Louisa Neil (15 page)

“It’s going to be a long night,” she said to her reflection, wondering if she had time to slip a dildo inside her for just a few minutes. She decided if she did, she’d never leave the house.

There was a cab waiting outside her door when she was ready to leave, one sent by Dane. She took the ride, not wanting to deal with walking in high heels. Arriving at their home, she noted how much work had been done. The front yard was manicured and the plantings trimmed. It seemed there were lights on in every room, along with people mulling on the front porch and inside. With the windows open, the curtains drifted in and out, allowing her glimpses of the interior. She smiled and nodded to those on the porch with their drinks in hand. Diana held back a laugh, knowing they seemed stunned at her appearance. She didn’t have to turn around to know they were already whispering about her new look.

The front door was open, and the music was soft in the background. She pulled a breath and took a glass of wine from a passing waiter. To her left, Dane was pointing out moldings to someone. To the right, Sloan was holding a crystal vase, discussing the facets with a man she didn’t know. She had to admit, a lot of work had been done. The whole place sparkled and shined. There was a thick black ribbon tied across the bottom of the staircase, a polite reinforcement that the upstairs rooms were off-limits. The furniture in each room seemed as if it had been built for that exact space. Glancing to Sloan, she raised her glass and nodded. Dane seemed deep in conversation, so she continued down the hallway, curious about what they’d done with the library.

She stood in the doorway, taking in the room. Every shelf was full of books and crystal. The furniture was comfortable looking with table lamps and pole lamps set in various spots for reading. The fire was lit and burning brightly. Diana decided it was the most comfortable spot she’d seen. Sipping at her wine, she scanned the titles of the books on the shelves. She knew people filtered in and out, conversations continuing around her, and she didn’t care. There was a new aloofness about her, a new inner strength that showed outwardly, confidence, she decided, and she liked the feeling. Diana sensed Dane was behind her before she saw him. Turning, she wasn’t surprised to see Sloan standing beside him.

“You’ve done an amazing job,” she said, tipping her glass at the men in a toast.

“Thank you, Diana. But the bones of the house were here, we just moved in some of our belongings.” Sloan tipped his glass to her and sipped.

“There’s something different about you tonight,” Dane said, more to himself than to her or Sloan.

“You’re just not used to seeing me with my hair down and out of work clothes.”

“That, too, but it’s something else.” He let out a sigh and smiled. “Whatever it is, it works for you.” Someone called to him from the other room, and he left.

“Dane’s being polite. To me, you look like a woman who has been thoroughly fucked and sated.”

She didn’t react to his words. Instead, she smiled and turned back to the books. “Whatever it takes,” she said.

“You wear it well,” he added, leaving her alone in the library.

“Well, that could have been worse,” she whispered to the shelves and held back a laugh. Yes, she had been thoroughly fucked and sated like never before. What she’d considered as sated before was now just a tease. She made a point of wandering around the rest of the downstairs, nodding to several people but avoiding conversations. Nearing nine, all the waitstaff requested everyone to the dining room. From the doorway, Diana watched Sloan and Dane standing side by side. They were very at ease with each other, she decided. While Sloan was much taller and darker, Dane was more relaxed. They both wore black slacks and tailored shirts without ties. Sloan’s was a black, silky-looking material while Dane’s white shirt looked more like a heavily starched cotton. They toasted their guests and thanked everyone for coming to celebrate their new home.

She wanted to ask why two well-heeled men wanted to live together but didn’t. It was obvious they could have each had their own home, yet they chose to share this one. She had a passing thought that they might enjoy each other’s company sexually and had to choke back the realization Martin had given her last night. Would she take them both as lovers, and would they use each other, too? Her mind spun at the concept, and she realized that Martin’s words were true. She could have them both at the same time. In reality, after her night with her monster, she realized it would take two men and two cocks to fill her as she’d been last night.

In a passing moment, she pictured them together, Dane lying on his back as she straddled him, his cock in her pussy. The same picture had Sloan leaning over her back with his cock nestled in her pussy, too. For a second she decided it could never work, yet in the back of her mind she understood this would happen. It was destined to happen in some way. Her inner sense was at work again, this time reinforcing Martin’s words. The more she thought about having both men, the more she liked the idea, as long as she was in control sometimes.

Only sometimes, she reinforced to herself.

She wanted dominant men who would ravish her until she couldn’t handle any more. Diana hid her smile with her glass and couldn’t wait to get home and hopefully to her dream lover. She wanted one more thing from Martin, wanted to feel him fuck her ass. She now knew that with Sloan and Dane together, they could both satisfy her, but she still wanted Martin.

She was able to slip away near ten when the crowd was thinning. She gave them the correct compliments and declined to stay and have another glass of wine when everyone was gone. Sloan didn’t seem angry when she refused his request, rather gave her a knowing smile, one that she didn’t like because it spoke of his knowing her secret. Well, she decided in the cab ride home, he might know her secret about Dane, but he couldn’t know her secret about Martin, never would.

* * * *

Sloan stood with his elbow resting on the mantle of the fireplace in the library, a drink in his other hand. He hated the noise of the caterers cleaning up, the din of their conversation and clanking dishes putting him deeper on edge. Thankfully, Dane was dealing with them, and he was able to retreat to the somewhat quiet of this room. He’d been upstairs and checked to make sure nobody had breached their private living quarters. He and Dane had kept an eye on the area, ready to stop anyone who might think to explore beyond their bounds. He was also thankful that Dane had had the forethought to have the caterers clean the library first so he could shut himself away. He hated having strangers in his private space, the invasion almost unthinkable. But he’d agreed with Dane, the “housewarming,” as they’d dubbed it, was necessary in many directions, both business and personal. First, they wanted to alleviate some of the tension at the newspaper office. He decided they’d managed that, although socializing with the employees was a waste of his time. He did acknowledge that it was the best way to get Diana to the house again. A private invitation wouldn’t have worked. She would have found excuses, and he was tired of wasting time. He finished the rest of his drink and walked across the room to refill it. There he heard Dane’s laugh, along with some of the catering staff, and finally, vehicle doors closing.

Dane threw open the library doors and entered with a huge smile on his face. “They’re gone,” he said and dropped onto the nearest sofa, toeing off his shoes before dropping his feet on the table before him. “I think it went reasonably well, don’t you?”

“I suppose, but I still hate wasting time and letting those simpering employees into our private space.”

“Sloan, you are such a tight ass at times,” Dane teased.

“All the better for you,” he snapped back before finally relaxing and letting himself laugh a bit. He poured a second drink and handed it to Dane before going back to the fireplace. “Did you look around? Does anything seem to be missing?”

“I glanced around. I don’t think anyone stole anything. Besides, we made a point of not putting out certain objects until this was over.”

“Good. When the holidays come, we’ll rent out a restaurant and have the party there. I’m done with inviting strangers here.”

“I agree, but we decided it was a means to an end.”

“Yes, yes. I’m just glad it’s over.”

“So what did you think of her tonight? Did you see that body under all that silky material? It was all I could do to keep from throwing her over the back of a sofa and fucking her right then.”

“I’m sure she might have had something to say about that. Diana doesn’t like people in general. I doubt she’d want to be the center of their attention. From what you’ve told me, once she gets in the mood, she’s all woman, hot and horny. But when she’s done, she wants nothing to do with you. I’d assume it would be the same with any man.”

“Just like you, Sloan. You hate having to deal with people in general. But you have to admit, she did look hot.”

“Hot? I almost blew my load the minute she walked in. There was nothing but pure woman under that dress.”

“Yeah, that was a side of her I thought we’d have to work on, but she took the step all on her own tonight. I doubt she’ll keep the look by Monday. She’ll be back in the basement in chinos and work boots.”

“Yeah, along with those knit, three-button shirts. Why would she think they’re attractive? I just don’t get it.” Sloan sipped from his drink.

“She does it on purpose, not to be noticed or singled out. Haven’t you realized that about her yet? We consider you reclusive, but she’s just as bad.” Dane laughed at his own comment.

“That’s part of her appeal,” Sloan commented, pausing to toss another log on the fire. “Are we all locked up and alone?”

“Done and done. All that’s left to our evening is our own private gratification.”

Sloan nodded and used his finger to motion Dane to him. Dane didn’t lose any time making his way across the room. Their kiss was hot from the start, tongues battling for supremacy over the kiss. Dane’s fingers ran down Sloan’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. His lips captured Sloan’s nipple, licking and sucking while he dropped his other hand to Sloan’s cock.

“You’re already erect.”

“Have been all night.” Sloan reached to Dane’s shoulder and gently pushed him downward. It didn’t take any more pressure for Dane to drop to his knees before him and unzip his pants, carefully taking Sloan’s erection from the material. He licked his lips and captured the head of the cock immediately. Then he began the onslaught Sloan had waited all night for. “That’s it, Dane. Ease me,” he said, closing his eyes while the other man licked up the droplets of pre-cum their kisses had created. When Dane took his length between his lips and started to inch him deeper down his throat, Sloan finally relaxed. “Take yours out. Let me see how full you are.”

He watched Dane open his pants and push them down his hips, his full cock bobbing to life in the freedom of the air. “Go ahead, stroke it while you suck me, but don’t come.” Dane never lost a beat of sucking Sloan’s cock while releasing his own. He used one hand on his own erection and his other on Sloan’s, gliding the skin forward and back while he swallowed him in small increments. “Use your teeth.” Dane automatically began to use his teeth to scrape along Sloan’s skin while sucking him. Sloan grabbed a handful of Dane’s brown hair and pulled him off his cock, forcing Dane to look up at him. “Carefully,” he added and released his hold.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to break your skin. Then you wouldn’t fuck me.”

Sloan continued to sip his drink while Dane sucked his cock. When he felt the familiar stirrings deep inside him, he took a step back, pulling his cock from Dane’s lips. He turned and sat on the cushioned ottoman before a reading chair and reached to Dane, helping him to rise and stand before him. With his hands on Dane’s hips, Sloan directed Dane’s cock to his lips and swallowed the stiff staff in one long pull.

Dane wavered above him and groaned. “That’s amazing,” he said.

“I know. How do you want to come?”

“With your cock in my ass, of course.” Dane moved from Sloan and pushed his pants to his ankles. Then he reached to the fireplace mantle and held on. Sloan didn’t need any more instruction. While he stood and pushed down his own pants, Dane turned and dropped back to his knees, sucking Sloan’s cock until it was slick with his saliva. Then he stood and took his spot back before the fireplace. With a step, Sloan had Dane by the hips, tugging him back to meet his erection. In one push, he was deep inside the other man. Dane’s groan was his reward.

“How do you want it?” Sloan stroked slowly in and out of Dane’s body.

“Hard and fast. I’ve been horny all night.”

Sloan grasped his hips harder and began to fuck his ass with quick, short strokes. When he was nearing his breaking point, he told Dane, “Go ahead, stroke yours. Come on the fire, and I’ll come inside you.”

Dane grasped the mantle harder with one hand and dropped the other to his cock, pulling it back and forth while Sloan hastened his pace. When Sloan came, his whole body shook. He knew Dane felt the same pulse through him as his cum spurted onto the flames. They stood just for a moment before Sloan took a step back, releasing Dane.

“I needed that,” Sloan said, reaching down to pull up his pants.

“So did I, and I needed it hours ago.” Dane, too, bent down to pull up his pants. “Shall we head upstairs?”

“No, is the hot tub ready?”