Cherished: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella (24 page)

She had to laugh because apparently when Will said he loved her he meant she should take his large plug up her ass. When she thought about it, it was a fitting way to prove her love. “You’re going to fill me up, aren’t you, Doctor?”

His leathers suddenly looked way too small. His cock was tenting them nicely. “I like that. I see we’re going to have some very kinky medical exams in your future. But tonight I’m going to make sure you feel me everywhere. And I’m definitely going to say all the right things.” He disappeared behind her. “This is the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She’d always thought it was too big, but she could become grateful for it if Will kept telling her how pretty it was. “What are you going to do to me, Doc?”

She knew what he was going to do, but she loved to hear him talk dirty. She trembled when she felt him move in behind her.

“Spread your legs for me. I know it’s hard, but you look so gorgeous when you’re submitting to my every disgusting desire. Do you know how much I like to fuck your ass? Do you know how good it feels when that pretty hole is wrapped around my dick? Do you know how good I feel when you’re wrapped around me? When you hold me and all I can see and smell and touch is you—that’s my whole world.”

Oh, he was so stinking good at saying the right things. She managed to give him what he wanted. Very carefully, she spread her legs and opened herself to him. Almost immediately she felt the cool tip of the plug against her asshole. Every breath made the clamps move, and now she felt the sweet pressure of the plug working in.

He fucked her with the plug, moving in and out of her body with an easy rhythm that made her want to scream. “I’m not going back to my condo, Bridget. I’m moving in with you because wherever you are, that’s where my home is. I don’t want to spend a minute apart from you that I don’t have to.”

She groaned as he slid the plug home, nestling it deep inside. She could feel the flat base of the plug fitted between her cheeks. “I think we should get a house. Serena’s neighborhood is nice.”

He was smiling when he moved around to face her. “Then a house you shall have, sweetheart. But there’s one more brother, isn’t there?”

She shivered at the thought. She’d written that character from her darkest fantasies. She’d wanted a lover who was sensitive and smart but oh, how she’d wanted one who could dominate her, too. “The oldest Coleman brother was the Dom.”

He reached up and tugged on the chain between her breasts, setting her nipples on fire. “That’s the part I love to play and that’s the part you won’t forget. I’ll lightly and sneakily top you in our real life. Don’t think I won’t. I’ll suggest and make the way easy for you, but that all changes the minute we enter the bedroom, and by bedroom I mean any room I’m going to fuck you in. Who’s in charge of this, Bridget?”

There was only one answer to that question. “You are.”

“I’ll want you naked. I’ll want you on your knees. I’ll demand that you take my cock every way possible. In your mouth and between your breasts. In your ass and definitely in your sweet cunt. All of those things belong to me.” He flicked a nipple, making her jump. “This body is mine.” He put his hand against her breast. “Tell me this heart is mine, too.”

What the hell had she done to get him? “Everything I have is yours. Unfortunately, you get my bratty mouth, too.”

He leaned over and kissed her, his mouth devouring hers. “I love your bratty mouth. It gives me the chance to spank you and torture you. You never bore me and you’ve made me understand that I need a partner, not a responsibility. You’re my partner, Bridget. I can count on you. You have no idea how much I needed that.”

“I need you, too. I love my friends and they’ve been a godsend, but I’ve been waiting for you, Will. I love you so much.”

His fingers went to the ties on his leathers, freeing his cock with a few twists. Long and thick, his dick pointed her way and she couldn’t take her eyes off it. He stroked himself with that big hand of his. “Then take me. Take all of me. Know that you don’t need any other man than me.”

He spread her legs even further, his hands bracing her, and she felt his cock start to penetrate. With one long thrust, he took her pussy, diving deep inside her cunt to connect them. He held her up, balancing her and making her feel secure.

“Do you know how good it feels to be inside you?” His mouth hovered over hers.

She was held up only by his strong arms and the hook he’d planted in the ceiling. It should have scared her. At the very least it should have made her uncomfortable, and yet she’d never felt safer. She didn’t need defenses against him. He was the one place in the world where she could let go and be exactly who she was. She squeezed him tight, loving the groan that elicited from him. “I know how good it is to have your cock inside me. What are you waiting for?”

He slowly pulled out. “I like this position. You’re so fucking tight. I won’t last long so I need to make this good for you.” He pressed back in. His hands tightened on her hips so he could grind against her clit. “I like you like this. My sweet sub.”

Always his. “My gorgeous Master.”

“You know that’s true. Yours, Bridget. Don’t you ever forget it.” His face took on the hard lines of a man on a mission and he stroked into her again and again. He picked up the pace and her whole body came to vivid life.

There was nothing for her to do but feel. He’d put his mark on her, tied her hands, made it so all she could do was take what he gave her. Trust. He wanted her trust and she gave it to him. She’d never trusted a man, loved a man the way she did Will Daley.

His cock rammed deep, almost immediately hitting her G-spot. All she could do was moan and let that pleasure shiver through her body. She could feel him everywhere. He was there in the way her breasts jangled in the clamps, in the pressure of the plug in her ass. His hand moved to help keep the plug deep inside. He was there kissing her mouth and fucking her in the sweetest way possible.

And his words started to penetrate. “I love you, Bridget. I love you so fucking much.”

She let the orgasm take her, riding that wave of pure pleasure until she couldn’t think about anything but him.

He stiffened and she felt the wash of his come inside her. It filled her and made her warm.

He slipped out, a wicked grin on his face. “Now we get to the fun stuff. I’ve been dying to use that violet wand on you.”

Nope. She didn’t need any other men. She got the feeling she would barely be able to handle the one she had.

Chapter Twelve

Bridget stood next to Will and looked at her sister and Frankie. They were stunning in their wedding finery. Amy was wearing an impossibly gorgeous Vera Wang sheath with a diamond tiara instead of a veil. Frankie was stylish in his Gucci tux. She had to sigh because they really were the most beautiful couple she’d ever seen. And guilt sat in her gut. She hadn’t talked to her sister. She’d chosen Will. In the end, it had to be that way. Will was the love of her life. She owed him everything, but she couldn’t stand the fact that she’d betrayed her sister.

“It’s going to be all right, sweetheart.” Will had been mysterious all afternoon. He was planning something. He’d been on the phone a couple of times, but when she would ask, he shrugged her off.

“I hope so.” She waved as her sister walked over. Her baby sister. God, she remembered when Amy couldn’t tie her own shoes and now she was a gorgeous woman.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The deed was done. They’d been married on the beach not thirty minutes earlier, but Bridget had to ask the question.

A secret smile lit Amy’s lips. “I’ll let you know in a day or two, but I think everything’s going to work out fine.”

Shit. Her sister thought once she slept with Frankie, everything would be okay. “Amy, I have to talk to you.”

Will’s hand tightened on her. “You can talk after the reception.”

Amy laughed. “Oh, I was wondering when you were going to do the big sister talk.”

“There’s a big sister talk?” Frankie was suddenly at his bride’s side. He slid an arm around Amy’s waist. “I would love to hear this. You look stunning in that tiara, love. Didn’t I tell you how lovely it would look?”

“You just want to put it on James later,” Amy teased.

“Who’s James?” Bridget got the sudden feeling she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“I can bet,” Will said out of the side of his mouth.

Bridget threw him a dirty look. She might be his sub in the bedroom, but she still had a say out here in the real world.

Amy leaned over. “His lover, Bridge. He’s far too young for Frankie, but he won’t listen to me. He’s all about the twink, if you know what I mean.”

Bridget frowned at her sister and pointed her finger. She couldn’t do it as well as Serena since she didn’t have the mom thing yet, but she put all her righteous indignation into that point anyway. “You know.”

“Of course I know. I’ve known all along,” Amy replied, leaning into Frankie.

Frankie frowned. “I’m going to have to work on passing for straight. What gives me away?”

“Well, it didn’t help that you practically devoured my bestie with your eyes,” Bridget admitted.

“Ah, the lovely Chris.” Frankie winked flirtatiously. “Now there’s a mature man I might be able to get into.”

“He has a boyfriend.”

Frankie shrugged. “He might not always have one. If he finds himself alone, give me a call and I’ll comfort him. James and I are only casual dates, though I will probably make him wear that tiara tonight. He’ll look cute in it. A little prince. I’m not wasting my wedding night.”

“Will someone tell me what’s going on here?” She was confused. Someone had definitely left her out of the joke.

“Let’s just say Frankie and I have a lot in common. We both have horrible fathers who don’t accept us for who we are,” Amy explained.

Frankie nodded. “I was told to get married—to a woman, of course—or I would be disinherited.”

“And you know Father wants to merge with Frankie’s father’s company before he sells out and screws everyone over.” A stubborn light hit Amy’s eyes.

“You knew.” Oh thank god. “I couldn’t tell you.”

Frankie’s arm tightened around Amy’s shoulders as though comforting her. “Because of Will. Well, we knew there was a reason your father had been looking into him. It explains the conversation I had with Will earlier.”

Will gave Amy an enigmatic smile. “You’re sure you’re all right with what’s about to happen?”

“I’m great. We looked at our numbers. We’re good,” Amy assured him.

“Numbers? What numbers?” Bridget was about to scream if someone didn’t tell her what was going on.

Amy reached out and gave her a huge hug, squeezing her tight. “Don’t worry anymore, Bridget. I’m going to follow in your footsteps and blaze my own trail. I’ve spent too much time being the good girl because I was afraid to fight back. You taught me how.”

“Fight back?” Her stomach turned. “You can’t do that. Amy, you know he won’t fight fair. He’ll destroy you.”

Amy stepped back and took Frankie’s hand again. “Not if we destroy him first. And your man there, I like him. He doesn’t fight fair either. Tell Mr. Taggart we’re ready for the media portion of the evening and that I sincerely hope he chooses to stay on at Slaten Industries. After all, we’re thinking of relocating our corporate offices in the near future. He tells me Dallas is nice this time of year. And I’ll go and let Mitchell know we’ll need his services in about an hour.”

She watched as her sister and Frankie walked away hand in hand toward the center of the elegantly decorated reception hall. “What the hell is going on, Will? And it’s summer. Ian lies. Dallas is a stinking hellhole this time of the year. Relocating? My father will never relocate.”

Amy needed Mitchell. Why would Amy need a lawyer? Slaten Industries had a ton of lawyers. A whole stinking department of them, so why would her sister use Ian Taggart’s lawyer?

Why would her sister marry a man who didn’t want to sleep with her?

“Frankie has a seat on the board now, doesn’t he?” A seat on the board meant he had a vote. Bridget quickly ran down the board in her head. There was more than a quorum right here at the wedding.

Why would her sister consult an outside lawyer? Because she didn’t want their father to know she was going to try to take him down.

Will smiled at her. “Have I ever told you how smart you are?”

“Actually no.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. That’s an oversight. I was far too busy looking at your boobs.” He grabbed her hand and started to lead her toward the back of the room where the AV equipment and the DJ were set up. “You are brilliant though. I really do love your mind, too.”

She looked ahead and saw the McKay-Taggart contingent standing beside the projector. Her sister had put together some sort of media show for the reception. It was supposed to be a montage of her and Frankie’s lives. She was sure it was lovely and would bring a tear to her eye, but she still had questions.

“Why does Amy think the board will vote her way? If she doesn’t pull this off, my father will destroy her.” It was a gutsy move. It was spectacular, but it could also prove fatal if she didn’t pull it off.