Heather's Gift (Men of August 3)

“Suck me, Heather, harder,” he whispered, poised on the edge of a lust so sharp, so desperate, he wondered if he would survive it. “Suck it, baby. Give me what I need.”

He pulled back, moisture glistening on the flesh she had held within her mouth as her teeth and her tongue raked again. A delicate prickling of almost pain that had hard shudders of pleasure racing over his body.

Fucking her mouth was exquisite. Watching, staring down at her as she enveloped his cock in her mouth was paradise. He pushed in again, feeling her tighten on him, suck him in, her tongue a heated brand as she whimpered around the engorged flesh.

“I have to fuck you.” He was nearly mindless. Control was nothing more than a memory as he gripped her head with both hands, feeling her hands wrap around his cock, silken cool hands, an erotic contrast to the hell’s-hot mouth sucking hungrily at the head.

He held her head still, fucking his flesh into her suckling mouth, groaning at the pleasure, fighting himself, fighting the needs ripping through his body. He didn’t want to take her like this. He wanted soft and easy, but God help him, when he got around her, all he could do was take. Take like he was taking now, fucking into her mouth over and over again, feeling his seed boil in his scrotum as it tightened, his cock pulsing, throbbing.

He wanted to hold off. Wanted to wait. Wanted to enjoy every damned minute of it. Wanted to commit the expression on her face, the feel of her lips, to memory so he could have it to hold him when she was gone. Because she would leave eventually. He knew she would. He wanted to thrust inside the hot depths of her mouth forever.

But one of her hands moved, tucked between his thighs, then her nails scraped. Scraped flesh scarred and nearly insensitive. They scraped over his flesh, a pleasure/pain that seared his cock, shot up his spine and destroyed any chance of waiting for the release building inside his balls.

He heard his own cry shatter the stillness of the stables. He thrust hard, burying himself as deep inside her mouth as her tight hand along the stalk allowed. Once. Twice. Fire streaked through his body, traveling to the base of his spine, then back to his bursting cock.

He couldn’t hold back his release. “Heather. Take me. Take it all, baby.”

His back arched as he shattered. He felt the hard spurting jets of his seed erupting from the tip of his dick. Flooding her mouth, shooting to her throat as she sucked, swallowed, her lips tightening as his cock jerked in time to each hard eruption into her mouth.

He held her head to him, his release rippling through his body as she continued to suckle his still hard flesh. Not enough. God help him, he would never get enough of her.

He pulled back, watching her, the glazed fire in her eyes, her swollen lips, and knew he was a dead man. A dead man because he couldn’t let her go. Because he knew how she could be hurt, and how easily she could die, and he knew it would kill him.

“I’ll fuck your ass first,” he growled, unwilling to let her enter into anything without knowing what was coming. “I’ll tie you down, Heather, because I need to see you, hear you, control you, rather than the other way around. And I’ll fuck your ass until you’re screaming for release, until you’re begging. And it won’t stop there. I’ll fuck you until you can’t move, and then I’ll fuck you some more. Because I’ve waited too damned long, and fought too damned hard to stay the hell away from you.”

He drew her to her feet, watching her eyes widen as he talked. He leaned in close, staring into her dazed expression, his cock still throbbing for her; still so damned hard he was in pain.

“And then, Heather. Eventually. When I can’t take the pressure anymore. When the demons are like snakes twisting in my guts, striking like knives through my nightmares, then I’ll share you. I’ll watch you. I’ll hold you, Heather, as Cade fucks you. As Brock fucks you. As you scream and beg to come, because you’re that important to me. So important to me, so much a part of me, that I won’t have a choice. No choice, Heather, because that’s what we are. That’s who we are. And I pray to God we both survive it.”

He had fastened his jeans as he talked. Armed himself as her eyes narrowed, fire flashing in the green depths. But before she could curse, before she could accuse him of being the vile, depraved monster he knew he was, he turned and stalked from the stables. She had no idea what she had set in motion. No idea the needs he held back, even from his family. But she would find out. And she would find out tonight.

Chapter Eighteen

The front door slammed. Cade, Sam and Brock turned in unison to meet the fury Heather directed at them all as she stood in the entryway. She was enraged. Her body throbbed in arousal and anger. It pumped through her blood stream, tightened her muscles and eroded her self-control.

“Heather.” Sam’s eyes were dark as he watched her, filled with grief, with apology. She didn’t want to see either. She didn’t care if he was hurting, didn’t care about the wounds to his soul. She would be damned if she would allow him to wound hers further.

She advanced on the three men, her eyes narrowed, her breathing rushed as her heart raced in her chest. Damn him. She had spent a year fighting his withdrawal from her, a year fighting her own needs in her attempt to better understand him. There was no understanding such sheer male stubbornness.

“It occurs to me.” She straightened her shoulders, her jaw clenching as she watched the latent sensuality that filled Sam’s expression and began to peak in the other two men’s gazes. “That the three of you are just a little spoiled for what I consider fair.”

“Heather.” Sam’s tone was warning, his body taut.

“Going to tie me down are you, big boy?” she bit out. “And tell me, who will help you in this little chore? These two?”

Her tone was more than insulting. The interest that filled their eyes was infuriating.

“I wasn’t aware I would need help,” he said softly, his gaze flickering over her body. “I’m quite a bit stronger than you are, sweetness.”

The very tone of his voice had her womb quivering in lust almost as hard as the rest of her body was trembling with anger.

She snorted. “And quite a bit dumber too, but we won’t go there.??? She looked back to his brothers. “Do the three of you ever get tired of living through your dicks?”

Surprise, shock, filled their expressions.

“That’s enough,” Sam bit out, his own eyes narrowing as anger began to cloud the lazy sensuality that had filled his gaze.

“Were you informing your brothers of your plans?” Her fists clenched. “Did you tell them how hard you came in my mouth, Sam? How you left me sitting in the fucking hay with only a warning of what was to come?” She threw the accusation in his face. “What ever possessed you, darling, to believe that I was so weak that I would just put my head down and submit to your plans?”