Sodom and Detroit (13 page)

“Yes, love?”

The flogger teasingly stroked along Angel’s inner
thighs as Luke rested his head on his shoulder.

“Fuck him.”

Angel groaned and almost went limp in the chains.
She was trying to kill him. Leather rustled behind him as Luke
pulled down his pants. Angel’s hips were pulled back, and a thick
finger shoved a large glob of cold gel directly onto his anus. He
never would have thought that hanging here, at the mercy of his
lovers, could have turned him on this much. Usually he liked to be
in control, in charge, but tonight he was willing to do anything
and everything they asked of him.

Soon the silken head of Luke’s prick rubbed between
the cheeks of his ass, smearing the slippery gel over him. His eyes
closed as he relaxed his body and opened himself for Luke’s cock.
The sting of the fat head pushing into his rectum made him clench,
and Luke paused, giving him time to adjust. Angel took a deep
breath and gently pushed back, feeling each inch of cock pressing
into him. More cock filled him until he felt Luke’s pubic bone firm
against his ass. Tight, stuffed full, he gripped the dick inside of
him with his internal muscles.

Luke groaned and ran his hands over Angel’s chest as
he buried himself up to the hilt. “Watch Maeve while I fuck
you.”

The rough echo of Luke’s words warmed through
Angel’s body and settled in his balls.

She teased her swollen nipples and said, “If you can
keep from coming, you get to fuck me once Luke is done.”

The fire of challenge penetrated the fog of his
lust, and he gritted his teeth. Luke gasped behind him and began to
stroke in and out of him with smooth movements. Maeve remained
kneeling before him, spreading the lips of her swollen labia and
revealing the pink within. Her pussy clenched around her finger as
she arched and moaned.

His jaw clenched, and his breath hissed out between
his teeth. Long and thick, his cock jutted into the air and jerked
with the power of Luke’s thrusts. Locking his gaze with Maeve’s, he
pushed back into Luke’s pounding, the chains rattling with their
movements.

“Shit,” Luke hissed and reached around to stroke his
cock. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Don’t,” he growled out. He clenched the inner
muscles of his ass, and Luke gave two final thrusts before he froze
and pumped Angel’s ass full of hot cum. Angel desperately wanted to
join him in his orgasm, but the sight of Maeve on her knees with
her pussy swollen and wet made him hold back.

Maeve licked her lips. Her fingers continued to work
her pussy as she watched them, and she made little silken sounds of
need. What would it feel like to fuck her while Luke fucked him? If
he played his cards right, he would soon find out.

Luke laid his head on Angel’s shoulder, pulling
himself out. “All right, my love, she’s all yours. Please don’t
fuck this up. I really, really like her.”

Angel took a deep breath and nodded. There was more
at stake now than just
his
feelings.

Maeve darted her glance between them and took a deep
breath. Luke tucked himself back into his pants and knelt before
her. They exchanged a long, hot kiss, and he stroked her pussy with
the palm of his hand. That gentle contact had her moaning into his
mouth, and Luke let out a wistful sigh.

Brushing his lips over hers, he said, “I got my
alone time with you earlier, and now it’s Raven’s turn. Use him,
take him, and when you two are done, I’ll be waiting for you
both.”

He gave her pussy one more stroke, then said,
“Pizzariffic.”

The silence between them stretched out as they were
now alone in the room. Angel positively vibrated with barely
contained lust bordering on violence. If he didn’t bury himself in
that beautiful cunt soon, he was going to lose his mind.

“Are you ready to discuss a merger?” she said in a
husky voice.

With a growl, he said, “Yes.”

Her hands shook as she unlocked his shackles.
Anticipation hung heavy in the air between them, and her breath
came out in rapid pants. As soon as his hands were free, he grabbed
her and jerked her against his body, fighting to keep from throwing
her to the ground and rutting on her like a beast. He took them
both to a wide bed in the corner of the room and lay back.

He pulled her onto his cock. “Ride me.” If he was on
top, he was afraid he would hurt her. The need was that bad.

She positioned his dick against her slick entrance
and watched him watch her as she slid down. He licked his fingers
and rubbed her clit as she moved down on him. It was so good, so
right.

She rode him, long and hard, grinding herself
against his muscled stomach as he gripped her hips and slammed her
down on his cock. The force was almost painful, and she gasped each
time he shoved himself in as far as he could go. She buried her
hands in his hair and kissed him long and deep while rocking her
hips in slow circles. The head of his cock rubbed over her G-spot
at this angle, and he could feel her body going taut with the first
edge of her orgasm.

Her pussy tightened around him, and she fucked him
for all she was worth. He tipped his head back, the muscles in his
neck standing out as he groaned. The waves of her orgasm triggered
his in a hot, pounding rush. They panted and strained against each
other as their bodies contracted. The softness of her, the smell of
her, and the knowledge that it was Maeve doing this to his body
gave him one of the best orgasms of his life.

Panting, barely able to breathe, he began to laugh
and rolled her over onto her back. “I was afraid Luke wore you out
this afternoon.” He kissed her sweaty forehead and cuddled her
close.

He slowly slid himself out from between her legs.
She looked up at him with such vulnerability that he pulled her
into a hug.

“Did you really send him for me?” she asked in a
voice so soft he almost didn’t hear it.

He nodded and smoothed her hair back. “Maeve, you
need to understand something about me.”

She groaned and buried her face back into his chest.
“You’re married?”

He snorted and spanked her bottom lightly. “No. But
Luke and I share everything, including our women. I lo—really like
you. A lot.” He grinned and continued, “And if we are going to have
something outside of VR, I want you to understand that I’m a
package deal.”

Her eyes were enormous when she looked up at him.
“Seriously? You don’t get jealous, either of you?”

He held her face between his hands. She had to
understand this, had to see that he meant every word. “Nope. I love
Luke. It just feels…natural to us to share a woman. We love each
other, but we also crave the presence of a very special woman in
our lives.”

“Plus”—his voice lowered, and his cock stirred
against her leg—“I
love
watching him fuck you.”

She blinked rapidly, and he would have given a
million dollars to know what she was thinking. “Have you done this
a lot?”

“A lot? No. We’ve been in three committed
relationships that didn’t work out for various reasons.” He stroked
her cheek. “We would like you to consider an exclusive relationship
with us. I can speak on Luke’s behalf when I assure you that you
are exactly what we are looking for.”

She laid her head on his chest, and he could feel
her racing heart. What was she thinking? Had he blown it by asking
her too soon? He bit his lip to keep from blurting out that they
loved her and wanted to spend the rest of their lives making her
happy. Yeah, that would certainly help the situation.

Finally she took a deep breath and propped her head
up on her elbow. Her dark brown eyes were at once vulnerable and
hard. “I can’t commit until I know who you are.”

Unease and a hint of fear tightened his stomach.
They were finally at the point that he’d feared. He nodded and
sighed. “Of course. After you’re done, come to Luke’s office. I’ll
be waiting there with him.”

Lips soft, he gave her a gentle kiss, then said,
“Give us a chance, Maeve. I promise you won’t regret it. Please.”
His voice grew rough on the last word, and something shifted in
Maeve’s gaze. A tenderness he had not seen in a long time burned in
those soft brown depths, and his breath caught in his throat.

Maeve nodded and disentangled herself from his arms.
“Pizzariffic.”

Luke paced up and down the room, his hair twisted
into short spikes from having his hand run through it one too many
times. Angel wasn’t doing much better, despite his extremely
satisfying time with Maeve. He was so nervous he felt like he might
be sick.

“We should have told her earlier,” Luke muttered and
spun on his heel to pace to the other side of the room. “Honesty is
always the best policy.”

Angel snapped, “I know, but it’s a little late for
that now.” He was a mess of anticipation, hope, and fear. Beyond
what would happen with Maeve, he feared what would happen with Luke
if this didn’t turn out well. He had introduced them, encouraged
Luke to become attached to her. Hell, he knew what Luke was like
when he decided he cared for someone. Once Luke gave his heart, he
gave it 100 percent. It would hurt him deeply if Maeve rejected
them. Even worse, Luke would be right in blaming him if this didn’t
work out.

Luke narrowed his eyes at him, then glanced at the
wall of monitors. There was no sign of Maeve coming out of the
elevators yet. “You’re not the only one who is emotionally involved
here, Angel. I really like Maeve. We had a great time together, and
she really gets me. Hell, I’m half in love with her already.”

Angel slumped into Luke’s desk chair and cupped his
head in his hands. “We can make this work. I’ll explain it to her,
and with your help, she’ll see this as a good thing, and we can
move forward.”

Ignoring Luke’s snarl, Angel continued, “Maeve is
smart and rational. She’ll see the upsides to this, and maybe
she’ll be flattered.”

Luke’s hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed.
Angel laid his over it and took comfort from Luke’s touch. “Hell, I
don’t know what I’m doing,” he confessed in a whisper. “When we
started this, it seemed like such a good idea, such a surefire
plan.”

Luke rubbed his shoulders. “Sorry for taking out my
worry on you. I’m probably just freaking out needlessly. We’ve
spent the last couple of days doing everything we could to show her
how much we want her. Hopefully that will help to offset any anger
she might have at finding out who you really are. I mean it was
years ago, when you guys were teenagers. She may not even remember
you.”

They watched the monitors together. Maeve stepped
into the elevator, a merry smile on her face, an occasional silent
giggle escaping her lips. Her eyes sparkled, and she shifted in
place with eagerness. Angel’s heart constricted, and he prayed with
all his might that when she saw him, she would be able to embrace
the possibility of giving him and Luke a chance.

The secretary’s desk was empty next to the massive
doors to Luke’s office. She raised her hand to knock and chickened
out. This was such a big step, such a huge deal. Her life consisted
of following rules and doing everything she could to win. What if
the men did become jealous of one another? What if they took out
that jealousy on her and they had a horrible fight? How in the
world was she supposed to trust her heart to two men when she
didn’t even want to trust it to one?

She twisted her fingers together and considered
leaving. Back to her room, by herself, while Trinity and Jerald
celebrated finding each other. That thought was far worse than any
imagined argument. The emptiness waiting for her was a bleak
reality she could not face. Not after the warmth, excitement, and
love of the past three days. She leaned her head against the door
and closed her eyes. It was past time she admitted the truth to
herself. Despite how hard she’d fought it and how much she’d
avoided it, she came here hoping in her secret heart to find the
kind of love that was waiting for her on the other side of the
door. She would be a fool to run away now.

She knocked on the door and took a shuddering
breath. Luke opened it. “Before you come in, I just want you to
know that I one hundred percent want you. I want your body, I want
your mind, and I want your heart.”

She gaped at him, and he grabbed her hand. “Thank
you for having the courage to come to us.”

He opened the door farther and led her into the
room.

A dark caramel-skinned bald man in a white T-shirt
stood in front of the windows, looking out over the lights far
below. His body was the same as in VR: broad shoulders, big biceps,
narrow waist, and that wonderful ass. Her heart pounded, and she
felt as nervous as a teenager on a first date. It was an odd blend
of knowing the man standing before her more intimately than she
could imagine and meeting a total stranger. Luke squeezed her hand,
and she remembered to breathe again.

“Hello, Maeve,” the man at the window said without
turning around.

Luke dropped her hand and gently pushed her toward
him.

Hearing his voice in real life made her pulse pound.
It was hard to believe that he was really here, right in front of
her. She approached slowly. “What’s your name?”

His big shoulders lifted in a sigh. “My name is
Angel.” He turned, and she almost hit the ground. “But you can call
me Rafe.”

Shock slammed into her, and she backpedaled into
Luke’s broad chest. In all her imaginings about who he would be,
Rafe was at the absolute bottom of the list. Her mind couldn’t
process who he was, couldn’t blend the guy who broke her heart with
the fantasy man who had gained her trust and made her fall in
love.

Luke steadied her and ran a soothing stroke down her
arm. His voice was tight and angry as he said, “I told you we
should have eased her into this.”