Four Play (19 page)

The room began to spin. She looked up, trying to focus, but the ceiling blurred and contorted. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, determined not to go over the edge. Not yet.

A whimper escaped, and she struggled against Chase’s hold. Not that she was afraid. Not that she truly wanted free. She just didn’t know how to handle the overwhelming sensations that bombarded her so relentlessly.

Her skin felt alive and she was wild underneath it, like a butterfly trying to free itself from the cocoon. She went a little crazy, arching, twisting, and undulating.

Dillon replaced Brody and began fucking her all over again. It was more than she could bear. Her orgasm sliced through her, a sharp blade that shredded her senses.

She flew in a thousand different directions. Her release was a vicious, living thing that bloomed and exploded, swelled again and sparked an inferno.

Dillon cursed and stiffened between her legs. The veins in his neck bulged as she writhed against him. He sagged, then stepped back only for Tate to take his place.

She whimpered again when Tate thrust into her hypersensitive body, but her orgasm was still gaining momentum. There was no mercy for her, no letdown after the storm. How could it last so long? Be so intense?

In the midst of Tate’s release, every muscle in her body tightened, and she screamed from the sheer agony of it. Somehow, some way she had to be released.

Chase leaned down over her, his lips crushing hers in a sweet, desperate kiss. Tate pulled out of her only for Brody to take his place. No, she couldn’t take any more. Could she?

Two mouths, warm and so very sensual, closed around her nipples. She hadn’t thought she could push herself up that mountain any higher. She’d been wrong.

Brody pounded at her pussy, each stroke sending fierce streaks of pleasure through her belly, and now the two mouths around her nipples sucked and nipped, sending an equal measure of pleasure streaking down to her pussy.

The two sensations collided in the middle and the result was nothing like she’d ever experienced in her life.

She gasped, but the sound was swallowed by Chase. She tried to scream, but his mouth remained solidly fused to hers. And then he slid his lips down her jaw, pushing so that her neck was exposed. He sank his teeth into the tender column below her ear just as Brody pumped into her again.

She lost awareness. She came completely apart. The room blurred and went black. No longer could she see anything. She could only feel. Mindlessly she writhed, arched, and fought. Not against the pleasure, but she fought to control it—and herself.

She wasn’t successful. As Brody sank into her again and held himself against her as he came, she slipped away, borne on a tide of mind-numbing pleasure. She let go, quit fighting, and quite simply, she surrendered.

Going limp, she closed her eyes, feeling them roll back in her head. Her mouth sagged open and she reached for oblivion.

It was a long time—or at least what she thought must have been a long time—before she came back to awareness. For all she knew it could have been a matter of minutes, or maybe just seconds.

Gentle hands petted and caressed her. Stroked her hair, her legs, her belly, and her breasts. Warm mouths brushed over her skin, stopping to suckle tenderly at her breasts or to nip lightly at her neck.

The warm haze built and surrounded her. It was better than the best alcohol buzz. There was nothing better, she was sure of it.

She opened her eyes to see four men surrounding her, each touching and caressing her almost reverently. Chase was closest to her, his lips against her neck and then her ear.

“You’re back,” he whispered.

“Mmmm.”

It was all she could manage, but then she remembered that Dillon was here. She pried open her eyes one more time and stared down her body to see him holding one of her legs, straightened this time, as he kissed just below her knee.

Brody and Tate were at her breasts, one of them suckling a nipple and the other kissing the hollow of her belly. She’d never felt more treasured and so very precious than at this moment.

“Dillon,” she murmured. “Fancy seeing you here.”

He looked up at her, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. “Chase and I are old friends. I work for a firehouse in Houston.”

She chuckled. “Somehow I knew he wouldn’t go for picking up a complete stranger and taking him back to our hotel.”

“A guy’s gotta look out for his girl,” Dillon said with a grin.

She looked up to find Chase so close, his eyes locked with hers. She reached up to touch his face, letting her fingers slide down his jawline.

“Yes,” she whispered. “He looks after me so well.”

Chase smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “So what did you think?” he murmured. “Everything you thought it would be?”

She shook her head, and he frowned. “Were we too rough? Did we hurt you?”

She smiled. “No, it was perfect. It was far more than I’d ever imagined. And maybe it was because I was with men I trust. Men I know wouldn’t hurt me or take things too far but weren’t afraid to play rough either.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re your slaves for life,” Chase said in amusement.

Her grin grew wider. “Be careful what you say. I might like the idea of having four very devoted slaves in my harem.”

“Want to play some more, or are you done?” Chase murmured.

“Mmmm, what did you have in mind?”

“Me, you, a few of my friends. You could dance for us in the living room and we could take it from there. Anything you want. Anything we want.”

“Now that sounds pretty damn awesome,” she whispered back. “If you could feed me first and give me a little time to recover, it’ll sound even better.”

CHAPTER
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SIXTEEN

“I’ll take Zoe into the living room,” Brody said. “You get her
something to eat.”

Chase raised an eyebrow at Brody’s terse voice. Brody shouldered past Chase and gently gathered Zoe into his arms. He curled her against his body, shielding as much as her as possible as he strode into the living room. Tate followed, zipping his pants on the way.

Dillon met Chase’s gaze and shrugged. The two men went into the kitchen, and Chase pulled out the sandwich fixings from the fridge.

Dillon hovered, hands shoved into his pocket, and then a sigh escaped him. “Look, man, maybe I should leave.”

Chase glanced up at him. “Is there a problem?”

“You tell me. When you approached me about being a part of Zoe’s fantasy, I thought why not. She’s hot. That night in the hotel was fantastic. She’s not the problem here.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the living room. “Big guy in there doesn’t like me being here. I think he’s pissed.”

Chase dropped the ham on the counter and turned to Dillon. “What makes you say that? I admit, my attention was focused on Zoe during the whole thing. I wasn’t exactly paying attention to what the rest of you were doing.”

“All I’m saying is that he didn’t want me touching her. Period. You could have broken a rock on his face when Zoe mentioned the whole bar thing. I’m all for great sex, but I’m not going to step into a shit storm.”

Chase frowned. It would certainly explain Brody’s protective-ness of Zoe at the end when he all but shoved Chase out of the way to take Zoe into the living room.

“Yeah, I understand. Sorry, man.”

“Hey, not a problem, though you might want to check on the fact that another guy is going all He-Man on your girl.”

He wasn’t about to tell Dillon that he didn’t mind, nor was he going to get into the dynamics of the relationship—what relationship? He shook his head. Things were getting complicated. He knew Zoe had some issues where Brody and Tate were concerned, and it was likely they did too. But damn.

“I’m going to head out. Kiss Zoe for me and let her know I had a great time. I don’t want her thinking I left because of her, okay?”

“Will do,” Chase said. “Later, man.”

The door shut behind Dillon, and Chase returned to the sandwiches with a frown. He hadn’t imagined that bringing Dillon in would piss Brody off. Maybe he should have planned better. Or maybe it was time to step out of the realm of fantasy for a while.

It was easy to get carried away, that much was obvious. When you had a girl as responsive and open to kink as Zoe was, it was easy to take things too far. Was that what he’d done? Gone too far?

He’d told himself that he was fulfilling a fantasy for Zoe, but what if it was just that? A fantasy. Something sexy to talk about in private and never meant to take into the real world. Or maybe he was living out his own fantasies and rationalizing them by saying he was doing it for Zoe.

Or maybe he just needed a fucking reality check.

He piled the sandwiches on a plate and walked into the living room. Zoe was curled onto Brody’s lap. Brody had wrapped a blanket around her so that no part of her body showed. His arms were wrapped protectively around her, and her face was burrowed into his neck. Brody had one hand in her hair, stroking absently as he rested his cheek on the top of her head.

The knot in Chase’s stomach grew larger.

Tate sat across from the couch, slouched in a chair, his legs sprawled out in front of him. He watched Zoe, his expression indecipherable.

When Chase put the plate down on the coffee table, Brody looked up.

“She’s asleep,” Brody said in a low voice. “She’s tired.”

He said it almost accusingly, and Chase flinched.

“Where’s your friend?” Tate asked.

“He left,” Chase said as he sat down.

“Good,” Brody said bluntly.

Chase sighed. He really didn’t want to get into the
why
s and
wherefore
s. It was probably a good idea if they dropped it and called it a night.

“Why don’t you take Zoe to her bedroom?” He purposely didn’t say
my
or
our
in conjunction with the bedroom even though it
was
their bedroom. “I think we’ll call it a night.”

Brody nodded and then repositioned Zoe on his lap so he could stand. The blanket started to slip, but Brody caught her closer to his chest so that it didn’t fall completely down.

As soon as he left the living room with Zoe, Tate stood, his eyes shuttered as he glanced toward Chase.

“Listen, I think in the future if you want to do something like this again . . . I’d prefer you leave me out.”

“I’m not planning for there to be a next time,” Chase said.

Relief shadowed Tate’s eyes. He nodded and then turned toward his bedroom.

“I’m going to hit the sack. See you guys in the morning.”

A few moments later, Brody reappeared in the living room. He nodded toward Chase but didn’t say anything as he headed toward his room. Chase stood and stared after Brody for a long time after he disappeared.

Then, blowing out his breath, he went into his bedroom.

Zoe was snuggled into bed, the covers pulled over her shoulders. She was, predictably, on Chase’s pillow, a fact that made him smile as he stripped down to his underwear.

He crawled into bed with her and pulled her warm body into his. She stirred and draped her arm and leg over him and then opened her eyes.

“Everyone go?” she asked sleepily. “I didn’t mean to crap out like that.”

He touched her cheek, letting his fingers glide over the silky skin to her neck. For a long moment he didn’t say anything as he looked down at her.

Some of the sleep faded from her eyes and her brow crinkled.

“Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong. Was just thinking.”

“About?”

“You and me. And our fantasies.”

Her look was still questioning.

“The things we’ve done have been amazing. I’ve enjoyed it all. But maybe it’s time we called a halt. Maybe we’re getting a little too carried away.”

She frowned and pushed up to her elbow. “Did I do something wrong?”

He quickly put a finger over her lips. “Shhh, baby. Let me explain. This is not about anything you’ve done. Quite the contrary. I’m a lucky guy to have such a fantastic girl. I mean you’re so open. I love that you’re so honest about your sexuality, that you’re not ashamed to talk about your kinks and fantasies and even indulge in them with me. I’ve loved every minute of it. I just think once we got started, we tried to cram everything into a short amount of time. Like we tried to one-up ourselves with each ensuing experience. I’m to blame for most of it. Apart from the night at the strip club, I’ve instigated everything else. And I’m not saying we should never play our fantasies out again. I just think for the time being we should slow it down and enjoy each other. I feel like we haven’t had a lot of time lately where it’s just you and me.”

She relaxed and let herself back down onto the pillow. She put her hand on his shoulder and let her palm slide down his arm.

“Were you getting jealous? I mean, did it bother you to see me with other men? Because ...”

There was a thread of anxiety in her voice and once again, he shushed her gently.

“Zoe, honey, there was nothing you did. My feelings haven’t changed. I just think maybe some of the mystery can be taken out of a relationship if we make every erotic thought a reality, you know? Maybe some of the things we whisper about should be kept between you and me.”

She smiled and linked her arm around him to pull him closer. He hugged her to him and stroked the soft skin of her back.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” he said seriously. “Now tell me about tonight. Was it good for you? I mean, was it as exciting as when you fantasized about it?”

She was silent for a moment and then she pulled away, her expression thoughtful. “It was hot. Dillon showing up was a little weird at first. I guess because I hadn’t expected it. I worried . . .”