Kane, Samantha - Brothers In Arms 4 (30 page)

“I’m so sorry, Sophie. So sorry I didn’t tell you before. This is not the way I wanted to introduce you to the idea.”

Sophie had turned away, and Ian saw her wringing her hands in her lap. “So, I was for you and Derek, then?” She hung her head. “You didn’t really want me, did you?”

Ian grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her over into his lap. He buried his lips in her hair and spoke softly but fervently. “Don’t believe that, Sophie. God, I’ve been such a fool and I’ve hurt you, which I swore never to do. I’ve always wanted you.

From the minute the sunbeam hit your shining hair and sparkling eyes, I’ve wanted you.”

Sophie was shaking. “What are you talking about?” she whispered, her hands

tentatively moving to rest against his chest.

“That first morning, in the drawing room, when you looked up to greet me. The sun came through the window and you were beautiful. I began to want you then. I was thrilled that I wanted to fuck the woman I was going to marry.”

Sophie collapsed against him. “Oh, Ian,” she choked out. “You are just awful.”

Ian hugged her close, hating himself for her tears and wishing he could make

everything perfect. “Awfully wonderful?” he teased.

Sophie nodded, sniffing. “That too.”

Ian held her for a few minutes, stroking her hair and back and Sophie settled into his lap, her arms around his neck, her fingers caressing the hair on his nape. It sent shivers along his skin, and he felt his cock grow hard. He wanted to take her here, in her garden, where she was so natural, so much a part of what she was creating. He wanted to reassure her in the only way he knew that he cared for and desired her. He began to touch her with the intent to arouse rather than to soothe. When he heard her breath catch against his shoulder he knew he’d succeeded.

Before he made love to her, however, he wanted to sort out the situation with

Derek. “Sophie,” he said quietly. She answered with a small hum as she arched her back into his caresses. “Do you think that someday you might welcome Derek in our bed?”

Sophie stilled, and it seemed as if the air had left the garden. “I don’t know, Ian,”

she finally said. Her voice was quiet and breathless. Ian recognized the desire in it. She 149

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may not realize it, but she wanted what he was offering. “I don’t know what that means.”

Ian took a moment to adjust their positions. He set Sophie off his lap and moved back about a foot to lean against a tree. Sophie followed on her knees, holding his hand.

When he was settled against the trunk he pulled her over and helped her straddle his lap. She tried to remain on her knees, not touching him, but Ian wanted her as close as possible. He grabbed her hips and lowered her so the damp heat of her cunt covered his hard cock through their clothes. Sophie let out a little mew of pleasure with a catch on the end that made heat surge through Ian’s cock, and he felt it move against her. She involuntarily thrust her hips down slightly and Ian let his head fall back against the tree trunk in pleasure.

When he spoke he could hear the jagged edge of arousal in his words. “I want to fuck you with Derek, Sophie. Both of us, at the same time.”

Sophie was breathing hard. “But, how? I couldn’t possibly, Ian. You’re too big for both of you to fit in there.”

Ian laughed weakly and lifted his head to look at her. She was flushed and there was perspiration on her forehead and lip. She had a smudge of dirt across her cheek that he inexplicably wanted to lick off. “Remember last night, Sophie? I fucked you in the ass. With Derek, one of us would go in your ass, and one of us would fuck your sweet cunt.”

“Oh my God,” Sophie whispered. She began to shake her head as her eyes widened.

“I don’t…I mean, would that hurt?”

Ian pulled her down so that he could nuzzle her neck. “Did it hurt when I fucked you last night, Sophie?” he whispered. “When I came deep in your ass?” Sophie

moaned in answer. “That’s how it will feel, but better, because one of us will be filling your cunt as well. Both those pleasures, Sophie, at the same time.”

“Ian,” she moaned, lowering her head to bite his ear. He shuddered.

“I’ve got to fuck you, Sophie. Now.” Ian could hear his own desperation as he

began yanking her skirts out of the way completely. He had to be a part of her and make her a part of him. He reached back and undid the ties on her dress and pulled it off her shoulders to pool in the crook of her arm. She sat astride him, her eyes slumberous, and as he watched she licked her lips. His fingers fumbled on the front tie of her chemise for a moment, but he managed to get it open and pull her chemise down as well. The motion was stopped by her hands over her breasts.

“Ian!” she cried out in a frantic whisper. “We’re in the garden! Mr. Timmins.”

Ian laughed. “Now you remember Mr. Timmins?” He shook his head and pulled

her hands away. “I gave him the afternoon off.”

Sophie put her hands back again. “You mean you planned to fuck me when you

came out here?” Indignation was creeping into her voice. “Even though you knew I was angry at you?”

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With a sigh Ian leaned over and kissed the soft, smooth upper curve of her breast pressing out above her hand. “I always plan to fuck you, Sophie, if you’ll let me.

Everywhere we are. I can’t be sorry for that.”

“What?” she squeaked. “Ian, that’s scandalous!”

Ian couldn’t stop his snort of laughter. “And for some reason you thought a man who had a wife and a male lover wasn’t scandalous?”

Sophie looked surprised for a moment and then burst out laughing. “That is a very good point, Ian.” She removed her hands to cup his face. “I always want to fuck you, too.” Her whisper was shy, as if she were revealing a great secret.

Ian grinned at her conspiratorially. “Good. Keep that thought.” He pulled her

chemise down to reveal her tempting, freckled breasts. God, how he loved them. He leaned over and sucked a tender nipple into his mouth.

Sophie gasped as Ian took her nipple into his mouth. She was shocked and excited by what they were doing. The warm air on her exposed breasts combined with the

suction and wet heat of his mouth hardened her nipples painfully. She gripped Ian’s head, her fingers tangled in his soft, fine hair, and without thinking she moved him to the other breast, to lave her neglected, aching tip there. Ian breathed deeply and took her nipple hungrily, sucking and licking. His tongue swirled over the hard nub, and then flicked it mercilessly. Sophie moaned at the sensation.

Ian’s hands went between her spread legs and Sophie heard a ripping sound. His

fingers touched her weeping center and Sophie knew he’d torn her drawers to get to her.

He pulled off her breast and spoke, his mouth still so close his breath tortured the wet, aroused nipple. “Don’t wear these anymore, Sophie.” His voice was low, ragged and it sent a wave of desire crashing through her. She did this to him. He may love and want Derek, but he wanted Sophie as well. She tried to focus on what he was saying. “I want to know that no matter where we are I could pull you aside and thrust into you without any impediment.”

“Ian,” she moaned. God, he said the most wicked things, and she loved it. And

she’d do it, too, she’d do as he asked and stop wearing her drawers so he could fuck her whenever he wanted. A little voice in the back of her head added,
whenever
I
want
, and Sophie thrilled to the knowledge that it was true, he’d fuck her at her command.

Ian brushed his fingers along her damp nether lips and she could feel the slick wetness as he spread it around. He delved into her folds and Sophie jerked her hips in response, begging him without words to touch her on her tight, throbbing clitoris. He obliged, but the touch was soft and fleeting. She cried out in disbelief, and Ian’s laughter was hot and suggestive.

“Do you need something, Sophie?” he whispered. “Do you need me to touch you

here?” He pressed his finger against the ache, making her shudder in pleasure. Before she could move, before she could work on his finger to a climax, he pulled back again.

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Sophie growled and he laughed. “Tell me, Sophie,” he tempted. “Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come, Ian,” she demanded in a shaky voice. “Do what you want, but

make me come.”

“Sophie,” he ground out, and he pushed her up so he could free his cock. Sophie pulled her skirts out of the way so she could watch. His cock was beautiful, long and thick and hard. The veins in the side throbbed to the same beat she felt in her sex, and she wanted them to make music together. Ian barely had his cock out before Sophie was trying to lower herself onto it.

“You are as eager for it as I am, aren’t you?” Ian murmured as he guided her hips down with one hand and she felt the tip of his smooth, firm head part her folds. She watched as he brushed the tip along her slick, swollen lips, dipping into the creases, coating it with her cream. With each brush of his cock against her his breathing grew more ragged. He was barely holding on to his control, and Sophie loved it. She began to undulate her hips, caressing him with her lips, kissing him with her cunt. Ian groaned.

He reached with the fingers of both hands and gently parted her so her inner lips were exposed. When she continued her movements and caressed him with that tender inner flesh it was her turn to groan.

“Fuck me, Sophie,” he told her roughly. “Let me watch you take my cock, all of it.”

Sophie didn’t hesitate. She reached down and grasped his shaft, moving him to her opening. She lowered herself and caught the head there, then let go to grab his shoulders for leverage. They were both breathing heavily. She closed her eyes and tightened around the plump, hot tip of his cock sitting just inside her. Ian cursed and she smiled, savoring the feel of him.

“Damn it,” he growled, “fuck me.”

Sophie opened her eyes to look at him. He was gorgeous. His hair was mussed from her hands, his cheeks flushed, his lips red and wet from suckling her. His look was thunderous, full of potent male desire, and Sophie wanted him as she had never wanted him before. He was hers. At least part of him. The unwanted thought brought Derek to mind, and an image of the three of them fucking as Ian had described flashed through her head. The thought made her cunt cream around Ian, and he gasped.

“Sophie,” he cried out raggedly.

Sophie leaned down. “Kiss me, Ian. Kiss me while I make you mine.”

“Yes,” Ian said on a breath, and then he was kissing her. She lowered herself down on his magnificent cock as his tongue danced heatedly with hers, his mouth devouring her.

He was heaven inside her. She hadn’t realized how she’d been aching inside,

empty, until he was filling her with his heat and hardness. She swiveled her hips slightly, trying to take more of him and he groaned deeply in her mouth. When Sophie felt him hit that spot inside her she cried out.

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Ian broke their kiss with a gasping breath. “Yes, there, ride it there, sweeting. Come apart for me.”

Sophie thrust her hips, grinding on Ian’s cock without lifting off it. It was so good Sophie felt tears prick the back of her eyes. Sophie kept grinding and Ian’s hands gripped her hips hard, his roughness only adding to her pleasure. His head had fallen back on the tree again, and his eyes were closed. His face was pinched in concentration and Sophie knew he was feeling every move she made as intensely as she was.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and one of his thumbs moved to rub her aroused clitoris and Sophie shrieked with the pleasure as she ground down on his cock.

“That’s right, Sophie,” Ian encouraged her, his voice thick with lust. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard and tight. I want to feel you come, Sophie.”

The feel of Ian’s hard cock rubbing her inside so deliciously, his thumb pressing, pressing where she ached most for relief, and his hot, hungry eyes watching her pushed Sophie over the edge. She began to shiver, and the muscles inside her quivered around his cock as her orgasm raced to claim her.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he whispered, eager, approving. “Like that, take it like that.”

Sophie climaxed at the sound of his voice. She cried out his name and rocked

against him, brushing his cock over that glorious spot that was sending pleasure in waves through her body. Ian kept the pressure of his thumb on her the whole time, whispering encouragement and wicked approval and Sophie spiraled in the pleasure.

When she collapsed against him, Ian held her tight. It took a minute for her to realize he was still hard inside her.

“Ian?” she asked, confused.

“I want more, Sophie,” he whispered. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His words were temptation itself. Yes, more, Sophie wanted more as well. Her body still clutching his in receding waves, Sophie sat up on him again. The movement made them both moan.

Ian reached out a hand and traced Sophie’s mouth with a shaking finger. “I meant what I said earlier, Sophie. You are the most precious, the most exotic flower in this garden.” She touched the tip of her tongue to the pad of his finger and watched him shiver at the caress. “Your lips are as soft as rose petals,” Ian continued in a whisper.

With surprise Sophie felt Ian pull out of her. Then the fingers of his other hand were on her nether lips. “Soft,” he murmured tracing the lips of her mouth and her sex at the same time. Sophie was shocked at the heat that coursed through her. “Wet, like petals in the rain,” Ian said, and dipped a finger into her mouth at the same time he pressed one inside her. Sophie gasped at the dual sensations. She sucked the tip of his finger as she clenched her inner muscles around the invader in her cunt. Ian’s eyes lost focus for a moment before he pulled both fingers away. “Bloom for me, Sophie. I want to feel those petal-soft lips. You’ve kissed me with these,” he traced his finger through her creamy folds, “now kiss me with these.” He raised his hand and traced her mouth with the same finger he’d used below, leaving the taste and musk of her climax on her lips.