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Her cries would be heard throughout the house, and his entire staff

would know exactly what they were doing.

He mentally shrugged. She panted and moaned and squealed as his

tongue danced around her pussy, propelling her higher and higher.

Cole separated her folds with his finger and circled her hole,

spreading her moisture on his finger. Then he pressed into her tight core,

catching her hips as they shot off the bed with her ear-piercing scream.

She arched so high his finger nearly slipped out of her.

After he settled her body again, he went to work, alternately licking

her in long and short strokes. He penetrated her sheath with first one

then two fingers, tickling her G-spot in rhythm with his tongue on her

clit. She never once let go of the headboard. In just a few minutes, he’d

worked her into a frenzy.

“Please, God. Please, Cole, please!” She screamed into the arm where

she’d buried her head, her body writhing as if in extreme pain.

He would have liked to get some nipple play in, but with one set of

fingers shoved inside her and the other working hard across her hips to

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keep her steady, Cole had no choice. He would have to wait until later to

work more on those sweet berries.

Cole lifted his mouth from her honey and drove his fingers in as far

they could, stretching her virgin’s barrier and preparing her for his cock.

“God, don’t stop, don’t…” Her head shot back and forth on the pillow

as she pleaded with him to end her misery.

He laid into her once more with his mouth, sucking her clit between

his lips and biting gently.

She screamed to wake the dead. Her pulse beat ferociously as her

orgasm ripped through her body, and her vaginal muscles clenched

around his fingers.

He climbed higher on the bed and knelt between her thighs, keeping

one finger on her clit to keep the sensations rolling. Her eyes were

squeezed shut and sweat beaded on her forehead. She never opened her

eyes as he reached for a pillow and propped her hips up with it.

Still caressing her clit, he brought the broad head of his penis to her

wet channel and pushed gently against it, watching it disappear inside

her body. Her eyes exploded open on the new invasion and she squirmed

against him, moaning loudly, begging for more.

Cole pulled out, his cock bobbing up and down, slick with Bri’s dew,

weeping with his own. He’d never taken a woman skin to skin, but he

wasn’t about to stop, no matter the consequences. This was for him, not

her father.

“Don’t stop…you…can’t,” she cried.

“No, baby, I won’t stop.” He pressed forward again, lodging his cock’s

head more firmly inside her this time.

Bri bit down on her lip and shifted against the sudden pain of his

cock stretching her tight pussy. He pulled back a tiny bit, watching the

relief cross her closed-up face, then thrust deeper.

Her hips jerked, impaling herself on his cock, and she screamed with

the pain Cole could see quickly become pleasure. He resisted the urge to

pound into her wet warmth for the space of about three seconds, and

then his cock took over.

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He lifted her knees into the crooks of his elbows, placed his palms on

the bed beside her shoulders and drove into Bri’s sweet nectar. Her

vagina pulled at his erection, sucking at it like her tiny mouth had done

earlier. Their bodies slapped together where they were joined, his balls

connecting with her rosy butt hole with each thrust.

He reached a hand between them and separated the skin hiding her

rejuvenated clit, exposing it to his pelvis. She grunted below him with the

force of his penetration.

Bri screamed, indicating her orgasm. Cole groaned and buried his

cock as far as it would go, her climax triggering his own. His semen shot

deep into her womb, an experience he’d never felt. Just the thought that

his boys could, even now as he collapsed on top of Bri, be swimming to

meet her developing egg, made his cock twitch.

Their sweaty bodies stuck together as they lay heaving in a pile on

the bed. His penis was still embedded in her body, a place he would be

content staying in. Only the wheezy breath emanating from Bri’s lungs

made Cole move.

He pulled from her body, careful not to hurt her anymore, and felt

deprived of her body’s heat. He rolled to the side and off the bed. In the

bathroom he found her discarded jeans and the inhaler in her pocket.

Back at her side, he held it to her lips as she lay nearly asleep, still

wheezing.

“Come on, Bri.” He wiped a sweaty lock of hair from her face.

“Breathe for me, baby.” She did, though not deeply enough for his liking.

Damn it! He’d intended on waiting to take her until his doctor had

seen her, and now he’d caused this. He pressed the medicine down

again, delivering another dose, and this time Bri took in a bigger lungful.

She coughed as the medicine worked its magic.

Bri reached a small hand out to him and grasped his wrist. Her eyes

opened sleepily and she smiled.

“Thanks.” Her lids drooped and a second later she was sleeping, her

breathing less noisy.

Jesus. She was so fragile. He and Tyler would have to be gentle with

her until they got this asthma under control. He was afraid if they went

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too far with her, she would have an attack behind a gag and not be able

to tell them. It was possible both of them would be so enthralled with

what they were doing, they wouldn’t notice she was having trouble.

His other problem was she was as responsive as a rocket. He wanted

to suspend her in pleasured agony with tons of play and they wouldn’t be

able to do that if she shot off each time they touched her. He would have

to devise some kind of attack plan to keep her on edge and not over it.

Cole wet a washrag with warm water and set about cleaning her

thighs and between her legs, wiping away the evidence of his ownership.

She never stirred and he chuckled. For a woman who hardly spoke, she

sure could pack a wallop in the screaming-orgasm department. He

covered her body with the sheet he pulled from beneath her, hoping she

could get in an hour’s nap before the doctor arrived.

“So, young lady, I want you to get this preventative filled and take

one every night. Here are some samples to use until then.” The doctor

Cole had called handed Brianna a small box of pills he’d brought with

him and a prescription for more.

She listened as he explained a new round of treatment for her

asthma. The man was very nice and she liked him, despite the fact Cole

had been behind his visit.

Why couldn’t she just accept Cole’s generosity? He’d done more for

her today than her father ever had.

“Any serious attacks, you call me or get to the emergency room. I

heard quite a bit a wheezing when I listened to your lungs. Your father

ought to be shot,” he grumbled under his breath.

Brianna curved her lips into a half smile. It was good to know not

everyone thought Andrew Wyatt was a god, no matter how hard he

played at being one. She wondered what the doctor would say if she told

him the reason she was here in the first place was because Andrew

thought Cole could get her pregnant with a son. Now, not only did she

have one supporter, but two. Both the doctor and Cole seemed more

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than willing to step up to the plate and go to bat for her. It was an alien

feeling.

“And now I will leave you. Get some more rest if you can, you look

exhausted.”

You would be too, if you’d just had sex for the first time.
Oh God. Her

face burned with mortification.

Wait. He was leaving? Other than listening to her lungs and asking

her a few questions about previous treatments, he hadn’t even looked at

her yet. She assumed when he’d first come in the room, Cole following

close behind, that he’d want to do a full exam.

“I…you’re leaving?” Damn. Couldn’t she keep her mouth shut? If the

good doctor wanted to leave, why was she trying to stop him?

He sat on the bed beside her and patted her knee like she was a

child. “Was there something else you wanted?”

“No.” She shook her head and smiled to soften her rather harsh

rebuttal. “No I just thought—”

He laughed. “You thought Cole wanted something more, didn’t you.”

There was a twinkle in his eye. “He told me you might think I was here to

do a complete physical on you. I’m not, rest assured. He called and asked

if I would take a look at your asthma, that’s it, not to deem you healthy

enough to bear children.”

She flushed again. Cole had already told him about her

circumstances.

“Yes, he told me everything,” the doctor said, reading her mind. “Like

I said, I personally think your father should be shot, but I know Cole,

and I know he’ll do the right thing. Trust him, he’s a good man.” He

stood and walked to the door.

Trust the man who was blackmailing her? That was kind of a tall

order. Deep inside though, she did. It probably had something to do with

the whole support issue again. Somehow she trusted Cole Masters to

take care of her and her brother.

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Chapter Three

Gentle fingers trapped her ankles and pulled gently, separating legs

and leaving her wide open. Cole knelt between her thighs. He licked his

lips like a big cat, anxious to devour the feast before him.

He bent over her, tickling her hardened nipples with his chest hair, and

stretched her arms above her head.

“Stay,” he whispered, then emphasized the soft command by pressing

her wrists into the mattress.

She shivered and her tummy flipped as he described in detail the

things he wanted to do to her. His erection bobbed against her mound as

he rocked gently above her. The rough hairs of his thighs scratched along

the sensitive skin near her apex, and she squirmed under him.

If he would just touch her clit, she’d explode. Between the erotic words

and the constant rubbing, her body was primed.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Brianna turned to the interruption. The words were a deep baritone,

different from the ones Cole still whispered in her ear.

“Let’s go, little one, time to get up.”

The voice intruded again, sweeping her away from the bliss just

seconds away.

Except Cole was gone now, leaving behind a wash of cool air on her

heated skin.

Brianna groaned and buried her cheek deeper into her pillow. So soft.

Her pillow had never felt so heavenly. When had the maid replaced it?

She’d have to remember to thank her. She inhaled, not ready to start

another day. Not after the dream she’d been having.

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And why exactly was she dreaming about the man frequently found

on the cover of a magazine?

Bits and pieces congealed, forcing her to remember where she was

and why she was there. The limo, her father demanding she give him an

heir, his threats to Scottie, the doctor visit, Cole. How could she possibly

forget what had happened between them? She came awake slowly. That’s

why she’d dreamed about him. Who wouldn’t? She smiled, thinking

about all the things Cole had made her do and then done to her.

Then reality hit. She was here in absolute carnal bliss while her

brother was home and vulnerable to their father’s neglect and

condescension. She wanted to bury her head in her pillow and make it

all go away. The exotic feelings of happy bliss were gone and a guiltridden sadness had taken over.

Her body felt like mush and she couldn’t get it to obey her command

to roll over. The room was still black so it couldn’t be morning, but she

was wide-awake now. Brianna’s nose tickled so she reached for it, only to

be brought up short by the fact her arms were tied to the bed, stretched

out above her head. Her nose tickled again as her tummy plummeted.

The room wasn’t dark. She was blindfolded and bound to the bed spreadeagle, and naked, based on the cool air on her flesh.

She had not been dreaming at all, merely incorporating reality with

sleep.

She panicked, her heart thudding, her breath gasping as she tried to

move, but couldn’t wiggle so much as an inch. A feather light touch

tickled her left breast, causing her skin to break out in goose bumps.

A deep chuckle sounded to her left and Brianna jerked her head. The

laugh had been different from Cole’s. It was lower and easier, like it came

from someone who laughed a lot. From the same person whose voice had

jerked her from the heated dream and all the things Cole was about to do

to her.

“I know you’re awake, Bri.”

“Cole?” She turned her head, searching for the source, knowing it

hadn’t come from her left.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

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There he was, at her feet. She swallowed. “Who’s here, Cole?”

“You’re right. She does swallow when she’s nervous.”