Healing Pleasure (13 page)

“It’s an unconventional tactic, but I’ve heard you’re pretty damn effective at using them.”

“I don’t use games on clients.” She closed her eyes and sighed. “Then again, this whole client-counselor relationship started on a sort of game.”

“At my suggestion,” he admitted.

Suspicion had her opening her eyes, only to narrow them as she stared at him. “Horace didn’t have anything to do with the plan to pass me off as your girlfriend, did he?”

Trey clucked his tongue and failed miserably in his attempt to look innocent. “Afraid I can’t say he did.” He hands dropped to cup her ass. “That was all my idea, sugar.”

“Why?”

He bent his knees slightly, putting his thick cock in almost perfect alignment with her pussy. “Because I wanted you.”

“So you tricked me?”

A mischievous grin toyed with the corners of his mouth. “I used an unconventional tactic to get what I wanted.”

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe you’re the one I should deck instead of Brit.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Maybe, but tell me you didn’t want me, too.”

Damn it, apparently she really was that transparent.

“I’m about to make love to you, sugar. Are you going to tell me you don’t want it?”

She couldn’t, any more than she’d been able to tell him she didn’t want him when he’d cornered her inside the ranch house yesterday and pinned her to the wall. “What happens when someone on the ranch come across us here?” She couldn’t believe she hadn’t wondered that before. They might be on private property, but there were ten young boys and who knew how many other adults working on various tasks nearby.

“They’ll take a quick peek, realize it’s the last place they need to be right now, turn tail, and run.”

“And Brit? Isn’t he going to join us?” She realized it was the wrong time to ask that question when Trey’s eyes sparked with satisfaction.

“Is that what you want, sugar? Do you want me and Brit to make love to you at the same time?”

She attempted to backtrack the conversation. “I meant, isn’t he coming for a swim?”

“Answer my question, Lena.”

The authority was back in his voice, leaving her no room to evade. “Yes,” she admitted, though she knew she would damn herself for it later.

One sexy brow winged up. “Yes, what?”

She took a deep breath and let the whole confession spill. “Yes, I want you and Brit to make love to me at the same time.”

“Have you ever been pleasured by two men at once, sugar?”

She shook her head.

“Turn around.” Trey spun her in his arms and pulled her back to his front. “You will be tonight, but for now, all you’re going to get is me. Is that okay with you?”

His hands skimmed her flesh,
arousal turning his voice gravelly. It grated over her sensitive flesh, teasing nerve endings and exciting erogenous zones she’d forgotten she’d possessed until meeting him and Brit. She angled her head, tilted it back to look at him, and met his gaze. His dark eyes swam with a predatory desire that thrilled her to her toes.

“It’s more than okay with me.”

He turned them both in the water until they faced Brit. “He’s going to watch.”

The idea of Brit watching as Trey fucked her sent a wicked thrill she’d never experience before racing straight to her pussy.

Trey nuzzled his face in the side of her neck, his breath hot and raspy in her ear. “Then tonight, you’re going to submit to us. Anything we tell you do to, you will do without question. Do you understand?”

Did she have a choice? She knew deep down that she did, of course, but her body, mind, and…No, her heart was not going to betray her, too. She’d come to this ranch to help Brit and she would do that. Maybe she was giving into urges and desires she shouldn’t with him and Trey, but what would it hurt to console the needy part of her she’d kept buried for so long? Once Brit came to terms with the horrors eating at his mind, he and Trey would return to the Navy, she would go back to her life, and the adventures the three of them shared would one day simply be distant memories.

“Yes,” she said obediently, her gaze locked with Brit’s and every sense she possessed consumed by the feel of Trey behind her. “I understand.”

Surrender had truly been her only option since the moment Trey had walked into the diner and it proved itself again as she relaxed against him. The hard weight of his erection pressed at the small of her back and she wriggled against it, delighting in the low growl that rumbled from his throat. She looked back at him, her breath catching at the predatory glaze in his eyes. The animal inside him realized he’d caught his prey and she didn’t get another second to think before he crushed his mouth to hers.

White-hot hunger seared through her as he devoured her, controlled her, and stole her sanity through her mouth. His hands moved, one covering her breasts while the other skimmed to her pussy. She moaned into his mouth when one finger inched between her folds. He raked that fingertip over her clit, and she bucked her hips, groped for something to hold onto, and found his thighs. He broke the kiss in favor of licking his way over her jaw, nipping her jawbone, and continuing on to the side of her neck.

She couldn’t keep up. The sensations ricocheting through her proved too much. His mouth worked her neck, teeth grazing and biting. His hand weighed and caressed her breast, the thumb and forefinger finding her nipple to add further torture. His finger pushed on her clit, a delicious pressure that set her boiling, and abandoned the aching bud to thrust inside her weeping channel.

“Oh, God, Trey, yes.” A second finger joined the first and she rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, wanting it deeper, needing to feel the rigid erection pressing against her back inside her body. “Please.”

“Jesus, you’re wet.” His hot breath against her neck sent excited shivers raining through her. “I figured the water would keep you from getting wet for me. Your pussy is so tight, sugar. It’s primed and ready. Your muscles are gripping my fingers.”

He thrust his fingers deeper, lifting her and pulling her more firmly against him. Her knees went weak, but it didn’t matter. He held her, controlled her, and possessed her. His teeth raked the sensitized flesh where her neck and shoulder met, and she sucked in a breath as slivers of demonic lust spiked to her core.

“Trey.” Her head fell back on his chest and whipped from side to side as she fought to breathe. Her body yielded to his manipulations. Pressure built in her womb. She wanted more, needed to be filled by the thick shaft resting against her back.

“Come for me, Lena.” The order came in a gruff whisper that bordered an animalistic growl as he raked his thumb over her clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers inside her channel. “Let me feel you shatter again.”

She couldn’t have refused him if she’d dared. The pleasurable pain of his callused fingers to her throbbing nipple and engorged clit and the width of the fingers he spread inside her cunt demanded she obey as much as the authority in his command. She panted for air, gasping in the inferno he created until the orgasm burst from her in a sharp wave that left her shaking. She crumpled in his embrace as her body rocked inside and out from the force of her release.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, that was amazing.”

She barely heard him over the drumming of her own pulse. Her eyes fluttered open and her gaze locked with Brit’s. He still hadn’t left his place on the blanket, but he had moved enough to unfasten his cargo shorts. He sat there watching them, his fist closed around his cock, moving up and down his shaft.

“Do it again.”

Before Trey’s words could register, he turned her in his arms and lifted her off her feet. Her quivering legs wound around his waist more out of reflex than thought. His hands splayed her bottom, cupping her cheeks and holding her steady. Then he kissed her, his mouth taking hers with a domination that bruised even as it aroused. His tongue plunged between her lips as, between her legs, his cock drove into her channel in a single thrust that drew a strangled scream from her throat.

Intense, red-hot pleasure swamped her as her inner muscles made room for his thick shaft. He filled her, igniting a firestorm that spread through her soul. All fears fled in a maelstrom of passion and heady lust. Only when he wrenched his mouth from hers, his grip tightening on her ass cheeks as she felt him begin to pull out, did she snag hold of some semblance of rational thought, just enough to utter a protest.

“No, don’t stop.” She wriggled in his embrace, locking her ankles behind his back. “Please. I’ll beg. I’ll scream. I’ll do whatever you order, just please don’t stop.”

“Holy shit, Lena.” Something very akin to fear shot through his eyes. “You’ve got to let me pull out, sugar.”

“To hell I do.” No way would she let him stop this now. Dying ranked a high possibility if he didn’t finish what he started. She didn’t care how needy she sounded, how fully she was submitting to him, or how deeply she could feel him seeping into her soul.

“Lena.” He said her name again, his tone hard and commanding, as if doing so might make her listen to reason. The only reason she knew in that moment belonged to the orgasm dangling on the precipice. “I’m not wearing a condom.”

She shook her head wildly and bucked her hips, trying to find even a modicum of the friction he started but now denied her. “Can’t let go. Can’t stop,” she panted.
I can’t think either
. She knew if she did every fear, every ounce of uncertainty, and every bit of insecurity would come back with a vengeance and likely send her scurrying for the mountains. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I swear to you. I haven’t had sex in over five years.”

He stilled, his eyes wide with shock. “Jesus, Lena. You’re shitting me. It’s been that long?”

She nodded, held his gaze, and knew exactly what to say to get him moving again. “I want this. Please, Trey. Will you please fuck me harder?”

“Christ almighty,” he growled through gritted teeth. He stared at her, the position he held her putting them almost at perfect eye level. “I’m clean, too. I get tested regularly.”

“Then stop talking and give us both what we want.” She flattened her hands on his shoulders, dug in her nails and watched a lightning bolt of pure male supremacy flash in the dark depths of his eyes.

“I should make you pay for this later.”

She didn’t understand the statement, but his grip on her ass tightened, his fingertips pinching into her flesh, and she forgot all about it as he pistoned his cock inside her channel and reached a depth he hadn’t moments before.

Lena’s head fell back on her shoulders as fireworks of bliss exploded in her very being. The water sloshed around them as he fucked her. He took her with a primitive, forceful, mind-altering invasion of his cock into her sodden cunt that intensified the things within her that he and Brit had brought back to life. Wicked, wanton feelings erupted in her bloodstream, ideas forming in her mind that breached all practical realms.

“I’m not going to last, Lena.” His gruff confession surprised her. “You feel too good. Too hot. Too tight. Do it again for me. Let me feel your body milk my cock as you come.”

His words, the command in his rusty tone coupled with the rough way he claimed her, sent her over the edge yet again. She screamed with the power of the orgasm that tore from her body. She lifted her head, only to freeze in the act of lowering it once more as she locked gazes with him. The unreadable pits his eyes stole her breath. She fell under some sort of spell as she stared at him, as her own orgasm continued to rack her body, as she felt the vicious jets of semen spew into her when he finally gave in to his release.

* * * *

Brit slipped an arm around Lena’s waist as they headed to the ranch house. Watching her with Trey in the pond had been better than any porno he’d ever watched and far better than any show he’d seen at The Cowboy’s Den, even if Trey hadn’t chosen to fully dominate her. He had a feeling his buddy had lost control far sooner than he’d intended. Not that he could really blame the man. Lena possessed an ability neither of them had come across in a woman before. She was getting to them, not just to their heads or their cocks, but their hearts, too.

“Bravo radioed a warning that a group of tangos were headed up the path toward us.” He felt Lena startle and saw Trey’s head snap his way, pure surprise written all over his face.

Yeah, Brit was surprised he’d said it, too. He hadn’t wanted to talk about it to anyone. Yet, Lena had opened the can of worms today and damn if he didn’t feel like it might have actually helped some. Since he’d already started and neither of them had uttered a word, he went on.

“I can’t tell you what we were doing there or where we were.” He stared straight ahead, not really seeing the barn up ahead or the horses that had been let loose to graze in the gated field nearby. He saw darkness broken by flashes of gunfire and explosions. “Hell, I can’t even disclose the extent of why we were sent there.”

Lena’s arm wound around his back as she snuggled closer. He saw Trey move in, too, out of the corner of his eye, likely because Lena was holding his hand with her free one. “Just tell me what you can, okay?”

Brit took a deep breath and pushed it out hard. “I ordered Bravo Team to hold their position. They were on lookout. They did their job.”

“I shouldn’t have listened.”

Trey’s muttered words had Brit stopping in his tracks. He whirled on his friend, pinning him with a hard glare over Lena’s head. “Yes, you fucking should have, and you did. Until the overruling command came from central, you did exactly what you were supposed to do.”