RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy (16 page)

"But what buttercup?"

I missed the dangerous sparkle in his eyes.

"But this is taking things too far. It's bad enough that I might be pregnant. We should get to know each other before we get married. And you should at least ask!"

I saw his jaw clenching spasmodically as he leaned over me. I was boxed in, trapped by his thick arms braced against the door.

"Besides, you don't even like me! You only want me now because you think I'm a mindless sex slave!"

He laughed.

"Is that what you think? Don't get me wrong, the past few days have had their perks. But they were a means to an end."

"What?"

"I want you as you are. Even though you are a massive pain in the ass. You're
my
massive pain in the ass."

He stepped forward, and held up his hand. I could barely think with him standing so close to me. I whimpered, my body trembling with need.

That's when I saw what he was holding. It was the remote control. My eyes dashed to his face and I froze.

"Please... no..."

He turned it up.

All the way up.

I doubled over, nearly falling to the floor as the orgasm washed through me. And just like that, it was gone. My orgasm drifted away, leaving me more frustrated than before.

And that was saying something.

"Please... Oh God... Jackson..."

He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. Then he pulled my clothes off slowly, kissing every inch of me. Finally he pulled off the butterfly shaped vibrator.

I watched as he stripped. Then he climbed on top of me, guiding his cock to my pussy. I moaned at the feel of him- silky and hard and hot.

He nudged his way inside me and stopped, staring down at me.

"You're right."

"Hmmfff... what?"

"I should have asked."

He pulled out and slid back inside me again. I moaned, arching against his gorgeous body. I felt the beginnings of an epic orgasm coming. The past three days of pent up desire were about to come to a grand finale.

"Oh God!"

He pulled out and drove his cock home again.

"So, I'm asking."

"Hmmmmffff... what..."

"Angelina Randall, will you marry me?"

He pulled out again and waited. I stared down at his cock, just out of reach. I was not too proud to beg.

"Jackson... please..."

He just stared at me. I wiggled underneath him, desperate for him to fuck me. He shook his head.

"Not yet."

I groaned in frustration, closing my eyes.

"Will you marry me?"

"Jackson!"

He pressed his cock just inside my pussy and waited.

"Will you marry me?"

He drove forward, embedding himself fully inside me.

"YES! OH GOD YES!"

My whole body erupted in a massive orgasm. He murmured encouragement as he started to fuck me with long, deep strokes. I could not stop coming as he rode me. It felt like an hour went by until I heard what he was saying.

"That's it... good girl... God, I love you Angie..."

Through the haze I finally realized what he was saying. He loved me? This big, arrogant, domineering man actually loved me?

I came again, my pussy convulsing as I felt him start to spurt his load deep inside me.

"I love you baby, that's it, finish with me..."

It took forever for the trembling to stop. He didn't pull out, dragging me to the side with him so we faced each other. He kissed me tenderly, nuzzling my face and neck.

I started to drift off, a huge smile on my face.

He loved me.
 

Chapter Twenty-Two

Daniel

Jackson was a genius. I would never doubt my older brother's wisdom again. Not that I did all that often, but this had settled the case once and for all.

I stared down at Francesca. She was glaring at me from where I'd tied her spread eagle on the bed. Her gorgeous body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Especially her gorgeous, pillow soft pussy lips that were so obviously swollen with desire.

I grinned, running the feather over her skin. She arched her back, hissing behind the ball gag I'd purchased online.

I'd bought lots of fun little toys online. Some were Jackson's recommendations. Others were all my own wicked imagination.

Like the leash and patent leather kitty cat ears.

She especially hated the leash.

Not that she could tell me so. Not with the gag muffling the angry sounds coming from her mouth. I was sure she wanted to say all kinds of things to me right now.

But all I wanted was a yes.

I'd asked the damn woman to marry me about fifty times over the past six months. I'd been in love with her practically since the moment I met her, even though she'd mistaken me for a stablehand. She loved me too dammit!

I just had to get her to admit it.

"Here kitty kitty kitty..."

She moaned as I tossed the feather aside, leaning down to lick her swollen pussy lips. I'd been doing this for hours. Bringing her to the brink with my tongue and fingers and then stopping, and switching to the feather. Her gorgeous thighs flexed as she rocked her hips, desperate for her release.

I pulled her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it rapidly. I could tell she was close when I stopped abruptly. I blew cool air on her pussy, licking my lips regretfully.

"I don't want to stop, you know. You are making me do this."

I pulled the gag free, offering her a sip of water. She cursed at me in Italian, something she only did when she was really, really mad. I started to put the gag back in.

"Wait!"

I raised my eyebrows, waiting.

"What the hell do you want, Daniel?"

"I want you."

"I'm here dammit! I'm getting bored with your little game."

I dragged my finger down her chest to her pussy, twirling it over her nub. She moaned, rocking her hips instinctively.

"Are you?"

"Damn you! What will it take to make you stop?"

"I want you to say the words."

"Fine. What words?"

I stared deep into her beautiful eyes and stroked her clit.

"I love you."

She glared at me. I shook my head, putting the gag back in place.

"Maybe in a few more hours you will be more agreeable."

"Hmmffff!!!"

I pulled the gag out again.

"Yes?"

"Fine, I love you! Please untie me now."

I smiled at her.

"I know you do Countess. I just wanted to hear you say it."

"Please Daniel... I can't take much more of this."

I shook my head.

"That was only the first part."

She swallowed nervously.

"What is the second part?"

"Oh nothing. Just a lifetime commitment."

Her eye grew wide with horror.

"Say you will marry me Francesca."

"Daniel- please... You know I don't believe in marriage."

"But I do."

I smiled at her, my fingers busy with her nipples now. She moaned, trying to focus. I didn't make it any easier on her.

"Do you want me to marry you just to appease you? That's insanity! What if we get bored of each other? What if-"

I stood up and started stripping.

"I won't get bored."

Her eyes were glued to my cock as I stood up, fully undressed. I stroked it slowly, staring between her legs.

"Will you?"

Her breath was coming rapidly.

"No, I don't think I will."

I grinned.

"So?"

"Daniel please- don't make me do this."

I shook my head, pushing the ball gag back into place. Then I crossed the room, digging out a butt plug with a long fluffy black tail, thigh high boots and a latex corset.

"Okay then. Let's get started."

Francesca

I hung from the ceiling, balanced precariously on a pair of absurdly high heeled boots. Shoes that only a hooker would wear. 'Come fuck me boots', we used to call them.
 

If only Daniel would actually fuck me!

I could see myself in the mirror. I looked ridiculous. Like a blow up doll on steroids. The corset pushed my bare tits up and out. My nipples were red from Daniel's fingers and lips. I looked like a stripper on Halloween with the damn cat ears. The tail was the worst though. It was attached to a plug that Daniel had gently pushed into my ass, making me feel strangely overstuffed.

A fucking tail!

My wrists were bound together and attached to a rope that hung from a sturdy hook in the ceiling. My ankles were held apart by a metal bar with fasteners at each end.

'A spreader' Daniel had called it.

I was well and truly spread. I couldn't have closed my legs if I wanted to. I couldn't even rub them together to ease the ache between them.

That was definitely deliberate.

Daniel stood behind me, his eyes eating up my obscene reflection in the mirror. His cock rubbed against my pussy lips as he taunted me, pinching my nipples as he grinded into me, not penetrating me at all.

 
My traitorous body was responding for the hundredth time. He hadn't touched my clit in an hour. He'd just been toying with me to get me to do what he wanted. I hated it.

But it was working.

He stepped away, one hand on his cock. I watched as he stroked it, his other hand on my ass. Then he pulled his hand back and smacked me.

Hard.

I shook, barely able to keep my feet.

I watched in horrified fascination as he spanked me, one cheek after the other. Each time my breasts bounced obscenely. Each time, I felt myself getting a little bit more turned on.

So was he.
 

He was breathing heavily as he started to work his cock in earnest. I moaned, desperate to feel it inside me. He was going to finish without me!

I watched as he pumped the cum out of his shaft. It spilled over his hand like a creamy vanilla milkshake.

He held up his hand and offered me some, pulling the gag aside.

To my shame, I licked his fingers clean.

Eagerly.

"You know I hate to waste it but..."

I moaned as he slid his clean fingers into my pussy.

"Are you ready to be a good girl now?"

I nodded, desperate for him to let me come.

"Will you marry me Francesca?"

"Hmmmfff... oh God... don't stop..."

He stopped.

"Tsk tsk. I guess we have a long night ahead of us."

"Night? It's barely lunch time!"

He grinned and popped the ball gag back into place. Then he lowered himself to his knees. I felt his soft lips against me as he nibbled my pussy. He took tiny teasing bites, licking and stroking.

It felt divine.

But it was far too soft to get me off.

I was so close I could have screamed in frustration.

Before the night was over, I did.

Daniel was right; it was a very, very long night.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jackson

I was pacing back and forth in the living room. Guests were due to start arriving in a half an hour. I had been circling the property every ten minutes since earlier this morning, just to make sure I didn't lose my bride.

I had a terrible feeling she was going to make a run for it.

"Have you seen her? Where is she?"

"She's in the guest room with Casey getting ready. Relax Jackson."

I scowled at my brother. Jake looked supremely relaxed in his black tux. Of course he was relaxed! His bride to be had already agreed to marry him!

Daniel walked in with a cup of coffee. He looked tired, but happy.

Everyone was so damn pleased with themselves this morning.

Except me.

I was petrified.

All these years, not knowing I could want somebody this badly. Not knowing I could need them. Or love them.

Now that I had her, I was terrified I would lose her.

It was the first time I'd ever been afraid since my mother's illness. Those long years of not knowing what would happen, of feeling helpless. She'd been so young, so lovely.

Losing her had been the worst thing that ever happened to me.

It was sobering but I had a terrible feeling that losing the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with would be worse.

I closed my eyes, sending a private message to heaven.

Mom, I know you would approve of my choice. I wish you were here so she could know you. She reminds me a lot of you. At least where it counts anyway.

I grinned. My mother had been sweet as pie. But Angie was like her in a lot of ways. Kind, to others if not always to me. Loyal to a fault. Tenacious.

Strong and beautiful.

I was proud to call her my wife.

Or I would be, if the ceremony ever got underway.

There was another reason I wanted this over with quickly too. One that I definitely did not want my brothers finding out about. It had something to do with what Angie had done when I'd finally untied her last night... I felt my cheeks growing hot just thinking about it.

"Come on Jacks, it's time to take our places."

I heaved a sigh of relief, following them to the oak tree out back. That's where the ceremony would take place. All three ceremonies. All at the same time.

Our mother would approve of that too.

She might not approve of how we'd gotten our brides to the altar, but I knew she'd be forgiving. She'd want us to be happy, no matter what it took.

After all, she had loved her sons more than anything.

Angelina

"You look beautiful."

I smiled at Casey in the mirror, putting on the earrings that had been provided for me. The extravagant jewelry was on loan, from Francesca's collection of precious gems. Everything had been seen to, right down the undergarments.

Or lack thereof.

"You do too."

Casey wore a stunning sky blue silk gown, also on loan from Francesca. It brought out her eyes and those adorable freckles of hers. I stood and smoothed my designer wedding dress over my hips. It was deceptively simple, with a sweetheart neckline, knee length pencil skirt and cap sleeves. It fit me perfectly, with some help from the seamstress who had come early this morning.