Forbidden Legacy (9 page)

Until Harrison’s assertion, she would have denied wanting anything other than Michael’s cock inside her, fucking her into oblivion, but now…

Michael drew his fingers through her juices, dragging the moisture to her anus. She gasped when he pressed one inside.

Alexis closed her eyes, trying to still her suddenly racing heart. “I, I’m not—” The word ready hovered on her lips, but she wasn’t sure that was true. She was afraid of what they wanted, nervous about being able to accept it, but those fears were overridden by outright desire.

“Not today, Lex. Not here. We’re going to take you that way, but when we do, we’ll be in a bed. And you will be ours in every sense of the word.”

Every sense. She understood Harrison’s conditions. They would take her that way only when she’d given in to their desire to become a triad. They’d give her that when and only when she’d pledged her life to both of them.

A week ago, she would have told him to take his ultimatum and shove it where the sun don’t shine, but now…now she felt like a child being refused the treat she desired more than anything. Michael pushed a second finger into her ass, forcing a groan from her. Anal play was something she’d never even considered slightly interesting. Now it was taking every ounce of strength she possessed not to beg Michael to fuck her there.

“Harrison,” she started to argue, but he read her thoughts too well.

He shook his head, kissing her quickly to halt her request. “You know what we want, Lex. If you’re honest with yourself, you’ll see it’s what you want as well. Stop fighting this. Stop denying this isn’t right. Perfect.”

“We’ve been on one date, Harry. One. And I told you, this is just sex.” Alexis wasn’t sure where she’d found the lie, but once it had formed, she’d let it fly.

He released a long sigh and then glanced at Michael. “It looks like there’s more work to be done.” His gaze fell to her once more. “We still have three weeks. We’re not going to stop doing everything within our power to convince you.”

A threat had never sounded so fucking hot. She gave him a challenging look that wasn’t lost on Harrison. He smiled.

Then she looked over her shoulder at Michael. “Are you going to finish up back there or are you a fan of blue balls?” She pretended to be bored, hoping Michael would fall for the act. The truth was if he stopped right now, she’d probably be forced to commit murder.

Michael reprimanded her for her smart mouth with one of his delicious punishments. Adding a third finger to her ass, he stretched her to the edge of discomfort, letting his touch be a warning. Then he removed his fingers from her anus, grasped her hips once more and shoved back into her pussy with a hard, deep thrust that would have alerted every person on this floor what was happening in this room if Harrison hadn’t covered her mouth with his and kissed her.

Michael had clearly reached the end of his restraint, as he took her with an intensity bordering on violence. Alexis matched him slam for slam, welcoming the beautiful brutality. After days of numbing, cold pain, it was a relief to feel the heat again.

Alexis trembled as her orgasm came, her pussy clenching tightly. Michael followed her, his muted groan telling her that even in the throes of his climax, he was able to regulate his response, remember his surroundings and keep quiet. She resented that he was able to steal that power from her and she suddenly longed to strip away some of his self-control. What would it feel like to bring Michael Austin to his knees?

None of them moved immediately, and it was several minutes later before Alexis became aware of sounds outside the room. It was business as usual in the hospital as she listened to nurses chatting, the sound of gurneys rolling by, and the coughing, sneezing, sniffling noises of people coming in search of help.

She lifted herself upright, ignoring the twinge in her pussy that said she’d been taken hard. She wouldn’t mind that slight ache if it didn’t trigger her arousal and make her long to do the whole damn thing again. She really had waited too long between flings.

Harrison and Michael followed her lead, rising and putting their clothing to rights. Once they’d tucked themselves back in—cocks and shirts—they helped her dress. Harrison placed a soft kiss atop both breasts as he put them inside the cups of her bra.

Michael stroked her calves and thighs as he slid her thong and then her jeans into place.

None of them spoke until they were completely dressed once more. Then Alexis walked over to the couch and sank down slowly. All she wanted to do was sleep for the next twenty-four hours or so.

“Go home, Dr. Jenner.” Michael was leaning against the counter. He looked pretty haggard himself, and she wondered if he’d been home since the fire.

It concerned her to see the dark circles under his typically bright eyes. “I will if you will.”

Michael gave her a crooked grin. “Deal. Want me to drive you?”

She shook her head. “My car is here and I don’t live far. I really am tired, and something tells me if I leave here with either of you, I won’t get to sleep.”

Harrison chuckled as he dropped next to her on the couch. “You’re right. You wouldn’t. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to lay you down right now and ring the bell for round two.”

She rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her and tucked her close.

“I can’t believe I did this.” Now that her horniness had been assuaged, her body satisfied, her brain had decided to begin working once more.

“You made it perfectly clear what you wanted from us, Lex. There are no misunderstandings. We’re simply going to continue to follow the same course.”

“Meaning you and Michael are going to keep trying to seduce me into agreeing to a permanent ménage?”

Michael nodded. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

“You realize how ridiculous that sounds.”

Harrison tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Life is strange. You can either accept that and live happy or fight against it and be miserable.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t go all philosophical on me. I’m running on empty right now and am not in debating shape. Give me a day or two and I’ll figure out why what you just said is total hooey.”

Harrison kissed her on the cheek. “I look forward to the argument.”

Alexis took a deep breath and forced herself to stand up. If she sat much longer, she’d drift off to sleep. She walked to the sink to dump her now-cold coffee and rinse out the cup. Then she got her purse and jacket from her locker. She also grabbed the bag she’d stuffed with dirty clothes. She was no stranger to pulling all-nighters at the hospital if one of her patients needed her to remain close by, so she always kept a couple extra outfits on hand. She’d used up all her spares during the past few days.

Harrison kissed her goodbye. It was a platonic buss, but it still managed to turn her on. This was getting ridiculous.

She wasn’t a stranger to one-night stands. Given her commitment to her work, brief flings were all she usually had time for. The problem was in the past few years she hadn’t even bothered with that. She’d told herself it was because she didn’t need sex—apart from the relief provided by her vibrator—but in truth, it was due to her feelings for Harrison.

She’d fallen for him long ago, the crush she’d harbored on her professor had blossomed to full-fledged love when their association had turned to friendship. After learning about the Trinity Masters and understanding what he expected from a relationship, she’d tried to cast those feelings aside, ignoring them, discounting them. She’d invited men back to her place in hopes that one of them would make her forget Harrison. It hadn’t worked, and eventually she’d stopped trying. She was paying for that now. Too many years of harboring hidden desires for the man had been unleashed, and it would take a hell of a lot longer than three weeks to work it all out of her system. The word
forever
drifted through her mind.

She hesitated when she walked by Michael. She had no idea how she felt about him. For most of her adult life, she’d focused her attention on Harrison. Now that she was being asked to consider a serious relationship with someone else, she wasn’t sure how to act. He’d been her boss and her nemesis for ten years. And while the past few days had proven they were more than compatible in the bedroom, that didn’t translate into a love affair.

Michael tugged her hair, his face proving he understood her uncertainty. “I’m struggling with this too. Let’s not get worked up about it yet. Baby steps.”

She considered what they’d just done—his fingers in her ass, his cock taking her more roughly than any lover in her past—and laughed, feeling her cheeks flush with the memory. “We may be a bit beyond baby steps.”

He shook his head. “No. Sex is easy. It’s the rest that’s going to take some work.”

“We only have three weeks,” she pointed out.

“Lucky thing we’re brilliant, quick studies.”

She rolled her eyes. “Humble much?”

“You know me. And I know you. We’re a lot closer to sorting this out than you realize. Just hang in there, okay? No freaking out.”

She tilted her head. “I don’t freak out.”

His mischievous grin told her he was trying to push her buttons, daring her to continue. She had just enough pride to fall for it too.

She lifted her face. “Kiss me goodbye.”

She’d meant the request as a challenge to counter his. What she hadn’t expected was the look of genuine delight on his face.

He bent his head and kissed her, the touch so gentle and loving it took her breath away.

Fuck. That backfired.

She placed her fingers to her lips when he released her and took two steps back. “I have to go.”

Michael winked, perfectly aware that he’d taken her off-guard. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Harrison walked her to the door and offered her one more brief kiss. She left the room without another word.

She’d lied to Michael.

She was totally freaking out.

*****

The young man watched Harrison Adams kiss the pretty doctor. Neither of them saw him. His mother had always told him he was very good at disappearing, blending into a crowd. She hadn’t meant it as a compliment. Most of the time, she’d been annoyed when she’d realized he’d been hovering, watching, listening.

She should have been ashamed—not annoyed—considering what he’d been forced to watch her do. Women were nothing more than sluts—pawns to be used and then discarded. His mother fit that category, so did the whore he’d had murdered in the alley in Chicago. Good riddance to both.

It was the only lesson he’d ever learned from his father. After all, dear old dad had fucked his mother until he was tired of her and then left. What his father hadn’t realized was he hadn’t just thrown away the whore. He’d left his son as well. Left his boy with an inept, stupid woman who knew nothing about how to raise a child, how to feed her son, clothe him, keep him safe.

He grinned as he considered the payback. His father was suffering a devastating loss. Killing those two women had been a stroke of genius. They’d left his father weak, vulnerable. Soon, he’d discover the link between Harrison, his father and that damn symbol. Once those lines were drawn, he could find a way to bring the whole thing crashing down on their heads.

His eyes narrowed as Harrison watched the doctor walk away. For some reason, Harrison Adams had stepped in after his father left his mother, sending money to help them get by. The monthly checks had kept a roof over their heads and food on the table.

Then, when he was only nine, Harrison had abandoned them too. The young man considered Harrison’s crime the worst of all. His father hadn’t known of his existence, so he hadn’t realized his son needed him. Harrison had simply cut them off without a word. Left them penniless. His mother had turned to dancing to earn money, becoming a two-bit stripper. When her body began to sag and the money on stage dried up, she’d earned a living by lying on her back. Stupid cunt.

There was a debt to be paid. Harrison Adams owed him for his desertion and the female doctor looked like a good place to start. He’d been surprised when she’d noticed him in the emergency room. No one ever saw him. He’d covered his tracks well and earned a reward for his quick thinking.

He was tired of toying with his mouse. He’d spent the past year gathering as much information as he could on Harrison Adams, following him, tormenting him while searching for a way to bring the man down. The symbol had worked as an effective trigger. Each time Harrison saw it he blanched and then worked quickly to conceal it. Ultimately, the symbol and what it stood for would be Harrison’s downfall.

But until then…

Dr. Alexis Jenner was going to come in handy. He’d seen her with Harrison and the other man from the funeral three nights earlier. The trio had gone out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and he’d struggled to figure out which man she was fucking. After all, both Harrison and Michael Austin—his hacking software had given him that name in less than ten minutes—continually touched her.

He’d come to the hospital to survey his handiwork from the fire, to revel in the fruits of his labor and to hopefully catch a glimpse of Michael Austin. Then fate had rewarded him when he’d seen the doctor and Harrison.

He’d listened at the door as the two men fucked her. Another whore. Another cunt he could use.

The young man was born to be powerful, while men like his father, Harrison Adams, Michael Austin and Damon Corzo weren’t worthy to lick his boots. They were harmless. Stupid. Puppets dancing on the end of his strings.

And soon he’d cut them all loose, let them drown in a sea of their own ineffectiveness.

Then, he would be there, ready to step in. To take over. To claim the legacy they’d all conspired to keep from him.

It was time to initiate his next move. Harrison’s lingering look as Alexis Jenner walked away confirmed that the doctor was important.

Very important.