Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) (31 page)

Before he could stand up, Charlie grabbed the hem of the bloody shirt and jerked it up over her head, wadding it up and thrusting it toward him. She neither noticed nor cared that she had just bared her breasts to everyone in the room. Her chest was smeared with the fake blood. It rolled down her breasts, dripped off her nipples, pooled in her belly button. But she didn’t notice any of that. She just wanted to get that horrible…
thing
as far away from her as possible. As quickly as possible. She just wanted this
over
. She let out a whooshing sigh when he took both items and rose to carry them over to his case.

Nik extended his hand to Charlie, who was still lying in the blood pooling on the rug. “Come,
myshka
, my brave little mouse.”

Charlie’s lips trembled, tears welled in her eyes. The tenderness in Nik’s voice nearly undid her. She took his hand and let him pull her to a sitting position. The back of her head was soaked in the sticky red syrup, matting her hair and running in rivulets down her back.

“Jay,” Nik looked up at his partner. “Would you fetch some towels, please, so she doesn’t drip all over the place?”

Alex McKay hunkered down beside Nik. “Thank you so much for doing this, Charlie. I know how difficult it was for you. But we’ve got him. This is the final nail in Bradford’s coffin.” He brandished his phone. “This is what will put him away for a long, long time.”

“Thank God,” she said.

Harold Borland approached, carrying his make-up case. “I want to thank you, too, Miss Fielding. You’ve been a real trooper. And a pleasure to work with.”

Alex stood up. “Thanks guys,” he said to Nik and Jay, who by now had returned with an armful of towels. “I’ll see you Friday morning.”

“Friday?” Charlie frowned.

“In court,” he explained. “For the Grand Jury hearing. I’ll be testifying, too.” He patted her shoulder. “You did good, Charlie, real good. We got him. He’ll never assault another woman as long as he lives.”

While McKay and Borland made their own way out, Nik and Jay helped Charlie to her feet, and wrapped her up in the towels. When Nik bent to pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, Charlie protested.

“No, Daddy. You’ll get this stuff all over your jeans. They’ll be ruined.”

“I don’t care,” he muttered, carrying her into the bathroom.

Setting her down on her feet, Nik held her against him as he reached into the shower and turned on the water.

Jay opened the door of the cabinet under the vanity and pulled out a large white plastic trash bag. He stuffed the towels into the bag, knotted the ties, then quickly divested himself of his clothes and got into the shower. Turning, he held out his arms and took Charlie from Nik, who shucked off his own clothes and joined them.

The two men simply stood there, holding her sandwiched between them, Jay in front, Ni behind, their cheeks pressed against her head, their arms around both her and each other. The water sluicing off of them and swirling down the drain was blood red.

Jay nestled his cheek against the top of her head. “Fuck, Nik. That was brutal. When she was lyin’ there, lookin’ so…
dead
…” His voice caught. “For a minute there I thought I was gonna lose it. It took every ounce of control I had to keep myself from bursting into tears.”

“Christ, me, too”

Pulling his head back slightly, Jay nuzzled his nose against Charlie’s forehead smearing the remnants of the make-up Harold Borland had placed there around the edges of the prosthetic. “It looked so goddamn real!
Too
goddamn real!”

Curling his fingers beneath Charlie’s chin, he lifted her face to his and looked into her warm brown eyes. Except the usual warmth was no longer there. It had drained out of her, along with the twinkle of humor he loved so much. Her face was a pale, pasty gray, her eyes dull and lackluster. And even though he couldn’t see them for the water splashing down on her, he was pretty sure a steady stream of tears was rolling down her cheeks. Her entire body was shaking, but she wasn’t sobbing. She was just…
leaking.
And shivering, so hard her teeth were chattering. And trying valiantly to suppress the tiny whimpers that continually tore from her throat.

Jesus.
“Don’t cry, baby,” Jay murmured. “Please don’t cry. Every tear you cry is like a knife stabbin’ my heart.” Gently, Jay pushed the wet strands of her hair back off her face. “I can’t imagine how traumatizing that must have been for you. I am so proud of you for being so brave. And Daddy’s proud of you too. That took so much courage. But it’s okay, my darling, darling girl.” His fingers left her chin to palm the side of her head. “Everything’s going to be okay. Because we’re here, and we will never let anything happen to you. Ever. So right now just let go of everything—your fears, your sadness, your uncertainty, all the things that have stolen the joy from your eyes—and let us look after you. Trust us to give you everything you need. Okay?”

Fresh tears squeezed out of her eyes. She sniffled and moved her head slightly.

“Good girl,” he said, dipping his head to give her a tender kiss. “That’s my very good girl.” He glanced at Nik over the top of her head. The expression on the big Russian’s face was indecipherable. “What?”

“Just thinking all of a sudden that I’m not the only Daddy Dom in this relationship.”

Jay just smiled and turned his attention back to Charlie “Can you stand on your own, sweet thing?”

She nodded again.

Jay stepped back from her, leaving only Nik’s arms around her to keep her steady. Nik loosened them, but kept them around her, ready to catch her should she fall. When she showed them that she could, indeed, stand on her own, Nik released her as well. Jay grabbed a pink pouf, squirted it with her favorite body wash and began gently soaping her front, from her face down to her feet.

In the meantime, Nik lathered up her hair, gently massaging her scalp with his long, lean fingers, rinsing and repeating until he was certain all of the sticky syrup had been washed away. Then he turned her around and took her into his arms.

“Put your arms around me, little one,” he said, holding her tenderly while Jay washed her back, ass and legs with the soft pouf. Both men kept up a steady litany of soft words—words of comfort, words of praise, words of assurance and affirmation. Words of encouragement that gave her permission to sob uncontrollably as they washed over her like a soothing balm.

She was still sobbing when they rinsed her off, lifted her out, and patted her dry. While Jay grabbed her favorite lotion, Nik swept her up in his arms and carried her out into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. Still talking softly to her, they massaged the lotion into her skin from her head to her toes. They climbed into bed and lay down, Nik in front of her and Jay behind her. But when Nik reached out to hold her, she rose up and threw her arms around his neck, burying her face against it and squeezing so hard, he had trouble breathing.

“What is it,
myshka
,” he asked, putting his arms around her and pulling her body against him. “What do you want? Just tell your Daddy and I’ll get it for you, I promise.”

I want you to love me.

She sucked in her breath.
Oh, my God! Where did
that
thought come from?

When she didn’t answer, Jay put his arms around her from behind and she sighed, letting the warmth of their bodies soak into her shivering form, just their physical presence keeping her from drowning in the black tide of despair threatening to swamp her.

Loosening her hold, she arched her head back, but only far enough to be able to look into Nik’s eyes. They were like liquid chocolate, glistening in the moonlight streaming through the windows, the only light in the room.

“Tell us what you want, baby,” Jay said against the back of her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

“I want you to make love to me,” she said in a voice tight with need. “Both of you. First Jay and then you.”

Jay sighed. His arm around her tightened as his hand slid up her rib cage and closed around her breast.

Nik frowned. He lifted his hand to brush his knuckles across her cheek. “Are you sure,
malinkaya
?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I need you inside me. I need to feel alive. I need to feel—”She broke off, biting her lip. She’d very nearly said she needed to feel
loved
, but, thankfully, had caught herself in time. She just looked at Nik, her eyes flickering with passion and desire.

Nik opened his hand and palmed the side of her face. With a sigh, she turned her face into it and closed her eyes, letting out a tiny whimper as Jay pinched her nipple between his first two fingers.

“We want nothing more than to make love to you, little one,” Nik said, his voice so hoarse it sounded…shredded.

They rolled her onto her back and two heads descended. Two mouths closed around her nipples already hard and throbbing. Her hips arched up off the bed at the incredible pleasure streaking through her. But two hands pushed them back down to the mattress as fingers sought her swollen pink folds, dancing through the slippery moisture there, darting in and out of her vagina, and lubricating themselves with her hot cream. Sliding down her crease to rim her ass hole, pressing against that tight little pucker, sinking inside up to their first knuckle. First Jay’s, then Nik’s, then both together, making her gasp and squirm. They pleasured her with their hands, their fingers, mouths, lips, tongues, and teeth. Stroking, caressing, licking, sucking, nibbling. Talking to her the entire time, telling her she was beautiful, desired, cherished, and adored.

Then Jay rose over her, staring down at her, his gaze dark with loving intent. “Are you ready, Babygirl?” His voice rasped against every nerve ending, making her tingle all over. “Are you ready for my cock?”

Her breath hitched. “Yes, Jay, I’m ready. I want your cock inside me. Fucking me. Please…”

Placing his hands beneath her knees, he lifted her legs higher, higher, until her knees were touching the pillow on either side of her head, exposing her entire slit, from her clit at the top to her puckered little asshole at the bottom. “Grab hold of me, baby, and guide me in.”

She reached between her legs and grabbed hold of his cock, wrapping her fist around it, aiming it at her entrance. He flexed his hips and slid into her. Her accompanying gasp of pleasure ended in a grunt as he hilted, his balls slapping against her ass.

“How do you want it, baby?” he asked, his slow retreat through her rippling tissues making the breath shudder from her lungs. “Slow and sweet? Or fast and hard?”

“Fast and hard,” she panted, lifting her hips, seeking his hardness. “And hurry, please. I’m close, God, I’m so close.”

“Fast and hard it is,” he said, pausing on her threshold before slamming back into her, wrenching a cry from her throat.

Her head snapped back, her back arched as Jay fucked her and Nik continued to torment her nipples, suckling one with his wicked mouth, pinching and twisting the other with his wicked fingers. Sliding his other hand down her belly, he insinuated it between their bodies into her slit, unerringly finding her clit. He began circling that super-sensitized bundle of nerves, sending her climbing up, up, up toward an orgasm that, when it finally hit, ripped her apart, driving the air from her lungs in a scream that blistered the paint off the walls.

Body stiff, face a rictus of agony/ecstasy, Jay let out a shout. Grinding his pelvis against her, he released his seed in hot bursts, emptying himself inside her as she convulsed and spasmed around him, her rippling muscles milking him of every drop.

As soon as Jay rolled off of her, her legs dropped to the bed, but she bent her knees and spread them even wider as Nik mounted her and settled into the cradle of her thighs, dipping his fingers into the slippery fluids dribbling out of her and slathering them all up and down his cock. Then he notched his cock head against her opening and pushed, stretching her tissues painfully, as they struggled to accommodate his girth.

Jay took over the task of stimulating her breasts, flicking his tongue back and forth across one nipple between suckles, flicking his thumb rapidly across the other.

Arching her back, Charlie sucked air to the bottom of her lungs and held it there, trying to relax as Jay tormented her nipples while Nik’s cock advanced through the rippling walls of her sheath. She could feel them parting, opening up ahead of his entry, clamping tightly around his length, gripping him like a fist. Lifting one of her legs up over his head, he rose up on his knees and began pounding into her sideways. The altered angle of his thrusts scraped the widest part of his crown against her G-spot, stimulated nerve endings that had never been awakened before, sending the breath sawing in and out of her lungs. Every impact of his body against hers made a loud slapping sound, and ripped warbling little cries from her throat.

“Look at me, Charlotte,” he ordered in a voice that sounded like it was being crushed in a blender.

With tremendous effort she opened her eyes halfway, staring up at him. What a magnificent specimen of prime, human male flesh he was! His bronzed skin gleaming with sweat, his muscles bulging and rippling, his corrugated abs flexing with power as he pistoned his hips, plowed into her over and over and over.