Their Virgin’s Secret, Masters of Menage, Book 2 (20 page)

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she said, but she was already softening in his arms.

Cole scoffed. “Whatever. You remember your safe word?”

“Fuck you, Cole.” She spat the words out. She’d apparently gotten comfortable with cussing. She’d likely cursed them every day they had been apart.

Cole didn’t let it bother him. He knew the game now, and he intended to win. “Oh, we’ll get to that. But you’d better spit out your safe word first, or we’re going to stand here all afternoon and wait until you do.”

“You bastard,” she mumbled. “Resolution.”

He smiled. “Good. Now I definitely think our little sub requires some discipline. Burke, we’re going to need the clamps. All of them.”

He tossed her on the bed. Her robe gaped open showing off the breasts he’d dreamed of every night since he’d met her. They were beautiful and a bit rounder after having their son, with skin so soft he’d never been able to forget the feel of it. Just like he’d thought, her nipples were hard little nubs. And for the first time, there was just a bit of fear in those green eyes.

Yeah, he liked that, too. His cock throbbed in his jeans when he considered all the nasty, explicit things he could do to her.

Every muscle in his body was on full alert. He’d dreamed of this, of having her again. Of sinking into her body and never leaving. “Pull the robe wide open. Let me see every fucking inch of you.”

Her mouth firmed, and he watched as she undoubtedly decided whether or not to defy him. Her hands finally went to the tie of her robe, and she pulled it open quickly, without a hint of seduction.

If she thought that was going to deter him, she had another thing coming.

As Jessa revealed her body to him, Cole noted the differences. She carried a few more curves. She had a few stretch marks and a straight scar across her lower abdomen.

“I had a C-section. If it bothers you, I can get dressed.” She started to pull the robe on again, but Cole pushed her hands away.

“You’re beautiful.” His whole body responded to her. Every cell inside him felt like it was coming to life after a long period of hibernation. He’d been surviving since the moment he’d walked away from her. Just existing. Now he felt alive again.

This woman in front of him was all that mattered. Jessa, his brother, and the son they had made together. If they were the only people in his world, he would be fine with that. He shoved aside everything else. No more guilt. No more doubt. No more hiding away. He had a new mission. To make Jessa love him again.

And Cole Lennox never failed a mission.

* * * *

Jessa held her breath. He’d said she was beautiful, but she knew she looked different than the last time he’d seen her naked. Her breasts weren’t as perky. They had fed a child for nearly three months. She had scars from her surgery and stretch marks. She wasn’t some perfect little virgin anymore. She was a woman, and she had the marks to prove it.

Was this a huge mistake? Probably, but it was hers to make. She wanted Cole and Burke. She wanted to remember what it felt like to be wanted one last time.

Oh, she wasn’t going to take them back. She couldn’t trust them. They could talk a good game, but she didn’t dare open her heart up to them again. She just wanted tonight. Well, maybe a few nights. A few kisses and caresses and memories to keep her warm when they were gone again. That probably made her an idiot, but she’d never wanted anyone but them. They’d used her, and she still wanted them. This was her last chance to get over them.

“Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Cole stared down at her.

“Fuck. I didn’t think I would get to see you this way again.” Burke breathed the words out. He stood beside his brother, his previous anger seemingly spent. Burke had been willing to fight. Cole hadn’t. He’d closed in on himself. The walls he’d seemingly placed between them had enraged Jessa. But he’d still seen her, read her need. That was all that mattered now.

“I haven’t lost all my baby weight.” Now she was nervous. Without the anger raging through her system, she felt vulnerable, a little worried.

Cole’s eyes went hard. “Not another disparaging word. You’re beautiful, Jessa. I won’t let anyone insult you, even yourself.”

He was using
that
voice on her, the one that went to a deep, dark place when he took control. It was rich and oozed authority. Burke’s rich tone was pure seduction, but when Cole started telling her what to do in that dark honeyed growl of his, she couldn’t resist him.

“Put your hands over your head. It’s been a long time, and I want to inspect you. I want to learn your body all over again.”

Jessa winced. She just wanted to have sex, but he was going to drag this out, make it a lavish, prolonged affair. A glance into his resolute face told her that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. She’d pushed, and now she had to take what he gave her. Oh, he would listen to her, but then he’d do exactly what he pleased. If she was going to get what she wanted, she’d have to play by Cole’s rules. It rankled, but she also found an odd sense of security in it. He wouldn’t let her fall, not in bed. He would take care of her. Burke would, too. They talked a good game, but it was still possible they’d walk away the instant Delgado no longer threatened her. But they would be utterly here with her now.

It was the only place she could trust them.

She let her hands drift up, threading her fingers together.

“Very good, baby. Now spread your legs. We want to see our pussy again.”

She wanted to argue about the “our” part, but it was true. In the year since they had left, she hadn’t even thought about another man. She’d met many attractive men, but not a one made her feel the way these two did. None had been as commanding as Cole or as smoothly seductive as Burke. Not one of those men had haunted her dreams or held a candle to their memories.

Her heart raced as she let her knees fall to the sides, and her legs opened to them, the cool air of the room sliding over her. She felt her nipples peak even tighter. Her skin came alive under their watchful gazes.

“Wider,” Cole barked.

She stretched her legs out, putting her pussy on full display.

Burke breathed in, filling his lungs. “She smells delicious. Jesus…”

His voice wobbled, and he licked his lips. Jessa’s pussy pulsed at the thought of his talented tongue on her, lashing her with pleasure until she couldn’t see straight. Burke could feast on her for what felt like forever.

“Not yet, brother. She has to work her way up to that. That’s too good a treat for a sub who’s spent the last hour baiting her Masters.” Cole held out his hand, and Burke placed something in it. It looked metallic and attached to a chain. “She manipulated us to get what she wanted without having to admit her desires, without having to promise or work anything out.”

“Cole, don’t push her,” Burke practically begged.

“Oh, but she wants me to push her.” Cole’s smile turned slightly feral. “Tie her hands.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his purred threat. God, she’d missed this side of Cole. When he used that smile on her, she was never sure if he was genuinely amused or just getting ready to do something really nasty that would get his cock hard and drive her wild.

Burke reached into Cole’s brown leather bag and came back out with a length of thin rope. As he wound it around her wrists, binding them together over her head, she felt something in her relax. She sighed, having missed the feeling of truly giving over to these men, of not being alone. Even if it was just for a little while, she needed this fantasy. She wanted to linger because all too soon they would likely be gone again.

While Burke bound her hands together, Cole stripped. Jessa watched as that enormous, hard body was revealed inch by inch. She remembered what it felt like to run her hands across his smooth skin, to feel each hard, bulging muscle and know it was hers. Cole’s hands went to the fly of his jeans, and he efficiently did away with them, tossing them over the chair. His cock stood out from his body, thick and long. She couldn’t help but stare at it.

And then she saw that she wasn’t the only one who had obtained a few scars in their time apart.

A nasty circular scar puckered up from the skin of his abdomen, just over his hip bone.

“What happened?” It looked angry, as though it wasn’t finished doing its damage yet.

Cole touched it, his eyes going down as though he had to remind himself it was there. “Took a round outside of Medellin. It was no big deal. It was a through and through. Burke just stitched me up until we could see a doctor.”

Burke hopped off the bed, seemingly happy with his knot now securing her. He pulled at his T-shirt, tossing it away. “We were lucky that time. We couldn’t find a regular doctor for Cole, just a vet. There was my big, bad brother and twelve overindulged pussy cats.”

“It’s not funny. He could have died.” Jessa’s voice shook.

Cole could have died. He could have lost his life, and no one would have told her. She would have gone on, never knowing that he was gone.

“No, Jessa. This wasn’t fatal. Show her, Burke.”

Burke sighed, dropped his pants, and turned around. Jessa gasped. He had scars across his lower back that hadn’t been there before.

“As we were fleeing with Alea, one of the brothel owner’s brothers caught up with us. Burke took three in the back before I took the fucker down. This isn’t the first time someone’s family has come after us.”

“I lost a good portion of my liver, but apparently it grows back. Lucky me.” Burke turned back around. “Do you know what got me through?”

She shook her head. She didn’t want to hear this. “Don’t tell me.”

Burke sent her a triumphant smile. “Too bad, because now that you’re tied up, you’re not going anywhere. As I lost consciousness, I thought about you. As I woke up, I thought about you. As I recovered, I thought about you.”

“You did a lot of thinking, but not a lot of picking up the phone and calling.”

Burke’s eyes rolled. “Clamp her. Maybe it will make her more pleasant.”

Cole let the metal object in his hand drop, holding on to a thin, silver chain that connected them. “These are clover clamps. They’re for your nipples. Burke, I need those nipples hard and ready.”

Burke climbed on the bed and brushed his fingers over her nipples, softly at first, then gripped them hard between his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed, making her whole body pulse with anticipation. “Like this, brother?”

Cole’s eyes never left her breasts. “Perfect.”

He climbed on the bed, in between her legs, making the bed dip. Burke stayed at her side, holding her nipples for Cole.

“I think you’re going to like these, baby. I know I will. The clamps go on comfortably. They’ll grip your nipples and make them exquisitely sensitive, but they get tighter with every yank of the chain.

Moisture flooded her folds. She could feel herself getting wet, growing restless. Burke leaned over, his mouth hovering over one breast. A low growl of appreciation came out of his throat just before he set his mouth over the already impossibly tight nipple, twisting the other with his fingers. The suction jolted straight to her pussy, lighting her up and making her writhe.

“Yeah, baby, every time you do that, these clamps will tighten.” Cole moved in the instant Burke lifted his head. Cole eased the silver clamp on to her nipple, ruthlessly placing it at the base, the bud plumping and reddening.

Burke put his mouth against her ear. “I know you feel that, sweetheart.”

His whisper ran like wildfire across her skin. She felt the pressure on her nipple, but that was just the start. As she wriggled and writhed, the pressure began to build all over, like a bottle of champagne just waiting to be uncorked. So long. She’d needed this for so long. She needed this and so much more.

Burke leaned over her body, capturing the opposite nipple between his teeth and tugging, preparing it for the bite of the clamp. He pulled on the nub, abrading it with his teeth, prodding it with his tongue. With a little groan, Burke lifted his head. Cole slipped the clamp on. She whimpered, the pressure brushed the edge of pain, but she felt. She finally felt, and her men had given her this gift.

Cole sat back on his heels, his cock jutting out, but he seemed utterly in control. His dark brooding had transformed into sexual need. Jessa was shocked at just how much that excited her. She hadn’t admitted how much seeing him shut down hurt her. Burke had been willing to fight, but she needed Cole, as well. And they seemed to need her, too.

“I can see her arousal from here. She’s ridiculously wet,” Cole said, his voice a deep groan as he palmed his cock.

Burke let his hand slide down her body, causing her to quiver. His fingers slipped over her clitoris. “Oh, she’s a dirty girl. She likes her nipples pinched, clamped, and tortured.”

“Those clamps look perfect on her, like jewels.” Cole flicked at one.

Jessa shuddered, the sensation flaring. Her nipples were engorged with blood. Cole pulled lightly on the chain that draped across the valley of her breasts. Jessa moaned as the clamp bit into her flesh with ruthless pressure. She looked down and saw that her nipples were turning a deep red. The silver clamps were pretty against her flesh. She whimpered.