Saving Treasure (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

He cursed colorfully when she teased the sensitive underside of the flared crown. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit before sucking not quite half of the length down her throat. The flavor of his pre-cum exploded in her mouth, urging her to suck him as far down her throat as she could.

His thrusts were erratic in the frantic need that she pulled from him so quickly. She played with his balls as they swayed and jerked from his movements, teasing them and earning a growling sound from his throat. Seconds later, she gulped down his release, moaning her approval.

“Fuck, baby. That was…” He trailed off as he pulled her to her feet and yanked off her clothes fiercely.

He picked her up again and got into the shower, starting the water and getting it warm. She was pressed into the wall as steam started to rise around them, making her hair stick to her face and neck. The spray of water plastered his hair to his head, darkening it. He worked his hips between her thighs before running a hand up and down the slit there. His fingers lightly grazed her clit, making her squirm to gain a little pressure. His fingers continued to tease her, barely touching her as they ghosted over her dripping skin. She was ready to scream for him to touch her when he roughly thrust a finger inside her, dragging a moan from her.

That finger didn’t move for a moment. Then it withdrew so slowly that she nearly screamed, only to move back in just as slowly as he could manage. Treasure’s desperation escalated another notch, and she found herself begging him for more and faster and harder.

He finally obliged just as she felt tears well in her eyes.

Another finger joined the first, and they worked furiously to yank her release from her in a violent storm. He coaxed her orgasm from her with words spoken in a gravelly voice that gave away his desire to be inside of her.

She sagged against him as her body turned to Jell-O after the intense orgasm it had just released. She scrubbed his chest with a soft cloth and her shaking hands, still using his body to remain upright.

He allowed her to finish the sensual exploration that she was indulging in, disguised as a lingering cleansing. The rag did little to muffle the feel of her touch, and his body began to respond once again. As soon as she finished her mission, he used his weight to pin her to the wall once again and stroke soap suds along her skin, teasing her nipples to screaming peaks. He finished, her body shuddering from the light, loving touches that were muffled by the piece of terry cloth.

She used her hips and legs, hoping to tempt him into slipping inside of her and ending the ache he had started.

Chad kissed her thoroughly, gently, as he seemed to be trying to gain a semblance of control. His body still quaked against her shuddering one. “Baby, we have to go to Jackson’s. James is waiting for us there, and he’s expecting us to show soon. We can always finish this later,” he pleaded as he tried to get them out of the shower and toward his bedroom.

They only made it to the hallway when her grinding finally manipulated his hard shaft into her pulsing, needy, wet pussy. She moaned at the incredibly full feeling she experienced. That sound broke Chad’s resolve as he slammed her against the wall, shoving himself into her to the hilt. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks in their wake as the tempo was set with brutal intensity. Her release was hot and intense, making her scream his name as she felt everything she had poured into this one moment with Chad.

Chad held her tenderly as they both came down, their hearts thudding together. He stumbled into his bedroom with her still clasped in his arms, needing to clean his release from her belly because he had withdrawn.

He grinned as he nipped her shoulder. “Now, we really have to get ready to go.” He smirked as he left her on the bed. His release still glistened wetly on her body. He looked directly at her as he slipped his boxers on then his jeans before leaving to retrieve a wet cloth to clean her. She finally stood and found a pair of jeans of her own.

They finished dressing as they sent each other teasing looks.

Finally, Chad and Treasure got in his car and headed for Jackson’s, along with the beer that should have been over there a good half hour or so ago.

Treasure moved closer to Chad as they walked into the Barns’ house. She could hear the raucous noise of Monday Night Football before the door even opened.

Guys were milling about the living area, all trying to fit into the room.

She stepped into the kitchen and spotted Selena.

“Hey, sweetie. We’ve got a group tonight. Wanna grab some of the food over there and help me get it into the living room?” The older woman began to hand Treasure a bowl of chips and another holding some salsa.

“Sure. Y’all’ve got a houseful tonight. How’s things at the clinic?” she asked as she took the two containers.

Selena turned and grabbed a platter to carry in behind her.

“Everything’s been great. We’ve been busy lately.”

Treasure stepped into the living room to put the chips and dip on the coffee table when she noticed a very familiar face amongst the crowd.

“Buddy?”

He responded immediately by smiling and standing then approaching her. Treasure backed toward the kitchen, bumping into Selena, who had been right behind her with another bowl of something.

“Excuse me. Sorry, Selena,” she murmured.

She tried to evade Buddy, but he had gotten up and had started to talk to her. He seemed so excited to see her. She tried to dispel the bitter thoughts as they flooded through her.

“Hey! I didn’t know ya knew Jackson and Selena, Treasure. Who are you here with? Why don’t ya come sit with me awhile?” he asked excitedly, approaching her again. He kept visually skimming the people around him to place her with a particular person. Treasure looked over to Chad and James as they talked with friends. They were relaxed and seemed unaware of her impending doom. Her nightmares were about to come true, and it was all because of some weird sense of humor that fate had.

“Well, I met Jackson and Selena not long after I got here. Jackson’s the friend you were talking about earlier?” she asked nervously. She just knew this was going to get back to Larson, and her safety was no longer possible here. James worked with Jackson, and both he and Chad were close to the Barns family.

“Oh yeah. I try to drop by anytime I’m in da area. Ya know what it’s like livin’ away from everyone,” he replied, trying to get close once more and slip his arm around her shoulders again.

She squirmed a bit. Fear evoked her fight-or-flight instinct.

She felt him squeeze her shoulders another time, and she stumbled when he released her, causing her to back into Selena as she walked into the room after extracting herself. The woman seemed to notice something as it was the second time the younger woman had nearly backed into her in just a matter of minutes. She seemed to merely watch the pair, though.

“Whoops! Excuse me. I’m back here,” Selena teased good-naturedly. “Are you trying to stomp me to death today, Treasure?” She tickled Treasure’s side and continued moving around her.

Treasure laughed nervously and excused herself, stepping around the other woman to go back into the kitchen. Being in the kitchen helped calm her. She wanted to avoid going back into the other room.

She began to wash the dirty dishes by hand to keep busy as she eyed the back door. Her car was still not fixed, as she waited for a part that had been back-ordered. She hadn’t seen a bus station, but she knew she could find one. She had to leave soon, but she didn’t want Buddy to know she was leaving yet. She looked up at the person who walked in, expecting Selena. It surprised her some when Buddy stepped next to her and began to rinse the clean, sudsy dishes and place them in the rack to drip-dry.

“Why are ya runnin’ away from me?” he asked abruptly after a few moments.

“You’re Larson’s friend, and I know you’re going to tell him where I am,” she said flatly. The answer seemed obvious to her. Of course she would fear him. He could hurt her. He’d already upset her life here with her men.

Buddy had never seemed to be the kind of guy who would beat around the bush. When he wanted to know something, he just came out and asked. If he had something to say, he generally said it. Otherwise, he didn’t really go out of his way to get into anybody else’s business.

He looked almost thoughtful for a moment before he chose to respond. “I don’t know what happened with Larson. I know he liked ya when he met ya and was excited ’bout you movin’ in with him. He always was a bit on the possessive side. He never talked about y’alls’ relationship or anything like that. He loved ya as his girl, and he wants ya to come back to him, but I stay outta matters like that. Do ya want me to forget that I saw ya?” he asked curiously.

Treasure could only nod. It seemed as though he was under the impression that she and Larson had been dating. Of course, he had believed his friend when he kept insisting that they were, despite every time that she had corrected him on that. She tried to swallow past the lump that had formed in her throat to tell him that she had never belonged to Larson, but it just didn’t seem possible.

“Give me one good reason not to shoot this text off to Larson, tellin’ him exactly where ya’ve been all this time.” Buddy looked squarely at her, waiting for her to explain her disappearance. He rinsed the last dish and stepped back, crossing his arms and trying to seem stern.

She dried her hands on the dark green hand towel near her and grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with ice and water before gulping a third of the contents.

“I never dated Larson,” she said simply. She wanted to tell him about his friend hitting her, but she felt reluctant, for an inexplicable reason. She looked him in the eye and tried to figure out how to tell him what should have been obvious from the start. He looked puzzled.

“He said that you’re his girlfriend. He kept sayin’ it. I know you were just supposed to be roommates at first, but I thought ya two’d fallen for each other,” he stated, obviously confounded.

“He never actually asked me on a date. He invited me to a couple of places by saying that he wanted to introduce me to other people since I didn’t really know anybody,” she explained. “He started referring to me as his, and he started making demands of me. He became jealous and possessive even though we’d never dated.”

Buddy’s eyes betrayed his incredulity. He merely nodded at this information, seeming to accept what she was telling him. He finally found his voice and said his last tidbit. “I hope ya consider going back to him and giving the relationship a chance. He seemed awfully torn up when ya left without a note or nothin’. Ya had to know he had to really think you’re really somethin’ to start staking a claim on ya.”

That sentiment left Treasure madder than a hornet. She didn’t want to be around Larson again—period. She was actually happy where she was, although she had to leave for both guys’ and her safety. She didn’t want to be around once Larson found out where she was, and she didn’t want either Chad or James to get hurt because he found her with them. She would give herself this evening and leave tonight.

She crossed her arms in front of her, trying to keep her voice firm.

Before Treasure could respond to Buddy’s request, James stepped into the room and slipped next to her, slipping his arm around her waist possessively.

“How was your day, baby?” he asked sweetly, shooting a pointed look at Buddy. It seemed that James knew something was happening between the two even if he couldn’t quite determine with any sort of certainty what it was.

“It was busy but good. Yours? Have you guys worked out when you’re leaving for the new job?” she asked interestedly, trying to dismiss Buddy by excluding him.

“Yeah, we want to start on Monday, but I’m going to finish some work at the site over the weekend,” he responded vaguely. He brushed his lips along the shell of her ear intimately, breathing deeply. “Who’s your new friend?” he finally asked, trying to figure out the tension between the two.

“This is Jackson’s friend, Buddy. He stepped in for something to drink and started helping me by rinsing the dishes,” she replied blandly.

“I actually know Treasure from Taos. She was datin’ one of my friends,” Buddy responded, smirking at what he was seeing. “Although, it seems she’s moved on rather quickly.” He patted Treasure on the shoulder before moving to leave the room. “I’ll see ya around before I leave tomorrow. Ya take care.”

James looked down at her. “Who were you dating?” he asked.

Treasure huffed. “It seems that he is under the impression that I was actually dating Larson. I told him that I wasn’t, but he doesn’t really seem to believe me. He is here because he’s Jackson’s friend,” she responded somewhat curtly. This was not good.

“We can go home if you want,” James offered, trying to soothe her by rubbing his large palm up and down her back. “In fact, I’ll go tell Jackson and Selena now.” He left her standing next to the counter as he stepped out of the room. He was only gone a matter of minutes when he returned, Chad in tow, and escorted her to his truck.

Treasure took this opportunity to absorb as much of him as she could. She was going to miss her guys.

She wished it would last longer when it ended too quickly. Chad kissed her quickly, a sweet brushing of lips before he stepped down and closed the truck door.