Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) (3 page)

“Patrick,” she gasped, pulling back. “I can’t—”

“You’re not a virgin, honey. I know that for sure. It was my cock that made it so.”

Her pussy clenched, despite his coarse language.

“And I’m sure it hasn’t been empty the past ten years.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she muttered before she stopped herself. Now, why the hell had she told him that. She’d been busy; that was all. And she didn’t want to give him the wrong impression.

As a slow grin lifted one side of his mouth, she knew she’d just done exactly that. He thought she’d been pining after him and Sim.

Self-consciously, she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. A reciprocal flare of desire momentarily lit his eyes. She couldn’t help feeling normal, plain-Verity had somehow slipped into an alternate reality. No… She’d been living the alternate reality since she’d moved away from this place. She’d been living in a place where people courted…dated…and they didn’t decide they’d met their “one” the moment they met her. She used to joke that it was something in the water that gave the men the mystical power of “knowing”. But she didn’t believe it was so mystical anymore. It was just lust.

And the gnawing in her belly, told her she had it bad.

Without forethought, she reached for Patrick, bringing his mouth back to her. The handcuff rattled on the railing, but she didn’t care anymore. She’d wanted to try bondage. This was close enough.

Patrick didn’t hold back this time. His arms were steel bands around her as he drew her to his body and claimed her mouth. Wet and hot, they kissed mindlessly. The world seemed to whirl around her, but all that was really in focus was the feel of his lips on hers and the thrust of his tongue against hers. She wasn’t sure how she got to her back on the two stairs, her arm flung out to the side and her wrist still attached to the iron upright. She didn’t know how Patrick ended up over her, his slim hips between her thighs. Their clothing separated them, but the hard ridge of his cock pressed tight to her pussy.

She whimpered as he ground into her, his erection managing to slide along her clit. She lifted a leg around his hip to give him better access…to give him permission. Permission…

A few minutes together, and she was giving herself to him?

“Just one time,” she gasped. “Just this one time…”

“The whole weekend,” he countered. “Until Monday morning. Give Sim and me the whole weekend.”

“I can’t.” She’d be lost in them. She’d never find her way out.

“You can. No one knows you’re here. A few more days won’t make a difference.” He curled her free arm up over her head, trapping her fully beneath him while he kissed along her neck. He hadn’t shaved again when he’d showered and the slight bit of bristle since this morning abraded her exposed skin. The feel of him, the feel of a man’s skin and the weight of him on her, was something no vibrator could mimic.

Sadness filled her at the knowledge she’d be back to that soon. She pushed it away and focused on now. This moment, with his mouth traveling to her breast. She moaned as he captured the peak, making her shirt damp as he sucked her deep. His tongue pressed against the rigid nubbin, circling the sensitive areola around the tip.

Verity dropped her head back, pressing in to him. A whole weekend… Forty or fifty-some hours with him and Sim—she couldn’t do the math now. Not with him driving her right to climax with his attention to her nipple. She could have this. Until Monday. Complete out and out abandon.

“Okay,” she whispered, still afraid she was making a mistake. “Until Monday morning. The whole weekend.”

He lifted his head, the devil in his eyes. “And the whole treatment.”

That look meant trouble. He’d tricked her. “And…what’s that?” she asked, hardly caring but needing to know.

“Me and Sim. And the two friends we have coming in for the weekend. They get here tonight.”

The moment between them froze as they stared at each other. Thoughts raced through her mind as he simply watched her, waiting.

Four. Four men. She’d heard of some women in Daly being in fivesomes. Was there even such a word as fivesome? Was it more like an orgy?

“Four of you?” she finally whispered.

He nodded and released the wrist he’d been holding. Gently, he stroked the hair back from her face. “You’ll be safe.”

“Is this because you’re pissed with me?” she asked. He was angry and now he wanted to pass her around.

He shook his head. “That’s another matter and something we need to deal with later. This is about you and learning that ménage isn’t the awful thing you think it is. And about fun and exploration. Sim and I will keep you safe. It will be clear that you belong to us and nothing goes without us and our permission.

“Four…” she whispered, half to herself.

“Four,” he repeated.

“And you’ll be right here?” Which was a far cry from her attitude a little bit ago when she’d wanted to be as far from him as possible.

“Right here, baby.”

She bit her lip then, after a moment, nodded. “Okay. I’ll do the weekend…and everything.”

Chapter Three

The rain began to fall in fat drops, spattering loudly on the skylight as they stared at each other.

“You know this place,” he finally said. “Most of us practice ménage. There aren’t enough women so we all share. It’s usually a couple men to one woman. Sometimes more.”

“You don’t have to explain it to me. My parents lived the lifestyle, remember?”

That green-eyed stare held her, and she fought the need to squirm. He seemed to vibrate power. Knowledge. Restrained sexual need.

“I find I prefer it,” he told her. “The sight of Sim’s hands on the woman we’re sharing. The sound of her moans as he pulls at her nipples and makes her squirm. The sight of her reacting to him and lifting her hips, and the sound of her cries muffled by his mouth as I take her pussy and make her come.”

Her fingernails bit into her palms as she listened. His words titillated her while vicious jealousy made her want to scream “no” because this man—and Sim—was hers. They couldn’t fuck anyone else. She looked away before he saw the full weight of her torment. Who was she to object? She’d left. Had she expected the young men they’d been to become monks and swear off the female race?

“There’s nothing like the feeling of Sim’s cock rubbing against mine as we fuck a woman at the same time.”

“Shut up,” she whispered. Her mouth had gone dry while her pussy had gotten very wet at his vivid description. She wanted to experience exactly what he described. But she didn’t want to hear about other women.

“It bothers you to hear?”

Her ire stirred. “What do you think, Dick Tracy?”

“Fair enough. You don’t tell us what you’ve done.”

“I already told you. Nothing to tell.”

“Shh…not a word.”

She could see the glee in his eyes. He liked that she hadn’t been with another. She knew why. What he’d said to her might be burned into her consciousness forever. Still some of what he’d said pricked at her—the part about Sim.

“Are…are you bisexual?” she asked.

“No, I’m not. Not really. I don’t mind Sim touching me, and I don’t freak out from feeling his cock while we make love to—while we’re in a ménage, but that’s it. So…I don’t know. Does that make me bisexual? A little maybe.”

Her core gave a little aroused shiver. “A little bit” bi-sexual could be more without much thought. The vision of Patrick sucking another man’s cock suddenly filled her mind’s eye. Her blood pumped a little faster, throbbing at the base of her neck as she tried to swallow.

He cupped the back of her head then leaned forward and closed the gap between their mouths. Helplessly, Verity groaned on a wash of emotion. The feeling of his mouth on hers roused so many conflicted sensations within her, but nothing was more important than giving her all to this weekend and experiencing her two ex-lovers as mature men.

Her torso arched toward him, and his other hand came up to join the first. His fingers dug into her scalp. She could feel his need. He couldn’t wait until they were together. Though he hadn’t said so, she suspected he was waiting for Sim.

Patrick coaxed her lips apart, quickly taking and owning her mouth. His tongue thrust against hers, rough against soft, determined against submitting.

“Are we sharing or do I just get to watch?” asked an amused, deep voice.

She broke away from Patrick’s mouth. “Sim!” she exclaimed.

“Better greeting than I got,” Patrick grumbled.

“You warmed me up.”

“So now we’re tying up women to keep them?” Sim cut in. “This is your plan?”

“Fuck you.”

Sim sighed. “You keep offering…”

“Cut it out!” his friend growled. Verity felt him tense above her. Even more, his cock jerked against her cunt. Oh, he was interested. Cream seeped into her pussy as she imagined them together. It confused her—shouldn’t she want them to be interested in her and only her? Still, she didn’t care that they liked each other too.

“Come ‘ere,” she said to Sim, beckoning to him with her fingers. Intensity rolled off him and electrified her senses, raising the small hairs along her arms—a warning, but not dire. She had to be prepared. Between the two of these men, she’d be perched at the pinnacle of a gigantic coaster. The three of them together would send her careening into the unknown at breakneck speed—and then when their friends arrived, that train might fly right off the tracks.

Sim knelt to her side then bent over her. He looked similar enough to Patrick to be his brother. The first time she’d seen him, she’d actually thought one of the O’Keefe cousins had come to town. Like Patrick, he’d grown more muscular and had inked his body, though Sim’s tattooing was more extreme. A full sleeve stretched up his left arm.

A damp shock of his hair flopped roguishly over his light brown eyes. He’d had to dash through the rain to get here. His black T-shirt was dry though, and she glanced behind him. A dripping slicker hung from a hook near the door. It was pouring outside. It reminded her of the many times the three of them had made love in the bed of Patrick’s old truck with the rain pounding on the camper top. They’d done it out in a downpour more than once too. Hell, she’d been damn lucky she hadn’t gotten pneumonia.

As Sim brushed his lips over hers, she wondered if it would have been such an awful thing. They would have tried to take care of her, just as they’d wanted to “do right” by her when she’d gotten pregnant. Had she not miscarried, she would have spent her life here with them.

And you would have gotten nowhere, Verity,
she reminded herself.
Just enjoy this weekend then leave your memories behind.

Verity bit her lip as she looked around. Sim wanted to capture the tormented flesh with his own teeth then kiss her. He kissed the tip of her nose to get her attention as Patrick moved to the side. She stared up at him with the wide brown eyes that had always melted his insides. Her big eyes could get him to do anything.

Gently, he cupped her cheek. Desire sparked in her gaze, but he’d been trained in body language and unless he missed his mark, Verity wasn’t completely comfortable with this anymore. Innocence seeped off her and he knew she hadn’t been with many men since the two of them.

His thumb smoothed along her bottom lip and pulled it free of the abuse inflicted by her teeth. Unable to resist, he slid his arm around her waist and drew her close, taking the place Patrick had had when Sim had walked in the door. A soft, pleased sigh escaped her. Her lips parted. Not needing more of an invitation, Sim tipped his head and captured her mouth.

Verity moaned and her body seemed to melt up into him. Her free fingers curled into his shirt as they kissed. Something inside him shifted, revealing long hidden feelings. He’d missed her.

“’Bout fucking time you came home,” he growled. “I want to know exactly where you’ve been and what you’ve been doing.”

“Later,” Patrick murmured. “She only agreed to a weekend.”

Sim’s head shot up and he glared at Patrick. “What?”

“She only agreed to a weekend.”

“I heard that,” he grated. “But why?” He shook his head and turned to her. “Never mind. We’ll discuss
that
later, too.”

Without letting her answer, he took her mouth again. The taint of anger lingered in his belly. Suddenly, he understood Patrick’s earlier tension. This needed to be fixed, but he’d take the weekend and go from there—of course, now that Verity was here, he was ready to get what he wanted from Patrick too. It seemed like it had been a lifetime of wanting on his part—wanting Verity and having her missing; wanting Patrick but unable to say anything.

Sim slid his tongue against hers, and she made a soft sound. Warmth filled him. Her palm skimmed up over his pecs and around his neck. She felt like ambrosia against him. Enflamed with desire, he held her tighter. His cock went ram-rod hard in his jeans. He pressed into her, letting her know just how much he wanted her softness.

“Yes,” she murmured between kisses.