, but it turns into something incredible. Like the ice. We’ll make it good for you.”

Tyler lifted his head. “Do you trust us?” He held her gaze before he looked to Seth and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Seth opened, greedily taking everything Tyler was giving.

“You know I do,” she answered after they parted.

“Then don’t stop now,” Tyler whispered before kissing her too. He liked to do that, Seth noted. Kiss. Long and lazy, short and affirmative or hot and desperate, it didn’t matter the type. Tyler really liked to kiss, and that was just fine with him.

Seth eased down and settled between Allie’s legs. She shifted without hesitation, spreading to accommodate him. He pushed her legs up and wide so she was completely bared to him. What a picture she made. Her submission was so complete now that it rocked him every time.

He didn’t bother with warm-ups or preamble; there wasn’t a need. He inhaled, savored the scent of her arousal then slipped his tongue in a long swipe from her anus to her clit. His hum of approval was mouthed over the sensitive bud until she squirmed.

He continued to tempt her, savoring every reaction as he readied her for what he wanted. A bottle of lube landed on the bed next to him, and he looked up to see Tyler’s sly grin. Tyler swung his bangs out of his eyes, his brow flicking up in a motion that could be classified as cocky or playful. It forced a laugh out of Seth.

Tyler was such a switch. Or at least he was for them. It was one of the reasons this threesome worked so well. Everybody got what they needed.

Seth inserted two fingers in Allie’s wet, hot pussy, swirling and thrusting until her hips bucked, seeking more. Her start of hesitation came when he moved those fingers to circle and push at her anus. She clenched at his initial touch and she went still.

“Have you done this before?” He pressed harder on the entry point, softening the muscles but not entering.

She shook her head, her eyes glued to him. “No.”

“It’ll feel odd at first, and you’ll want to clench up. Don’t. Just relax and let me in.” He kept up the low pressure, massaging the muscle until it loosened. “Good.”

Tyler didn’t need any other clues. He distracted Allie with a kiss, and Seth pushed a finger into her virgin hole. The tight ring around the entry clamped down, but he was patient and waited until it eased once again. Only then did he begin to move his finger in and out.

He sucked on her clit, loving how she writhed on the bed beneath them. It was a dual assault meant to drive her crazy. Grabbing the lube, he dribbled some on his fingers before inserting two fingers then three. He didn’t want to hurt her at all if it could be helped.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, her hips squirming under his hand. “I need...something.” Her head twisted on the pillow, her mouth parted to allow for the deep inhales.

Seth wiped his fingers on a tissue then grabbed Tyler’s hard cock. His palm was still slick with lube, and it slid over the smooth, firm skin with ease. Tyler groaned in appreciation as he lifted his knee to give Seth more room.

“Come on,” Tyler grunted. He tossed a condom to Seth and tore open a second with his teeth. The protection was quickly on both of them, and Seth settled back by Allie’s free side.

He cupped her cheek and caressed her jaw until she met his eyes. “We’re still good?” She hadn’t said no, but hadn’t said yes either.

She searched him for a long moment, the anticipation dragging out as they waited for her answer. They’d accept either, but damn, did he want her to agree.

“Yes.” The answer hissed through the air and was filled with a mixture of hesitation, longing and surrender.

He didn’t withhold the growl of approval that ripped from his chest. It was feral and wild, just like he felt, and he showed her all of it in the kiss he seized. Tyler threaded his fingers into Seth’s hair to tug him over for a kiss of his own. Seth would never get enough of these two. He ripped his mouth free of Tyler’s to pant in needed gulps of air.

Regaining some control, he placed a hand on Allie’s shoulder. “Turn toward me.”

She didn’t say a word as she allowed him to help her turn. Tyler stretched out behind her, hand grazing over her hip and down between her legs. Allie’s eyelids dropped and she bit her lip as she propped her foot on the bed to make room for Tyler.

Seth tucked her close, pulled her leg over his hips and almost lost his control when Tyler’s hand wrapped around his erection. Christ. He thought the edge would be off by now, with all they’ve done over the last few days, but obviously it wasn’t. He still wanted both of them beyond reason.

Tyler guided him into Allie, his grip firm yet teasing as he passed his thumb over the tip and swirled it around the small opening at the top. Seth groaned and arched his hips forward, seeking more. He slid into Allie, her hot folds surrounding his cock and taking him like he was meant to be there. And he was. He didn’t doubt that.

He eased in and out, each slow movement stretching out the moment so it could be savored. Allie whimpered, her back arched and he watched as Tyler’s finger disappeared into her ass. God, he could even feel that against his dick inside of her.

“You ready, Allie?” His question was strangled and he prayed she was. His skin was beaded with sweat, his body on fire. He met Tyler’s eyes over her shoulder and nodded. “Tyler will go slow. Trust us.”

She leaned in and bit him, teeth sinking into the spot where his shoulder joined his neck. They were a tangled of limbs as Tyler threw his leg over Allie’s and wiggled an arm under her head. He found Seth’s hand and laced their fingers together above her.

Seth held still, his free hand holding her hip as Tyler positioned his cock and then slowly ease into her. She gasped and tensed at first. Tyler went still to wait for her.

“I don’t...” she whimpered. “It’s too big.” She stared at Tyler, her eyes wide with fear.

“It’s okay,” he soothed then kissed her softly. “Give it a sec. Relax and push out. You can do it.”

She turned back to Seth and tucked her head into his chest. It was almost killing him to keep still. He wanted to thrust so badly it hurt. Tyler continued pushing, the hard length of his cock sinking into her anus. He pulled back a little then went forward until his hips were flush against her ass, and Seth felt every inch of Tyler’s cock as he seated himself in Allie.

“Oh, God.” Her soft words came out as a plea. She squirmed between them, her hard nipples teasing Seth’s chest. “It’s so full.”

“It’s so good,” Tyler growled.

Seth clutched Tyler’s hand and tilted Allie’s chin up until she looked at him. “Right.” It was beyond right in every way.

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Allie squeezed her eyes closed against the intensity of it all. From the look of pure adoration in Seth’s eyes to the tight grip of Tyler’s hand on her hip to the indescribable blend of pressure, pain and amazing pleasure at her core. She’d never felt so outrageous yet protected in her life.

Tyler eased his hips back in, and she choked on a strangled breath. The small movement sent a flush of sensation through her entire lower body before shooting up to leave her nipples tingling. She trusted her men, but hadn’t really believed that this could be enjoyable.

She’d been so very, very wrong.

Seth stroked her hair back from her face, his own falling forward to graze her cheek. “You okay?” His voice was thick with restraint.

She wasn’t positive if she was, not mentally. But that didn’t change one fact. “You need to move.” Her voice was no different from Seth’s and she swiveled her hips, seeking that unknown feeling she now craved with an unabashed passion.

Both men let out a pained groan at her movement. Tyler nipped her shoulder, the bite teasing and intoxicating. Every nerve ending was oversensitive to each touch, no matter where it was on her body. She just needed more.

“Hold on,” Tyler grunted as he started to move, his thick cock easing from her ass before he plunged back in.

The breath left her, her fingers curled tight around Seth’s ribs and she finally let go. There was nothing else she could do. They’d stripped her raw and held her close. It was completely different from what she’d thought it would be. Instead of depraved and wrong, having both men inside her felt absolutely right. Like Seth had said.

She could do nothing but accept and take as Seth and Tyler set up an opposing rhythm that was completely in sync. Each thrust filled her as never before. Their hands roamed over her sweat-slicked skin, leaving trails of crackling fire that seared her heart.

She rolled her forehead over Seth’s rough jaw. The beard stubble added an abrasive counter to the smoothness of their bodies grinding together. A low, keening whine eased from her throat, but it didn’t sound like her. Her lips brushed over Seth’s throat, a hint of salt and man leaving a heady taste on her tongue.

“God. Allie.” Seth’s rough plea teased her ear, and she was vaguely aware of the kiss the two men exchanged. “Tyler.” There was equal need proclaimed in both names.

Seth claimed her mouth next, and she took as much from him. Everything was a bright wave of sensation. She was so close to losing it all. Her mind, her body and, God help her, her heart.

Tyler nuzzled his way into the kiss. Someone rubbed her overready clit, and that was it. The orgasm burst through her in a startling flash of light, heat and never-ending pleasure. The emotions were stuck in her arid throat, her silent scream crushed under the hard press of lips. The intensity of it all shattered every barrier, every conception, every lingering misgiving she’d had about the tree of them.

This could not be wrong.

She gasped for air, her mouth freed as the deep growls and hard jerks indicated Seth and Tyler’s releases. That awareness was all done in a haze of euphoria. She couldn’t move. Not a muscle. She could die right there, sandwiched between Seth and Tyler, completely claimed and be totally content.

Who knew that letting go could be so damn rewarding?

* * *

The world went black, literally. Then light burst through as Tyler gave everything to his lovers. His hips bucked, he went rigid and groaned into the orgasm that consumed him.

He couldn’t think; it was impossible. There was only pleasure. Amazing, unbelievable, pleasure.

Shattered. That’s what he was. Completely, through and through. It was going to be so hard to pick up the pieces when this was over. But he would. And it would be worth every bit of pain.

The small rumble of a chuckle that rolled out must have sounded crazy to Seth and Allie. But his thoughts took him back to why he was there in the first place.

“What?” Seth mumbled, his voice distant but concerned.

Tyler gripped the base of the condom and pulled out of Allie in one slow glide. She still winced, and he soothed the last bit of pain with a gentle nuzzle to her neck. The bite of salt reminded him how intense the encounter had been.

He wrapped the condom in a tissue and flopped to his back to stare at the white ceiling, now shaded a pale gray with the morning light. The air swooped in to cool his heated skin and brought with it the deep, heavy sent of sex. For once, he loved that smell. Usually, it was dirty reminder of what he’d done. But now, it was a welcomed memory of what they’d shared.

“So what was the chuckle about?”

Allie gripped his hand where it rested by his side. He could ignore Seth’s question, but there was no reason to. “I was thinking of why I’m even here. That if I hadn’t gotten the shit beat out of me, none of this would’ve happened.”

Seth sucked in a sharp breath, and Allie squeezed his hand.

“I don’t want your sympathy. That’s not why I said that.” Tyler rubbed his eyes, the exhaustion hitting him hard. “It’s just a fact. I don’t regret any of it.”

He wasn’t sure what to make of their silence. Then again, there wasn’t much to say. He rolled out of bed, grabbed the used condom and made his way to the bathroom to clean up. The space filled with steam as the shower ran hot, the mirror clouding up to block his reflection. He didn’t need to look in it to know that he was showing things he’d rather keep hidden.

The water edged just past comfortable when he stepped under it. He faced the spray and stood thoughtless. He wasn’t surprised when the shower door opened and his lovers entered. They wouldn’t let him run—not that he really was.