Her Twisted Pleasures (16 page)

Golden brown hair bounced on her bare shoulders, curling down to brush her breasts.

I always preferred small tits because they fit perfectly in my palm, curving soft and luscious.

I tugged her perky nipples and she arched back, closing her eyes while my gaze followed a random trail of freckles down her abs, disappearing under her skirt.

“You are so beautiful.” Have I ever said that to her before? I’d called her hot and sexy, even gorgeous, but I couldn’t remember calling her beautiful.

She stood up and kicked off her shoes, unzipping her skirt and shoving it down her swaying hips. Her panties went with it—or maybe she wasn’t wearing any.

I yanked my pants off, and she spread her legs and stood over me, letting me stare at her glistening pink pussy. My mouth watered and she kneeled on the couch, bringing her hot clit to my waiting tongue. I grabbed her perfect peach ass and held her to my face, eating her sweet bits while she braced her hands on the couch and shuddered, calling my name.

“Oh God, Alex. Don’t stop.

Don’t ever stop.”

I slid two fingers inside her and sucked on her clit. She came but I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to and she wouldn’t let me. She came again, harder, dripping down my arm like warm rain on a hot, sticky Texas afternoon. I dragged my lips over her damp skin and our eyes met as I lowered her onto my hard cock. We kissed, our tongues loving each other’s mouths.

Loving? Holy shit! How had we ended up here?

Don’t think. Don’t feel. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

She whimpered. “Don’t say it like that.”

I looked into her eyes and saw the same feeling I was fighting. Damn it, we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s just sex between us, nothing more. I opened my mouth to argue with her, but her lips descended on mine, mercifully shutting off my brain.

“Let me stay with you tonight.” She settled down on my cock. “Keep me safe.”

“I will always keep you safe.”

My hands clamped on her hips and I drove into her hot pussy, possessing her from the inside out. I didn’t want to let her go, but she couldn’t stay with me. Not tonight, not tomorrow. Never.

I grabbed her thighs and shifted, flipping her on her back and plunging into her again. With her beneath me, I regained a measure of control —small, but a start at least. “I can’t let you stay, but I can make sure you never forget this.”

She gasped and her heels dug into my ass while I fucked her. I kissed her neck, gently scraping her throat with my teeth, moving to her chin and her cheeks, nipping the tip of her nose while avoiding her lips. Her fingers tangled in my hair, trying to make me taste her mouth. I let her think she’d succeeded, then pulled away and captured her nipple.

Getting up on my knees changed the angle of my cock thrusts.

“Oh!” She squirmed and scooted down the leather cushion, trying to take me deeper.

“Oh God, Alex, I need you!”

I ignored that, shutting her up with a kiss. She clawed my shoulders and I bit her lip.

“What you need is a good hard fuck.”

“Yes!”

She tightened around me, and I let the hammer down, pounding her, not thinking about tomorrow, not thinking about anything, but feeling everything—our sweat-soaked skin sticking together, her rockhard nipples teasing my chest, my long-dead heart coming back to life. The last time I’d felt anything, any kind of affection for a woman, was before she left me standing at the altar alone.

No. Do not think about her.

Talia moaned beneath me.

Her thighs quivered, her skin heated, and her pussy suddenly got dripping wet.

My body responded to her, balls tightening while my cock throbbed. We came together, and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to share that moment with her.

“Oh God, Alex!”

She cried out and I kissed her, groaning into her mouth while my cock exploded inside her clenching pussy. My body tightened around her, clinging while I rode out a wave of overwhelming sensations.

Heat, lust, possession, flame, want, need—deep terrifying need. And tenderness.

She lay quiet and still in my arms. Her eyelashes spread across her cheeks like pretty fringe. I kissed her soft lips and she smiled at me.

“I’ll find a way to fix this. I promise.”

“I know. I trust you.” She moved to kiss me again, but her body suddenly stiffened. She stared open-mouthed over my shoulder, her eyes wide and panicked.

Had Spencer caught us? No.

Worse.

Will stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows drawn together and a pissed-off scowl on his face.

“This was not part of our plan, Alex.”

Twisted Love – Part One No one had a clue I could see everything: not the crooked lawyers, not their criminal clients, and especially not Alex and Talia. My captain had sent me to stake out the building occupied by Alex’s defense firm. I was supposed to watch an afterhours meeting between some of the senior partners and Chicago’s most wanted mob figures—the ones whose lawyers hid evidence so well that we couldn’t find anything to arrest them with. From my vantage point in the building next door, I could see everyone at the meeting, but couldn’t hear a damn thing. Too bad I’d never mastered reading lips.

I’d suggested asking Alex to go in wearing a wire. Captain asked me if I trusted him, and I said yes. Alex was unethical, but he wasn’t a criminal. That client we’d helped disappear had gone for her own

protection—not his.

The lights in Alex’s office were still on, so I pointed my binoculars at his window.

Maybe I could get him wired tonight, and save this stakeout.

Damn, Someone was with him. A woman. Typical. Who was he trying to seduce this time?

Talia? She was in tears. Holy shit, what did he do to her?

Icy fear gripped my heart.

Yeah, I liked watching them together, but we hadn’t planned this. We always plotted their encounters.

Sometimes things happened by chance, but he always told me about those times afterward.

We hadn’t planned their romp in the bathroom at Spencer’s party, but Talia had initiated it, so we had no control that time.

I liked it, though.

Maybe that’s what had happened tonight.

I focused the binocs and saw Talia wringing her hands and pacing in front of the window.

Alex kissed her, but it wasn’t his usual I-can’t-wait-to-getyou-

naked kiss. He slid his hand into her hair and caressed her cheek. She didn’t resist. The way Alex tells it, she almost always fights him, but tonight she gave in to him as soon as he touched her. The slut.

Whoa. Where did that come from? I’d wanted her to fuck Alex. This whole setup had been my idea, but tonight something else was going on. I decided to keep watching to see where it led.

Alex led her to the couch and pulled her onto his lap.

Yeah, I saw that coming. More of that affectionate kissing, damn it. I rubbed my cock through my jeans when Talia took off her blouse and Alex sucked on her nipples. My God, she’s beautiful.

His head was visible over the couch, his hands stroking her apple-shaped breasts. I adjusted the zoom and saw her fat rosy nipples swell in his palm. She smiled and I read her lips: “Thank you.” What had he said to her?

She stood up and dropped her skirt. Before she left for work this morning, she’d flashed me, showing off her panty-free pussy. I’d grabbed her and groped her, but she’d made me stop. I thought she was giving me something to look forward to, but now I wondered if she’d done that for him. What else did she do for him?

Talia was naked, offering her body to Alex freely. He’d told me he always had to talk her into it. When had that changed? Or had he been lying all along? He leaned forward, taking his pants off, and she kneeled in front of his face, his tongue fucking her pussy like it belonged to him. She came twice.

I didn’t want to get hard; tried to fight it.

She slid down his body, his mouth still on her, and when her head fell back and I saw her silent gasp, I knew his deceitful dick was inside her unfaithful cunt.

My erection wilted.

They were kissing again, touching and talking to each other like lovers. I couldn’t read what they were saying, but I didn’t need to.

Lovers. Holy shit, how did it come to this? I wasn’t watching illicit sex; I was seeing forbidden love. When had fucking become making love?

I’m the only one allowed to make love to her. That’s one of our rules.

Alex pushed Talia down and lay on top of her. I could only see her leg draped over the back of the couch, her toes curling and clenching.

That slut. That bastard. Why did I ever let him touch her? I just wanted him to help me bring back the strong confident woman I’d fallen in love with.

He’d promised me he wouldn’t get emotionally involved, and I trusted him. First mistake.

I grabbed my gear and jumped on the elevator. When I punched the button for the lobby, I cracked it and scraped my hand, but I felt no pain.

Anger threatened to tear me apart, but I fought it off. I needed to get Talia’s side of the story first.

But when I thought of her, all I could see was her pink painted toes curling behind the couch. What was Alex doing to her? I rubbed my crotch, thinking of all the things I did to make her respond like that—

sucking her nipples, licking her clit, fucking her hot sweet pussy while she moaned and purred and called my name.

From the hallway, I heard her. “Oh God, Alex!”

I stood in his doorway, not remembering my trip from the elevator. He lay on top of her with both her legs wrapped around him. I’ve been here before.

When I’d walked in on Emily and Brent, I was shocked when my dick got hard. The anger and pain should’ve been stronger, but a wave of pleasure had washed over me and I hung onto it tight. I wouldn’t have survived without it.

Talia and Alex came

together, and the flood of excitement I’d been treading receded, pulling me back into a whirling abyss. I felt only seething anger and rolling pain.

Dear God, what have I done? I let the woman I loved fuck my best friend. What was I thinking?

I’d planned it all so perfectly. She would get to explore and enjoy the variety she craved. He would get laid.

And I would… what?

I would avoid drowning in pain a little longer. I’d float above the anger, hoping it would just go away. But my strength failed and I held my last breath, clinging to a stray life preserver.

“This wasn’t part of our plan, Alex.”

They stared at me, shocked, as though they’d forgotten I existed.

“I was included in this too, remember?” My fists clenched involuntarily.

Alex pulled up his pants.

Talia grabbed her blouse and tried to cover her naked body.

The sight of her parted thighs covered in his sweat turned my stomach.

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

Alex picked up Talia’s skirt and tossed it to her.

“Shut up! I know exactly what this is.” I advanced on Alex, but he stood his ground.

“You got attached. You were supposed to call it off before that happened.”

“I didn’t expect….” He ran his hands through his hair.

“Call what off?” Talia zipped up her skirt. “What plan?”

“We uh….” Alex glanced up to see my reaction.

Talia’s gaze followed his, her eyes wide and disbelieving.

“You knew about us?” She hissed while buttoning her blouse.

“We wanted to tell you, but —” He reached for her.

“No.” She cut him off, slapping his hand away and turning her eyes on me. “If there was a plan, I want to hear about it from you.”

I’d intended to tell her everything, but not like this. “I knew.”

Her fiery gaze burned right through me. “When?”

“From the beginning.” I braced myself. “It was my idea.”

She gasped, and everything stopped, my heart included, while I waited for her to breathe again.

“You?” Her skirt began to slide down around her hips, but she didn’t move. “All this time… you let me think…. You let me feel… the guilt! Every night. Every time we made love.” She grabbed her skirt and yanked the zipper back up, breaking the tab off. “Love? Are you kidding me? How can you love me and do—this!”

“Let me explain—”

“And you!” She rounded on Alex, spitting and sputtering. “I don’t even know what to say to you.”

“We never wanted to hurt you.” He touched her arm, but she recoiled as if a snake had bitten her.

“Don’t touch me! Either one of you. Ever!” She grabbed her shoes and ran out the door.

“Talia, wait!” I followed her.

“Don’t!” The elevator doors opened behind her.

“Please, I….”

The doors closed and took her away from me, and I slumped against the wall. Pain unlike anything I’d felt before brought me to my knees. In that moment—that dark, agonizing moment—I realized I hadn’t felt anything—not even love—since Emily betrayed me.

“I was punishing her. I thought I was making her happy, but I was punishing her for what Emily did. I thought I was making her happy, but no. I made her feel pain and desire twisted together. Like I felt.”

Alex stood in the doorway, watching me from the same place I’d watched them, but he said nothing.

“I have to go after her.” I stood up and slapped the elevator panel, but when it didn’t come right away, I ran toward the stairwell.

Alex grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Don’t. One thing I learned about Talia: you have to let her come to you.”

That bastard is telling me how to handle my girlfriend? I punched him.

Alex laughed as blood dripped from his nose. “How’d you think this would end?”

Twisted Love – Part Two Will snarled at me,

clenching his fist for another strike. “You tell me.”

How did I think it would end? I’d hoped it wouldn’t end, that I’d get to keep fucking Talia, that Will would tell her eventually, she’d forgive him, and we’d have our happy little threesome. That’s what I’d hoped, but I was too cynical to believe it.

Blood seeped into my

mouth, and I wiped my face with my sleeve.

Will glared at me, ready to fight back.

I struck at him, but not with my fist. “You let this go on too long.”