The Satin Sash

“Let him go, Grey,”Toni said.

The breath tore out of him when Grey rammed an elbow into his back, pain shooting up his neck as he dropped him down a notch. “He apologizes first.”

“Fuck you.”

“You either get yourself under control, or I take care of it for you, Heath.”

Heath slammed his head back, intent in breaking his nose, but Grey was fast, ducking to evade the blow while Heath managed to yank free. A wide distance crept between them as they faced each other, their gazes colliding with conflict.

Heath clamped his jaw tight. Grey was not what he wanted. “I’m not going to fucking hurt her,” he snapped, his attention shifting to Toni.

Heath glared past Grey’s shoulder, his lungs burning for air, his eyes holding a pair of vivid green ones in the darkness. In a hoarse, broken voice, he said, “I still want to fuck you until you scream.”

Her reply was what he’d expected, but her words held no force. “I still want to claw your eyes out.”

Grey stood guard beside the bed, his tension palpable as Heath approached her. Deliberately slowly, he lifted her hand and set it against his cheek. “Do your worst to me,” he whispered.

She was panting softly. God, would his cock stop coming up for her? How many times must he screw her? A dozen, two dozen? Her hand lay motionless on his jaw. He was trying to be calm, drawing in big gulps of air, taking her fingers and raking them across his face. “Hurt me.”

She was staring at him.

“Hurt me.”

She tried drawing her hand back, but he flattened it to his skin, digging his fingers into the back of hers until her fingertips bit. “I’m asking you to hurt me.”

“Stop it.”

And he groaned in anguish. “Fuck, do something to me.”

“Heath.” One second she was staring up at him; the next she was grabbing his face and crushing his mouth, and he was growling, opening, stealing inside.

Like taking a bite from a ripe peach, her taste exploded in his mouth. He tasted Baileys . . . mint . . . Toni. His chest expanded, his lungs stopped functioning, and he poured every ounce of himself into that kiss. It soothed his soul, all of the anger in him, and left in its place something mellow and supple and hers. And for the first time in his memory, he wanted to weep in joy. He had never felt so connected, so free.Through his rioting mind, amid the hunger and longing spreading like a firestorm through him, he held on to one thought alone: I’m home.

It was for all the times he hadn’t kissed her . . . and it lasted an eternity. It lasted until her lips felt puffy and red and violated. It lasted as he grabbed her pretty La Perla robe and tore at it. And she whimpered when he did, no longer caring about the gown, only wanting to feel his hands on her, his mouth everywhere, wanting to feel Heath . . . one last time. Heath. His hands shook as he pulled at the tatters, yanking every scrap of fabric off her. And then he was grabbing at her head again, delving for her mouth. “Fuck, Cat, forgive me. I’m losing my mind.”

She fondled his face, his mouth so forbidden, so delicious, so hungry on her. “I’m losing mine, too.”

His tongue blistered her lips, her tongue. He was so hot. His hands were hot, his mouth, his skin. Sweat coated his every lean inch, smearing her with his fever.

Then she was lying back on the soft bed, and it was Grey in her mouth.The taste of wine and the cool, fresh savor of Grey invaded her. Her heart soared with love for him. She was in a daze, floating, dying, living. Her hands clutched at his hair, holding him to her while she plunged her tongue into his sweet mouth. Heath bit at her breast, stroking wetly across her nipple. Then hands rolled her to her side, bodies flanked her. Hot, naked bodies. And Heath was behind her, stroking a finger down the crevice between her buttocks, his voice terse.“I feel like deflowering you. Right here. Right in this tight, warm little passage. Give me something that’s mine, Toni. Something just f

or me.”

Grey was snaking his tongue into her mouth even as she breathed, “Yes.”

Grey’s hands traced the contours of her hips, his cock rubbing up her thigh. “Can you take us both, princess?”

Toni undulated between them, wanting to be as close to them as she could. “Yes.”

“Slowly, Heath,” Grey said, shushing her noises. Petting her pussy with his hand while she heard the slick sounds of Heath lubing himself. Heath’s hands clamped her waist like manacles. His cock probed.The breath shuddered out of him, fanning the back of her neck as he entered. Pain sliced her, stretching her. A burn flared from her core and she sobbed. She wanted it, wanted more. It was a startling pain, a sweet pain. She wanted to give it to him.

“More,” she gasped. Grey wound her leg around his hips, bringing his column against her pussy.The position opened her ass to Heath.

Heath pulled out, and her heart protested with a jarring beat. She cried out when he came back in. She cried into Grey’s mouth as Heath thrust deeper. She slid her hand around Grey’s waist, clutched at his buttocks, mewling helplessly against him.

Grey’s thumb circled her clit, then searched deep into her pussy. Two fingers parted her, probed, and readied her engorged opening for another cock. “Think you can still take this?” Him. Grey. Fat and long. Easing inside.

She gasped and flung her head back, agonizing in pleasure. Heath stopped moving, his cock pulsating within her anus to give Grey entry.Their exerted breaths echoed in her ears. She did not seem to be breathing herself when the two of them were embedded deep. Grey groaned when she bit his neck, and he began to move.A careful slide that brought a staggering wave of ecstasy through her.