Knights of the Boardroom (26 page)

“Fuck me, baby. You’re pussy is drenched. I swear to God in heaven there is nothing better than knowing how wet you get for us.” Cressi loved the way they talked to her during sex. Hearing them admit how much they wanted her pushed her own arousal even higher. She fucked herself on his cock until she was so close to coming she felt the first spasms flutter along the walls of her vagina—obviously Lawton had felt them too because he stilled her movement a split second before she came. “Not yet, love.”

“No…please. I was so close.” Her words had come out almost as a wail and that was exactly how she felt.

He pulled her down against his chest and turned her face so she was looking into his eyes, “Arch your back. Present that pretty pink rosette to your other Master.” Arching her back, Cressi felt exposed, but the flood of moisture around Lawton’s cock betrayed her arousal. “Baby, I didn’t think this could get any better, but holy fuck you just soaked my cock with your sweet cream and that has to be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.”

While Lawton had been talking, Brodie had been silently massaging her tight rear hole with lube and the feeling of his slick finger fucking the warm gel in and out of her was about to send her over. When he added a second finger, she arched and instinctively pushed back against the invasion. By the time she felt him use three fingers, sweat was beading on her forehead and she was panting as her body pushed for release. Brodie’s voice broke through the haze of lust she’d fallen in to, “Talk to us, pet. Tell your Masters how it feels when my fingers are sliding in and out of your most intimate place.” When she didn’t answer right away, he stopped moving and when she groaned and tried to push against his hand, his tongue circled the shell of her ear, “Tell us or I’ll stop. This area has a very high concentration of nerve endings, if I were to stop and use the flogger right now, your body would shatter but it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as the release you’d get from feeling us both sliding inside you—taking you together is going to be our greatest pleasure.”

“Oh my God, it feels so deliciously naughty. I feel like I’m being really bad, and I don’t care.” As soon as she had spoken the words, both men were in motion and everything seemed to be happening at once. Being at the center of their sexual vortex swamped her senses and Cressi felt as if every cell in her body was responding to each touch. When she felt the broad head of Brodie’s cock press against her rear opening she lost herself to desire and tried to shove back against him.

“Don’t you dare move.” Cressi froze at Brodie’s snarled words—but her muscles were quivering in anticipation and she wasn’t sure how long her mind would be able to hold her body back.

“I’ll hold her. Her body is going to take over and even if she wants to obey, she won’t be able to.” Cressida didn’t know how Lawton had
known
, but she was grateful he’d seen her struggle. “Baby, let him do the work. You can’t rush this or you’re going to injure yourself.” He took a deep breath and then kissed her quickly, “Love, let us take you there, I promise we’ll get you there as quickly as we can safely—because believe me, we’re as anxious to get there as you are.”

Cressi wasn’t entirely convinced Lawton was right about them being as anxious as she was, but now didn’t seem like a good time to debate the issue. Brodie’s fingers were once again spreading lube around the rim of her anus and she groaned and shuddered in response despite her best efforts to be still. Warm words washed over the side of her face and before Brodie once again moved into position, “Pet, we need you to hold back your movements, but we want to hear every groan, every sweet sigh, and most of all we want to hear you screaming our names when you come.”
Oh yeah, no worries, totally on board with the screaming part of the plan. Screaming is a given.

*****

Pressing into Cressida was like being consumed by fire. The heat surrounding him as the tight ring stretched to allow him entrance was like nothing Brodie had ever experienced. Hearing Law’s groan was music to his ears because he knew their little sub was already fluttering on the verge of release. If he could push her over, her muscles would respond to the flood of endorphins and he’d have a small window of time where he’d be able to push through without causing her injury or undue pain. It was a perfect plan—
if
Lawton could hold out against the sweet milking his cock was going to get when Cressida came around him. Brodie wasn’t convinced it was a viable plan because the look on his best friend’s face further convinced him the outcome was anything but assured.

Just as he predicted, Cressida’s sharp intake of breath was immediately followed by a scream that sounded as if she’d meshed their names together, which made him smile. It was also his cue to move and despite Lawton’s curse, Brodie was able to sink all the way in without her realizing what had happened. Riding out wave after wave of her release was the sweetest form of torture. They set a quick pace of alternating strokes before she’d recovered, the goal was to layer one orgasm on top of the other, ensuring this was an experience she would remember fondly for the rest of her life. “You’ll come for us again, pet, but not until I give you permission.”

“I can’t. It’s too much.” He wanted to laugh because she was already beginning to shudder beneath him and there was no way she could hold back. The next few minutes would be burned in Brodie’s mind forever. Nothing was ever going to compare to the first time he and Lawton were able to make love to Cressida at the same time. The incredible intimacy of the moment made him pause for a second, which drew Lawton’s attention.

His best friend’s eyes registered the same emotion Brodie was feeling and he knew between one heartbeat and the next his best friend felt the same soul altering change he’d felt. Nothing was going to stand between him and making Cressida Walker theirs. She owned them both even if she didn’t know it. “Come for us, pet.” He hadn’t even finished speaking when her muscles clamped down so fiercely his breath caught in his throat because it was almost painful. Brodie felt his own release overpowering his control and letting go had never been sweeter. The thin membrane separating him from Lawton did nothing to prevent him from feeling the jerks of release as his friend joined their woman, and with his next breath Brodie let himself freefall over the edge of oblivion.

Brodie had never felt the soul deep connection during sex that he’d experienced a few minutes earlier—it was as if their souls had been fused together in a flash of heat so intense it was as if it had come from another realm. From the first time Brodie had folded Cressida in his embrace, he’d felt like he was sheltering her from the world, and that protectiveness was only becoming stronger over time. As her Dom, their emotional connection was also continuing to strengthen—every smile, every touch, every sexual encounter had built upon the solid foundation of trust they had as friends, but tonight the emotion had been so intense there would never be any way to go back.

It had taken several seconds for Brodie to trust his legs to carry him to the master bath to retrieve the small hand towel he had waiting in warm water and return to the bed. The first touch of the cloth made Cressida stir as she lay sprawled over Lawton. “Hold still, pet. It’s my privilege and honor to care for you, let me enjoy it.” He was thrilled when she settled quickly, her heart recognized their connection and if he wasn’t mistaken, they’d won her heart as well.

*****

Parker stared at his monitor but couldn’t have told you anything about the information he’d just read, his mind was solidly on the woman sleeping peacefully in Tristan’s bed down the hall.
Goddammit to hell—why her? She’s going to be nothing but trouble.
Christ, she already had him talking to himself. It didn’t matter how many reasons there were for
not
getting involved with Carli Walker—there was no denying the absurd level of physical attraction between them. Watching Tristan interact with Carli had assured Parker he wasn’t the only one wildly attracted to the beautiful bundle of trouble.

Carli wasn’t going to like being locked out of the apartment she shared with Cressida, but until his crew finished documenting and then removing every trace of evidence Dale Roberts had planted in their residence
and
on-line, he wasn’t going to compromise her safety. After seeing the elaborate effort the man had made setting up Cressida, Parker wasn’t taking any chances he might shift his obsession to Carli. They would also be following Brodie’s earlier advice and hit all the legal stop-points to cover their asses. They were awaiting approval for a warrant before going to the man’s home—but they all knew it was going to be an exercise in frustration. Roberts had been far too smart up to this point to leave anything incriminating lying carelessly around his own home.

When his phone rang, Parker was surprised to see Manny’s name on the screen. Manuel Gutierrez’s was currently working at JFK International Airport, and Parker was convinced the human race had yet to invent an aircraft the man couldn’t fly. Templar Enterprises had been trying to recruit him for months, hoping he’d head up their plan to put together a small fleet of aircraft to serve their growing business needs, but given the time of day Parker doubted that was the nature of this call.

By the time he hung up, Parker wanted to put his fist through the nearest wall. Finding out Dale Roberts had slipped through their fingers was infuriating. Of course it was an interesting coincidence that the court’s computer system had crashed an hour after they’d submitted their request for a search warrant. Parker was willing to bet the system had miraculously been restored within minutes of Roberts’ takeoff. Parker knew the man must still be tapping into their system because he was staying at least two steps ahead of them at every turn.
I swear if he wasn’t driving me bat-shit crazy I’d hire him.

Parker was striding confidently down the hall toward Tristan’s room before he even realized he was moving. He hadn’t know what to expect, but the vision laying so beautifully bare was both a visual blessing and a curse to his control. Carli had been sleeping soundly when Lawton and Brodie had taken Cressida home several hours earlier, she’d also been wearing one of Tristan’s shirts. That certainly wasn’t the case now. Obviously she was comfortable sleeping nude and Parker was far more pleased with that knowledge than he had a right to be. Her hair was spread out around her in a jumble of silky waves and the low light in the room appeared to be drawn to subtle colors that gave the brunette beauty’s mane a depth that cameras failed to do justice. Carli wasn’t as curvy as her sister, she was also a bit taller, but aside from those rather insignificant differences the women were almost identical in appearance. The real difference between them could be found in their personalities.

Having worked with Cressida for two years, Parker had been continually impressed with her ability to bring order to even the most chaotic situations. But in the short time he’d known Carli he swore she was a very beautiful Tasmanian devil, spinning in like a tornado to disrupt things and then spiraling right back out just as quickly. Parker knew Cressida recognized herself as a sexual submissive—he’d bet his interest in The Knight’s Club Carli was going to fight her surrender every step of the way.

“She looks like an angel, doesn’t she?” Tristan’s softly spoken words pulled Parker back to the moment.

“Looks are deceiving.”

“Perhaps, but I don’t believe so.” Parker recognized Tristan’s tone, he hadn’t heard it often but knew it meant his best friend wasn’t going to be easily deterred from whatever goal he’d set—and right now it was crystal clear that goal was spread out in front of them like a feast waiting to be devoured.

Leaning against the door’s wooden frame, Parker crossed his arms and stared into the dark corner where he knew his friend was sitting despite the fact he couldn’t actually see him. “Don’t you think it’s a little creepy sitting in here watching her sleep?”

“Said the kettle to the pot.” Tristan’s mocking words contrasted to his tone, which was filled with humor. One of the things Parker had always admired about his aristocratic friend was his ability to laugh at himself—despite his royal connections, the man was the very definition of humble.

“She’s going to drive us insane, you know.” He knew he’d just conceded the argument, but the truth was he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to walk away from the powerful attraction he felt for Carli Walker. Shoving away from the doorframe, he made his way over to the other wing-backed chair in the small seating area at the back of Tristan’s master suite. Turning the chair so he sat alongside his friend, he kept his eyes on Carli as he recounted what he’d just learned about Dale Roberts leaving the country. “The son of a bitch is a threat no matter where he is—if he has internet access, he’s a fucking problem.”

“Agreed. Is there any reason to visit his estate? Something tells me that would simply be playing into his hand.” Parker couldn’t argue with Tristan’s logic, but in the end, it wasn’t his call. As the head of security for T.E.G., Parker could push the issue but he wouldn’t. In this he and Roberts were alike, the work ahead of them could be done from anywhere in the world as long as they had access to the web.

“I’ll let Brodie and Lawton call this one. For what it’s worth, I think you’re right and something about that grates on my last nerve. I think the only way to beat Roberts is to do what he least expects—we’ll have to keep him guessing. So far he’s made all the first moves and I hate playing defense.” And it was also a gross understatement to say Templar’s legal guru hated being forced to approach any problem from a defensive position, Parker couldn’t remember a time Brodie had been content to be passive when faced with a challenge—until Cressida Walker. Parker could only hope their friends pulled their heads out of their asses soon and told Cressida where their hearts were before it was too late.