Three Men and a Woman: Evangeline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

Relentlessly he pumped into her, grunting out urgent words at her ear, inciting her with those knowing hands, steering her into that same mindless haze. Flaunting his control of her.

“Come, Evvie. I need you to come.”

He spoke gruffly, his face nuzzling her back, her neck. He pinched harder, thrust harder.

She felt so taken by him, enveloped, bound. Each thrust took him deeply into her, literally staking her as his. He ground into her, stimulating her ass with unexpectedly arousing results. His body covered her. His fingers drove her. His breath was hers.

He fucked her harder, faster, urging her, entreating.

It was beyond her power to stop it, to contain it.

She started to buck, movements that would have been wild but for the dampening effects of his command over her. The orgasm that came was all the more powerful for it, intensified by her helplessness to do anything but take it.

She cried out, thinking she was done, but he pushed her further. She called his name, and he answered back with hers.

But he wasn’t easing up, wasn’t telling her he was through with her. He was demanding more.

He wrapped an arm around her, low across her belly. Holding her hard against him, he lifted her as he went back on his knees.

He had her splayed out then, his thighs pressing hers wide, her body suspended by virtue of his cock impaling her pussy. He gripped her, his hands at her hips, his thumbs kneading her ass.

He kept fucking into her, groaning and huffing out his pleasure.

She knew she would have to come again, knew he wouldn’t give in until she did. She’d have known it by his actions—the way he found her clit again, the way the thumb of his other hand crept closer to her little anal opening.

But his words left no doubt of it. They were crude, earthy, and urgent. “You’re not done, Ev. You’re going to fucking come again. Give over, goddammit. Come, you—”

Bitch
. He’d almost said it.

She wouldn’t have cared if he had. She, who’d made love three times in her life, all of them on one sorrowful night, wanted to be this man’s bitch.

She must have been saving up.

“Briggs!”

Maybe she was giving him permission, instruction, even. He took it that way, in any case.

His thumb that had been creeping, teasing, hovered no more. He touched her, right there, at her anal opening, even as he fucked her. He circled, gently stimulating, talking to her all the while. Telling her how pretty she was, how hot.

Her breath skittered out as he pressed in. He just barely penetrated, just enough for her to feel the circumference of the tip of his thumb, the rough scratch of his nail.

“Briggs.” There was no instruction in it now, no certainty.

“Yes, baby. It’s okay.”

He pushed in further, the whole of his first knuckle, and circled, reaming her.

It was a chilling, gripping, gritty feeling.

And good. Surprisingly, wickedly pleasing.

“Briggs.”

That was better, and he knew it. “Yes, baby. Fuck, yes.”

He arched back, fucking harder into her, snarling his own pleasure.

He pinched her clit, fucked her hard, and thrust his thumb up her ass.

They were both gone then. She cried out, breaths huffing through her throat with the force of his hard thrusts. He fucked her and howled, rubbing her clit and vibrating his thumb in her ass.

The ending came hard, with spasmodic, pained thrusts and harsh jerks of their bodies. He let loose feral growls as he came, emptying into her in strong, hot spurts.

She loved that. Even as she wracked with her own orgasm, a brutal, unearthly, wild climax, she felt it, savored it.

Briggs, giving himself to her. Growling, cursing, undone. Hers.

* * * *

Briggs collapsed on top of her. Fucked. Out.

He eased out of her. Both parts of her, and wasn’t that a hell of a thing.

Eight years ago, she’d been a virgin. And knowing his Evvie girl, she might not be any more experienced than when he’d left her that night.

Until now.

She’d loved him, loved them all, really. And though it was a girlish love, based on her profound neediness as a child, he figured her to be loyal and true. He and Gio and Chase were probably it for her.

Again, it wasn’t a thing he should be proud of—or take advantage of, either.

He hoped he hadn’t. Sincerely hoped it.

He’d spent eight years rarely thinking about her—just brief random thoughts when she crossed his mind. Fond thoughts, but casual. She was always there for him, important back story but not really significant to the day.

And now this.

She was a remarkable woman—talented and beyond lovely and freaking game, sexually speaking. He’d pushed her, well past anything he’d ever done during his first night with a woman.

And he couldn’t count this as anything but his first night with her.

He should have done better.

“That wasn’t it, either.” He moved to her side and helped her nudge around so she faced him. She was still looking pretty glazed. He thought that might be good.

“Wasn’t what?”

She could barely keep her eyes open.
Oh, yeah
.

“My best. My moves.”

She sighed and looked at him with just one eye now. “What do you want from me, Henriksen?”

Romance. Tenderness.

Or, more, those were the things he wanted to give her. Yeah, that was more it.

“I meant to be gentler, easier on—” He sighed. “Evvie girl, tell me. How many men have you let make love to you?”

“What are you really wondering, Briggs?”

He looked at her. Her soft gaze, her pretty face, that lush body. She let him look. She was open to him.

“I’m wondering if maybe I’m right in guessing you haven’t made love to anyone since that night I came to you.”

“Does it matter?”

It seemed to, but he couldn’t explain why. “I don’t know.”

She bit her lip and watched him for a long moment. “I haven’t made love since that night.”

He knew it. That was his girl. Loyal to a fault. Was that a burden or a blessing to him? He wasn’t sure.

He lifted up on his elbow and cupped her face. “Then that was too much. All those things I did to you.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Her eyes sparked, and he kissed her. He had to. “You really are a bitch.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re making me cry.”

That was a throwback to some pre-pubescent disagreement in the tree house. It made him grin.

He patted her ass—maybe a little more than a pat. “Get up. We have champagne to drink.”

* * * *

Evangeline used the bathroom first, and just that fast Briggs had chilled champagne, glasses, and an assortment of desserts set out on the stone terrace. She’d planned to drive home after the ceremony and hadn’t come prepared for a sleepover. So when she joined him, she’d wrapped herself in his discarded shirt, folding the torn cuffs up to above her wrists. She could tell he liked seeing her that way—in his shirt, a symbol of his ownership.

He looked good to her, too. He’d pulled on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms that hung below his waist just so. The ripped muscles of his abdomen directed the eye to his groin.

Or maybe her eye just naturally went there.

He handed her a glass and made a formal toast of it. She knew he was sincere, honestly glad for her success and the recognition that the Benny represented. She smiled and sipped the champagne. She knew something about wine now, and this was good.

She gestured to the bottle, the setting. “You were sure I would be here.”

“I was sure I could drink a bottle of champagne on my own if I had to. But yes, I wanted you here, from the moment I saw you in the parking lot. I’m very glad I’m not drinking alone. I love that you’re here, Evvie girl.”

Evvie girl
. That generated a sweet little twist in her heart. Years ago she’d tried countering with “Briggs boy,” but it hadn’t been the same. In no way could she casually minimize, diminutize, his importance to her. But she’d been his Evvie girl, and she still was.

No matter that she was a woman now.

He took her hand, sat at the table, and pulled her into his lap. He kissed her gently, then took his time feeding her sips of champagne and bits of dessert. When his hands were empty, he had them on her—rubbing her back through the fabric of his shirt, running his fingers along the bare skin of her legs.

They watched the stars come out and then the moon rise, quietly chatting about their pasts, their work, and their lives and then spending long, comfortable minutes in silence. Briggs talked more than she did, and told more than she did.

Eventually, his touches became more intentioned. When he skimmed his hand up her thigh, his thumb stroked near her center. When he cupped her neck to bring her mouth to his, his hand ended up sliding down between her breasts, opening the shirt. He rubbed there, over her sternum, and then over her breast. He gently thumbed her nipple, making it hard again.

“This is what I meant. I meant to entice you, to seduce you. I wanted to savor you, give us both pleasure.”

If he’d given her any more pleasure, she wouldn’t have been able to walk. But she understood him. She knew he didn’t want her to dismiss his intent. “You’re sweet, Briggs, very sweet. I like this.”

She’d liked the other, too, though he seemed a bit repentant about it. She liked—
loved—
that she’d driven him to it, to take her, have her in greedy, needy urgency. That he’d driven her up against the door, not gentling her at all but just thrusting in. That he’d covered her, mounted her from behind, probed his thumb into her ass.

He’d used her hard, apparently very much not what he’d intended.

She’d reveled in it. Mostly, she loved that she had the power to make him crazy, that the passion he had for her was almost beyond his control. That was very heady, very gratifying.

But she’d loved the hot sex of it, too. What a surprise that was. She’d spent eight years without a man’s touch, not even really aware she missed it. But once he’d touched her, she’d been ready for anything. She’d loved it all, would have denied him nothing. Nothing.

Apparently, the man had some skills, because she hadn’t lied about this, either. What he was doing to her now was very, very nice. He kissed her gently, longingly. He caressed her breasts and thumbed her nipples. He pressed his fist between her legs, lazily knuckling her.

Then he’d stop and do it all over again from the beginning.

It was sweet, so sweet, and so not enough. She started to quiver, her breath catching and her bottom wiggling, seeking…more. She sank her fingers into his hair and grasped him, tugging his mouth back to hers.

He held back, resisting until she complained.

“Patience, Evangeline.”

“I need—”

“Shh. Patience, girl.”

She was pretty sure he held back a chuckle. He was lucky she held back from swatting him. But when she moaned another complaint, he relented.

Looking into her face he rose, holding her in his arms. He carried her back inside and laid her on his open bed. Still watching her, he walked around the room. He picked up clothing as he went, fairly neatly hanging their suits in the closet, and turning off lights. She was moonlit then, and he stood looking down at her for so long that she became self-conscious, taking the tails of the shirt in her hands to cover herself.

He wouldn’t allow it. He raised an imperious brow and tugged the shirt loose from her fingers. Then he spread it open, putting her on display for his pleasure.

“This is what I want. You are so lovely, Evvie.”

It was a gratifying bit of adoration. She was prepared to wallow in it, until his next words.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Show me your cunt.”

She shivered then, a hot sexual thrill overriding his sweet seduction.

It went on like that for the next hours. He’d court her, seduce her, with gentle touches and kisses, then swoop down and draw her nipple hard into his mouth. He’d touch and caress, sweet enticements, then thrust two fingers up her pussy. He used his mouth on her, taking her to the brink then leaving her hanging while he tongued his way back to her mouth, bringing her taste with him. He touched her everywhere, loved her everywhere.

Until she was a hot mess, begging him to finish it, crying for relief.

“Yes, baby. Yes.”

He lifted over her. He’d used his big, hard cock everywhere on her—sliding it along her cheek, rubbing over her nipples. Finally,
finally
, he shoved it into her. She was so needy she started coming right away. He held still and let her do it, let her fuck herself to orgasm on his cock.

Right away she knew he wasn’t done with her. He let her have her way until she groaned and collapsed, but still he held above her.